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13960/Occultish Ramblings

2022-01-26T04:43:19Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers ehas been busy lately..Very busy, trying to check up on connections, doing research at the library (gasp!), ramping up her patrols..Between that and extra shifts at the Blue Lady, she really hasn't had a lot of alone time with Thomas lately.. Which is a pity, because she's running herself ragged, and could really learn to slow down. Tonight finds her pouring over some books on the kitching table, really burning the midnight oil as she sips on yet another cup of coffee..What time is it now, anyway? 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith for his part has had one of his dreams and has thus not been much of himself today anyway. Still the smell of stale coffee brings him out of a funk long enough to make him realize it. He casually tosses the sketch pad he'd been doodleing in all afternoon down on the table and smirks. "Alright, I don't care how wicked we are we need a break. how about tacos?" He glances over what she is reading and adds, "Scool or Slayer stuff? 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers sighs, rubbing her eyes. "Slayer stuff..Uggh, where's Wilow when I need her, or Giles, or Xander, or heck, even Spike? It's like, I'm just doing everything on my own now. I'm not the bookish smart one, dammit. I'm the muscle, not the brains." she frowns, staring down at the words that are no longer making any sense, and just slams the book shut, a little harder than she should have. "You know what? You're right, I need a break. We need a break." she yawns and stretches as she climbs to her feet. "Soo....Tacos, huh? where are we gonna get tacos at this time of night?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith shrugs a little. "We make them?" he asks with a bit of a grin. "I mean I picked up some shells, or we could make taco Salad if you prefer." He smiles a bit and kisses her forehead. "Have I told you lately you are the sexiest woman I know, that I constantly want to rip the clothes from your body. And also, I love you buffy Summers. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers laughs, "Ooh, you're brave. Gonna teach me how to make tacos, hm?" she arches a brow, "Did I ever tell you how very..Chaotic I am in the kitchen?" but hey, she's probably too tired to go out anywhere anyway. "Alright, I guess it'll get my mind off of..Well, everything." his compliment does get a soft smile out of her and she chuckles, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "All the time..But it never gets old." she tilts his head down a bit, leaning up to kiss him slowly on the lips, running her fingers through his hair. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith mmms softly, smirking a little bit, "well too be fair, I was going to put you in charge of cutting up the veggies. If there is one thing I know you know how to do it's handle a knife." He says with a smirk and grins. As he steps away towards the kitchen, his pocket catches his sketch book and pulls it to the floor. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers grins and nods. "Sure, I know my way around knives..At least I wont cut myself!" she chuckles and starts to follow him towards the kitchen. Then pauses as she sees the sketchbook. Frowning a bit, she picks it up, arching a curious brow. Heey, since when did Thomas draw? With an amused smile, she flips through it with burning curiosity.. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' There are a few drawings, and because it is Thomas they are excelentA few are of the Blue Lady, but with some remodles. The number 88 prominant on seats and in the brass work. Another is of a very attractive woman leading a unicorn through what looks like a demon market... and the one he's been working all day? Buffy, topless though with her back turned with her arm around...buffy equally topless with her back turned. The two sharing a sisterly smile. Across their backs some sort of runic tattoo or drawing. Thomas not noticing the book fell meanwhile heads to the fridge, getting out the ground beef. "If you want I can shoot a text over to Syrin, have her whip us up a couple of margaretas.. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers blinks slowly as she runs her fingers over the drawings. "Huh....? What's this..?" what, indeed. The ginger haired woman with a..Unicorn? Two topless Buffys..?" Okaay, that's...Wow, Thomas.." she flips through a few more pages as she follows after him. "I didn't know you had such a fantastical imagination..And what's with the Buffy clones? I mean, it's kinda.....well, I'm not sure if it's creepy, erotic or.." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith glances over and blushes a bit. Actually blushes. Thomas Raith. Blushing. Mark it on the calander. Still he shrugs and smirks a bit. "I'm not sure what it's about.." He says with a sigh, starting to brown the burger. "I'm still having those weird dreams. I talked to Nick about them. He thinks they might be visions of an alternate universe or something. I thought drawing them out might... I dunno awaken something or help me remember them more clearly. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers blinks, slowly at the blush, and quickly hands the sketchpad back. "Here, you dropped it." she smirks, "You really are quite talented..Although I'm curious to know the story behind those drawings. Who's the cute girl with the unicorn?" she seems mildly amused, but frowns at the idea of an alternate universe. "Oh yeah? Is that possible? How's that even happen?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith tilts his head, "A witch, I think." He says with a smile. "I remember I needed her help to help you with something, I'm not sure what." He says as he chops the onion and adds it to the meat. "I've always liked drawing. It runs in the family. Lara has made watercolors that have sold for thousands, and I think you've seen my father's portrait of my mother, yes?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers frowns. "Hmm, didn't you mention getting..Frisky..With a witch a while back?" yeaah, she doesn't like that. Not one bit. "Was this the one you fed on?" as for his skill with the pencil, she has to admit, it's pretty good. "Annd what of the two Buffys? Why do they look like they're about to..Kiss each other or something? and what's that weird runic marking on their back?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith gives a little cough and a sideways look to his lover. This is Thomas speak for "Do you really want to get into my sex life before you came along?" He hasn't had to use it much for a while since he's been on a strict slayer only diet for a long time now, however this opens another can of worms. He sighs and shrugs, "I think it might be," He admits with a shrug. "That Thomas, the one in the other world, has a definite infatuation for her. I'm pretty sure he's still faithful to his Buffy, but she is definitely under his skin. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers frowns a bit, staring back at the drawing in silence for several beats. "Right. A different Thomas. Different Buffy. Different...World. I suppose you can't help it." she shrugs and smirks, moving towards the fridge to grab some fresh greens. "Still, I wonder why he was so infatuated with her..Wasn't Buffy enoguh for him..?" of course the real question is, could that happen to her Thomas too? 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' The White Courtier shrugs slightly, "You'd have to ask him. Honestly I brought up the same question to Nick. I mean..." He pauses for a second and then goes ahead with his thought. His and Buffy have always shared complete honesty, it's partially why their relationship is so strong. "I've had Witches before. They are Richer, but no where near the level of a Slayer, and she's cute in a bomber girl sort of way, but I'd pick you any day of the week and twice on Sundays." He shakes his head. "It feels like...history... Like there was something between them before you, or rather his Buffy, came along. Something unresolved. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers frowns, rinsing the lettuce leaves and washing a tomato and carrots before pulling out a chopping block and gets to work chopping in silence for several minutes as she tries to process all this information. "Huh..I'll never understand how you can equate human energy to food.." she makes a face. "But okay.." Buffy sighs, "Unresolved issues, huh..I guess that can be hard. Sooo what, he and her had a 'thing' before my alter ego came along..?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith grins a bit, "I mean it is the source of the energy that I require to function at my best. If not food, how would /you/ describe it?" He asks as he takes some dehydrated onion as well as the taco seasoning out and begins to add it to the meat. "Maybe, I'm not sure... It's not like I get whole ideas, more like catching a few episodes of a show, and trying to understand the whole season long plot... and Fox aired it out of order anyway." Not that he is still sore about Firefly. Not one bit. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers smirks and shrugs. "Food. Sure. I guess it just makes me feel more like a lamb coming to the slaughter, and less like your lover.." she sighs, shaking her head a bit as she continues to chop salad. "But I suppose it's the thought that counts. It's not like I dont get anything out of the deal..Right?" she grins and winks at him. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smirks a little bit, "Ususally several somethings," He says with a wicked grin in his eye and he shrugs smiling. "You are my lover. You are my best friend. you are my closest confidant. And you are also, for better or for worse the sourse of the sustaniance that I need to keep going. But You are definately not a lamb my love. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers chuckles as she continues chopping greens. "I mean, I wouldn't let you think of me as a lamb ever. I constantly remind you that we are equals afterall.." she winks. "But it doesn't change the fact that I would sacrifice myself for you in a heartbeat.." She says it without hesitation, knowing he would, and has, done the same for her. 
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14012/Killer Dates and Sexy Vamps

2022-01-26T04:41:48Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Well, Christmas is only a few weeks away and Buffy and Thomas had been out Christmas shopping. But of course, she just HAD to take a short cut through the graveyard, and of course there just HAD to be vamps waiting for them there. But Buffy was feeling a bit slacker lately and maybe she owed them a 'treat' or two. So she had carefully placed the gifts down on a large boulder, rolled up her sleeves and rushed at the nearest vamp. "Okaay, so who's up first? Gotta tell you, I'm gonna be super pissed if you ruin my presents though!" she swings a punch at the nearest vamp who doesn't look amused. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith sighs and almost looks amused as Buffy runs in. To be fair though their last few nights out had involved wine, dinner, even a play... So he supposed he owed her a few vamp dustings. While his lover runs in, Thomas is more meticulas. He places his packages down on the same boulder as hers. He moves her's so that they won't tip. Then he takes off his white jacket and sets it nearby. "I'm still not sure what we should be getting your mother." He says casually drawing his Kukri. There are quiter a few vamps here tonight. Well over a dozen. They really have been neglectful. "I was thinking a nice dress, or maybe some jewelry? What does she like?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers didnt bring her trusty duffle bag on this Christmas excursion. In fact she hadn't brought any stakes with her at all, probably because she only decided at the last minute to pay the vamps a visit. "Oh...Great...I need a stake.." She glances around as she grabs the nearest vamp and swings him into a tree. "Hey, I wonder if giant, oversized candycanes would work on these guys? Ooh, or that Christmas wreath I got? I had lots of big sticks in it..I think they were real?" Buffy continues to punch the first vamp before another joins in, trying to kick her from behind. "Hey, come on, gimme a chance to grab my weaponry...Oh screw it!" she jumps high, grabbing onto a tree branch and swings her legs at the second vamp, kicking him several meters away before the tree branch snaps off and she grins. "Ahh, excellent. Who wants to go first?" she expertly spins the branch around like a bo, daring the vamps to attack her. "My mom? Ugh, I dunno. She likes expensive perfume..Black Opium, just came out, didn't it? Good grief, that stuff smells good, but it's insanely expensive." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smirks a little bit, "Well that is the advantage to dating a rick boyfriend now isn't it?" He glances around and picks up a fallen tree branch. He takes out his kukri and one good angled whack offers a stake with a sharp end. Hardly perfect but it'll do. "Think Murphy will get upset if I send Harry a stripper-gram again? Maybe I can get them a couples package. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers smirks, still fending off vamps as she spins her stick expertly around her. "Heh, as if i'm gonna lazily sponge off of you, but I dont mind chipping in some and letting you pay the rest if it's a join't gift?" she rolls her eyes, "Do you ever just leave those weapons at home? I mean, how'd you get throguh mall security with those, even?" as for the stripper gram she just rolls her eyes. "I mean, really? Seriously?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smirks a bit, "Actually, they are ceramic blades." He explains casually tossing his new stake to her, not even watching to see if she catches it. He knows she will. "And I have all of my suits tailored around them. "But they don't set off any metal detectors or things of the sort. And it's the same principal as a condom. I'd rather have them and not need them, then need them and not have them." He smirks a little at her reaction and adds, "Well I could send Joyce a stripper gram, though not sure Dawn would appreciate it." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers arches a brow. "Ceramic blades? Are you kidding me? How do you manage not to break those?" her own stake having been broken by the two vamps that she just finished staking, Buffy gratefully grabs the stake tossed at her and smirks, spinning it expertly in her hand. She arches a brow at the reference. "Oh. Nice. I'm just..Not gonna go there." she rolls her eyes, glancing around. "Wait, did we get all of 'em? That wasn't even a challenge." why, she almost sounds disappointed. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith grins casually, "They are actually very durrible and hold an edge better then steel. And as long as you aren't hitting them agienst metal they don't chip very easily." He glances around, making a bit of a face. "They must have realized who they were fighting and took off. What do you know, smart vampires. Huh." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers yawns and stretches, heading back towards the gifts. thankfully they're only slightly crumpled by one of the vamps staggering back against one of them. "Oh well, could have been worse." she sighs, picking up the bag, straightening out the gift. "Too bad, I guess vamps don't celebrate Christmas, or Halloween. Or gosh, anything really. They just lurk in their spooky crypts, jumping on unsuspecting people and drink blood all year round while avoiding sunlight. Kinda...Sad, really.." she sighs, thinking mostly of Angel. But not Spike. Spike's a jerk lately.. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith chuckles a little bit, shaking his head. "I always thought Vamps would take Halloween off. I mean isn't it a bit tacky?" He asks playfully, sliding his blades back into his back holster and smirking slightly. "Okay no stripper grams. I actually saw a nice gun cleaning kit. Think Murphy would like that?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers shrugs, "Yeaah, I guess they do. I mean, they're spooky year round, right? Who needs a specially spooky night? And Christmas is..Well the total opposite of all they stand for." she sighs, picking up the rest of the gifts. "I think a gun cleaning kit would be perfect for Murphy. Not sure what to get Harry. Although, aren't they still abroad for their vacation? Dunno when they'll be back. Think they'll wanna come back here in time for christmas when they're somewhere warmer?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith shrugs and smiles. "I imagine Harry will, so Murph will too." He says smiling. "Harry grew up in the system. Traditions mean allot to him." He says with a sigh, putting his arm around her waist casually. "I mean they likely won't wanna be disturbed much, but we can get their presents. I saw a 24" tall Voltron that has Butter's written all over it." 
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14088/Another Dark and Stormy Night..

2022-01-26T04:40:11Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' It's a messy evening, too warm for proper snow but cold enough for the rain drops to freeze like pellets, blowing around intensely enough to make the roads hard to see and rather precarious. There aren't a lot of people out in the park tonight to enjoy the weather, except maybe the occasional vampire, lurking in the shadows, ready to pick off unsuspecting prey..No doubt the Slayer is around somewhere too.. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' And where the Slayer goes, a certain handsome, charming, fashionably dressed, not to mention humble White Courtier is almost garanteed to be not far away. In this case he is simply cruseing in his snow white mustang, the radio blaring as he drives about sixty over the limit through the rain... Careless? Never. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' It's really too stormy to be driving so fast, probably to be running as fast as the Slayer is too, especially when she's running through busy intersections, totally unmindful of passing cars and traffic, solely focused on the two punk vampires fleeing before her. They're pretty fast and she's pretty tired after a long day of classes and exams, which is probably why she died my see the speeding car til it's practically on top of her, slamming hard into her and sending her rolling off the windshield and falling to the ground with a loud thump. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' "Empty Night!" the car comes to a screaching halt, sliding on the slightly icy pavement. He is out of the car a moment later and rushing to the slayer's side. "Buffy?! Are you okay?" Not that he hasn't seen her take that much and worse, but things can happen. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers blinks, climbing slowly, shakily to her feet. Normally such a hit might knock someone out, maybe break some bones. Buffy however barely got bruised by it. "Heh, no worries, I'm tougher than I look.." She glances up at him with a loving smile..But suddenly that smile fades, and she seems somehow m..Confused, rubbing her eyes, "Heh, no worries, I'm tougher than.." she frowns. Odd, didn't she just say that? And this man, he seems familiar, but..Not.."..Who are you. And how do you know..My name?" she frowns at that. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith raises his eyebrows and then narrows then slightly, "Lover, that's not funny." He says in a tone that is amused but also playfully admonishing. "We can probibly still catch up with Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dummer if we hurry..." He shakes his head slightly glancing at the car. "I think we knocked out my headlight. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers arches a surprised brow. "Lover..? Who the heck do you.." she hears a distant scream and frowns, "Forget it, we don't have time for this, you'd better drive quickly if we're gonna catch up with my..Err..Vicious dog.." she steps towards the car but hugs her arms, keeping a cautious distance between herself and the handsome stranger(?) 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Now both the man's perfuctlly sculpted eyebrows go up. "Visious...dog.. Buffy are you sure you are okay? I'm going to call Giles..." And he does in fact take out his phone and dial... "And of course he doesn't answer..." He shakes his head "How many fingers am I holding up?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers frowns more deeply, pulling open the door, "Uh hellooo, vicious dog attacking human, crazy freaking snowstorm in the middle of the night, and good grief is my hair gonna be a mess tomorrow if we don't get out of this messy rain! So how's about you explain your weird familiarity with me and my friends later?! So get a move on already!" yeah, she's getting annoyed now.. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith sighs a bit getting back in the car and, of all things, fastening his seat belt. He heads off in the direction he saw the two vamps headed and guns the engine, assuming that his lover's "Buffy-tingle" will let them pin down the vampire's exact locations. "Okay, what's with the vicious dog schtick? Are you sure you are okay? Those two blood suckers can wait. I really should take you to the Magic Box. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers arches a brow as she gets in, strapping her own seatbelt on, before peering out the window. Indeed her slayer sense does alert her to their location and she points out the window. "Take the next right, should lead you to the park.." she frowns, "Okay seriously, you are totally wigging me out. Are you saying you know what blood suckers are? I mean you're being serious right now?"     His continued concerns causes her to sigh in annoyance. "Ok look, I jus told you I'm tougher than I look, really that was more of a love tap so forget it. Just get me to the park so I can deal with the...Err..Issue at hand." its a bit awkward now, should she play along or continue with the dog story? And why does this guy seem so familiar? 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith glances over at her and says "I know you are tougher then you look Buffy. Hell I was there when you jumped on the back of that massive slug demon to dump a twenty five pound sack of salt on it." He says shaking his head. "Not to mention my furnature can testify to how tough you are. Seriously babe, you are really starting to scare me a little." He says it even as he follows her directions after the fleeing vamps. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers frowns and just shakes her head. "Well whoeve--Thomas.." she blinks, shaking her head. How does she know that name? She stares at him again as if she remembers something, remembers him, remembers them..Then shakes her head and rubs her eyes. "Look, over there! They're attacking that girl..come on!" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith nods slightly as he sees the pair come into view. "I see them. Driving by, be ready to dive... Count of three.. Go on two... One!" and about that moment he is pulling into perfect ranage for her to jump out and tackle the vamps. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers nods focusing on the vamps. And on perfect cue, she pushed open the door and leaps out gracefully, doing a somersault and delivering a flying kick to one of them, before turning to face the other, spinning and slashing her stake at his heart. The first explodes into dust and as the second creeps up on her, she ducks and foot sweeps him to the ground, before kneeling and staking him too. The surprised would be victim states in shock before she tells her to go home. With a sigh, Buffy wipes dust and snowy rain off her jacket before climbing back into the car. She stares at Thomas as if a cloud has been lifted and just leans over and grabs him, kissing him deeply. She takes her time before letting go and sighs. "You're right, somethings up. We need to find Giles, or.." she frowns, recalling he's back in England, "Orr Constantine..That bastard, if this is magic, he'd know what to do, if he'd get his butt in gear.." 
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14060/Post Training

2022-01-07T04:09:45Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers had been doing a few training sessions with Nick over the last several days, which had been nice as she hadn't seen her friend in a while before this. Of course the sessions are more focused on defence and helping him better protect himself than anything else. But it didn't mean they couldn't enjoy each others' company afterwards either. Things had been too quiet around Scooby Central lately anyway. So after their latest session, Buffy pops some money in the vending machine, grabbing a soda water for herself and a distilled bottle for Nick. "Soo..What do you do when you're not training or hiding? You know this can't go on forever right?" She hands him the bottle before popping open her own, only too eager to chug the cool liquid down her throat after another intense workout. She's dressed today in all black - black sports bra, black yoga pants, black headband. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Unlike Buffy, Nick is not wearing black clothing today. They're more a dark gray. Either way, the evidence of exercise is very much apparent with the collected moisture of his sweat. If there's one thing to be said about training with Buffy, it's that it is quite a workout. Even if she is holding back, she has a rather unnatural amount of endurance. Clothing a bit damp and a towel draped around his neck, Nick is currently stooping down to put his escrima sticks back into his backpack. Hearing the spaced out clunking sounds of two drinks landing in the opening, the musician glances over. "Thanks." He replies, taking the bottled water. He gently rests his hand upon the lid of the bottle before giving a twist, breaking the sealed plastic with a crack. He sips the water slowly, listening to Buffy's question quietly. What else indeed? He lingers with the bottle before finally lowering it. "Reading." Nick replies, "Writing. Sleeping. I still have my music. I just can't really do the touring until we get the main problem taken care of." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers sighs, reaching over for a nearby towel of which there are many in the practice room. You'd think it's a freaking professional gym or so,etching. At least her shoulder length hair is up in a ponytail tonight,which helps minimize sweat at least a bit. But honestly she can fight for hours..Maybe. Who knows really? At any rate here she is, sipping her drink, trying to figure out what's going on with Nick. She makes a face, "Sounds pretty boring, I mean, you can't hide forever..You know that, right?" 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' As Buffy makes her point, Nick frowns, giving a nod. "Yeah. I know. Kind of a concept I've had to consider for a few years. Just, different reasons now." He shakes his head, capping his bottle and setting it on the floor. Attention turning over to the bag he finishes zipping it up. "I've brought it up as well but-" He pauses, "It's not forever. It just feels like it. I just have to lay low until things can get handled. Be careful of who I draw attention to." He pauses, looking over towards the display of weapons. "Like my trip here was less than normal." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers takes a long sip of fizzy water and smirks, "Soooo..How long is long enough? All this hiding and laying low stuff doesn't sit well with me. That could be months, years even. Are you willing to throw your life away for that long? I say we take the bull by the horns, confront the source and deal with it head on. All this hiding and waiting isn't good for anyone.." 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' "It's already been months." Nick admits, "But, there's more to go on now than there was around the time of the first attack." He grumbles, "And I don't think I can go over the details without messing things up but, trust me, there's been progress. It's just, there's more than one- bull we're dealing with." He opens up his bottle, "...Besides, Considering I still look like what I did when I was 21, I have a feeling that a few years isn't a big percentage of my lifespan." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers arches a brow and frowns as she sits on the bench, oh she could go for another round but she's hit and sweaty and could do with a shower. "Soo, what, you're just doing this to pass the time? Nick, I want to help you get your life back, but I can't do that til I know more of what's going on.." she seems..Impatient, frustrated. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Nick expression darkens. "Getting better at fighting, with or without powers, will help me get my life back." He responds firmly, "...or at least the parts I want to salvage." He turns his head, looking to Buffy, "So...even without explanation given, you are helping me." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers hmms, "Yeah, you're improving, that's for sure, not like you weren't a force to be reckoned with already mind you." she shrugs and sighs, "It's too bad though, I feel like I'm. it doing enough. You know how much I hate to sit and wait..I mean when's the last time you saw Wade, or the other Scoobies for that matter?" 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' "I still need to get better..." Nick comments with a frown. "Um. About November for Thomas and..." He pauses, "To be fair, the only time I really saw you or the others before all this stuff happened were either holidays, training, or when you guys needed me to do something. The whol living in another city thing can be a tricky thing." He gives a shrug, "Uh, seeing Wade. Late August. Talking to him, a couple days ago." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers nods and smiles, "Don't worry, we'll get in more practice, although you'd probably get better practice with real world patrolling.." she frowns, "Although I suspect whoever is protecting you, probably won't like that, would they..?" 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Nick gives a bit of an aside glance, "Well...Last time you called me for something, he tagged along and that's when you got hurt. But then again, despite knowing what you do he seemed ok with me coming here." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers shrugs, "I can take care of.." she arches a brow, "You talking about the ghost ship thingie? We never followed up on why those vamps were attacking...I seem to recall you showed up with some guy..James, was it?" she smirks, "Is he your mystery bodyguard whom you take orders from now? It's been a while." 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' "He's not my bodyguard." Nick protests, tone a bit grumpy as he makes sure the bottle is closed. "He's a friend. I mean, yeah, he's protective but- he knows more about who I'm dealing with than I do. And if laying low for a few months means we can get them to stop pulling stuff on other people well..." He starts to get up, sliding the bookbag on. "I should probably get heading back." He comments. He glances over to the weapons display again. "...Maybe next time, we can mix it up a little? I probably should learn to handle something other than sticks." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers chuckles and shrugs, "Sure, whatever you say, I'd still like to know what he found in that shop after we left.." she peers at him intently and smirks, "I'm sure he must have told you something..? Keep in touch, okay?" 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Bookbag in place, Nick tugs the thumb of his free hand under one of the straps while the other holds on to his water bottle. "You got it. See you later." His features shift, making for a mirrored likeness. expression relaxing, he gives a soft smile to Buffy before he steps back, vanishing through the wall. 
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13564/Mischief Loves Company

2021-11-18T22:13:20Z

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|Location=Breakstone, Westchester County
|Synopsis=Megan Illyana and Remy discover a spooky bookstore.
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' It's only been a couple of weeks since Illyana promised to take Megan under her wing as her latest protege..Which may or may not be such a good thing, given their shaky history. But one thing is for sure: Given her aptitude for magic, and her curiosity, and penchant for getting into trouble, sooner or later, she's bound to stumble upon an even more dangerous spell than last time..And she won't always have Illyana to bail her out. She had spent a lot of time reading in the library, although it was quite hard to find any decent books- or any books at all really, on magic. Luckily, or maybe ironically, a new occult bookstore had opened up on some  random road in Breakstone, a country strip of little stores scattered about. Now...If only she can find that cool new occult bookstore, and you know, use this sweet 40 percent off anything! coupon she found..Too bad she didn't have a car and is just walking along the road.. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:'''     Illyana hasn't really thought too hard about the last time she spoke with Megan. She said that she'd train her and that was a follow-up from a previous time she'd said that she'd train her. And this time, the agreement was mostly as a safety issue. Afterall, the last time they spoke, Megan was performing magic way beyond anything she should be attempting. The kind of thing that could get the mansion sucked into an unfriendly hell dimension if someone isn't careful. But their talk led to a trip to Limbo. Which led her back to responsibilities in Limbo... while Megan has responsibilities not in Limbo. So things were left in a holding pattern.     But what she didn't mention was that while Megan was in Limbo, Illyana did have time to cast a spell. An alarm spell that could follow Megan around. Something that would alert Illyana if the magics around Megan started to get a little intense. She didn't mention it obviously. It's a good test to see if Pixie's learned anything. But in the last few weeks, thankfully the 'alarm' has been pretty quiet. 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau is not magically inclined. He isn't even that superstitious. He's seen too many monsters turn out to be muntants, machines or made merely of mundane matter. (How was that for alliteration?) So his being nearby is a total coincidence. He is out for a casual run with Jack at his side. The one eyed dog whose tail makes up nearly half of his body length is a derp most of the time but makes an excellent running companion, and the two lope side by side down Greymalkin Lane and headed for the doughnut shop. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn probably should have sought safer magic books from Illy, but Illy isn't exactly the easiest person to get ahold of, and Megan was terribly impatient..Which meant that once she left Limbo, she had at least promised to only look at books on magic history and theory, and not practical magic..At least for now. "Totally not aware of the alarm spell on her as she peers around at the small smatterings of shops here and there at the tiny strip mall. "Oooh, there that cute thrift store, I should check it out again!" coincidently, the thrift store is near to the donut store and it doesn't take her long to notice familiar Cajun and his doggie. "Doggie!" she beams and waves, having only met Jack a small handful of times, so she forgets his name and he probably forgets her entirely, so she is cautious in approaching, offering him her hand to snuff.r "Heey, mister Remy! Whatcha up to out here?" 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau grins a bit coming to a slow stop and taking a pull from his water bottle. "Jus' out gettin' dis lunk some exercise, ain' we Jack?" he says leaning down to rough the dog's ears. Jack for his part neither knows nor cares who Megan is. He is simply aware that there is a human with hands not currently giving a belly rub, and he has a belly not currently being rubbed. Ergo he flops on his back, tounge lolling out and looking up expectantly. Remy just shakes his head and asks "So what got yah out 'ere?" 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn awes, scratching his tummy when it's offered her. "D'awwwe, you're a good boy, aren't you..Aren't you? Yes you are!" she giggles as she plays with doggo. "Ooh, well, I heard there was a new occult bookstore that opened in town..Hidden Dimensions or something? Have you seen anything like that around? I got this super cool coupon for it too.. 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau very deliberately does not roll his eyes at that but says simply, "Nevah 'eard of it." Still he shrugs and can't help but grin as Jack's leg starts to twitch. "Non, he's spoiled an' waging a one doggo war on all of shoe-kind." He says with obvious amusement in his voice that betrays the Cajun obviously has a serious soft spot for the mutt. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn pouts, "Awwwe really? It's gotta be around here somewhere..Saay, I haven't tried that direction yet..Cmon, five eyes are better than two!" she points towards the far end of the parking lot where a shady looking store dressed up to look like an ancient log cabin painted black can be seen. Oooh, it's a little spooky too. Megan pauses briefly, frowning up at it. "Phew, it's...A little spooky. I can sense real magic, maybe?" magic practitioners? Magic artefacts or the books themselves? Hard to say for sure, but it sends an odd shive4 down her spine. "Oh hey look, that sign says feee dog treats within, ooh and there's a cool refreshing tub of water for doggo!" Well they're just too good to be true, aren't they? 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Jack, who has just made a "Newest-bestest-friend-in-the-whole-wide-world" Rolls back to his feet, wagging his tail with bruising forse between Remy's shin and Megans and barks happily. He has no idea what is going on, but he is game. He tries to then follow Megan, dragging Remy who still has ahold of his leash. When Megan says she can detect "real magic," Remy does in fact roll his eyes, but only behind Megan's back. No point in hurting the girl's feelings. Still he does appreciate seeing how "Pet friendly" the store is, tying jack near the water and saying "Try not ta eat anyt'ing... yah know like de sidewalk?" 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:'''     Illyana hasn't even really thinking about her conversation with Megan and the expected training. And from her perspective, it hasn't necessarily been weeks. Time flows differently in Limbo anyway. So when her magical alarm goes off for Megan, she does get a little annoyed. "...can't stay safe for /how/ long....?", she mumbles to herself. She's about to silence the magical ringing in her head before suddenly the spell cuts out completely. Which shouldn't happen. Something is interfering with the spell. Which means that it's almost definitely deliberate. This isn't the kind of thing that would happen if Mega were just experimenting with magic. Immediately, she summons up a stepping disc to send her to somewhere are least in the vicinity of where she sensed the alarm sound. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn ooohs, peeking through the window at all sorts of colorful posters, sale signs and other promotional material. It looks like a very mysterious building, but Megan barely even hesitates as she climbs the slightly creaky steps to the front porch. "Oooh it's so cute, like an old Victorian house or something..Think doggo will be ok out here? Cmon, let's look for cool stuff!" She barely even hesitates, just disappears into the creaky old house..Illyana may just see a wing tip vanish into the darkness. 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau smirks a little bit, "Sure, Jack is an anti-elephan' attack dog. Since Ah adopted 'im, Ah 'aven' been atacked by elephants once." He still follows Megan into the store, mostly to make sure the poor girl doesn't get herself into trouble or accidentally buy some sort of mind altering substance. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:'''     Illyana's stepping discs aren't always especially accurate. But they're close enough usually. This is one of those times where she's just barely accurate enough. Just out of range of being able to see Pixie disappear inside the building, but close enough to see the magical building that's brimming with magical energy. Yuck. This looks like a trap of some kind. Not something to trap /her/. But a trap is a trap. Frowning to herself, she starts to make her way towards the building herself, not quite close enough yet to see Megan and Remy enter the building. But at least she's headed the right way. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn peers at Remy, quirking a brow. "Anti elephant, what now?" she giggles, "You totally just made that up!" and then she do ears inside. Within, the place is rather melodramatic, with a deep royal blue carpeting, a vaulted speckling depicting some starfield display..And a maze like display of bookshelves with all sorts of books. There's even a restricted area with 'special ' books, hidden behind a little locked gate and some books are even in cages requiring a key ti open. Boy, some of the bindings are quite gorgeous with gold leaf bindings and engraved adornments on some of the front covers. Soft, otherworldly new age Celtic music sings softly from the speakers in the walls and numerous tables and plush chairs are set up here and there. There's even a little quiet reading room or two. It's like this quaint little store is much much bigger on the inside than outside. Theres just one staff member working this evening, a young handsome blonde guy who looks more like a surfer dude than a quiet goth type, and he smiles charmingly at Megan and Remy as they enter, though his attention is focused more on the fairy girl and those wings that she never bothers to hide. "Welcome..Wow, what gorgeous wings you have, miss. Let me know if you need anything.." 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau smirks a bit but puts on a faux air of indignation. "Ah did no such t'ing. Yah seen any elephants 'round? Jus' go ta show yah 'ow good at 'is job Jack is." He does make a bit of a face at the Dr. Who-like extra space that seems to be inside of the store rather then out, but chalks it up to some form of optical illusion. Like the force perspective in Disney World. This belief is further cemented by the Surfer behind the counter. Remy walks over and lifts a small jar from a shelf. It's the sort of jar one would keep penny candy in, and this one appears to have some sort of Jerky. "Poisoned Dragon's Liver," He hesitates and then asks "Ah gotta know, do dey poison de whole dragon, or jus' de liver?" 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:'''     By the time Illyana reaches the door, she's not really questioning her opinion of what's happening here. Magic shop with real magic that appears out of nowhere near the X-Men's home? That's not usually a coincidence. As she reaches the front of the shop, she sees the dog and raises an eyebrow. "At least /you/ knew better than to go inside", she says to the dog. Taking a breath, she steadies herself for whatever she's likely going to have to deal with inside. Maybe Pixie hasn't gotten into trouble yet. Maybe she got here in time. But she's not counting on that happening. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn blushes and practically swoons at the cute surfer guy. "Ooooh you really think so?" her wings flutter at that, turning brilliant shades of sunset gold to red to pink too, like she's showing them off or something. "They're real too, see? Oooo my name's Megan, what's your's?" Surfer dude flashes a charming grin at Megan, "My name is Marty. May I interest you in a book on beginner's magic, Megan?" When Remy asks about the poison dragon liver he just smirks. "Ah, that is actually, the liver itself is poisonous. Very useful ingredient for poisons and dark magic. Best to leave it alone unless you are a very advanced practitioner?" 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:'''     Illyana enters the shop and sees all 3 occupants immediately. She looks a little frantic for just a moment due to what she was expecting to see in the shop. But as she sees that nothing's happened yet, she visibly calms down. She recognizes 2 of the people there. But the person that works there is given a suspicious look. She doesn't ask him for anything just yet, letting him "help" his current customers. And she doesn't even say anything to Megan or Remy yet, more waiting for the store person to tip their hand. But she /does/ appear to start browsing. Just watching the store clerk. What is going on here? 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau smirks a little bit, just shaking his head. "Ahh, naturally." he offers as he puts the jar back where he found it... pretty sure that what is actually in it is teryaki flavored beef jerky. He continues to look around staying close to Megan when Illy arrives. He gives her an amused raised eyebrow and nods in her direction. Outside, Jack begins to have a heated debate with a passing squirrel. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Outside, two hooded figures seem to glide towards the bookstore, passing by Jack and whispering to each other in some weird foreign tongue. They slip quietly in the store, hovering near the entrance quietly. Megan notices Illyana entering out of the corner of her eyes and grimaces. Bah, she promised to teach her magic but it's been a few weeks. Perhaps more important duties came up but Megs is too darned impatient either way. "Uh..Sure, lead on!" and she follows him as he leads her down a maze of bookshelves near the quiet reading room. A soft click can be heard as if the front door just locked..Or maybe that was a creak in the floor boards? Hard to tell. 
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13916/Even Superheroes need a break

2021-10-30T22:37:26Z

Buffy: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2021/10/30 |Location=Living Quarters, Titans Tower |Synopsis=Kara and Austin and Tina chill out and discuss board games |Cast of Characters=55,9825..."

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers has been slowly getting back to normal thanks to Brainiac's cure, no matter how temporary it might be. And while Lar is slowly recovering on the Legion Cruiser, Kara is spending more time at the Titans tower, trying desperately to keep her team together, as lately it seems to be rapidly falling apart. Today she wanders through the empty living quarters, searching for signs of life. 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Austin Dallas is still here, as is his irstwhile companion it would seem. The pair have comendeared a table and a pait of chairs (As well as three NYC Phonebooks for Tina to sit on and have a board game between them. Not that they seem to be playing yet. "Tina, look if you put $500 in the middle for free Parking then all it does is streach the game out longer. The monkey, who was apparently today decided to dress as Batgirl minus the cape and cowl chitters viemantly at him and he sighs "That'sz the point nothing is /supposed/ to happen when you land on Free Parking... that is why it's free Parking. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers peers towards the pair playing monopoly in the corner and smiles. At least she can count on Austin and Tina. "Hey! How've you been? Oh my gosh Tina, I love your outfit!" she smiles as she glances at the game, "Soo who's winning?" 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Tina smiles broadly at Kara's approach standing and doing a little piroette so that her short cape flairs out. The outfit purple and yellow and irredecantly sparklely. She then jumps from her seat to land on Supergirl and come up to her shoulder. Austing grins a bit and shakes his head. "Haven't even settled on the rules yet. She wants $500 on free Parking, $400 for landing on go, $200 if you pass, and a whole bunch of other house rules. I wanted... to play battle ship frankly." He says with a chuckle as Tina sticks out her tongue at him. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers laughs and reaches up to stroke Tina's fur, "Oh, you're one badass Batgirl, aren't you? Do you make your own costumes too, Tina?" she giggles, glancing at Austin, "Hmm don't they have written rules somewhere? It's not a super complex game really." she shrugs, "Although battleship is more exciting." she smiles and winks, "So how have you two been?" 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Tina smiles and goes into what is undoubtedly a long explination on how she constructed her costume, including materials and such that she used and the trials and tribulations involved in doing so. Austin meanwhile just smiles in amusement. "They got a new version of Battleship I want to try. Battleship Outer Space. It adds a Z axis to your shots. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers listens to Tina' s explanation, eyes widened in awe and surprise as she explains with mostly hand gestures how she made the costume herself. "Oh wow, you really are a smart and talented girl.." but of course back home she had animal companions that could speak, but not sew. She's thoroughly impressed. " she blinks at Austin, "Woah, battleship outer space? That sounds awesome!" 
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13912/Dark Dealings

2021-10-29T03:51:07Z

Buffy: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2021/10/29 |Location=Abandoned Warehouse, Lower East Side |Synopsis=Buffy and Wade bump into each other again while intercepting an underground occ..."

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|Location=Abandoned Warehouse, Lower East Side
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' The sun has just set and the darkness seems to spread over the area like wildfire, shrouding the skyline in eerie silence. But of course the darkness invites all sorts of creepy crawlers. Tonight it draws a pair of dark wizards who wait inside the old warehouse for a secret Liaison that should happen at any moment.. But of course their contact is late, either because by chance or deliberately, it's hard to say. Either way, it makes for a rather uneventful night so far. Buffy is also here, lurking in the shadows, doing her own patrol as she keeps an eye out for trouble.. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' many things are often ajoined with the talk of wizards and magic, most often of note is that of insanity, because these tales either came from those who lived a dangerous life, or were completely insane. It just so happened, Deadpool was both. Sequestered away upon the rooftop of the warehouse was the merc with a mouth, tending to his munitions with the sounds of mettle rattling and clicks as he loaded his magazines and subsiquently loaded his firearms. After making sure he was prepared enough for his oncoming mission, he peered through the skylight to see who had arrived for his little party, it turned out that only one of the groups he had been expecting was there, which fortunately enough for him were the ones he was looking for. Deadpool took a breif moment to pull up his mask and place a cigar in his mouth, lighting it and then making his way onto a panel of glass that was directly above one of his soon to be victims, with his bag in hand and a makarov in the other hand, he stomped hard against the glass, causing it to shatter and for him to drop down onto the poor, but probably not innocent arms dealer with a rather meaty crunch, he then turned to the rest of the group, spat out the cigar and then said "dammit, forgot what i was going to say" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' "Where are they? They're late!" asks the first anxiously. "Dont worry, they'll be here.." hisses the second. And then there's a strange mist ebbing out of the edges of the doors and windows and three very tall, thin, almost skeletal looking creatures seemingly rise right out of the ground, surrounding the two wizards. One of them is about to talk when Deadpool makes a very unsneaky entrance, shattering glass as he slams one of the wizards to the ground, who lets out a startled Yelp before his voice is cut off, no longer breathing or moving. "Who goes there?" hisses one of the skeletal creatures, pointing an accusatory finger at Deadpool. "Interloper!" he snarls in a spine tingling voice, followed by a blast of high voltage lightning from his hand. The other two creatures follow suit, attempting to blast him with similar boots of lightning. Well so much for sneaking around. With a sigh, Buffy makes a beeline for the warehouse.. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Deadpool quickly returned the acusation with his own as he pointed his pistol towards the figure and yelled back "GUY WHO SLEPT WITH MY WIFE!" only to be very suddenly blasted with lightning, resulting in Deadpool misfiring his weapon, hitting the other wizard in the chest before beginning to further spasm and convulse, still somehow managing to hold onto his gun in all this. After a thorough shocking that would put any man down, Deadpool quickly hopped up to his feet and put up his hands in a defensive boxer like stance, having dropped his bag but still holding his pistol "Alrighty then! if that's how we're going to play it then i'd like you to meet evelyn!" and then he pulls forth a dagger from his belt, engraved with a crufix that had been quenched in holy water and then he proceeded to rush the figure, attempting to stab it square in the heart with said blade. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' "Gah!" Shrieks the second wizard, crumbling to the floor, and the skeletal figures snarl, cursing and hissing. Those bolts of lightning should have killed him but the man is still standing somehow. "What isss hee..?! " one of them hisses, "Powerr.." hisses the other and they charge him, one of them stumbles a bit as he stabs it where it's heart should be..But it barely flinches, eyes glowing red and furry, and the three of them send more lightning bolts towards him, seeming to hover rather than actually run towards him. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Deadpool just shouts out "i'm greased lightning!" as he plunges the knife in, a little confused as to why it didn't work, he proceeded to aim the firearm just above where he stabbed when he was suddenly electorcuted again, just to cause yet another muscle spasm which made him fire his pistol. This time, once the lightning came to an end, he swayed a little, as if showing some weakness, perchance giving the specters false hope, but no, it was just his brain getting more fried as he stared up into the ceiling "momma? is that you?" he began in a southern accent "ya cookin' bacon?" only to then fire two shots into the specter's head while stairing up at the ceiling. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Whats, do they even have hearts..Or flesh for that matter? The creatures barely flinch as he stabs above where the heart to be, and only give an eerie sort of cackle, attempting to grab him with incredible strength and shove him away..But not before his gun goes off, this time shooting home, right in those eerie flaming eyes. The creature shrieks and spasms, grumbling to the ground as its bony form seems to shrivel and clatter to the floor. It is then that three more creatures appear from seemingly nowhere, and they also launch bolts of dazzling lightning towards Deadpool..At least until one of them finds its bolt deflected by some metallic surface and it shrieks, darting to the side as the lightning slams into its chest, causing it to sizzle but ultimately it seems only a direct attack to the eyes can kill these things. Buffy appears, carrying some sort of large mirror, apparently appropriated from one of the nearby packing crates. "Next time I won't miss." she warns, this time aiming a bolt at the nearest shadow fiend. At this point, the four remaining fiends shriek an inhuman cry, launching bolts of lightning everywhere. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Deadpool gave a small smirk as the creature fell to the floor and truly died, with their weakpoint established, Deadpool quickly dived out of the way to avoid being strucken with more lightning as sure he could take the hit, but it was no fun. During Deadpool's dive he fired off a shot, hitting one of the creatures in the eye whilst yelling "let me show you what real immortality looks like!" with a mad cackle before he slammed into a crate as he hadn't been looking where he had dived off to. After getting his bearings he proceeded to take cover behind the box, firing off one more shot at the undead creatures "this is why you don't buy dollar store immortality!" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers follows suit, ducking and rolling and hand springing out of the way of random lightning bolts. And she's pretty fast, but lightning is faster and she does get hit in the shoulder once, wincing as she ducks behind a new hiding place near Deadpool, catching her breath. "Dammit, what are theses things?" Too bad she didn't keep the mirror. But now she knows their weakness, it makes her job a lot easier. She chances a glance at Wade, before nodding to the remaining fiend as the last three fell by their well placed shots. "Okay, you go that way, I'll go this way, no time for arguing, got it?" 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' As Deadpool was joined by buffy he couldn't help but make small talk, turning to her as he finally managed to pocket his knife and checked the magazine of his pistol "hey, you were at the park when i was getting robbed by that ice cream guy!" and when he was given his orders, he made his way to the left from the box, firing the moment he got out at one of the specters before planting yet another shot into another one's eye, leaving just the final creature for buffy to kill. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers smirks, and shrugs, "Geez, I'm flattered you remembered me!" she nods towards the remaining fiend who is bigger and tougher than its companions, "More action, less talk.."band then she dashes in the opposite direction, trying to confuse the fiend with their splitting g off the main path, firing rapid shots from her crossbow as well. It works, the fiend is turning around, confused, shooting off lightning blindly in all directions, but it's hard to focus on two moving objects, especially when they are both aiming for its vulnerable eyes..And this one takes more to kill it, but after several placed shots, they both manage to take it down with a shriek, before it too, crumples to the ground in a broken unmoving heap. With the threat now removed, Buffy peers at the dead creature kicking it with her foot. "Ugly things whatever they are, wonder what they were looking for..?" looked like some sort of deal they interrupted perhaps..? 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' And that would likely be when Buffy would see Deadpool with a long metal case in his right hand "oh i don't know, you can stay here and keep speculating, meanwhile i'm going to go take this to the weird people who paid me!" and without bothering to give any further explanation, he proceeded to make his way towards the warehouse exit. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers arches a brow, following after him, "Wait a minute, what's that you got there? Those guys looked like magic users..You really wanna mess with stuff you know nothing about? You should give it to me, let Giles take a look at it.." 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Deadpool just looked Buffy with a small chuckle before facing forward and continuing his walk "the only guile here is you trying to steal my payday from me" he snickered a little as he kicked open the warehouse door with a loud bang as it hit the wall and he stepped through "i'm here for a profit, someone paid me to do a job and i'm about half done with it, i'm sure you understand" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers frowns, shaking her head, "You never learn, do you Wade. You really only care about the money, even if it might cost you your life one day..And you showed such promise. At least tell me what is it? And who you're giving it to..More of these guys?" oh no, she's not letting him get away that easily as she co to use to follow after him. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Deadpool did actually drop the case as they were going past a shipping container, leaning it up against said container as he leaned up against the container, protectin it "things is, you gotta account for what the money's being used for, i mean, isn't it all worth it in the grand scheme of things?" but as the talk of him showing promise came around he let out a sigh "if i keep running into people who know more about me than i know about them, i'm going to scream" It seemed Deadpool was at least willing to stop and talk to Buffy, still showing no signs of handing over the case though "as for the people who wanted it, Yakuza guys i think, spoke japanese or at least what sounded like it, i didn't bother asking because they paid well, can you blame me?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers eyes the case, eyes Deadpool, apparently making some mental calculations. But ultimately she knows he's dangerous and basically invincible. That alone, she wouldn't stand a chance. "Yeah well..You we're the one who came to me for help, remember? You wanted to find purpose in fighting vamps with me and the Scoobies, but, I guess with all the blowing up you do, you probably get a lot of memory issues, dont you." And then he goes and mentions the Yakuza and her frown deepens, "Wait, what? You're handing a potentially powerful and deadly weapon over to an organized and deadly crime syndicate? Are you kidding me? I thought you were trying to be good now, turning over a new leaf and all that. What happened to you?" 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Deadpool took a moment to think, gently tapping his finger against his chin as for a few moments he was lost in thought "yeah i'm beginning to disagree with a few choices of previous me, i found my purpose after all, it's a simple thing really" then when Buffy began to comment on his choice of employers he just gave a shrug "that's the purpose i found, working for the highest bidder, people always saw me as a joke, i don't blame them really, but i'm out here to entertain myself. I can have people practically stampeding their way to my door to hire me, always knowing i'll get the job done. if you ask me, that's a hell of a purpose" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers blinks and shakes her head, "That's not true, Wade, I never saw you as a joke. You came to me for help, and I promised I'd help..Even if you seemed to defect near the end.." but he probably doesn't remember the how or why or wherefores..She sighs, still eyeing the box, "Look, there are more important things out there than money, don't be an idiot, for all you know, that case might contain a magical bomb that could blow up the city. I know you can literally pull yourself together after just about anything, but there must people people out there you at least care about, whose safety is more important than a couple of bucks? Dont do this! Let Giles at least look it over first.." 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Deadpool raised a brow behind his mask and he stood still and quiet for a moment, his broken mind being cast back if only for a moment into what remained of his memories, as if some part of him was working to claw his way back into the driver's seat, but alas, it did not seem like that would be happening, instead of rememberance, all Deadpool recieved was a sudden urge. Deadpool remained silent as he turned around and picked up the case, holding it out to Buffy "wherever it goes i go...my employer didn't give me a time to deliver it by, so if you want to get it looked at, fine, but i go with it and i leave with it" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers watches him tensely, wondering if for a moment he might raise a hand to attack her, and she tenses, more than ready for a fight..And then he gives in, if just a little and she smiles and nods, "Thank you. I suppose you've forgotten where the magic box is. But I can show you,it's not far from here, come on, it's getting late.." 
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13865/Sightings

2021-10-08T19:10:43Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers is in the Blue Lady, having just finished off a shift and is just relaxing in the VIP lounge, looking over some class notes. But her mind is elsewhere, having trouble focusing. She's worried about friends and feeling helpless to help them. Her dinner remains untouched and is getting cold, and so is her drink. "Dammit...What to do..." she mutters as she stares forlornly out the window. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith slips into the VIP room quiet as a...well a Raith. He watches her for a few moments, staring contemplatively at the crowd of happy people below. He steps up behind her and kisses her shoulder lightly. "Penny for your thoughts?" he asks softly laying his head on her shoulder to peer out at the crowd with her. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers blinks at the touch and smiles faintly, "Hey, lover. HOw you been?" she shrugs and sighs tiredly, "It's been a long day..Oh, I ran into Nick, guess he's still in hiding. I've no idea how to help him mind you. And looks like Deadpool's out and about wrecking havok as per usual. So much for positive influence. Oh, and if that's not enough, looks like Constantine has joined the 'dark side' so to speak, hanging out with Lucifer of all people now..What is this world coming to?" she sighs. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smiles a bit, shaking his head slightly. "People do weird things." He says softly, smiling a bit. "Take John Marcone. In another time and place, he wouldn't be a crime lord. He'd be a quite effective land baron, very likely beloved by his people. Constantine always had a little dark about him. Nick is a powerful person who will come to us if he wants our help. He knows we'll be there for him... And Wade... will always be Wade. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers sighs, shaking her head. "But what's the point of being a hero, of beating the bad guys and protecting people, what's the point of having these powers if I can't even save my friends? Everyone's losing it and I'm powerless to stop it. what the heck is wrong with this world anyway? I haven't even seen Willow in months, we're suddenly growing apart.." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smiles a bit, sliding his arms around her waist and smiling, "Well, and of course this is coming from the monster," He says in a teasing voice, knowing they will always disagree on his monstrous status. "The point of a hero isn't to win. At least not the way I see it. The Hero's job is never to actually vanquish the evil. Not like in the story books. The hero is there the be a stalwart defender. To stand like a rock against the tide. To protect those that she can... and when she can't. To be the first to stand up again, and push back one more time." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers smiles faintly, leaning in against him. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I mean, I can't control their actions, right? All I can do is be there for them if they need be. But it is sad, things have been quiet with the Scoobies lately. You're literally the only person I can count on, and I'm grateful for that, but I do miss our friends..I mean if the world blows up tomorrow, can we handle it between the two of us..?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smiles a bit, "Well if it did? At least I know I could trust the person who had my back." He says softly, tilting her head back and kissing her gently. "And there is literally no one I'd rather have there." He adds with a slow smile. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers smiles and closes her eyes as she tilts her head back to kiss him, which relaxes her tremendously. "Mmm, I think that's enough studying for one day..Maybe I'll just do takeout with my dinner and call it a night." she does seem relaxed though as she leans in against him, "unless you got somewhere else to be?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smirks playfully, "Well I was thinking of asking the Jamaican women's volleyball team to come over, but if you'd rather stay in tonight, I can order us some Chinese and we can watch old movies in front of the fire place.." He says with a soft smile, "Cheap food and expensive wine?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers arches a brow, chuckling a bit at that as she climbs to her feet, waving a waitress down to get a box to go. "No need, I already ordered a meal, we can eat it upstairs, and I didn't touch my wine but I'm sure you have more upstairs too." she gathers her food into the takeout box once it arrives and empties the rest of her wine glass before clutching his arm. "Really? an entire volleyball team?" she smirks. "Didn't know you were into volleyball. Just can't stay away from cute athletic girls hmm.," 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smirks a little bit, "Well cute athletic girls are a plus, but that accent." He lets out a noise that could only be described as a purr, grinning at her playfully as they head upstairs into their own private little world. 
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13861/Fall Cleanup

2021-10-07T23:16:49Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' As summer ends and heralds in the cooler season, Megan has volunteered to clean and rake the back yard of falling leaves. Problem is it's a huge back yard and the younger kids keep messing up her leaf piles. Hopefully someone will come to help her distract kids so she can clean up the leaves..Well one can always hope, right? 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' With his homework done for the day and his usual routine of wandering the grounds until nightfall being a thing, Kit takes note of Megan and the kids who are hindering her work, gives a little chuckle and tilts his head. When one of the smaller children goes to jump in a pile of leaves, they're suddenly stopped, suspended in the air for a moment by some unseen force as the Aardwolf walks up with a smile. "Are you guys being pests again?" he asks with a little grin and a playful tone. The child gets set down and he gives a little wink as about twenty of the leaves, ones that are a very particular shade of orange, suddenly float into the air. The aardwolf smiles and says, "Anyone who catches one gets a treat tonight, but you have to catch them without falling into any of the piles of leaves, deal?" 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' the kids giggle and dance around Kit, whose always been an object of fascination for many of the younger-uns. "Ooh! Treat! What kinda treat?" but they nod and grin and giggle, running around, trying to catch leaves one by one and gently piling them on top of each other as they try to outdo one another. Megan giggles and waves to Kit. "Heey how you been? Thanks for keeping them occupied, you know many trees are out here? Phew!" she wipes her brow tiredly as she darts around, doing her best not to churn up a wind with her wings, "Hmm I wonder if this would be quicker if I just ported them to limbo?" she giggles, "Ooh but Illy would be sooo mad.." 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' What treats indeed? The aardwolf is known to make turkish delights from scratch, so perhaps those are the treats he meant? He plays into the question though and gives a toothy little grin, "You'll just have to catch one and find out." he says with a smile. In all fairness though, there will be enough for everyone and knowing Kit? Everyone will eventually catch a leaf of their own. A few grams here, a few grams there, leaves are tiny things and while he's helping to keep the kids occupied, he also adds a bit of oomph to Megans work, occasionally raking that unseen force through an entire swath of leaves, bringing them into neat piles with very little effort. "I mean,yeah she'd probably be a little pissed if she found you dumping leaves into limbo.." Then he laughs a little and adds, "Or did you mean the kids?" with an almost wicked look. All in jest, all in jest and the tip of his tongue poking out at her a moment later is meant to explain that. "I've been doing well enough. My hunts have been getting easier at least, which means my training has been working so there's that and the schoolwork is pretty easy.. Economics is fairly simple compared to the study of esoteric arcane theory." 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Some kids are already crowding around Kit, holding up their caught leaves, chanting something about Turkish delights with those pleading eyes of theirs. But at least they're behaving themselves now. Megan smiles, "Well looks like you've got the magic touch..Thanks Kit! I'll just recycle these leaves, no problem." she sighs tiredly, pausing to wipe her forehead, "Though to be fair, those leaf piles look awfully fun.." 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' With the leaves generally dealt with and the children having their own leaves, Kit offers a little chuckle. His backpack seems to magically open and a box floats out of it, opening on it's own to exchange each leaf for one of the turkish delights inside and each leaf winds up whisked away into a pile once it's been exchanged. Then Megan gets a little glance and there's a little wink as a sudden bump from nowhere tries to gently nudge her into one of the piles. "They do." he says with a little grin. "And no worries, if they get messed up I'll fix them for you." 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn watches with a bit of wonder as he works some magic tricks and smiles, "Ooh that's cool, what other magic do you know? We should compare notes." she giggles, As for the leaves, she laughs a bit, "Ooh it's tempting but it'd be a terrible example I set for the kids..Even if I was one of them not long ago.." she sighs wistfully, "I sure miss being a kid.." 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' Kit just laughs a little and shrugs, slipping his backpack off and giving a little shrug as he tosses it impossibly perfect onto a bench, then looks to the kids as they nibble their treats and gives a simple. "Right then, now that everyone's had their snack, go have some fun terrorizing leaf piles." with that wicked little smile of his. Megan gets a little glance and a wink as he gives a simple, "Your loss," as he pivots on his heels and falls backwards into one of the bigger piles, causing the leaves to suddenly spiral up in a whirlwind of colors as he grins up at her. "Age is a state of mind. If you want to be a kid and you don't have any other responsibilities at the time, why not just be a kid?" he asks with a grin. "As for magic, I know a lot, but I can actually only do very little." 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn oohs, watching him flop on the leaves, leaping on the pile herself right next to him. "Ahh, this is so much fun..Brings back memories!" she giggles as she peers up at swirling leaves, tossing some more to add to the windy autumn weather as they twirl and spiral around her, attempting to catch one or two as they flutter about like butterflies, "Soo, why is that? If you know so much magic, why are you hesitant to use much?" 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' While he's keeping the leaves aloft, causing them to spiral endlessly in a whirlwind of colors and asymetrical patterns, he gives Megan a glance and tilts his head for a moment, then taps at his chest with a simple, "Feel.." If she does, she'd feel the muscle beneath, rock solid and tensed, every fiber pulled nearly to the breaking point and not a single one of them is ever really relaxing. The fact that he can move at all could be considered a phenomenal feat of control. On top of that his heart is racing, pounding nearly through his chest, as if he'd just run a marathon or maybe, as if he's still running one. "My magic comes at a price. Every time I use it, it taxes my body in ways that most people couldn't even begin to understand. It's why I always seem a little tired and why I have to constantly eat.. I can't simply stop doing it either." 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn blinks slowly at him but nods, closing her eyes for a moment, trying to feel the earth beneath her, the wind in her hair..The sights and scents around her. "Hmm.." she sighs and nods. Feel huh? Was ut really that simple? Maybe..She smiles and nods, "Thanks! I'll keep it in mind." But what he says next causes her to pout, "Awe, realky? That's terrible, I mean, I guess you must have incredible magic if it taxes you that much. Maybe you just need.." she yawns, feeling sleepy herself, and just..Falls asleep.. 
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13859/Returning to Earth

2021-10-06T19:05:43Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' It had been a long while since Kara had returned to earth, to the Titan Tower. So much had happened in space, with rescuing Lar and all that she got side tracked and had to be brought down to earth quite literally to realize she still had a team to run - a team that was rapidly falling apart. And so as she stepped into the Titans tower, she's surprised to see just how very quiet it is around here. "Hey, is anyone home?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake has his own team that works with the Titans, but his team has been quiet of late as well, so he has taken to coming to check on the titans, and make sure nothing is out of place or no super villains have tried to take over the tower. So Tim is here going over security and such. When he gets the reading SG is back, he will head out to meet her "Just us little birds." HE calls out. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smiles as she sees Tim stepping in and waves to him coming over. "Hey! How have you been, Tim? It's been too long and far too quiet.." she sighs as she looks around, "I really should have taken the others with me when I left for the Legion cruiser. I feel like I let everyone down. Have they all just..Left?" that makes her sad. She stepped up as their leader and now things are disorganized. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake says, "Some are out on their own, doing things needed to be done, have not been any major upheavals that needed more than 2 or 3 people at one time, so they baan spreading out, trying to handle things before they got to the level where needed a big group" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods. "How have things been this side of the galaxy? Seems quiet but things are often deceiving. I hope there have been no extreme end of world thingies to handle? I had to go rescue Lar from a distant planet so I've been out of the loop a bit. How about things with you and your bat fam? I hope no news is good news." she smiles as she heads for the kitchennette. "While you're here, can I get you something to eat or drink? They always keep the kitchen well stocked.." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake smiles and says "I stopped and grabbed a big bellt burger on the way thanks. Things are pretty quiet not a lot been going on across the board. Which can be somewhat worrysome to be honest. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers grabs a gingerale can frome the fridge and another for Time, setting it on the coffee table. "Here, always good to get in a good drink." she nods and smiles. "well that's good. I talked to Brainiac and he scanned my body, came up with something that seems to have stabilized my condition. With any luck, it sticks..Although I'm still worried about this green armoured guy spreading trouble elsewhere. Did you get anymore leads on him?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake shakes his head a bit and says "Na, no new leads, but I have been busy in Gotham, the guys have had to handle a few things so I have been the main one watching Gotham, me and SparrowHawk 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers arches a brow. "Oh yeah? So what's going on in G otham? Need any help?" she smiles, "But of course, I know you can handle just about anything, but if you're ever shortarmed.." she shrugs, "I'm always happy to help." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake says, "Mostly just some of the lower level fiends, had a bit of trouble with the Riddler, but I have almost got him narrowed down, a few things I have to check into." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers chuckles, "Yeah, sounds like you got things well in hand, but if you ever need help..I'm gonna try and spend more time on earth and get things organized once Lar recovers enough..He's been through a lot lately." 
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13697/Getting her things in order..

2021-09-03T02:12:08Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' It's been a long while since Kara has shown her face at the Titans tower, and while she's supposed to be the leader of this group, in her current unstable state she cannot afford to slip up and hurt someone or make a fatal move that might cost her a team mate. So it is that she slips in late at night to grab some extra belongings that she left behind and maybe to check in with some of her friends before leaving for the Legion Cruiser once more. 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Austin Dallas had been going for a midnight snack of all things when he saw her. He doesn't even have his ever present companion on his shoulder as Tina is tucked away in her own small bed. He almost doesn't say anything as he can tell she is trying to be quiet... but finally says in a low voice that he is certain her Super hearing can hear. "Hey Kara. Everything okay?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers arches a brow, spotting Austin even in her tired state and smiles faintly at him. "Austin, hey. How've you been? Sorry I haven't been around here much lately.." she shrugs and sighs, staring down at her duffel bag. "Been pretty tired lately and honestly a bit nervous. I'm sorry I haven't really been around much lately but I guess it's fir the best. I'm just too much of a liability to everyone here..So until I can figure out what's going on with me.." she shrugs. 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Austin Dallas head tilts, and continues speaking in a whisper. One advantage to two people having super powered hearing, they can have really low volume conversations and not wake people up. He furrows his brow and says, "Well that's kind of selfish, isn't it? I mean that is what being a part of a team is all about. But when you are hurting and need help, you won't let us help you?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers frowns as she considers that. "Yes, I suppose it kinda is selfish, but..Look I nearly strangled Boomer and nearly drowned him too. And I dunno anymore if it's just me losing control or this..Virus, whatever. is in me. Sure, I could stick around here and continue to hurt the rest of my team mates..Or I can stay away in space where there is no one I can hurt. Trust me it's for the best." 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Austin Dallas's eyes narrow, "I don't think any of us are doing this job because we want to be safe Kara." He whispers and takes a few steps closer. "We trust you. Do you trust us?" He asks. He smiles and puts his hand on her shoulder and considers. "Come on, I was about to go get something to eat. Why don't we go get some food and we can talk properly?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers hmms, "You know, you could be right..Maybe I haven't thought this through yet, but.." she shrugs and smiles, following him to the kitchen. "Food sounds good, hope I didn't wake you up though, I know how keen your senses are.." 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Austin Dallas shakes his head, heading into the kitchen. "I skipped Dinner. My stomach decided that wasn't a great idea. It's pure coincidence, Scouts honor." He smiles a bit, holding up a trio of fingers in the classic "boyscout" salute. he grins a bit, going to the freezer and taking out a pizza crust and then goes to the fridge to get toppings. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers arches a brow and smiles as she watches, sinking into one of the kitchen chairs. "Wow, aren't you gonna get a stomach ate from eating so late?" still she chuckles, amusement glittering in her eyes. "You're really funny." 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Austin Dallas shrugs a little bit, "Gotta fuel the machine, right?" he asks playfully, flexing his not unimpressive biceps, though he likely could not hope to bench what Kara could lift with just her pinky. he grins slightly and layers sauce, cheese, toppings, more cheese and more toppings then spreads more sauce on top before adding another layer of cheese. "So wanna catch me up? What happened? 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers shrugs, "Where do I even start..I think I mentionned in one of our latest meetings that I encountered some sort of..Giant purple and green armoured individual who seemed to have a counter attack to everything I could throw at him. Eventually, he..Or she..Or it if its a robot, injected me with some sort of kryptonite lined syringe, inserting some sort of micrometallic particles in my system..I've done exhaustive tests but they have yet to figure out how to get rid of them. They seem to be centered around my central nervous system and are capable of controlling my actions - involuntary muscle movements, but crude at best, unpredictable.." She sighs tiredly as she sniffs the pizza. "Soo yeah, a while back I was swimming in the pool with Boomer, when one of those freaky muscle twitches got me, caused me to wrap my arms aroud his neck, nearly strangled him to death and pulled him underwater too. I'd rather not put my friends in that kind of danger again. But...Maybe I've already scared him away. Haven't heard from him in months..Meanwhile, Lar has been really sweet, offered me a place on his ship. At least i know I can't hurt him as easily.." She smiles softly as she speaks of her ex, oddly enough. 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Austin Dallas considers and then decides to do what he thinks is the right thing to do. He walks over, kneels down slightly so that he is eye level with the seated Supergirl and then he hugs her. She could easily pull away, because...yah know Kryptonian... but he hugs her tight and holds her close. Because honestly... she really seems to need a hug. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers is quite surprised by the hug. She doesn't know Austin that well although he seems like a nice guy. Still, it's good to get to know your team mates a little better, isn't it? Her gaze softens, wrapping her arms around him rather hesitantly, loosely. "Hmm...Thanks for that. I feel a bit better, but really, no biggie. I mean, I'll bet Superman has to deal with this kinda crazy stuff and more all the time. It'll be fine, I'm sure, but, I should.." her arms tighten around him a bit more, almost uncontrollably before she grits her teeth, jerking away, actually jumping out of the chair and backing away to put space between them. "Sorry, I...shouldn't have done that. I could have crushed you.." she frowns, staring down at her hands. Curse these superpowers.. 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Austin Dallas shakes his head, though relieved she /didn't/ crush him, he doesn't look that concerned for himself but more for her. "But you didn't. I'm fine honest..." He walks closer again and puts his hand on her shoulder. "And so are you. I trust you, okay?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers stiffens at the touch. "Hmm, that's what Boomer said too, before he...Went wherever he went.." she shrugs. "I could crush you like a can, just like that, Austin." She snaps her fingers. "This is what I'm talking about, why I need to stay away from everyone...I'm just not sure what alternatives I have." 
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13745/Musings, Rumours and Legends

2021-08-21T05:44:08Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' It's fairly late when Buffy returns home for the night, at around midnight even..It's a quiet night at the club for a change, probably because it's nice outside and summer is nearing its end. Buffy of course spent most of the night fighting vamps, searching for more info on the mysterious relics found at the vamp infested ship and actually grabbing some potentially interesting books on the matter. Anyhoo, she slips into the apartment quietly, carrying some books mixed in with her weapons, nursing a bleeding shoulder from a run in with an especially powerful vamp tonight..And mostly trying not to wake Thomas who is presumably fast asleep by now.. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith is not asleep. He's sitting at the kitchen table nursing a cup of hot tea and smiles a bit as he hears the alarm deactivate. "Hey you." He says with a smile, standing a bit, then making a face when he sees her bloodies shoulder. He sighs and moves to take her bag. "shower, get that cleaned up, we can talk after." He says, adding "Who knew dating a Slayer would turn me into a mother hen, huh?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers stops and blinks as she sees he's awake. "Oh! What are you doing up? geez, just can't sneak up on some people, can I?" she shrugs and smirks, grateful fir the extra weight off her other shoulder and sighs, "Right, sure thing 'mom'.." but a shower might help with the pain not to mention cleaning the wound, "Still, how can I say no?" with a smile and nod, she slips into the shower, enjoying a nice long wash before stepping out again, wearing a blue floral kimono, with a towel wrapped around her soaking wet hair. She flops tiredly into a chair after grabbing a large bandaid from the counter. "Ugh, what a night, how have you been..?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith shrugs a little bit. "Long night. Couldn't sleep. Strange dreams and an empty bed." Not that long ago Thomas would have scoffed at the idea sleeping alone would keep him up at night. By the time she gets out of the shower he's prepared a fairly large batch of pancakes and a rasher of bacon and he gestures her to the table. "Eat something. Slayer healing or not your body needs fuel." He says smirking, "And don't call me mom... you can call me daddy if you like though." He says teasingly. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers smirks, grabbing some food. "Wow, is it really so late that you're serving breakfast already? Not that I mind.." she fastens the bandage on her wound first, not very big but a bit deep. But for Buffy, she'll probably fully recover by tomorrow evening. "Daddy huh? Well I'll be sure to keep you warm tonight..Sorry I'm so late.." she yawns before licking hungrily at her late dinner/early breakfast. "I've had a lot on my mind..And it seems you have too..More strange dreams huh?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith nods slightly, "It was weird... Garbled stuff. Charity, that's a friend of Harry's was pregnant. Vampires were hunting her. Her and her husband wanted me to serve as an Emissary to a Vampire Baroness named Madam Bianca." He shakes his head. "Can't be prophetic though. Bianca is dead. Long Dead. Harry killed her. And Charity had to have an emergency historectimy several years ago as well." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers frowns as she listens, eating her supper in quiet thought. "Hmm..Like before huh..We'll maybe it's like we said, a parallel dimension..My dreams aren't usually that way, they're usually a prediction of the future but.." she shrugs, "Well, on the other hand maybe you just have a creative imagination..?" she winks. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith chuckles a little bit and nods. "Probibly. I mean night before last I was having this weird gender swapped Princess and the frog dream. Like imagine a frog with bright fire engine red lipstick. Woke up just as she started to turn back." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers narrows her eyes at him. "Um...Let me guess. You were the Prince Charming who had to break the curse on the frog? I mean yeah, I did watch the Princess and the frog, you know.." and with bright red lipstick too. Honestly Buffy is having trouble keeping a straight face. "Soooo..Was it a cute..Frog? I mean, you DID break the curse right..should I be jealous?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith laughs a bit. "Now that you mention it? It looked kinda like a green pug. A Froggo doggo if you will. And yeas it was absolutely adorible." he says with a smirk, "My biggest recollection though is that lip stick. I mean wow." He shakes his head, "And of course it worked. I am the Price of the White Court after all. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers arches a brow, "Oh, did it? Soo...You git to free the beautiful Princess with a kiss, and the two of you lived happily ever after?" really, the idea of a groggy dog is hard to get out of her mind, "Sounds like you've been watching too many Disney movies lately...But I'll try not to get mad or jealous over a mere dream again..You know, unless you start going out searching for this person in earnest. Then we'll have words." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith grins a bit, smirking as he leans over and gives her a playful kiss "Oh yes, we will have words." another kiss delivered to her chin. "Big words." He ays moving to kiss her throat. "Like Hippopotamus." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers shivers a bit, climbing to her feet..She was finished with supper anyway. "Hippopotamus? Really? Is that the biggest word you know?" she smirks, reaching over to ruffle his hair. "Speaking of princesses..I'll bet you're just dying to know what I'm wearing under this kimono, hmm..?" she winks. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith grins wickedly, perking up at the question and rises from the table, not even bothering to clear the dishes. "As a matter of fact," he says in a playful voice. "I was thinking exactlly that." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers grins and winks, flipping her hair, "I'll leave that to your imagination...Unless you think you can come over here and find out for yourself." oh yes, she's in a playful mood, and apparently already feeling energetic after all that food. 
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13715/Unsaid things

2021-08-11T04:49:39Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers had been spending more and more time aboard the Legion Cruiser, sometimes just staring out the window listlessly, feeling more and more useless, and just plain frustrated. She'd had no luck in contacting Superman who apparently had his own matters to deal with. And she had had trouble getting near to Lex as well. A quick trip back to the Titans tower had led to a heart to heart with Austin, about running away from her problems..And of course that had her thinking about..Other unsaid matters.. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar was in his quarters tonight, going over some more reports of Brood invasions in Shi'ar territory. It was getting worse and worse out there, but figuring out the best place to lend his aid was another matter. He's fast sure, but he still can't be in more than one place at once.     There's a stone, faintly glowing red sitting on the desk that he'd also been examining, but it didn't seem like there was much of anything to it other than looking cool. Still, it was probably best left to a magical expert to say for sure. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers draws a deep breath, pulling away from the window. Well. She should really talk to Lar. Just..Get it out there. Who knows what damage it will do but, better to be honest, right? she smiles and smoothes out her hair, peering at her reflection in the reflective window before her, putting on a bit of subtle makeup..And then turns and strides down the hall towards Lar's office, knocking twice on the door. "Hello, Lar? Are you there..?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     The door retracts once she knocks, and Lar turns to face her, smiling. "Kara," he says warmly. "Come in." Though he notices she looks anxious, and frowns a little. He knows she's been having a rough time lately, so it doesn't come as a surprise, but still. "What's up?" he asks. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers isn't in uniform, that should be noted. She hadn't really..Felt like she could be a constructive part of the team in her current condition. Heck, she didn't even feel like she was safe to be around anyone, save for Lar. So here she is, wearing a red long sleeved t-shirt and denim cut-offs. Looking like the cheerful yet aimless teenager she was when she first landed on earth. She also looks tired. But happy to see him. "Hey..I'm not interrupting anything, Am I?" she notes the glowy rock thingy on the desk, arching a brow. "I guess..There's a lot of serious stuff going on, y'know, with the Shi'ar and Brood and all, not to mention my own issues. But I suppose they pale in comparison...." Kara just lets the sentence hang there, openning her mouth, closing it again as if trying to figure out how to say this. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar sighs, nodding. He's had...his own issues to deal with as of late as well. The incident with Juggernaut had soured his mood quite a bit for a while. For some reason, the guy just...had a way of bringing out the worst in him, and he didn't like it. "Yeah, the Brood problem isn't going away any time soon I don't think. We just have to hope it doesn't get too much bigger. Of course if we don't do anything about it, it's not like they're going to stop with the Shi'ar."     He picks up the rock for a moment, looking at it one more time before tossing it in a drawer and closing it. "You get a chance to talk to Lex yet?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers frowns a bit, nodding slowly, "Yeaah..I suppose there's always something going on. I mean, isn't that why we're superheroes? It's kinda our job to protect everyone from everything.." she slides into the seat across from him, staring at the rock thoughtfully. "I guess..Sometimes it gets in the way of our personal lives too." Mention of Lex causes her to frown. "He's been..Hard to get ahold of lately, he's constantly under the protection of his security guards, or out and about dealing with some important thing or other. Guess I'll have to try again to make an appointment. And Superman's been busy with his own issues too, so..I guess I just have to wait and hope for the best.." She glances back to Lar thoughtfully. "What about you..How're you been? You know you just have to say the word and I'll be there to help..With whatever you need help with.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "I've been all right." Lar replies, though he seems more focused on her, frowning. It's been a while, and he doesn't like the idea that this might be progressive. He sighs. "If only my family weren't a bunch of xenophobic Krypton haters, they could probably help you..." he shakes his head. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods and sighs, "Yeah...If only there was a way I could convince them that not all Kryptonians are bad.." And that's something she's been thinking about a lot lately too. But there's something else more pressing she needs to discuss with him. "Listen, Lar, I..." she sighs, resting her hands on the table, reaching them out towards him as if to grasp his hands, but hesitates, pulling back a bit. "I...I need to talk to you about..Something important.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar looks pensive at her musing regarding his family. "Maybe there is, but I haven't found it yet. I've been trying, but..." he sighs again. "It's just painful." he admits, his gaze downcast for a moment. A part of him feels guilty about giving up on it. How could he just not be willing to go through anything for her? But she had seemed happy with Owen before. Now, though...     He looks back up at her as she reaches out momentarily, but then pulls back. The Daxamite puts a hand over hers anyway, assuring her it's okay. "Anything you need, Kara." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers draws a deep breath. Dont be a coward, Kara. Just...Say it. She smiles softly, gently at him, a look of longing in her eyes and then just..Reaches out and grabs his hands, squeezing them gently. "Lar, I...I haven't been entirely..Honest with you. I kept telling you that..That 'we' are in the past, that we should both move on, that..That I'm happy with Owen but..The truth is.." She sighs, licking her lips, pondering if she's doing a really dumb thing, but she can't stop now. "Well, Owen is nice and all, but when the going got tough..*you* were the one who stood at my side while he..Just...Didn't answer my calls. And..and maybe I was wrong. I..I haven't seen him in a long while, he doesn't return my calls. I think..I think it's over between us. I left him a lenghty message, breaking up with him.." Kara glances back at Lar again. "I know you don't want to hear this, but...I still have feelings for you.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar stares at Kara as she finally makes the confession---one that he'd suspected might be true, but it had never been certain until now. He'd always made it clear that while she was the love of -his- life, as long as she was happy, he was happy, even if that meant her finding someone else to love. But this...this changed things. She wasn't happy any more. She was lonely.     A storm of mixed emotions begins to rage in his mind. He loves her more than anything, but his family and people would never accept her. The last time he tried, she'd almost gotten killed. How could he risk that again? But if it's what she wants.     He exhales, shaking it off. "Kara..." he frowns, letting go of her hands and pulling back slightly. "We've been through this. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone...but if you want to do this, we have to keep it a secret. The last time we tried, they almost killed you...I--I don't know what I'd do if I lost you. Especially not if it was just because I couldn't..." he trails off, looking away. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods, smiling faintly, sadly, letting go of his hands but not pulling away. "I know..I know things can't work out between us. At least, not *now*. I mean..There's so much going on, with this whole Brood thing..This thing infecting me..Trying to keep the Titans together. But..I just thought you should know. Even if we're not 'together', even if we never end up *being* together..It doesn't mean I can't stand at your side, be there for you the way you were always there for me. Heck we could try keeping it a secret...Maybe..." Kara shrugs. Maybe it can still..Work..?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "It's risky, but if you're willing to try it, I am." Lar sighs. "I mean, maybe there's a way to win them over. Maybe if you did something to prove them wrong about Kryptonians, in spite of everything they did to you, maybe -someone- would start fighting the xenophobia, even if it's not my family to start with. It can't look like you're doing it for me, though..." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smiles and nods. "I'll do it. Whatever it takes, I'll find a away to win them over. Convince them that we're not the bad guys. Or, at least I'm not..Somehow.." she sighs tiredly, uncertainly. "I've no idea where I'd even start with that, but I'm not about to give up on your parents...And definitely not you. I wont lose you again.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     And that was a part of what Lar loved so much about Kara. That indominable spirit. Never giving up, even when everyone else has. And even in the face of what the Daxamite royal family already done to her or would have done had Kal not intervened.     "Oh Kara..." He says softly, his hand going to the side of her face as he slowly draws her in for a kiss. The first -real- one they'd had in a very long while... 
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13639/Ghost Ship

2021-08-02T03:34:43Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' There had been a lot of activity on the docks near Coney Island lately. Activity of the highly suspicious, dangerous, supernatural bloodsucking variety. Of course most of it will have been written off as gangs on drugs or other similar stories. Buffy knows better, so she had been scouting the area fairly regularly for any new activity. Lately things have calmed down on the docks. Up until recently. Call it a hunch or slayer sense or something else. Whatever it is, Buffy's back and has put out a line to the Scooby channel for back up as she spots a ship coming into the harbour, apparently on fire...If there are people onboard, they are unusually quiet. Something must be wrong but it would be hard to tell from shore. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Well, true to form when there is need, a text message is received. However if Buffy was only expecting for her message to Nick to be seen by the musician only, that was not the case. He had a friend over and well. Said friend has a way of finding out things anyways. This is why Nick's approach was not the manner the scoobies are used to. Instead of dream travel or flight, the musician is wearing a helmet and bookbag. He is also riding in on a vintage 40s Motorcycle with an extended seat. Wait a minute. Nick doesn't have a license... 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     And that would be because Nick isn't the one driving. No, he is being driven around on this motorcycle by a man who is either so confident in his own skills as a rider that he doesn't bother with helmets, or possibly only has the one. And that is indeed a vintage 1940 Harley Davidson Softail, thank you much, paint glossy and chrome gleaming.     The bike comes to a stop and the driver flicks down the stand, killing the engine with one last roar. Not the stealthiest of approaches, but it certainly was fast... 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith for his part was there when Buffy sent out the message, so he drove out, most likely with her. He's not wearing white tonight either, perhaps in deference to Buffy's on going protest that he can wear white into the sewer and come out installed. Instead he's gone the other route, Black jeans and a black t-shirt that makes his pale skin even paler... like some sort of fallen angel... He opens the car's glove box and offers over a pair of binoculars. "Well see anything?" He asks calmly, giving Nick an amused smile as he pulls up. "Nice bike..." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     A flaming ship coming into New York harbor, but no one has sounded an alarm of any kind? No panicked cries for assistance? That's definitely suspicious. Lar is hovering above the water, peering down at the strange occurrence. He begins to make his way down toward it, aiming to use his enhanced senses to scan it and see if he can figure out just what is going on down there. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers did indeed arrive on the scene in Thomas' car, dressed in similar black tshirt and black jeans. "Ship on fire in the middle of the night, no calls for help, no alarms sounding and in the same place that those vampires attacked a few weeks ago." she narrows her eyes, "Could be a coincidence, then again, maybe not.." Thankfully the ship is at least close enough to the dock that they can just about reach it from the longest pier. As Nick pulls up with someone new, she smirks and nods to them. "Hey Nick, nice ride. Whose your friend?" a curious brow is arched at James., not sure why Nick brought him along. But surely he has a good reason, right?.. Mon-El may sense there are life forms aboard, although many are unconscious, or dead. There are also figures lurking around, oddly without heartbeats or breathing. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' When the motorcycle come to a complete stop and the engine dies away, Nick dismounts the iron horse. The smaller of the two men reaches up, undoing the strap to the helmet before handing it over to Bucky. "Thanks," Nick offers up. Not the stealthiest of entrances but, hey a boat is on fire. Who is looking at the motorcycle? Also it wasn't as white knuckle inducing as the last time he was on the bike so... reasonably discreet. Upon the duo reaching Buffy and Thomas, he gives a small smile to the compliment on the bike. He tilts his head in indication to the eldest man. "His ride." He admits. Considering Nick's style, is there any need to state what color outfit he's wearing today? (Hint: Not white.) He looks to Bucky, lifting a hand in indication. "This is James. We were going over some stuff when your text came in. He offered me a ride." The hand shifts over, indicating the slayer and club owner to Bucky, "And this is Buffy. And the tall guy over there is Thomas." 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     There are some thing that are eternal, that transcend time and even epochs. Surely, from the moment man was able to concoct some form of vehicle, there have been others who would comment on it while driving a slightly different vehicle. Be that chariot, dog cart, palanquin or coach and four... So when Thomas comments on the bike, James turns to look at the Porsche, takes a moment to take off his sunglasses, stow them, and then dismount his Harley. "Thanks. Nice car."     It's a flat monotone. Possibly nothing was meant by it. Possibly.     "James." the man introduces himself to Buffy, with a boyish smile and a polite nod, although stopping short of offering a hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Buffy."     The smile is aimed briefly at Thomas as well, although no verbal acknowledgement of any sort of pleasure at their newfound acquaintance is forthcoming.     It's only then that he looks over to the bay and glances at the ship. That's on fire. "Huh. Maybe we should call the coast guard about that ship? Seems like they might need assistance." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith glances at his car as if noticing that it is "A nice one" for the first time and shrugs his acknowledgement. six-figure sports car? Yeah no big deal. "Well it's nice to meet you James," He says calmly, glancing out at the boat, apparently not minding any sort of smiling or whatever at Buffy. He was never the jealous type. "So it's out there... were back here. Anyone have a solution to this?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar frowns, figuring the things lurking must be robots or something. But his first concern is for the ones that are unconscious but still alive. They may need to get out of the fire, and fast. He lands on the deck of the fiery ship, and starts working to get the unconscious people to safety, onto lifeboats if there are any left or just onto shore somewhere, since it wasn't too far out. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers nods to Nick and James, "Nice to meet you James. Dunno if Nick filled you in on what we do but, I trust Nick so I'm gonna trust you too."bas for the ship, she shrugs, "I get the feeling this is nit just a mundane emergency, clearly the crew are unconscious or under attack, besides my slayer senses are tingling. It's not far from the dock, we'll just have to drive up to the dock, then jump,or swim a little to get there, come on!" and she jumps back in the car, waiting for the rest to join her. Mon-El will have little trouble getting to some of the unconscious people, although the fire is really flaring out of control by now, and some of those un breathing figures rush out to try a d block his path, snarling as they lash out with claws and fangs at him. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' "With it being on fire?" Nick asks, frowning to the distance, "The odds of someone on that ship currently dreaming to get us over there is sli-" Ok so the boat is much closer to the dock than initially expected "-Or we can move closer to the dock and try jumping on. Alright." He tugs off his bookbag reaching in to pull out some actual stakes, offering them over to Bucky. If stakes in the heart don't work, there's always decapitation." Yes this is a COMPLETELY normal conversation to have with new additions. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     The corner of his mouth lifted in the ghost of a smile, Bucky can think of half a dozens ways to approach this. But points for Thomas for dragging everyone on track, and being sarcastic about it. Still, that's a white sports car... And true, he could treat it like a Bren carrier and ride along, it's more than likely that someone who owns a pristine white car is going to take offense to someone putting boot marks on the paint.     And so quickly, possibly more quickly than anyone might have expected, Bucky once again mounts his bike and starts the engine, pivoting the bike /and/ his passenger to the side slightly so he can kick the stand back up, before pushing off and opening the throttle. "Do I want to know why our weapon of choice is a wooden stake?" he shouts over the roar of the engines, in a voice more used to being overheard on noisy battlefields. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar managed to get a few of them to safety before the strange creatures that seemed to be alive but not alive at the same time start attacking him. Okay, not robots then. They seem feral, in fact. But how...?     He swipes at them, aiming to get them out of his way, but at the same time attempts to scan them in more detail as well. What exactly are they? 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers just smirks at Bucky as Nick hands him the stake, "I'll let Nick fill you in on the way!" and once both parties drive further down the beach and closer the pier and come to a stop, Buffy jumps out, leading the way. Fortunately she has the super strength that lets her easily leap the space between the dock and the boat, effortlessly clearing the water and landing on the cargo ship which thankfully is low enough and has a little ladder that makes this feat easier. Assuming the others follow, they will all be co fronted by much the same scene as Mon-El, who seems to have little trouble in carrying unconscious bodies to safety and handling the super strong but not ridiculously strong undead creatures. While many simply get swiped away, more still pile up on deck, rushing at Mon-El and the others. And somewhere below deck, a loud cry for help can be heard through a partially open window. Mon-El will discover these creatures are rather odd..They seem to be of human composition and yet their hearts aren't beating, they're not breathing as if they were dead humans, but somehow far stronger and tougher, with fangs and claws too. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith has no trouble grabbing the ladder where Buffy grabbed it once she get's herself clear. "You know," he says conversationally, "some girl's like to have quiet dinners out. Romantic candle light. Maybe a show. I bet there are boyfriends who go their entire relationships without ever once going onto flaming boats to battle vampires. Just an observation." He says in a mild teasing voice... 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Having passed off the weapon to Bucky and put the bookbag back on, Nick is quick to get back on the bike. Because for one, Bucky may have questions and for two- Honestly if it's between Bucky and Thomas's driving... Well. Yeah. At least Nick can cite never bothering to go for a license for his driving oopsies. "She's the slayer," Nick replies over the engine, his positioning making it a bit easier to be heard than to hear, "If she's calling, it's usually vampires or ghouls that need killing. Stakes through the heart or decapitation's usually the way to go." There's a moment of silence save for the motor revving, "Honestly after the teleporting dogs, brood, and other space shit, are you THAT surprised this is sometimes how I spend my nights?" As soon as the bike reaches its destination and stops, the helmet is rested upon the bike seat. Nick runs towards the dock. As he does so, the scar on his lower right forearm fades away to reappear on his left. Taking an unnatural leap, the musician glides in the air before landing quietly upon the deck. Wait. Did he just LEAVE his friend to fend for himself? 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     The bike skids to a halt on the dock, and the stand comes down quickly. As the engine dies down, Bucky is already off the bike and running. It's a run that's eating up distance at a good rate, and most importantly, he's running /towards/ a ship that's on fire, which could be considered odd for anyone who's just been told that there might be vampires on board. "You live an interesting life, Nick!"     And then there's the jump.     It's one of those impossible jumps, as if the legs powering it belong to some sort of superhuman. It's the way someone would expect Captain America to leap for distance, easily clearing the rail and landing on the flaming deck. Where he notices another hero is already at work, one that is at least familiar from the teleporting dog saga.     Almost as an afterthought, the stake is thrown overhand towards the chest of the nearest snarling creature. Either it's a vampire or it's not, but a few feet of sharpened wood through the heart will probably be effective regardless, living or undead. "Do this often?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith swings up over the railing, the last to technically get onto the deck, drawing his kukri into each hand... At some point he somehow put on a black bandana over his flowing hair, making him look like some sort of pirate. He moves in to decapitate another of the vampires with a smooth motion. He shrugs at Bucky, "It comes with the territory... you'd think there would be more lunches in Paris, but it is what it is..." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar frowns, thinking maybe these are some kind of undead creature or something. With the others arrival, he turns toward them, recognizing Nick, Bucky, and Thomas but not Buffy. "Not exactly sure what we're up against, maybe undead something? I've got most of the survivors to safety," He's not exactly an expert on this kind of stuff. But then he hears that cry for help, coming through an open window. Off he flies toward the source of the sound, in search of whoever still needs help! 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers is a bit busy herself, dispatching vampires left and right once she's on deck and there seem to be a lot of vamps around here, more than she expected. She arches a brow at Mon-El, who seems to possess considerably more strength than an average human or even super powers human. "And you are...?" she peers at him warily, eyes narrowed as she tries to figure out his angle. But he at least seems to be on their side. And right now, there are other things at stake. There's that scream again and she narrows her eyes, heading for the steps, "Something going on below deck.." she just smirks at Mon-El, "Whoever you are, know that these creatures are not human. They're not even alive. Sorry but dint have time to share with you a PowerPoint presentation on vampires. Sounds like there's activity going on below." she nearly trips over a dead body or two, their blood drained dry. And barely flinches as she disappears into the cabin. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Upon reaching the deck, Nick spins around, hands reaching back and INTO his closed backpack. Pale eyes observe the super soldier taking his jump and takes a step back to clear the landing area. There's a bit of a half smile "I think that statement applies to you too." He admits. As a snarling creature pops out of the shadows, Nick swings a hand holding a wooden drumstick over, sinking it into the chest before letting go of the stick and pulling his hand back. "More than I would like." Nick admits, pulling out another drumstick, "But, hard to ignore." He turns his head, hearing talk of more activity inside, bending down to scoop up the drumstick from the pile of ash. Seeing Buffy already go in, Nick hanks back. "Alright. Looks of things. Buffy's got the inside, so,we work up top." His head turns up to look to the floating Mon-El. "Hey again! Vampires. Stake through heart or beheading. Either of those work." He looks to the fire. "I think someone tried the fire approach before we got here." 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     "Reminds me a lot of the last time I was in Paris, actually." Bucky quips back. He started off with the usual desultory defense with a few punches and kicks reserved for the likes of terrorists or criminals, but finds that these things... are tough. It's like sparring with Steve! And that means he can finally just cut loose and use what SHIELD persists in calling 'excessive force'. Like kicking a vampire in the head so hard it spins end over end and lands flat on its back, so it can be speared by a deck railing that's been hastily ripped out of its stanchions. The vampire he threw the stake at is no longer there, having crumbled to dust, and that crumbling is turning to be a tactical inconvenience. Normally you can use the bodies of previous assailants to hinder the advance of the next few assailants, but in this case that's an impossibility.     But at least that does mean he can pick up that stake where it dropped without the messy business of having to wrench it out of a corpse. Convenient.     And now at least Bucky knows why Nick has so many drumsticks.     Unfortunately, this is where gallantry suddenly overtakes common tactical sense, and Bucky starts to follow Buffy. Leaving a lady to face peril on her own?! Unthinkable! "Yell if you need me back on deck." he calls over his shoulder to Thomas, Nick, and Lar. They got this. Surely?     James Barnes, you gallant idiot. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "I gathered as much." Lar replies to Buffy's comment about the creatures not being alive as they both rush off to find the source of the screaming. "Lar Gand." he answers her question of his identity. "And yourself?" Surely, the rest of them can handle themselves against these vampires. Right? 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith for his part is moving like an Angel of death through the Vampires, keeping his back facing Buffy at all times, knowing that nothing dangerous would be coming from that direction. More then a couple. a team mate. a Partner. "So after we get out of here, who is for Shawarma? I hear there is a nice Shawarma place near here... Oh, Thomas by the way." he says saluting Lars... 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers nods to Lar as he and the others follow. "Buffy, at your service." she smirks as she rushes in, finding more of the same thing. More dead down here, fewer people were kept alive. The place is a wreck too as if someone upturned the ship, looking for..Something. Even so, there are more vampires down here too, so,em of which Buffy effortlessly defeats, moving in perfect synch with Thomas as if they were merely dancing, as if they do this all the time. "Shawarma sounds good, I'm starving. And you should know by now, no date with the Slayer is ever gonna be normal" she winks at him as she continues down the hall. It sounds like the scream for help came from a lower floor below deck. "So what do we know, this is some sorta cargo ship right? Sooo maybe the vampires are after whatever goods are stored in the loading docks?" it's the only logical reason she can think of why they attacked it. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' And so Nick's left by himself up top. "Goddammit B-" Nick bites back the nickname as he sets out stabbing a few of the straggling vamps topside with drumsticks. Well. If they need him they can call for him. But in the meantime, best keep the paths clear. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     "Maybe the vampires were on the ship, in their coffins in the cargo hold?" Bucky opines, occasionally dealing with the odd vampire that might get close enough to be a threat. Few enough of those, and he makes a mental note to have this Buffy and her friend added to some sort of watchlist. He's not sure which one yet, but anyone who deals with vampires on a regular basis enough to be blasé about is someone he's pretty sure SHIELD or WAND want to keep tabs on. "Shipped in by other vampires from overseas, woke up, felt peckish, had themselves a snack?"     The 'vampire in the cargo hold' was a big thing back in his day, one of those urban legends that just wouldn't die.     "Unless you're telling me there's such a thing as organised undead crime." If there is, WAND /definitely/ needs to be told! 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Anyone know what's on the shipping manifest?" Lar asks. "Or have any idea what kinds of things these creatures are likely to be after?" Because he sure doesn't. He kind of lets the others deal with the monsters, as they seem to have things well under control. It's usually better this way, so he doesn't end up unnecessarily putting something or someone through the wall. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith waits for a Vampire to pounce then uses both kukri's to cut off it's head like a piar of scissors, dissolving it into ash. "Usually if Vampires need to travel over seas they do it in luxury shipping containers these days." He says almost conversational to Bucky now. "Some books, maybe a an Ipad, a half dozen homeless to keep them going for the trip. Modern shipping vessels only take a few days to cross the Atlantic." He reaches behind him, grabbing a stake from the back of Buffy's waist band and throwing it at another Vampire that was coming through a window. "Of course you don't normally see them in these numbers either. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Up on deck, Nick may notice the ship is suddenly moving closer to the docks while a loud rumbling sound accompanies the lowering of a large door in the cargo hold down below, although it's probably easier to reach said cargo hold from where the others are. There is activity going on down below as well as as vampires start pulling out cargo crates, and a large black van pulls up to the docks, apparently waiting to relieve them of their cargo. Meanwhile where Buffy and the others are, Buffy pauses and frowns as they clear the current floor. "Do you hear that? Sounds like just one more floor below--!?" She lets out a startled Yelp then as a well-placed spear flies at her from the darkness, impaling her through the chest and pinning her to a wall. Two vampires step out of the darkness, both looking somehow stronger and more powerful than the small fry they've been dealing with so far. They are very muscular wth dark hair, light brown skin and Arabic features, speaking with some elaborate accent. "Sorry but we cannot let you go any further.." one of them is already moving towards Buffy, a blur of speed as he pulls out several throwing knives, aiming but not yet throwing them at Buffy, "Or she dies." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith's eyes go from sparking blue to silver white in less then a heart beat. He spins and screams "BUFFY!" at the top of his lungs, tapping deeply into his own Hunger reserves. His skin glowing white as he too moves with that unnatural speed. As the vampire moves to draw his throwing daggers, thomas is already throwing his Kukri at him. Ther blades spinning like the worlds most deadly Frisbees. One aimed at the vampire's throat, the other it's wrist... 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' A rather sobering thought comes to mind as the boat comes closer and closer to the dock. The primary one being 'Who is steering the boat?' Now either it's someone human who is REALLY dedicated to their job despite the death and chaos going on, One of the undead themselves, or, there is no one steering and they're going to crash. While he may not see what's going on down below in the cargo hold, he does notice the van pulling up seemingly in wait for something. Hmm. That's not suspicious at all. With the lull up above, Nick shakes his head pulling out a handful of drumsticks. He gets a running start, fading from view before he leaps forward to land quietly near the van. He'll have to trust his teammates to get things handled. But right now- He's got a van to keep from going anywhere else. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     The stake is already sailing through the air, preceding Bucky by the merest of margins. In his right hand a pistol has appeared, that is barking what would be a lethal load to anyone with enough vital signs left, a whole magazine emptied in the space of perhaps two heart beats.     All emotion has left his face, interposing himself between the vampires and Buffy before running straight at them. Let them throw their knives...     He's right behind Thomas, with that same lethal intent, left fist coming up in a punch as unstoppable as the wrath of a particularly vengeful god. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:''' "Huh." Lar listens to Thomas' description, thinking. But he doesn't have much time before Buffy is suddenly impaled by a spear and two more who appear to be much stronger show up and start threatening.     He quickly moves between those knives they're preparing and her, aiming to protect her. "Don't make me hurt you." he threatens them in return, his eyes glowing crimson to show that he's serious. But then the rest of the group is already charging. Ah, well. They don't have to exercise as much restraint as he does. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' As Nick descends below he is met with more vampires who are loading crates into the van, rather efficiently as they can easily handle the big heavy creates with one hand. Still, one particularly clumsy vamp nearly slips and drops his cargo before the vamp overseeing the operation rushes over to steady it. "Careful you oaf! The Lords need these weapons and artefacts intact for the spell! I hear the m? scythe may even be among them if we're lucky!" Meanwhile in the cabin, it seems the fast vampire has met his match in Thomas who manages to deflect almost all the knives, although now the vamp has turned on him, exchanging blows with his knife vs the white prince's Kuiri. Here and there he manages to slice into the vampire's flash, slowing him down but not outright killing him..Yet. When Bucky charges in with a gun and fists, though it's the bigger of the two who stands in his way, clearly far stronger than most vamps though even then he staffers back a bit from buskers and the it'd blow, but while he's now bleeding a lot, there are no fatal wounds. He snarks and rips out a massive metal beam, swinging it out at the three heroes. Buffy meanwhile curses as she struggles to get free of the Surat, which drive deep into her and the walk behind her, spurting blood everywhere. She even coughs out a bit if blood, but at least it missed her heart. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith has often refered to himself as a monster. Anyone seeing him now likely would not argue the point. Like one of Satan's own angels he slashes at he knife weilding Vamp. Percision trained strikes moving at speeds to fast for mortal eyes to see. Thomas Raith is has checked out. The Hunger is in charge and it is relishing in its so rare freedom. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Seeing as Bucky and Thomas seem to have the two guys well in hand, Lar turns to Buffy as she is struggling against the spear. She's definitely tougher than a typical Terran, that's for sure. He pulls at the projectile, attempting to get it out without causing too much more injury to her. "You okay?" he asks, even while he scans her to assess the damage and determine if she needs immediate medical assistance. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     So, bullets don't work against vampires. Good to know, although really Bucky had suspected. But it did what it needed to do, focus the attention of the vampire on him for a while, so they don't focus on the poor girl that's been run through. And, obligingly, the larger one decides to make it a contest of strength.     As the beam is swung, Bucky's left hand suddenly moves to intercept it, catch it... there is a squeal of metal on metal, and the Winter Soldier seems to slide sideway for a moment, although his elbow remains locked, the beam making no progress until his boots find purchase.     And then, with a look of pure indifference on his face, Bucky /squeezes/. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Taking advantage of his quiet arrival Nick sofly pads over to the front of the van. Taking care to eavesdrop on the evil plot development being uttered by those loading the van. The unseen head tilts curiously at mentions of the Lords and a scythe. Things are just getting more and more interesting. As the vampires deal with the back of the van, Nick tends to the front, reaching the handful of drumsticks through the hood, he sets out to find the answer the kid should have really asked the wise old owl. How many drumsticks does it take to disable the engine block of a suspicious looking black van? One... Tw-WHOOOooo... Three... Three? Nah screw it. He's releasing the entire handful into that sucker. Make it five. Taking a moment, he glances to see how far along the vampires are before he rolls under the van. Might be harder to the patch the tires if he puts the holes in awkward locations... 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers would normally have no problem wrenching a spear out of the wall. But it seems the angle and the depth that it had been launched in was a bit much, even for her. She gasps a relieved sigh as Lar wrenches the spear effortlessly out of the wall however quite surprised at his incredible strength. "Phew..Thanks.." she sighs, slumping against the wall. The wound was deep and pretty damaging. She's already lost a lot of blood, enough that would put most people into shock, or at least knock em out. She's still standing however, looking more annoyed than anything. "Just gimme a minute..You have to cut off their heads, or stake em to kill em.." she offers helpfully. Well it seems Thomas has the right idea as he aims for the head with those deadly knives of his, hacking and slashing in a blur of speed, even as the vampire matches most of his attacks. But it seems Thomas is the eventual Victor after repeated stabbings to the neck.With a shriek, the vampire eventually gives in, those repeated strikes to the head and neck eventually just ripping it off, sending the creature crashing to the ground in a bloody heap. One down, one to go., and the second vamp is quite shocked to see that Bucky not only barely flinches at the swing but starts to crumple the metal beneath that powerful arm of his. Why you...!" he snarls angrily, charging at him with the metal column, attempting to impale him into the wall the same as he did with Buffy earlier. The vamps outside continue to load their goods onto the van, although one of them pauses, peering around. "Did you hear something..?" 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Hearing the comment, Nick pauses for a moment. Did he-? He shakes his head, reaching back into his bag to pull out even more drumsticks. He closes his eyes for a moment. Three... Two... One... Inner countdown reached, Nick starts rolling stabbing drumsticks into the upper back portions of the tires. Pulling out the sticks, he rolls over to the other side to repeat the step with the other two tires. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     Ah, isn't it beautiful when your opponent totally loses composure and actually gets angry? Angry means mistakes. Such as charging a man who can crumple metal while holding a spear made out, in essence, nothing but metal.     Again Bucky grabs the steel and twists it sideways, shredding his glove in the process, revealing silvery metallic fingers. But while someone is looking at the left hand, they might lose focus of the right, and that one is coming up rapidly to plunge a stake into the vampire's heart in the same effort.     Ashes to ashes, dust to dust... 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith hacks at his own Vampire untill it turns to ash, then turns to the one who is focused on Bucky. He has no qualms what so ever about attacking that one from behind either. After all as he tells anybody, he is a monster. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar regards Buffy uncertainly. She's definitely taken some damage, but it seems she's still standing, and talking too, so he doesn't make a fuss over it. "Thought you said they weren't alive?" he asks. "Anyway, I...try to avoid killing people if possible." he tells her, turning to watch Bucky and Thomas going hard at the creatures. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' It doesn't take long for the second vampire to dissolve to dust between the double stabbings of Thomas and Bucky. It seems this floor is a little too quiet now, but activity continues on in the loading dock below. Buffy sighs and rolls her eyes at Lar. "Okaay, first off, those are vampires, they're undead, reanimated corpses if you will. So by killing them or destroying them or what have you, you are not committing murder, especially as they're technically.." she sighs, "Okay, really not that complicated.." but all this talking hurts, and coughs a bit again, sinking against the floor, trying rathe unsuccessfully to staunch the bleeding. "I think.We should check on Nick..And thought I heard something down below.." but of course she's in no shape to go anywhere, even as she stumbles for her phone, sending Nick a hurried text message about his status, asking how things are topside. Then she just squeezes her eyes shut, trying to numb the pain.. Down below, the vampires continue to load stuff into the van. One goes round to start the engine, only to find its coughing and sputtering and refusing to start. "Hey, what's going on?" the others come out to check on the engine, "What the...Who sabotaged the engine?! Damn, we'll have to call in, maybe we can get em to teleport them, otherwise we'll have to foot it. Not too far from here!" One of them starts working on the engine, trying to fix the damage while another flips open a phone and starts making a call. "Told ya I heard something.." 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Being that Nick is currently phantasmed, he's not aware of the text message going to the phone in his pants. FORTUNATELY he did have the sense to turn off the sound being that he's currently under a van surrounded by vampires. You'd think one would just lie down and call it a day right? After all, vehicle disabled, tires deflated. Good work! But then they just HAD to mention calling it in and a possible teleport by those they're planning to call. Oh HELL no. Rolling towards the source of the first one whining about hearing something. Nick gets up, reaches a hand over over to hit the hangup button. Boop. The other one places the drumstick into the guy's chest and lets go of the stick, letting it become solid again. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith's eyes are completely silver white, and his skin is still shimmering with unleashed energy. Someone who has been feeding almost exclusively on Slayer energy for months? You are what you eat apparently. The problem is, the Hunger has not checked in with Thomas to realize that the rumor's of Buffy's death have been greatly exaggerated and to calm down. He turns towards Buffy now. Every motion...sensual, almost perversely so... But his eyes are locked on Lars... you know the guy holding a bloody spear next to his "mate"? 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     "Miss Buffy, perhaps you should stay here and let these people look after you and call an ambulance." Bucky counsels as he starts to move to the stairs down, having to balance professional duty with human empathy. It's unfortunately the latter he always struggles with. And it might be taken as a bad sign that he's holding onto the steel beam that vampire had just tried to impale him with.     "And then maybe, when this is over, and you are well, you would do me the courtesy of answering a few questions." With that, he's down the stairs to confront whatever is lurking further below deck, already mentally composing a report he doubts anyone is going to believe. And he hopes, really hopes, that people don't end up killing each other while he has his back turned.     There's only room for one monster on this deck. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar frowns, thinking about this for a moment. Reanimated corpses, okay, but they did seem to be sentient. Well in any case, they were already down thanks to Thomas and Bucky, so it was kind of a moot point. There was another issue at hand though.     "You're bleeding--a lot." he remarks. "Hold still a second. This might hurt." The Daxamite then focuses on the hole in her chest where she had been speared, aiming at it with low-intensity thermal vision in an attempt to cauterize the wound and stop the bleeding.     He hasn't noticed Thomas glaring at him, as he's focused on stabilizing Buffy's blood pressure at the moment. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Nick easily slips by the vamps unnoticed, stabbing the first one which catches the attention of the others. "Hey, what was that? Whose there?" yells one. Another shakes his head! still holding a box. "Forget that, I called Iridessa, she said to meet her further inland..Dunno what's going on but we need these artefacts!" Anither growls, "Someone must have alerted the Slayer.." they're already running down the dock, carrying those crates with them. They'll figure out the failing van later. There are more vamps coming out now, and as James and heads downstairs, he is likely to catch them in the middle of transferring as many boxes as they can by hand along the docks.. Meanwhile, in the cabin, Buffy glances only briefly at Thomas' blazing white eyes and the murderous look in his eyes, blinking in concern. "Thomas, you okay..?" but she barely has time to check on him when Lar decides to cauterize that nasty hole in her chest. "Ahhh!" she screams out suddenly in pain, too weak, too tired to fight back. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith screams as well and jumps towards Lars like a protagonist in a Japanese wire work movie, his Kukri flashing in the fire light like blades forged in hell. They swing with a ferousity of a tigers claws striking Lars savagely... an bending at right angles before the blades both snap off. He liked those knives. He really did. He then launches a flurry of blows aimed at Lars body... which might slaughter a human... but uhh... 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' SHIT. More than one of them must have been calling. Well, with the van out of commission, it's still slowed them down at least. Not missing a beat, Nick starts giving chase, lashing out, shoving sticks left and right into the crate carrying vamps. Yes. This is why Nick has so many drumsticks. And for those who are late to the party. Well, follow the trail of drumsticks and ash. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     Oh no, no no no... none of that. A Vampire heist? Really? For the last few minutes, Bucky has been out of his depth with the supernatural, dealing with creatures that until a short while ago was certain didn't actually exist. That takes some time to wrap his head around. But a heist? Well now, we're back inside of his remit.     It's a case now of running down the vampires, swatting them down with the steel beam and staking them in passing, with that deceptive post-human speed. From ship, to dock, and beyond... 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     As soon as Lar is finished with the cauterizing, he was about to check her vitals again to make sure her blood pressure had stabilized enough when Thomas comes flying at him with weapons that...really don't do a thing to him. The weapons on the other hand...     He turns around and stares at Thomas. "Hey, I'm trying to help her, okay? She was bleeding out, had to get her blood pressure stable by putting a stop to the bleeding. She needs a hospital." he explains. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' It seems Nick and James are more than enough of a match to take on the remaining vampires below...Mostly.Nick leaves a trail of drumsticks behind him, and plenty of piles of ash. Those that he misses are easily dispatched by James' equally efficient strikes, leaving only maybe two or three vampires who manage to barely flee with their crates of goodies. But the majority of crates are left behind.. Meanwhile, Buffy pants heavily as she tries to recover from the painful cauterizing method that Lar used. "I..I'll be fine..Just give me..Til tomorrow.." she grins her teeth, focusing in her breathing. Well..She doesn't have Wolverine's insane healing factor, but her healing ability is definitely nothing to scoff at either. The fact that she's still talking, still standing, her blood pressure stabilizing already, some of the lesser wounds already starting to heal is testament to that. Right now she's more concerned about Thomas. "Thomas..? What's wrong? Stop, you have to stop..Please..Calm down!" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith's head snaps around when Buffy speaks, His mind clearly not checking in with him at this stage. He grabs Buffy's head and kisses her hard, pressing his body and grinding agienst her in a way that is highly inappropriate. then he jerks back hard saying "You're hurt..." though his eyes are still silver, he's nowhere near all the way back. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' As it becomes apparent that they won't be getting any more of the vampires, the phantasm slows to a stop, "Dammit." the unseen voice comments near Bucky. "We got to make sure they can't get the stuff they dropped." As he walks back, a figure becomes visible, while in shape it's Nick and the bookbag, there's a bit of unmoving shadow that has wrapped around him. Seen but not distinctive. He starts scooping up the stray bits of drumstick, shoving them into the unopened backpack behind him. "Artifacts for a spell." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar stares as Thomas suddenly grabs Buffy and kisses her very aggressively. Well, he didn't know either of them well enough to be a judge, honestly. But he's satisfied that she seems to be stabilizing for now. He thinks she should probably go to a hospital, but he isn't going to force anything on her if she doesn't want it. Hopefully he hasn't injured her even further with that....display of affection. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     Well... that was exciting. Deep breath. No way he's catching those last few, but hopefully what they got away with won't be too valuable, or too dangerous. But this was a mess, and one he was going to have to something about. Something official.     "Nick..." Bucky begins, face serious all of a sudden as he follows the man, dropping the steel beam. "... your friend, Miss Buffy, was hurt pretty bad. This whole thing has gotten out of hand. I've got no choice, man. I'm going to have to make this official."     So official, in fact, that he's reaching for the most dread apparatus in his entire inventory... his phone. Long the bane of his life, now a tool to be used. "If you don't want to have to answer any questions you don't want to, then be gone in the next five minutes. You, and your friends. I'm sorry."     And so he dials a number, face losing emotion again. "Barnes. I need a containment and clean up crew at my location. And get someone from WAND over here, there's been signs of supernatural activity." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers probably should go to the hospital or at the very least, get some rest. A lot of rest. Frankly she never really liked hospitals much due to childhood trauma.. But right now she's more concerned about Thomas, and she has an inkling of what's going on too as she had seen it before. Only once or twice during extreme measures but..She's not sure if she can.. She suddenly grabs her, kissing her violently and she gasps, eyes widened in surprise and pain as he feeds off her in her already weakened state. Not like she would have stopped him anyway..Hadn't she promised to save him from himself..? "Thomas.." she murmurs, smiling faintly at him, relieved to see at least some humanity returning to him..But in her current condition..She sighs tiredly, going limp in his arms, quickly losing consciousness.. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' The shadowed form turns his head, looking over to Bucky as he declares the scene to more or less be SHIELD's. If Bucky was expecting anger at the display of control over the situation, he will be disappointed. "It is what it is. She is a fast healer." Nick comments. The expression doesn't quite match to the tone of his voice, as he glances back to the ship, frowning. Gone in five minutes? He turns back, dropping all form of illusion as he strides back to the dock, pulling out his own phone to call the number of one of the folks IN the ship to relay the new timetable. Well it looks like he's out a lot of drumsticks. But being some are in an engine block, that was going to be hard to retrieve all of them anyways. Good luck explaining those away, Bucky. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     It's going to have to be a master class in creative writing to get the report done without implicating Nick or his friends. But that's a future Bucky problem, current Bucky problems are more pressing and more prosaic. He needs to at least know what he's dealing with, and there's nothing for it but to lever the top off the crate that nearly got away, the one closest to him.     With timbers protesting, the nails give way before the wood does, and he peers inside.     Oh my...     "Confirm. Get WAND here..." he looks at the Scythe that's stuck in a large rock, much like the tales of Excalibur itself. "... they're going to want to confiscate this." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' As Buffy passes out in his arms, the creature who is not quite Thomas at the moment scoops her up into his arms and runs. He doesn't care about Allies at this moment, nor Vampires or death cults or scythes or... wll anything. He runs out of the boat and leaps the railing to the dock below. His mind in a totally primitive state of "Protect my mate". 
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13615/Tech Rat vs. Dark Mage

2021-07-23T03:12:28Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' It's a busy afternoon on the city subway at this time of day. And Megan would much rather just port around, but she had agreed to accompany some new recruits and some younger mutant kids around town for some sight seeing and a trip to the museum among other places. Thankfully as they pile onto the platform waiting for the next train, they seem to have come in at a break from the steady streams of people as rush hour starts to wind down..Which means not so many gawkers, which should be a good thing..Not that they were expecting any trouble today...Right? 

:'''{{#var:9766|Jax (9766)}} has posed:'''     Always one to volunteer for the good of his team (or, in this case, school), Jax is assisting with the student wrangling. Of course, he can't exactly show his real face, so the rest of the world is bereft of his glorious countenance right now, having to make do with the holographic representation of a blonde haired and blue eyed teenager. Everything about him screams 'trust fund', from his clothing to his easygoing smile, and even the almost nonchalant way in which he steers younger students along.     ".... and really, all they need is your size and we'll add them to the order. Nike, Reebok, Puma, you just let me know which you prefer. Can do all three if you'd like a mix." It's a conversation he's been having with the student next to him for some time now, while still keeping his eyes on the students in front of him. 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' The subway tunnels of NYC are extensive. There's a few areas within them where, if you know where you're going, you can descend into the city beneath, or alternatively rise up from them if you're done your purpose for the day. Clinging to the top of the train just coming into the station, the black-clad figure of Sinister releases juuuuuuuust shy of the actual platform and makes use of the disgorge of people from within, to rise silently to the platform at the furthest end. A crack of his neck left and right and his features metamorphose, lost in the crowd. Just a punk with red and blue-streaked hair and steel grey eyes, tattoos on his face and the kind that would be on the southside of the Bronx, most days. Subtle changes in wardrobe later and he's making his way down the platform. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:'''     Illyana also came along as a chaperone. Has she really been here so long that now she's helping to run these tours? There have been times when this wouldn't have even been a consideration. Partly because she didn't think she had this much of a future. Partly because this school lasting this long was always a gamble. But here they are. And while she's helping shepherding the students around, she's mostly standing back and letting them get up to whatever they're going to do. This is their day. They may as well enjoy themselves. And so she stays to the back of the pack, keeping any stragglers from straggling too much and making sure they're all going in the right general direction. 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' Well, though he doesn't have the fancy holographic imaging tech that Jax does, at least Kit is good at hiding what he is, even if it does make it look like poor Jax is talking to a sentient mound of dark and baggy clothing. "I.. I don't like wearing logos.. Is there a company that would be willing to not brand the heck out of them?" He's keeping relatively close to Jax, very much attempting to stay away from random passer-bys in the process, very much giving off the typical 'highschool loner on a field trip' vibe. Student wrangling is a thing and while he might be looking out for anyone smaller than him, the aardwolf hidden somewhere under that over-sized hoodie, intentionally baggy jeans and various other articles of loose-fit clothing is likely still very much here as a student. He is, after all, learning about various parts of US History and laws right now, so a museum or legal library would probably be right up his ally. 

:'''{{#var:10044|Theo (10044)}} has posed:'''     The search was harder than he thought it'd be. While Theo's powers had granted him enough financial resources to continue appearing as if he wasn't homeless, and even meant he could find some motels, all though they were seedier ones that didn't mind that he didn't have ID, he still hadn't succeeded much in actually finding what he came to New York to find.     Theo joins the group on the platform, and his eyes shift to Jax, staring a little. The image projector is working, right? Yes it is. He glances at the others in the group, having that look of a kid who is trying to get the courage to ask a girl out. But for the moment, he doesn't say anything. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn had the sensibility of wearing an image inducer to mask her wings this time. She's a bit impatient fir the train to come, almost as impatient as the kids, but when the train finally comes, she giggles, "Here it is! Now remember to line up single file!' she's glad she's not doing this alone. At least Jax and even Illy is here though quiet as usual. Oh well! here we go.." she gives Kit a nod and smile, there are a few older students of course. "Hey Kit, how's it going? We should get an image inducer for you soon too!" The platform is not completely empty aside from the students of course. As the next train pulls up, a skinny teen with big glasses and messy blonde hair stands up and heads towards the train, looking to be in a bad mood, a soft frown on his face as he opens the door, hurrying to slip in before the crowd of kids. There's another guy, wearing a black hoodie with gold trim and some bizarre rock band logo in gold on the back. He says nothing, quietly waiting fir the kids to get on first.. 

:'''{{#var:9766|Jax (9766)}} has posed:'''     "C'mon, you heard her. In and sit down, ya little monkeys." Yeah, you can tell Jax is enjoying himself, even going so far as to pat Kit on the shoulder as he steers the other teenager who happens to be much taller than him into the train. "Why would you want to take the logo of? What's the point of having custom shoes if you can't show 'em off?"     Team play, check. Good eyes and ears, check. Common sense... eh, passing mark. A notion of laying low and being incognito, not a hope. Jax can't conceive of any reason why anyone would want to be non descript.     His attention is so much on the students that he's missing the glances that Theo is giving him, and ignoring practically everything that could be a warning sign. 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' Sinister gives the dead-eye stare to a couple of rough-looking types at the far end of the platform, a silent 'back the hell off me' regard that earns him a small bubble of personal space in NYC rush hour. He slips onto the back of the train when the doors open and starts walking down the middle of the carriages from back to front -- at some point, he's bound to end up somewhere roughly equivalent to where the Xavier crowd board. He ferries a cigarette to his mouth and lets it just dangle, earning glares from other subway users which he utterly ignores, finding a partition by seats and door to lean against, arms folded. He might not seem like he's paying much attention, but looks can be very deceiving indeed, can they not, image-induced student crowd? Half an ear, corner of eyes and a lot of mind listening patiently. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:'''     Illyana isn't in any hurry to get on the train. And she's not nearly as agressive as any of the others in corraling the students (or trying to intimidate other people on the platform). They're not going to miss the train and she's not worried that something extraordinary is going to happen (even if it happens to them a lot more than most). She's the last one from on, quietly head-nod guiding a pair of stragglers through the door before she follows them in. Of course, she doesn't look for a place to sit. There are enough people on the train that she's not expecting anywhere to sit to be available. Instead, she moves to the wall, off to the side, satisfied with how the trip is going and just waits for the train to start. 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' Kit looks to Megan and tilts his head a little, "Aside from the fact that I'm remarkably uncomfortable? I'd say it's going great." Then she mentions an image inducer and he just pauses for a moment, then chuckles quietly. "I'm ok looking like an emo loner for the moment, but yeah. Maybe." While the other students are getting onto the train, Kit will opt to be one of the last people on, even if he technically is a student. While he waits, he'll give Jax a glance and - while it might only register to someone with VERY good hearing - there's a little half-whine before he explains, "I.. don't show off.. Ever.. I choose what I wear.. based on how little it stands out." Theo gets a bit of a glance from under the hood, but then there's just a quiet sniffle before his attention goes back to Jax and the other students. 

:'''{{#var:10044|Theo (10044)}} has posed:'''     Theo makes a face as the skinny guy makes sure to cut ahead of everyone, and he follows the crowd onto the train, perhaps looking like he's one of the class. He'd be the right age. He suddenly recognizes the same signature from Megan that there was from Jax, and shifts a critical glance toward her. He narrows his eyes, trying to focus on the devices to determine what they do, but given that he's never encountered something like this before, he's left with only strange guesses. He opens his mouth, trying to figure out what to say. How do you just ask something like that? He closes it again, standing near the group. He catches the glance from Kit, and looks away, clearly feeling a little awkward. 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' Sinister leans further into the jam of door and partition, pulling a cellphone from his pocket. It doesn't look like much, except that it seems to be receiving data, in the NYC subway. Mind, some of this area goes above street level, but signal's still spotty at best. Checking data, the 'punk' flicks an eye to Ilyana, to Megan, the gaggle of kids with distaste, then gets a scowl on his face as if smelling something foul. He looks down at the subway floor and lifts one shoe up, staring at the sole. The cussing is all silent, but it looks like it should turn the air blue. 

:'''{{#var:10044|Theo (10044)}} has posed:'''     Theo snaps his head to the side, watching Sinister as his phone receives the data even though he's underground. That's...not normal. There's all sorts of things not normal about here. He closes his eyes a moment, seeing if he can discern in the noise of electronics what it is that is being sent. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:'''     Illyana can feel the look from Sinister and even looks up when he looks her way, but unless things get to some level of out-of-hand (more than normal), she'll just enjoy the ride. Otherwise, she's keeping her eye on the students while looking like she's not doing anything at all. Giving them leeway while still keeping things under control. She's not exactly the most responsible of the adults that could've come on this trip and she doesn't usually do the chaperone thing. But she volunteered for this one. Because it hit on a lot of things that she remembers from when she was a student at the school and while she'd never say it to anyone out loud, she's convinced she can do this task better than most. And so she's just sitting back and letting the trip unfold as it does. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Once everyone is on the train it starts to go again, the two kids disappearing through the crowd of kids, staying away from the noisy group. They had their phones on and wee madly typing away at something.. Megan sighs, glancing around, getting at least some of them some seats as she grabs the railing. "Okay, looks like our stop is some 25 minutes away so sit tight everyone!" as she speaks there is a sudden flicker of lights and the train jerks stop a phew times before starting again, knocking a few kids off balance.. 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' Kit would have remained standing, or rather, crouching when he's on the train, allowing others to take what seats are available. Seeing one of the smaller kids about to fall thanks to the jerky train, Kit suddenly drops down, giving them a shoulder to stabilize themselves on and will even reach out to them if it's absolutely necessary. He doesn't want anyone to fall but damn it! He doesn't want anyone to see his paws in a public setting either. Last thing he needs is to be the cause of sudden panic in a sardine can. The jerk of the train hasn't gone unnoticed, nor has the malfunction with the electricity and if it weren't for his baggy clothing, his raised fur would be an interesting indication of how much more uneasy he's gotten. Thankfully, clothing can help mask his natural warning signs pretty well. 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' Sinister grimaces and puts his foot down in a clean patch, mere moments before the train jolts and people start to be jostled. He braces a leg, the entire of him looking like the kind of individual that doesn't bode well for being bumped into, yet as a young woman with armfulls of shopping bags staggers, collided with by a businessman that was having to hang from one of the roof loops, he reaches an arm out and forms a solid barrier. She mutters apologies, which he ignores, his gaze looking up at the roof slowly and along the ceiling, then down as if looking through the floor of the train. A moment later, he turns toward the door, looking at the sliding partition and up. Juuuuust in case. 

:'''{{#var:9766|Jax (9766)}} has posed:'''     The subway being jerky and jolting? Breaking news, water is wet and the sky is blue. The sound of the train is keeping Jax from saying much to Kit, or to anyone at that, but he's standing roughly in the middle of the carriage by the doors, hands in his pockets. And standing perfectly still as the train jolts about without grabbing a stanchion for support. He's just along for the ride, and all he has to do is check to make sure none of the students get off at the wrong stop... low effort, low risk... just his kind of job. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn isn't used to being the eldest here, or having to take charge but seems she has no choice. Oh well, it's just a field trip, what could possibly go wrong? she lets the younger kids take the seats grabbing a rail and hanging on as the train jerks to life. "How's everyone doing? At least the AC's working?" Its not super crowded, but as they stop at the next stop, a few more people get on, so that there are only very few free seats remaining... ...And that's when the trouble starts. The train starts picking up speed, faster, faster, so fast that it actually passes right by the next stop, and continues to increase in speed..People are starting to grip onto their seats a bit worried now, and a few kids whimper anxiously, "Is it supposed to go that fast...?" a few wonder aloud. 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' "No, it's not..." Kit mutters to himself, helping whoever is leaned on him or using him as a support to something more stable before he stands up, still keeping himself at his typical 'short' stance as he starts up towards the front of the train. He gives a small, "Shout if you need me back here.." to Jax, it's quiet, but it should be loud enough for him to be heard. Even with his tail tucked away and the majority of his body covered, he's not graceful by any means when it comes to getting past people, though he offers a few simple, "Woops, sorry." or "Pardon me." to anyone he might inadvertently bump into. Meanwhile, he's kicking his senses into overdrive, his breathing altered slightly to allow him to continuously take small breaths in, checking for scents that would seem off. His ears are perked up as much as they can be under that hood, though even with them covered, he can still likely hear better than your average person. 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' Sinister places his hand against the sliding doors, again looking upward, then toward the front of the train, where the engine compartment can be found. He grimaces, looking the other way along the train at the extra bodies and mutters softly under his breath, beginning to stalk toward the front. He isn't so much about the 'excuse me' 'whoops' or 'sorry! and more about the not so subtle shoves aside; nominally with an elbow or a hand, but with a bit of extra assistance to get the unwashed masses away from his bee-line. When close to the next compartment, he deftly undoes the door and slips between the carriages. Next! And more of the same. He does not close the doors between, as if he almost expects to be followed -- the Punk that is Sinister has a thousand yard stare. 

:'''{{#var:9766|Jax (9766)}} has posed:'''     It's not until the train zips past the station that Jax starts to cotton on that something isn't entirely right. "Sure. Keep an eye out." he mentions to Kit in passing and starts to sidle his way to Megan. The image inducer only hides his tail from sight, so quite a few people will feel something brushing past them that isn't actually there.     As he leans in towards Megan, he half-whispers in her ear. "I think something's wrong. Want me to pull the passenger alarm?" 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn frowns as she peers around, but tries to stay relaxed around the kids, not wanting to spook them, "It's okay, Kits gonna just go check on the driver. Just sit tight and don't panic.." she not gonna leave the kids of course so she stays out, checking her x-communicator just in case. To Jax, she lowers her voice and nods slowly. "Might be a good idea, try and communicate with an external person if possible too. I'm gonna stay out here for now." Of course Jax and Kit are both students so she has her phone on hand too, so she can communicate with them as necessary. As Sinister and Kit head for the front, most people part without fuss, letting them through. Black hoodie and geeky guy set up at them, both on separate trains, and Sinister and Kit pass them both by.. Once they reach the front, and the driver's cabin they will find it locked. The driver is awake and frantically trying to get the train under control.. 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' When Kit arrives at the operators area, he leans a bit, pulling a paw out of his pocket just long enough to knock on the door before sliding it back into his pocket. It's a momentary flash of fur, but it's enough that someone might have seen it, though the hope is, that isn't the case. He'll wait for now, trying to get the operators attention, but he's still taking in every scent, analyzing everything around him, even trying to tune out the typical sounds he remembers from riding these trains a few times before, trying to isolate any strange noises. 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' Sinister's grey eyes shift to Kit at the knock, look down and up, then through the glass with his lips pressed thin and beligerant. There was a knock though, which he has to stare at once again, before just placing a hand on the mechanism and giving a little *shove* on the inside, turning a tumbler or three, yanking the door open and quite possibly startling the hell out of the driver. He just jerks his thumb back through the train with a questioning raise of eyebrow and a jut of his head, before shouldering in to take a look at the controls. This might also end up with protest, but he doesn't seem to care. Putting a hand on the console, he doesn't seem to do much else of anything for the time being though, other than letting his eyes travel over the readings, the buttons and sliders and suchlike. The driver might be an entirely different case. 

:'''{{#var:9766|Jax (9766)}} has posed:'''     "Alright." And with the usual casual smile, Jax sidles his way along the carriage until he gets to an emergency alarm and pulls it. He's not quite sure what's supposed to happen, but he's fairly certain isn't not supposed to be nothing, even if the 'driver aware' light seems to be flashing. Right. That's him all out of ideas.     Typical of his generation, the next thing he does is take out his phone and lean as far as he can to the window, to see if he can get a signal to dial 911.     Okay, the scenery is going by pretty fast now. "Might be there in less than 25 minutes." That's it, think positive... 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' The train driver is already frantically pressing buttons, but glances distractedly towards the door as two people grab his attention. The first knocks and while passengers are usually prohibited from stepping into the cabin, this is an emergency situation. Perhaps they can help? He is about to open the door, when Sinister wrenches it open and he jumps back in surprise. "Woah! What did you do?" But right now he has other things on his mind..Like trying to stop the train..There are numerous dials, the speedometer is spinning out of control, climbing ever higher in speed. There is a semi auto pilot option that seems to be locked into place, and no matter what he does, he cannot change it. There are pedals and breaks but no matter what he does, it seems something has overridden the highly advanced train, making it impossible to simply stop it. "Do any of you have any electronic knowledge? It seems the manual override has malfunctioned!" as Jax hits the emergency button he mostly ignores it, He's too preoccupied at the moment to deal with scared riders. He does pick up the intercom though, clearing his throat as he gets ready to make an announcement..But there is ab unexpected screech on the radio, and then an unfamiliar voice takes over the intercom.. "This is Dark Mage speaking. Everyone be good little boys and girls and your deaths might not be so painful. Better yet, hand over your money and we might get out of this Alive. Oh that's right, if you try to arrest or apprehend me, I do have a secret assistant who will instantly crash this train if you try to stop me. You know, he's a pretty unstable, suicidal kid and only I can calm him down if I choose. Plus, only a fool would try and stop him without knowing which if you passengers is the defect. Annnd without further a due, here I come!" he gives an insane cackle and times out. Somewhere near Jax, black hoodie teen steps up from one of the seats and holds out a big sack, waiting for people to fill it with money. 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' "Well, that works too." Kit mutters as he watches Sinister operate, studying the man for a moment before he asks a simple, "Any chance you know how to stop this thing?" Then the intercom cracks on and... Black Mage? Really? Kit pauses for a moment, tilting his head as he looks back down the train isle behind him, "This isn't magic at least..." he mutters to himself, giving a little frown, "Can't rule out another mutant though." He's focusing all of his senses on studying the people around him, identity be damned at this point. He's not about to fully reveal what he is, but he's let his head tip a little further up than he should, his ears perking a little further than they should as well as he tries to take in as much information as he can. 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' "Know? Of course I know. I doubt anyone will like it..." Sinister mutters, looking up at the intercom as it's hijacked and turning back to the console. "At least I'm going to give these two lummoxes a bit of credit for originality, this /is/ a less than conventional way to do a train robbery," that said, he glances at the driver, which bodily moves the man aside and gestures at a panel. A flick of the wrist has it flying off and sliding several feet down the aisle of the train. He's then crouching down and staring at wires and circuits. He begins to work rather swiftly, yanking wires, reinserting them elsewhere, taking a capacitor and flipping it to a different parallel, rerouting wires on a CPU. Quick he is, but not supernaturally so, he nevertheless seems to know precisely what he's doing. The train's electronic components -are- going to go haywire in a bit and it could end up for a bit, going pellmell. 

:'''{{#var:9766|Jax (9766)}} has posed:'''     "Aw man..." Just his luck that the first person trying to revive train robberies happens to be sitting almost right next to Jax. And that he's holding his expensive phone at the same time, in clear view, so he can't really pretend he doesn't have any money. Not that anyone would believe that for an instant, just looking at the way the kid is dressed, but still... would have been nice to at least have the option of lying about it.     "This sucks, man. Why'd you have to be on my train?" he grouses and drops the phone in the sack with bad grace, then pats his pockets and adds a few more crumpled bills to the sack which might as well be labeled 'loot'.     A deep sigh as he waits for the teen to turn...     And then Jax moves like lightning, going from a standing start into a full on football tackle to bring the teen down.     He might not know much about being a hero, but he does know how to tackle. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' As Dark Mage makes his way down the aisles, collecting money, most people fearfully obey, dropping money, wallets, watches, all sorts of valuables into the bag. They don't want to be killed in a train crash Afterall! But of course as Jax tackles him to the ground, he yells in surprise, dropping the bag as he struggles to shake Jax off.. At the same time, Sinister disconnects the autopilot which means he can now manually override the controls.. There is a brief moment when one individual, the nervous geek guy sits up straight and perhaps Kit can spot him acting differently from the others, typing furiously in his phone, but suddenly hesitant fir a moment or two, shutting upright and blinking as if some connection has been severed. "Techrat..These people want to hurt you..Do t le5 them win..You must punish them all!" yells Dark Mage and Techrat blinks and nods, typing furiously into his phone..Odd, even with autopilot severed, he is glowing now, using so,s strange power to...Step in the accelerator pedal of the train, urging it on faster.. Megan stats in the back with the kids all the time, trying to keep them calm.. 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' Kit almost immediately notices this, Techrat, and his eyes lock on the poor individual. "Do what you have to, just try not to get anyone killed." Kit says to Sinister as his hands come out of his pockets. a purple energy suddenly starting to crackle around Kit's paws as he swipes one hand to the side, sending out a blade of energy to try and cut the mans phone in half! "Tech Rat, huh?" he says, walking towards the man, his clawed paws revealed. "Your little 'mage' buddy is using you." If the blade somehow doesn't hit the phone, this is where there would be a sudden hundred pounds of force exerted on the device in an attempt to wrench it away from the individual, no visible energy touching it, no hand there to grab it, just an unseen force trying to snatch it away without warning. 

:'''{{#var:10044|Theo (10044)}} has posed:'''     Theo became quiet as things all started to become hectic. He knew exactly how fast the train should go, and the moment it exceeded the safety standards, he was aware. His entire life he has been obsessed with all forms of trains. He also knows that this is a R188 Subway train, and that there is an override that is built in which can be accessed remotely by the station control. A remote dead man's switch.     But he doesn't say anything. The station should have overridden the controls, but apparently there is a mutant...not unlike him. He watches and waits. When is the right moment? When he sees Kit move forward, unaware of Sinister's plans, he acts.     The train is an easy thing for him to manipulate, it's something he knows very well. The deadman switch is thrown, and the train begins to decellerate. It doesn't come to a screeching of the breaks, it just loses power. With the deadman switch thrown, the only way for the train to be activated again is through a manual override in the control room and a command issued from the station control, somewhere far from here. Tech Rat may be a more seasoned mutant, but Theo? He knows trains. He knows their systems very well, and he knows what makes them work and what makes them not. 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' Sinister's eyes roll the once at the request made of him. "Wouldn't want -that- would we?" muttered, he pulls several more panels off with negligent flicks of his wrist, to expose the actual mechanical parts of the train. There's a glance to the secondary seat in the driver's cabin and he thumps it hard with one fist, in a 'bonk' motion, tearing the metal from its rivets and allowing him to rip that free too, so he can lie down and lean into the hole into the workings. It's there, half dangled through the driver's cabin, staring at the moving parts of a train, that he starts applying selective pressures on moving parts, including the motor pistons. The machine might be powerful, but the parts are the composite of the whole and can stand less strain than an entire train, after all. With the dead man switch thrown, that job is considerably easier. 

:'''{{#var:9766|Jax (9766)}} has posed:'''     Right. So, first step, worked like a charm. Now he's got someone calling themselves 'Dark Mage' pinned under him, and... yeah, Jax didn't think of what to do next. But one thing is for certain, shaking him off is not going to be an easy task. This kid with the easy smile is surprisingly strong, ridiculously so for his body type.     Ever tried to shake an angry cat off you once the claws have sunk in? Yeah. It's like that.     "Call him off! Call him off or I swear I'll make you regret it!" Jax yells at the teenager in the hoodie and starts to slam 'Dark Mage' down on the floor of the carriage again and again, the smile slowly fading. "Why did you have to be on my train?!" 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' A few things start to happen. Technorat is startled as Kit slashes his phone in half, which causes the train to jerk violently in response to his interrupted powers. But it also means that he's at least temporarily lost control. And maybe there's a disruption there too as he blinks in surprise and confusion. "Huh? What's going on..?" Meanwhile Sinister and Theo work together to slow the trains down to safer levels, which is a good thing because they were about to go into 'uncontrollable territory.'. Dark Mage snarls, about to order his minion onwards, but his own life is in danger, and while Jax may be bluffing, he can't risk it. "Fine..Fine! But get off me first!" he growls. 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' Kit can hear everything that Dark Mage is saying and when he demands to be let up? The aardwolf just chuckles. Jax has the idiot, so the creatures attention will remain entirely on the rat. The blink and sudden 'whats going on?' gets Kit to quirk a brow, walking up until he's just a foot or two from Techrat before he says, "Who are you?" staring down at them. By now he's close enough that the man could see under his hood if he's shorter than Kit is and the aardwolf has given up on trying to lower himself. He's nearly standing at his full height, looming over them, his normally mismatched eyed glowing in the shadows of his hood. The sudden confusion from Techrat has him using a gentler touch than he normally might, but that doesn't mean that he's not still ready to strike at a moments notice if he needs to. His claws are still glowing and that purple, almost electric energy is still jumping across the fur of his paws, jumping between each strand of fur, waiting to be unleashed. 

:'''{{#var:10044|Theo (10044)}} has posed:'''     Theo takes the opening of the fight to make a move from his stationary position, over to Sinister's side. "Be careful!" he shouts, grabbing the nearest railing. He has no idea who Mr. Sinister is, nor how incredibly intelligent he is, but he doesn't want to watch anyone be electrocuted if they manage to make contact with the train's current flowing from the third rail. Not to mention he is a know-it-all. "625 volts doesn't sound like a lot until it's backed up by 1600 amps. If you offset the sensors it'll trick the trains emergency systems to throw the brakes because it will think the train is derailing!" There should be ways that he could send the signal himself with his powers, but his knowledge of trains is much more mechanical than it is software, and in the moment, he knows it would take him much longer than it would likely take Sinister who is near them right now. Even in the midst, though, he looks back at the scene with the other mutants, his mental wheels turning regarding their possible identity. 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' Sinister leans up slightly out of the hole he made, one grey eye catching enough light to review Theo where he's giving urgent suggestions. "Uh-huh," he replies... which actually could be taken a multitude of ways, depending on the mind behind the ears that hear it. He leans back down. "I've got this kid. Do me a favour and handle the jackass that's jacked in. He might need a solid reboot." Beneath, strain on the break sensors is lightly applied, working in conjuction with the pressure on the pistons, to get the train to /actively/ slow, rather than just decelerate through lack of power. He accelerates that even further with a glance to the tracks themselves, eyes glowing ruby red, all unseen for everyone but /perhaps/ Theo, as he applies a solid shield between train, track and the immediate future, to cushion the whole thing. 

:'''{{#var:9766|Jax (9766)}} has posed:'''     "You want up? Fine, up you go."     Very well, so Jax would be the first to admit that he too often sees the good in people, and usually leaves himself wide open to be stabbed in the back. But this joker? Anyone who's willing to send a train full of people to their deaths as part of a robbery is not someone he's going to give the benefit of the doubt. The kid braces his legs seemingly quite awkwardly and then /hoists/ 'Dark Mage' up as he rises, slamming the teen back into the bulkhead with as much force as he can muster and keeping him there.     And probably only 'Dark Mage' can hear the low growling that seems to come from the faintly smiling kid that's pinning him to the side of the train. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Techrat seems...Odly confused as to what is going on. "...Huh? What happened? Oh nooo...I messed up again, didn't I? I'm such an idiot.." he groans, covering his head in shame and sadness, "Last I remember, we were in this chat room..Dark Mage said I'd feel better if I realized my potential by helping him...With this train robbery. Ugggh what have I dooone?" he sighs, wringing his hands. Dark mage glowers at Jax, even as he hoists him up off his feet. "Foool, you'd risk the lives of all these people? Fine, End this, Techrat!" his eyes glow eerily white and Techrat's demeanour suddenly changes as if no longer in control of himself.lEven without his phone he climbs to his feet,, fingers wriggling in the air as various electronic components of the train jerk and crackle with electricity , bending to his will in a last ditch effort to override everything and push the train last it's limits..It's starting to pick up in speed again and the kids scream in fear, in spite of Megan's best efforts to calm them. 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' For a moment, Kit's muscles loosen up as Techrat begins to lose it, but then he stands up and starts using his powers to try and throw the train again and kit tenses up. While he might not look it, his body has been pushed to it's limits for most of his life and while his strength is nowhere near super-human, it's also nothing to be scoffed at. Kit grabs Techrat in what looks half like a hug and half like a hold, his arms interlocking behind the man as he whispers, "It's not your fault." to the man. Then, his eyes surge with light and his ears perk up just enough to push his hood back and off his head, allowing him to glance over at Dark Mage, who has well and fully earned his ire. A hundred pounds of force, it doesn't sound like much, but when it's suddenly trying to slam your head into any and every blunt surface near you, it can be devastating, especially if extra force is applied by a more athletic sort. Jax might even feel the sudden tug when the Aardwolf literally grabs the captive man by the face and tries to suddenly and violently remove him from his consciousness with a bit of percussive maintenance. Yes, the monster is revealed, yes, people might start to panic, but at this point Kit doesn't care... He'll likely have a panic attack of his own about it later, but that's for later. 

:'''{{#var:10044|Theo (10044)}} has posed:'''     Theo can sense all of the electical systems becoming overloaded. "What the hell?" he growls, and looks at Techrat. "Man, you have no clue what you're doing." Theo can't control so many things at once. But he knows the limitations of power rating on a computer. He rushes to the non-descript metal cowling. It'd take too long to take it off. He plants his hand against it, looking back at Techrat. "You wanna play this game? I'll play it with you, stupid jerk."     He focuses on the system on the other side of the cowling, and does what he'd normally do to power things. Only...this thing is already powered. 120 volts of /extra/ power shoot through the system, causing a flash of sparkes from the sides, and a popping sound can be heard behind the metal. The lights, the electric, the controls, the cameras, everything except the air pressured brakes are set out of power as the computer's ability to function completely stops.     It goes dark for a moment, and a half second after that the independent emergency lighting comes on, basking spots of light throughout the subway car. Theo looks back toward Tech Rat. He doesn't say anything, but a smug grin crosses his face. Then it drops as he sees the violent display. It's a bit unnerving, really. Are these really 'his people?' 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' And so in the dark, Sinister rises from the hole he made in the train floor. And about everyone in the entire front cabin of the train can feel the anger that's washing off of the man. That feeling of something imminently about to go to a very bad place; that too might induce panic. He stands tall, the metamorphosis he'd laid upon himself melting away -- the glowing red eyes, the red diamond, that alabaster pale skin and techno-organic armour, along with that semi-living cloak of his all manifest as he stalks from the cabin of the train toward the 'action'. Oddly enough, he aims a pat to Theo's shouler in passing. "Good kid," as he passes. People are pushed psychically out of the way as he stalks forward, eyes glowing brilliantly red as he stares at the Dark mage and the techno-rat both, then lastly, for an instant, at Kit. A flare, like a halo of reddish glow, is aimed at the Dark mage, aiming to inflict immense psychic pain, enough most likely to make the man black out, if the pummelling wasn't enough -- then he looks at the Techrat. "Forget," just one word. And then he stares at the X-men, one by one. Well, X-men and students. And then to every human being in this train: "All of you... this was a hijacking. Transportation police saved the day. A group of kids helped keep everything calm. You saw no mutants. They were never here." 

:'''{{#var:9766|Jax (9766)}} has posed:'''     Wait, what?! This guy isn't going to ... that's not how this is supposed to go! The hero got the bad guy, the bad guy is supposed to give up. That's how heroism works, right? Right?!     To Jax's horror, Dark Mage's eyes start to glow, and the train picks up speed again as he regains control over his minion. For half a second, he doesn't know what to do. Does he let go? Will that make the teenager stop trying to kill everyone?     And then he hears it. The sound of kids screaming in fear. The kids he'd promised to look after. The kids he was protecting. They're screaming. They're terrified.     Click.     Hero switch engage.     With a growl that's audible now to practically everyone in the train, Jax unsheathes his claws to get a better grip on Dark Mage, just as he feels the man starting to be manipulated by an outside force. Lifting and jumping at the same time, Jax rams the teen's head against the ceiling of the train, leaving a dent in the ceiling panels. Then he whirls him around like a ragdoll and rams him face first into the door, then the bulkhead, and then the ceiling again. As the lights go out, there is a continued series of thuds, which continue until the emergency lights come back on.     Then, only then, as the situation starts to come back under control, and like a man coming up from a very deep dive, Jax stops re-shaping bulkheads with Dark Mage's head, to check if he's conscious or not. Oh crap. Oh crap oh crap oh crap...     What the hell just happened?     Who is that dude with the glowing eyes?! 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Mass panic erupts as the lights flicker off briefly and at the same time, both Tech rat and Dark mage are put out of commission, which is probably a good thing as it means no more distractions, allowing Theo to slowdown the train once more to safe levels, even as the flickering lights cause some mass panic to erupt. People start screaming, some are calling loved ones, others banging in the doors, begging to be let out.. And then the back up lights-flick on and people start to calm down again..Thankfully the next station is in sight as the train slows down, now under control of Theo..There are police lights flashing, waiting to deal with the hijackers. And as Siinister works his magic, people start to calm down, rationalizing this as a simple train jacking..,Well it's better than the alternative at least? The kids blinks in confusion and Megan smiles, "See? Told ya it'd work out.." 

:'''{{#var:10044|Theo (10044)}} has posed:'''     Theo looks up at Sinister and the decidedly unnatural red eyes of his. He isn't afraid as he's patted on the back, but there's a critical look back, as if Essex is something to be studied more than someone to be interacted with, the nature of a critical mind at work. There's something definitely significant about that individual.     He glances back at the other mutants, and swallows. This is what he's been looking for. Right here. When he gets of this train, he needs to decide who to follow. 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' Sinister gives Jax a long, lingering look. "Irreversable brain damage is a very bad thing to have on your conscious, young man. Either finish the job, or learn to do it quicker." He indicates the very dented walls and ceiling of the train an flexes his fist, pulling it downwards, popping all the panels back into shape. He then glances at the two culprits, twirls a hand and harvests about a pint of blood from both, letting it float in the air as it follows him. Oddly, a bow of the head is given to Megan. "Miss Gwynn. Children." To the younger classmen, then he steps off the train, metamorphosing as he does to just another face in the crowd, the floating blood blobs whisking under the tails of his long duster. 

:'''{{#var:9766|Jax (9766)}} has posed:'''     As calm descends, Jax finds it a lot easier to think again. This teenager, this kid who looks so very much human, kneels by the 'Dark Mage' and holds the hoodied teenager's hands behind his unconscious back. So far, so normal, just like any human would do who had just been told this was a hijacking, and there are no mutants here...     But then he looks over to Sinister, and mouths 'thank you' at the man whose appearance seemed so much like a deus ex machina. Not a human then, if his mind wasn't affected.     And he'll continue to hold Dark Mage down until the police can get to them to cart the 'hijacker' off and then quickly make himself scarce by slipping back into the group of students, a chaperone as if nothing whatsoever had just happened. 
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13645/Lost in Spaces

2021-07-20T04:57:46Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers has been spending more and more time up on the Legion Cruiser and out in space where she felt that she could cause less damage to innocents than on earth. Even though she trusted the Titans, even then, at least she could be ejected into space if worse came to worse. She shivers at that thought, staring out at the vast loniness of space in a quieter lounge area of the ship. At least out here she felt calmer, not so tense, not so lost. Funny, ironic even. The further away from the sun she was, the weaker she felt. But maybe that was a good thing.. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar has been doing his best to keep Kara company up here. She seemed so lonely, but if she felt more comfortable away from Earth, then it was her choice. It's been a while since he has been around her this much, though. And it's hard, at times. All he wants is to just hold her, but at the same time, he holds himself back, feeling guilty.     It's complicated. Maybe he should just -talk- to her about it. Ugh, why were relationships so messy? One of those annoying things you couldn't just punch or thermal vision your way out of.     He finds her sitting alone in the central crew lounge, staring out the window at the vast expanse of stars. With a sigh, he moves into the seat next her. "Hey, Kara. How've you been holding up?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers draws a deep breath, glancing over at Lar with a smile. She'd been mostly keeping to herself, which is unusual for Kara. She's usually fairly sociable with other people, always eager to make new friends. Now..She just seems tired, maybe even a little scared. "I'm still me, I guess..that's a good sign right? Haven't hurt anyone yet, just..." she sighs, continuing to stare out the window. "Not sure what to expect from this day to the next. One day I'm fine, the next day, my whole body freeze up. I should stop hiding, I should just go and talk to Lex. And then Superman. Maybe at the same time, I dunno. Guess I just haven't felt so great over the last few days.." Kara does glance over at him though, smiling softly. "Thank you, for all that you've done for me. I've never felt more alone..But at least I feel safe here, with you." Yes, things are a bit awkard. Maybe that's why she's been trying not to get too close to him, for the most part. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar nods. "Just let me know when you're ready. I'm more than happy to go with you. I know how hard it is...being afraid of yourself. It's the worst kind of fear." He reaches over and squeezes her shoulder reassuringly. "But we'll get through this, I just know it." Then there is a pause, as he seems like he wants to say something else, but doesn't say it yet. Yeah, it's another one of those awkward moments. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers stiffens at first at the contact, but slowly relaxes, even leaning in against him a little as she turns to face him. "I know..I suppose you know me best, huh." she smiles weakly at him, arching a brow. She can tell there's something more, but...Kara clears her throat. "You know it's funny, I thought it'd be Boomer here with me, comforting me, giving me a pep speech. But instead he...I dunno what happened. I dunno what I said or did.." she seems..Crushed. Especially at a time like this. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "I don't know. I just...I guess I've had similar experiences, which I suppose shouldn't come as a surprise." Lar replies with a shrug. There is that quiet moment of awkwardness, with nothing but the slight thrum of the cruiser's engines and other systems in the background, before Kara finally clear her throat and mentions Owen. "Don't be angry at him. You can't blame him for being afraid of you, or afraid of potentially having to hurt you. Especially after he almost drowned. And also being afraid of telling you the truth about how he feels. I mean, sometimes -I'm- afraid to tell the truth about how I feel. And I'd be afraid of having to hurt you, too." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods and hmms. "You might be right. Maybe he's just scared of me. I don't blame him. I nearly killed him back at the pool..Maybe he doesn't want to see me again.." she sighs, "Geez, what's happening to me? I'm becoming a monster.." she stares down at her hands in horror.. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "He's probably more afraid of possibly having to hurt you than anything else, to be honest." Lar tells her. "And I don't blame him at all. I know I would be..."     He trails off momentarily, exhaling a bit as she stares down at her hands. "I know how that feels, Kara. Trust me. I nearly killed Drake, once. It made me question...a lot of things. But maybe you should tell him how you feel. If you do it first, maybe he'll come clean too. Then you can...clear the air between each other, at least." he says, his gaze moving away from her again, looking out the window. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers arches a brow. "Oh, that's right. I guess..Stuff happens." she chuckles a bit, trying to make light of the situation. "I guess it comes with the territory, doesn't it. With great power comes great responsibility, and all that.." she sighs, looking at him. "We should probably clear the air, yeah..Although..." Kara frowns, staring out at the stars again, trailing off. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Yeah, yeah. All that 'with great power' stuff. It was cliche, but true. Lar scoffs slightly. "Yeah, definitely comes with this particular territory. That being someone who can drop kick a boulder to the moon without even breaking a sweat."     He nods as she agrees about telling Owen how she feels, but then a brow goes up when she seems to trail off. "...what?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers chuckles, "I mean, have you actually tried that before, playing space soccer? Sounds like a fun game. We should totally try it next time.." she winks at him, making light of the situation. One frequently needs humour in times like these. "Oh it's nothing, I guess occasionally, I think about 'what if things had been different?' I suppose.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Uh..." Lar thinks about that for a moment. "I think I've thrown a boulder into orbit from the surface before." he chuckles. "Space soccer, huh."     "Different how?" he asks, wondering what exactly she's thinking. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smiles, "You gotta show me how it's done sometime. I'm sure it's a great stress reliever, hmm?" she winks as she says that, at least a bit more playful now than she was before. Although back down to earth, Kara draws a deep breath, "Oh, you know, if your family weren't all psycho and dead set against us, I suppose. If we were just normal people. Guess i've been trying to move on, act like there's nothing between us, but maybe I was wrong. I mean, you've been there for me through thick and thin..I never really got to thank you for that." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Well, grife. There it was. Lar lets out a long, drawn-out sigh, averting his gaze once again for a minute or two before looking back to her. "Yeah...." he starts, unsure of what exactly to say. There is another one of those awkward pauses before he manages to continue, this time looking straight into her eyes. "Kara, I could never move on from you." he admits quietly, taking her hands in his. "You are the love of my life and that will never, ever change. You made me see things differently. Psycho parents or not." He lets go of her though, sighing again.     "But I also have important responsibilities...to my own people. To my family, as fanatical as they've been. Still, being around you, like this..." he shakes his head. "I don't know. Maybe...I could try again. Maybe if you somehow showed them that they were wrong about Krypton. Maybe they'll listen..." But his expression is pained. He doesn't -really- think they will. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smiles sadly, squeezing his hands, nodding. "I know, I know. You have responsibilities, there could be repercussions. And right now, I'm dealing with this dangerous situation where I could turn against you or anyone else at any time." she shrugs, "But, doesn't mean we cant be friends, have each other's backs. Maybe that's enough..For now.." still she leans over, giving him a short, quick kiss on the cheek. "Even so, I just wanted to say thank you..For everything." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar strokes the side of her hair as she plants a quick kiss on the cheek. "Tell you what. Go talk to Owen--see if you can't figure things out with him. And if you end up parting ways, then I'm...willing to try again with my family. Maybe, if we help them colonize another planet, or help them in some way, together...they'll accept you." He sounded a little bit hesitant about it, but he'd managed to say it.     Then he stands up. "Good night, Kara. Let me know if you need anything." Then he makes his way to his own quarters. 
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13596/Storm of the Century

2021-07-11T04:26:05Z

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|Location=Coney Island
|Synopsis=A magical storm is thwarted by various superheroes, and a sinister plot uncovered..
|Cast of Characters=328,15,7044,6995,10042,1308
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Earlier that day... Its a beautiful day on the beach, not a cloud in the sky as people lazily swim on the waves or play in the sun. It seems there are still several weeks left of summer and everyone is out in full swing, determined to enjoy it. There's even a few sail boats and a small ferry further out to sea, enjoying a perfect day.. Five minutes later.. Its a full on perfect storm, the kind that hasn't been seen around these parts in a very long time. Massive tidal waves come crashing in, shaking up sail boats, threatening to tear that ferry apart and sending people screaming and running in panic. Even cars on the nearby roads are struggling with the deluge of water crashing through the streets, sweeping a few cars away, slamming others into each other. Buffy had hoped for a nice quiet trip to the beach as she and Thomas are stuck in traffic, "Why does this happen every time we try to have a nice relaxing day? I swear.." she mutters. 

:'''{{#var:15|Superman (15)}} has posed:''' The day had started in a different guise as a mild mannered reporter. That changed soon enough as the storm escalated severely. As the waves began to swell, and the storm hit a crescendo, the red, blue and gold of the Man of Steel apears. Moving to the most troubled areas as fast as he could without damaging the environment around him, Superman was there. At this point, he was so busy, he couldn't discover what the problem was. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith had barely had the time to put the top up on the low white Corvette before the rain came rushing in. "The Gods see us having too much fun and get jealous." He says with an amused smirk, and since the traffic is virtually stopped, takes the moment to cup Buffy's chin and give her a quick kiss. "But to Empty Night with the," he adds with a smirk, shaking his head. "At least we don't have to worry about hitting anything in the low visibility. We are barely moving." Of course to Thomas anything slower then 80 is barely moving... 

:'''{{#var:6995|Poseidon (6995)}} has posed:''' Poseidon is one of those enjoying the sun. But he's not swimming. Nope, he's sitting at the side of one of the piers with a fishing line in the water. It is, of course, connected to a pole that's held in his hands. A couple of minutes before the storm hits, his head lifts, and a frown creases right between his eyes. He starts to reel the line in and gets the pole broke down enough to put away in the cooler he had been propping his feet on. Perfectly calm day. There's a quiet grumble from the God of Storms as he rises to his feet to fold up the chair and lay it next to the cooler. And then the storm is breaking. Poseidon raises his hands and thrusts them toward the sea. The massive tidal waves that are crashing in... sink back into the waters for as far as the god can see. The rest he does nothing about, seeking only, for the moment, to keep the waves from killing anyone whilst he seeks the focal point of the storm. His eyes and mind alike scan the area for wherever it might be. 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' Even if he was still the skittish thing he was, Kit left home to explore and explore he does. He'd heard about Coney Island and he wanted to take a look, even if he had been keeping to strange areas of the place and was covered from head to toe in baggy cloths, a hoodie and never took his hands out of his pockets. When things start going pear-shaped though, he just sort of stands the for a moment dumb-struck like a deer in a set of headlights, staring as a tidal wave comes crashing in and then? Then they're gone? There's a weird, toothy grin from the creature as he mutters, "Well, this feels weird." to himself, then starts looking around, a clawed.... paw? coming out of his pocket as he brushes his hood back, perks his ears up and starts using what senses he can. After all, these people aren't screaming because of him and now he's curious as to why they are. As for the screaming? Screaming he can generally tune out, even if it's a painful experience. If he comes across anyone injured, they'll get his attention but for now? For now he's in curious Aardwolf mode. 

:'''{{#var:1308|Dracula (1308)}} has posed:''' The storm is an interesting thing. One moment of nothing and then the next it was there. An anomaly, and such things have a way of catching Vlad's attention. Of securing it. There is a flicker of shadows, a swelling of them as they gather in one place. And where he hadn't been, he then appears. "Interesting," he murmurs softly. The shadows part and slither away, dissipating in all directions from him. He is as he often is -- dressed all in black, though for today the only spot of red is a pocketsquare within the button-up shirt that he wears. His black hair reaches somewhere between his shoulderblades, his skin pale and his goatee and mustache neatly trimmed. A black peacoat rests about his shoulders, and he tilts his head a touch to one side, looking over the sea. And he notices, too, the fisherman, which causes him to tilt his head a touch to one side. "Most interesting," Dracula murmurs softly, a thoughtful note to his voice. He is perhaps a couple of dozen feet away from where Poseidon happens to be, and he shifts slightly, to start to walk towards him. He lifts his right hand, and he makes a slight gesture, a wall of solid shadows appearing to line the edge of the shore in his own effort to hold back the sea. This had not been in his plan for today, but sometimes -- sometimes plans need to change. 

:'''{{#var:15|Superman (15)}} has posed:''' The storms were incredible. "Never seen anything like this, naturally, occur here before. " On Coney Island. Preventing an accident from occurring and saving several civilians from being hit by a massive wave with a judicial use of heat vision, Superman pauses as the waves dissipates in steam." "Please head home where it is safer!" As the civilians all scramble to head away from the coast, Superman takes a moment to concentrate on the sounds coming from, literally, everywhere in this part of New York. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' It's a good thing Superman is here, as he manages to upright tilted sailboats, sparing the ferry from capsizing as well. Many people stand in awe of the famous superhero and nod, hurrying to safety. Others are already fleeing their cars, heading for the nearest shelter as it seems to affect even those further in on the road where Buffy and Thomas are. Then Poseidon, lord of the seas, does his magic, calming the waves, breaking the last tidal wave before it can crash on land and cause more chaos. Which manages to calm the seas at least. But then there is the lightning and gale force winds, the violent hail which continues to beat down. And as an eerie darkness shrouds the daylight, blotting out the sun, frightening creatures emerge, humanoid in appearance, but growling and snarling, baring fangs as they start to herd the people on the beach towards a big old trailer in a corner of the beach. Buffy smirks and kisses Thomas amid the chaos, though her eyes flick quickly towards the beach. "Hold it, I'm sensing something evil..Vampires, maybe? zon the beach. We gotta go.." 

:'''{{#var:15|Superman (15)}} has posed:''' Right now it was important for Superman to keep the streets safe, the civilians out of harms way, and people alive in the face of the widespread massive storm they were facing. For the time being, Superman was on the sidelines, but at the moment when it was necessary, he would be there to help whenever necessary! 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith sighs as Buffy mentions Vampires, and with the tone of someone who has had more then one date ruined and will likely have many more in the future, and has long since come to terms with the idea. "Of course there are Vampires." he says, reaching into the back seat and stealing a single plump strawberry from the strawberry pie back there, then he gets out of the car, his white poets shirt becoming almost instantly transparent. "Just once, why can't we have a date interuped by a pack of fluffy kittens... or a sweedish stripper convention.. 

:'''{{#var:6995|Poseidon (6995)}} has posed:''' For the most part, everything and everyone around Poseidon is ignored by him. Until a familiar voice is heard and he turns his head enough to see the man standing there. The creature, more like. He shakes his head. "What do you think you're doing? I don't need any help holding back the sea. Go. Leave the sea to me. Get people to safety," he commands. And there's no mistaking the fact that the words /are/ a command. He's fine with keeping the sea at bay. It's the people there on the island that are in danger, not him. His long silvery hair and beard have already darkened with the water pouring down. His clothing is soaked. Jeans and a light flannel top over a black teeshirt. When darkness descends and creatures begin to emerge, herding people toward a certain trailer... Poseidon casts a baleful glance at the sea, as though to tell it that it better continue behaving, or he would be cross with it. Poseidon turns then and starts toward the trailer, pausing only to glance to Dracula. "Are you coming?" Then he allows himself to be herded like the other people here toward that trailer. 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' "Oh, beautiful.. These idiots again?" Kit mutters as he pulls off his hoodie, tossing it into a food stand, taking note of which one so he can retrieve it later. Then, with only his jeans and tank top on, he lets himself stand to his full height, rolling his shoulders and shaking off the stiffness from how he keeps himself bent and low. The trailer gets a glance and perked ears, he's going to check it out, but his first focus is on the creatures rounding people up. He moves towards a group of them trying to herd a few people, his fur suddenly crackling with a violet energy as he approaches, then? Then his mouth opens and he belts out an almost ear-splitting roar! Regardless of the response, hell look at the civilians and barks an order of, "RUN!" motioning with one paw in the opposite direction of the distant trailer. Then he'll turn his attention to the ones doing the herding, his own teeth bared and his fur raised. There's only one true snarly boi here and he's more prone to biting faces, not necks. 

:'''{{#var:1308|Dracula (1308)}} has posed:''' Chaos and mayhem. There are a great many things that Vlad could do to add to such a thing, and yet -- oddly, perhaps, he chose to lend help. He takes a moment to look up to the sky, considering the darkness that has come to blot out the daylight, but his gaze readily turns away from it. And his attention turns instead towards the fisherman. "If you prefer it to be so," Dracula says, inclining his head towards the fellow. The shadow walls vanish rather swiftly. There is a slight quirk of a smile that touches his lips, for the note of command was noted in the voice. "Mankind's saviour, I assure you, I am not. Since you asked it be done so nicely, I will make a certain allowance," he says softly, his dark eyes flickering but briefly with crimson. He makes a slight gesture, and number of pairs of shadow arms with hands start to grab people and physically, bodily, move them to safety. And they will continue to do so, even if he doesn't specifically watch them. He doesn't seem to care that he gets wet from the storm -- it doesn't bother him at all. One of his eyebrows quirks just a touch as the creatures emerge, and he tilts his head faintly to one side. "Someone seems to have a nefarious plot hatching out," Vlad says in a thoughtful tone. And it isn't him! The elder vampire turns his gaze towards the trailer. "This bears investigation," he says softly, a flicker of curiosity in his voice. One ought keep tabs on the others who stir up evil, after all. He inclines his head towards Poseidon, the gesture one of agreement. "Indeed, I venture with you," he says, stepping along to easily close the distance to him. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' At least the rain seems to calm down just a bit - was it the glare that Poseidon gave it that did it? Or maybe just a coincidence, who knows? Buffy grimaces at Thomas, "Sorry about this, I swear it's not my fault, I promise to make it up to you later." and she's running towards those vamps, slicing through them with her bladed tonfa, staking a few with the sharp wooden end as she tries to clear a path for fleeing people. The appearance of the furry mutant causes many people to flee even faster, hopefully scattering a bit away from where the vamps are trying to herd them. Still more vampires rush towards Poseidon, Dracula, Superman and Thomas as they try to stop them. And while the rain and tidal waves have abated, the wind is realky getting pretty nasty, as is the lightning, seemingly aimed towards those heroes who dare interfere. At least Dracula manages to get many to safety. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith sighs, grubleing into the rain, "Oh yes you are going to make it up to me. And I'm not gonna settle for the French Maid this time. It's either the Slytherin School Girl, or the full on She-Ra cosplay... the real She-ra mind you, not that abortion they put on Netflix." he says grumbling as he reaches into the trunk and pulls out a cavlry saber and a sawed off shotgun.... then he puts the shotgun back and takes out a kukri. No point in panicing people with loud booms. Certainly not with the flying boyscout around.. 

:'''{{#var:6995|Poseidon (6995)}} has posed:''' The one true snarly boi that doesn't bite faces gets a glance and a nod of approval. Poseidon doesn't stop his forward momentum toward that trailer, however. He's rather single minded in going there. He's a lot like one of those tidal waves. Implacable and unlikely to stop without serious intervention on par with himself. The irony of Vladimir's words aren't lost on him, but does nothing save raise a brow at him. "Interesting shadow hands you have there," he comments moments later. Poseidon does nothing to try to stop the vampires. Nope. Right at the moment, they're not actively harming anyone. Even if they come at him, he simply goes around them and continues moving toward that trailer. Once he reaches it, he'll put a hand on the door handle, and move to open it. 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' With the innocents scattering away from his targets, Kit just sort of gives a snarling grin, "You smell like the other two." he muses, then one of his arms swings across, palm flat, claws leaving four glowing lines in the air that fire off, aimed at one vampire in particular that doesn't have an innocent person near them. The blades of energy are razor sharp and while one of them wouldn't take off a head, all four of them in rapid succession just might! It's a calculated attempt, get their attention on him and off of the people trying to flee, maybe turning a few of them to dust would accomplish that. The lightning is ignored for now, he'll deal with that if it strikes too close for comfort and the wind? He's withstood sandstorms, it's not comfortable and it takes some effort to stay standing if it gets strong enough, but it feels familiar at least. 

:'''{{#var:1308|Dracula (1308)}} has posed:''' There's a moment where Dracula looks over the horde of vampires who are acting like naught more than ill behaved children. He makes a soft tsk of sound, and he stops walking, his dark eyes narrowing a touch as he focuses his concentration upon them, to see to bending them to his very will. He could let them continue as they are, but he's not particularly of a mind to. What do these recalcitrant bloodsuckers not want everyone to reach? It has perked his curiosity, and he is rather intent on satisfying it. There is little attention that he pays in the moment to the other things about him, and he gives a soft grunt to Percy's words. "One does one's humble best," he says softly, the words having a distracted sort of note to them. There's a faint glance given towards Percy, but the his attention turns ready towards the vampires. He gives a flick of his right hand, sending one that came to near to him flying a dozen feet. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers smirks at Thomas, "If we get out of this alive, I'll do anything you want." she winks playfully at him as she jumps into the Frey, seeming to quite enjoy dancing with the vampires, "Just wish I knew why they're still getting all these vamps to replenish that army that I thought we nearly wiped out.." and that's a worrying thought.l Thankfully they have allies, powerful ones at that. Thomas and Kit have no trouble slashing some vamps to ribbons, and it seems Poseidon effortlessly just avoids them. As Dracula nears the trailer, those that do t go flying just oddly, obediently just step out of his way..As if he were their master or something. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smirks a little bit, "Oh? Should we stop by the market for more whipped cream then?" he asks playfully, separating a vampire's head from it's shoulders with his Kukri, then another with a back swing of his saber. "Or maybe...Empty night." The playful banter drops from his voice as his tone turns to a combination of fear, awe, amazement, and just the tiniest smudge of fan boy. He's just laid eyes on Dracula. 

:'''{{#var:6995|Poseidon (6995)}} has posed:''' Poseidon nods appreciation as the vampires step out of Vladimir's way. He still has to step around them to get past them. But as fast as he is, he has no problem with this. Most of the time, he takes the effort of not showing what he's truly capable of. In this moment, he's less worried about appearing mortal and more interested in what or who might be in that trailer. Upon trying the handle.. he finds it's locked. And is distracted just a hair by the smidge of fan-boy gazing at Dracula. He reaches out with his other arm and gently elbows Vladimir in the side, then nods toward Thomas. "Looks like you have a fan," he comments. Is that amusement in his tone?? He shakes his head and flexes on the door handle, giving it just a little bit of his strength. The result is the thing pops off, quite broken off. "Ooops," he comments without much contrition at all. 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' With more and more of the potential victims able to flee, more and more Vampires start dying to various flying energy-blades. After a few moments, Kit would be panting, but his claws are still glowing and he's still focused on potential enemies. When the others try the door and the lock clicks, it draws the creatures attention, one ear swiveling to the sound before his attention darts over towards the trailer. "Hey!" he calls out to the two, "Don't know if you can sense it, but whatever's in there is magic!" His voice has the potential to carry quite a ways, so hopefully the two will hear him. While it is always entirely possible that they already know that little fact, better safe than sorry, right? 

:'''{{#var:1308|Dracula (1308)}} has posed:''' As the vampires of the horde do as he had bid them, a hint of a smile barely turns up the corners of his lips. It's always nice when such things work as they're supposed to. Dracula turns his attention from the horde, his dark gaze moving beyond them to look across the rest of the area, and his head tilts a touch to one side as his gaze settles on the White Court vampire. One of his eyebrows slightly quirks, a flick of a glance going towards the slayer and then back to the vampire. He heard the emotions within the words, he did, and his dark eyes show a glitter of crimson to them. "Interesting," he says quite softly. Vlad turns his gaze back towards Percy at being elbowed in the side, and he inclines his head slightly. "Such does seem to be the case, for some reason," he allows, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He knows exactly why. He has a particular reputation, after all, especially amongst vampires. His gaze flicks lightly over towards the aardwolf, one of his eyebrows quirking a touch a moment before he gives a small nod at the warning, of sorts. His dark gaze turns back to Percy as the doorknob is popped off, and he lifts his right hand to use his magic to attempt to leverage the door open. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers had once encountered Dracula, or *a* Dracula at any rate. In fact the other Scoobies had too, some having more embarrassing encounters than others. But she has heard there are more than one, or was that part of the mystique? She pauses as she sees him, eyes widened in disbelief. "Dracula...? For real..?" Meanwhile, as Poseidon or 'Percy' breaks open the lock and steps in, he will notice the trailer is oddly bugger inside, full of numerous cages full of screaming humans while vampires snarl and claw at them on the other side. In the center of the trailer is a raised area where a beautiful woman with mocha brown skin and long thick black hair and ceremonial robes is deep in concentration in some sort of spell, lips trembling softly as she kneels in front of some cauldron, skin prickling with energy. Apparently she is the one controlling the storm with magic. Dark magic. Of course she is surrounded by four big burly vampire guards, dressed in armour and carrying spears, battle axes and swords. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith nods slightly, almost reverently. I mean what else can you do when you actually see what could be best described as a malevolent god. The ironic part is, he doesn't miss a slash, a parry, or a slice, all while never taking his eyes from the dark lord. It's not fair, he doesn't even practice.. 

:'''{{#var:6995|Poseidon (6995)}} has posed:''' Poseidon spares a glance for the canine looking mage creature. He nods once, appreciative of the advice. Even if he did already know, it's still good advice. He nods thanks as the door is levered open with Dracula's magic. He turns his attention within the building, and steps inside. He takes a moment there to take a measure of the place. THe humans in cages, vampire guards.. or perhaps vamps waiting for the horderves. His blue eyes fall to the dark woman in ceremonial robes, and his upper lip curls a little bit. He lifts his hands and electrical power in the form of a pair of lightning bolts shoots out, heading straight toward the woman and her four burly vampire guards clad in their metal armor. Oooh, that's gonna sting! 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' Somewhere between killing vampires and making sure that people are getting away safely, Kit manages to get a moment of reprieve, even if it means literally cutting down a few more as he walks towards one of the - more than likely vacant - food stalls. He makes sure it's vacant, checks the prices and grabs what he wants, tallying up the cost and putting the appropriate amount in a safe-ish place near the till. After all, fighting is a workout! Fuel needed, omnom-munch! As for the trailer? He'll let the others deal with it, they look more than capable and if he would have gone to help them? Chances are he would have hit his limit for what he's currently capable of. 

:'''{{#var:1308|Dracula (1308)}} has posed:''' Perhaps there was only one, or perhaps there was more than one. There are many possibilities, where Dracula is concerned. Some of the myths might well be true while others might be made more of fiction than anything else. His dark gaze turns towards the interior of the trailer, and there's a moment where he takes in the tableau that it has to offer. A glance is given towards the vampires, and the guards around the witch. His steps pause, and that sense of concentration returns to him as he seeks to once more impose his will upon the vampires. There's a glance that he gives Percy before his gaze turns towards the lightning bolts that are cast, watching them crackle through the air. And a hint of a smile touches at the corners of his lips. "Good choice," he says quietly, inclining his head slightly towards the man out of what seems to be approval. Then his dark gaze slides towards the witch once again. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers blinks slowly, eyeing Dracula warily. He's cunning, that's for sure. But whose side is he on, really? She gently elbows Thomas, trying to bring him back to reality. "Come on don't tell me your a big fan of the biggest bad? Although..What's he doing here, almost seems like he's on our side." she frowns as she advances, "Okaay, that wasn't expected." she eyes the parting of vamps and pulls back for now, not sure if that's part of some grander, eviler plan.. But as Percy steps in and aims lightning bolts at the vampire guards and their mistress, they're already rushing to protect their leader, taking the brunt of the attack and shrieking in pain as they are reduced to a pile of dust. Then it takes but a glance from Dracula for more vamps to abandon their post and starting to swarm the vamp sorceress who is only just completing her spell, staring in shock as her minions turn against her. After the light show, she is exhausted and easily overwhelmed by the snarling aggressive vamps, some who slice at her with weapons, others who feed hungrily on her, dog piling her rabidly. Amid the chaos, it seems there is only one vampire, particularly strong )of will who does not succumb to the psychic attack and with a snarl, he pulls back, pulling out some sort of device, tossing it at the cage he was guarding.There is a blinding flash and then he and his four prisoners are gone.. But many more remain, currently unguarded.. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith blinks a bit as his lover elbows him, pulling him back to reality and actually causing him to blush slightly. "Hey, what can I say, the man is a legend for a reason." He shakes his head though coming fully back to himself and adds. "Though I can promise you one thing. He's not on /our/ side. no matter what, he'll be on the same side he's always been on. His own." he shakes his head and adds "I've gotta call Lara and tell her I got to fight beside Dracula.." 

:'''{{#var:6995|Poseidon (6995)}} has posed:''' Poseidon holds the lightning until the four armored vampire guards are dust, and nods to Dracula. "Thanks," he says. Then readies another blast, only to see the other vamps swarm the sorceress. He lowers his hands a trifle and looks to see if there's any other big bads to deal with. He winces at the blinding flash, throwing up his arm to protect his eyes as best as he can. Once he lowers his arm, that one vampire and four prisoners are gone. "Hmm." He looks at the now empty cage thoughtfully. Then shakes his head and turns his attention to the other cages. He concentrates for a moment, waves his hands and the cages all open, as if by magic. He glances at Vladimir, and then turns to walk out of the trailer. 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' After a bit of a snack, Kit just sort of glances to the trailer and tilts his head, then goes to retrieve his hoodie, pulling it back on and getting himself comfortably uncomfortable in his typical crumpled up stance, lowering his profile significantly. He folds his ears back, giving a little smile as he pulls his hoodie up, then stuffs his paws into the pockets and starts off, humming a little tune and smiling to himself as he does. The others have this under control and the last thing panicked people need to see is a giant animal right after a mass vampire attack, right? 

:'''{{#var:1308|Dracula (1308)}} has posed:''' The elder vampire has a keen sense of hearing, and the words of the slayer reach his ears. He tilts his head faintly to one side, taking a moment to consider things. Perhaps to consider certain appearances. Then the barest hint of a smile touches at the corners of his lips, and there's a spark of crimson to reflect in his dark eyes. He tsks softly at the 'biggest bad' part of what had been said. Surely there are others worse than he! The chaos of what happens in the wake of the command (and the actions of the one who avoided it) allows him a long enough moment to swiftly step forward and past Percy, without touching him. He reaches the vampire mage being mauled by the others, then reaches past them in order to lean forward and grab her wrist with his right hand, his grip vice-like. He says nothing, but there is a dark swirl of shadow shot through with faint streaks of crimson that rushes over her physical self. When the shadows have gone, the mage is also gone, and he gives a faint shake of his right hand before retrieving his pocketsquare from his shirt pocket, straightening as he does. He wipes his hand off, and then he tucks the pocketsquare away once more. Mage? What mage? There's a glance towards the other cages, then a nod to Percy, perhaps approving as the prisoners are released, a bare hint of a smile touching his lips. He turns on a heel and steps quietly towards the exit of the trailer. The black colour has begun to fade from his hair, leaving it white. His ears have become a touch more elven in nature, a bit more pointed. The dark brown colour of his eyes has turned darker, to black, a spark of crimson within them. One of his eyebrows quirks a touch at the words he overhears from outside from the White Court vampire, and he makes a soft tsk of sound at the same moment that he steps down the stairs of the trailer to the beach. 
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13582/Pursuing Danger

2021-07-06T19:46:28Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' It's pretty late at night, and most of the other Titans are probably asleep by now. But not Kara. Not after a rather rude awakenning dragged her out of bed in the middle of the night. Now, she's pouring over criminal data files in the Crime lab, a cup of coffee next to her as she stares tiredly, distractedly at the screen. "Dammit, not a thing.." she mutters, her eyes bloodshot, hands a bit shaky even. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar had hurried over to the Titans Tower after Kara had sent him a rather distressing text. He wasn't sure exactly what was up, but he's known her long enough that he could tell something was up. Something that -really- had her in a rough spot. She has always been there for him, so he makes his way to the crime lab as soon as he arrives.     "Kara, you all right? You...seemed stressed. Did you talk to Lex?" he asks, coming over to peer at the files she's going through. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers seems to relax visibly once she hears his voice. "Lar, thank goodness you're here!" she sighs, taking a short break from the computer to stretch her arms, taking another sip of coffee. Usually her super endurance would allow her to work for hours on end without needing rest, but lately.. "I don't know what's happening to me, Lar, but tonight freaked me out big time." she looks worried, and angry and maybe a little scared as she runs her hands through her hair. "It..It was like I was no longer in control of my body, like I was little more than a puppet on strings. I got up in the middle of the night and flew over the city and into some random forest, where, naturally, that armoured guy was waiting for me.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar frowns. "This is exactly what I was afraid of." he says, although he sounds relatively calm. Perhaps because it has happened to him before. He knows exactly what it's like.     He listens as she tells the story. "And then what?" he asks, prodding her to continue. "What did he want?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers sighs and hangs her head. "And then I landed and he asked me all sorts of questions like what my earth name is, then told me to dance for him and lift my hand up, or punch a tree. It was just...Horrible! I've never lost control like that before. I don't know what I'll do if it happens again. I don't even know if it's safe for me to be here..I just don't know what to do.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Well, on the scale of bad to worst, dancing and punching a tree falls on the lower end, at least." Lar remarks. "The last time someone else mind controlled me, I nearly killed two of my friends."     "Hmm..." he frowns pensively. "It doesn't seem as if this individual necessarily wants to hurt anyone. Maybe he's more after information than anything else. Or maybe just to humiliate you."     After a pause. "Did you try talking to Lex?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers shakes her head. "No, not yet. This happened just a couple of hours ago. I've been researching for the past hour or so, but no luck on the armoured guy." she laughs a bit and shrugs, "You're right. He didn't seem interested in trying to kill me. Or he would have done it already. He clearly knows enough about me, and has the means to do so. Which begs the question, what *does* he want from me? Is he just experimenting on me?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Sounded like he was enjoying humiliating you." Lar replies. "You should talk to Lex in public, see how he reacts. I'll come with you, if you want." he offers. "But for now, I think you should limit how often you're around humans and other...less resilient beings. I know that's not easy, but I think it's for the best. I can't even begin to tell you how terrible I felt about Drake getting hurt." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods and smirks, "Yeah yeah, I know..Hide out in the Titan's headquarters til I can get to the bottom of this. I mean..What else can I do, right? Although I'd appreciate if you did come with me to see Lex. I dunno if I trust him. What if *he* is the one behind all of this? Then I may as well be walking right into a trap." she frowns at memory of Drake. "Yeah, how's he doing these days? I hear he joined the Avengers or something?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "That's -why- you need to talk to him." Lar replies, putting a hand on her shoulder. "So that we can at least learn -something- from whatever he does in response. Sure, I can come with you. In fact, let's find out when the next time he's planning on appearing publicly is. You can hang out on the cruiser until then, I think that's safest. I mean, safest for everyone -else-."     He frowns again. "You...should talk to the rest of the Titans about this. And Owen. Yeah, Drake's doing all right. He's with the Avengers these days." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods. "I did..We had a meeting and I mentionned that I got shot, although..Things have progressed since then. I guess you're right. I'm probably safer on the cruiser than down here, even. Even so, I..Gave Owen a piece of kryptonite to hold onto..Just in case." Fortunately the lab had a small sample of it in a lead lined box. "You know, I wouldn't mind getting a proper tour of your cruiser sometime even.." she grins, "Of course it'd be even more fun to check out some more planets. Although I suppose it's not a vacation or anything. I Just hope the others will be okay without me." Kara glances back at the screen, rubbing her eyes tiredly, "Wonder if Superman is back in town yet? I should try talking to him about this." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "I know you did, Kara." Lar says, taking her hands in his. "But...the problem is, I don't think he'd use it, even if his life were in danger--I know I wouldn't. Not against you. Still, you should tell him--tell everyone--what's going on. I wouldn't want them to think you're abandoning them."     Then his eyes widen slightly at the mention of Superman. "That's -right-! Maybe there's something at the Fortress of Solitude. We should talk to Kal, as soon as possible." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers shakes her head. "That would be foolish. And I trust him. I know he's probably busy doing some secret Outsider job or something maybe..Maybe that's why I haven't seen him in so long, but.." she shrugs, "I'm sure he'd do what's right, if push came to shove..I hope..Wouldn't he?" She glances back at him with a soft frown, a bit doubtful now. But then he says something that makes her smile. "Oh..Oh, you are SO right! We need to talk to Superman..At least I *know* I can trust him!" Kara chuckles, giving his hands a squeeze. "You're brilliant!" Sooo much better than risking talking to Lex. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar chuckles. "Don't give me all the credit, it was your idea." He lets go of her hands after squeezing her back, sighing. "I don't know Kara, I'd like to think he would, but would -you- do it if it were him? I guess the point is...it's never as easy as we think it would be." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers frowns, shaking her head slowly, "No, you're right of course. I could never bring myself to hurt him. I'd always find another way. So..I guess asking such a burden of him wasn't fair either. I just hope Superman can find a solution before it's too late.." she smiles, trying to stay positive. "But I'm sure if anyone can help, he can.." 
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13574/Chilling in the Sun

2021-07-06T19:45:32Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Another heatwave has gripped the city, and while many might be sweltering in this weather, Kara seems to be rather enjoying herself by the poolside, lounging on a chair with an ice cream in hand as she scans through some magazine. Of course, she doesn't need sunglasses and no need for shade because of the whole sun absorbing thing. Plus, maybe it'll help her feel better with all these muscle spasms lately.. 

:'''{{#var:212|Conner (212)}} has posed:''' There is nothing wrong with unneeded sunglasses. Conner has been wearing them for years even though he needed them only for the first year or so after escaping the clone tank. Same thing as the leather jacket, really. Heat waves do nothing to him, but he can appreciate the chance to get some sunbeams by the pool. "Hello," he greets, "where is everyone?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers looks up from her magazine and smiles faintly at Conner. She seems..Well, oddly tired. "Hey, Conner. I'm not really sure. I imagine they're training or something?" yeah, it's been quiet around here lately. She sighs tiredly, taking a lick of her vanilla icecream. She never really got used to earth food and it always surprises and delights her. "Aren't you in college or something? figured you'd be busy too.." For all her lounging around on a day off, she seems a little stressed. 

:'''{{#var:212|Conner (212)}} has posed:''' "I only have a couple courses left," replies Conner. "Easy summer credits, so I am working for a NGO part time," he replies. "Why? You are going to college too, aren't you? And you look... tired. Have you seen one of the League doctor people? You might have caught some bug in space." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smiles and nods. "Ah, that's nice." she shrugs, "Taking a couple courses here and there, but with my increasingly unstable spasms, I figured it'd be safer to take some time off in the summer, yeah." she shrugs and smiles faintly. "I did see a League doctor, remember how I got shot by that armoured guy? They couldn't find anything definite, just said there were some micro particles in my body centered around my spinal column, but they couldn't tell much about what they might be doing or even how to get it out, and that I should continue to monitor it." She shrugs and sighs, "Said I should come back for more tests next week, but in the meantime I should try to take it easy.." Kara chuckles, "Lar figured a trip to Venus would help...Actually it did, until I froze up and nearly fell into a molten lake.." she chuckles a bit. "But it really was a gorgeous place...How have you been, Conner?" 

:'''{{#var:212|Conner (212)}} has posed:''' Conner directs a pointed look at Kara, looking over his sunglasses. Not the kind of look he often gave beautiful woman, but a worried one. "Yeah, stay in the Tower, okay? I mean, weird crap around your spinal column that somehow stands up your healing abilities? Sounds like a big deal. Maybe something magical. Or Brainiac up to something." He dismisses the question with a handwave. "I am fine. Got some good job offers, but I'd have to work in Washington. I rather stay close. Trying to spend more time with my girlfriend, too. But she is working too, now." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods and sighs, "Yeah, I know, just...It gets pretty dull around here. Besides, I think I'm probably safer up there, away from people I can harm than when I'm down here around vulnerable peole. But you're right, at least there are people at the tower who can help me. I just cant stand all this waiting around for something bad to happen.." She frowns at the thought, hugging her arms. "Ooh, that's good, so almost done college huh? And who's the girlfriend? I'd love to meet her someday.." 

:'''{{#var:212|Conner (212)}} has posed:''' "Dull? This place is awesome, girl," protests Conner. "You have a big pool, high tech stuff, 348 TV channels," he made up the number, but chances are they have twice as many, "an holodeck and some access to the League computer stuff." The Towers is a damn wonderland that makes the Outsider's base lame. Not that he ever spend much time in Gotham. Because Gotham. He sits down at Kara's side and pulls out a Starkphone. He has pictures there. "This is Megan. Yeah, she has wings. She is a mutant. Meet her about a year and a half ago. She is pretty, and fun, and sweet." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers chuckles, "Well, when you put it that way, I suppose it is. Although, when you've been to outer space and fought alien monsters, and explored the volcanoes of venus, I guess being stuck in a tower can get a bit.." she shrugs and smiles, "You know, I should do more exploring here, it's not like I even know half of the places in this tower.." Taking another bite of her ice cream, Kara leans over to peer at the photos on his phone. "Awe, she looks like a sweet girl, have you two been dating for long?" 

:'''{{#var:212|Conner (212)}} has posed:''' There are some pictures of a purple-haired girl with dark eyes, usually smiling, most look like pictures Conner took, a few might be selfies. "Pretty much since I met her," replies Conner. "It is actually the longest relationship I have been, I think she is the one for me." He grins. "What about you? I think that Australian guy is after you." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smiles softly and nods thoughtfully. "Wow, that's great Conner..Congratulations!" as for herself, Kara just shrugs and sighs, "Hmm, well...I'm not so sure anymore. I mean, Owen seems...Seemed kinda nice, and we really hit it off at first. He's really kind and considerate. But shortly after I got shot, I haven't seen him around at all, soo..." She draws a deep breath, "Either he's afraid he'll get hurt after..Um...Well, the swimming pool incident, or...Or maybe he's just not that..Into me?" 

:'''{{#var:212|Conner (212)}} has posed:''' "Uh, okay," Conner is not the kind of guy that is going to give love advice his own short-of-cousin. For one, he doesn't know her well enough. Or Owen. "Foolish of him," he has to remark. He puts the cellphone back into his pocket. "Anyway, Megs is in college too, but sometimes I can get her to come here to hang out. She knows Tim and a few others. Maybe she will join the team some day. But she wants to be a X-Woman." 
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13523/Catching Some Fresh Air

2021-07-05T04:03:06Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Ahhh, it's a hot day today, maybe a bit too hot..And as Megan sits on a picnic chair on the rooftop, she's sitting under an umbrella for shade, sucking on a super big ice pop. "Uggggh it's sooo hot! I wish it would rain.." she pouts as she peers up at the blinding sun. It sure is a pretty day today. Maybe if she flew high enough, she could hide in the clouds and cool off? "Boo, but can I breathe that high up?" she ponders aloud. 

:'''{{#var:56|Ororo Munroe (56)}} has posed:''' Lightly walking along the very spine of the rooftop is where Ororo happens to be. She wears a pair of jean shorts, and a dark green t-shirt. Her feet are bare. She walks along the rooftop much in the manner that a gymnast would on a balance beam. As she hears the words come from the patio area, she gives a light laugh. Her blue eyes turn milky white, ad her white hair lightly flutters around her as she floats down from where she had started down to the patio where Megan is. Her bare feet make a soft sound on the rooftop proper. "The rain will come. Be patient. Most likely late this evening is when it will start," Ororo says in a mild tone of voice. She takes a moment to glance up towards the clouds, and then she returns her gaze back to Megan, studying her. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn isn't expecting rain, not dressed like she is, in a cute pink floral summer dress and sandals. No sleeves, no cardigan. Not that she would mind being soaked really. "Ooh Ms Munroe, Hii!" she smiles and wave# to her, still in the habit of calling her team mates in such a formal way. Go figure, not long ago, they were her teachers. It's a bit of an adjustment. "Oooh, can't you just summon the rain? It's been Soo hot and dry for a long time now.." she pouts, "I'd kill to have such awesome powers as yours.." 

:'''{{#var:56|Ororo Munroe (56)}} has posed:''' "Good afternoon, Megan," Ororo says, inclining her head towards the younger woman. She studies the other woman for a moment, and then she lifts her blue gaze towards the sky. There are clouds building up to the east, a line of darkness where they've gathered. She waits until after the words have been spoken before she brings her gaze away from the clouds, turning her attention back to Megan. There's a small shake of her head. "That is not the way that it works," she begins, a small smile touching the corners of her lips. "When I bring the rain, it is not a summoning. I am not creating it. It comes because I have called it from elsewhere, stolen it from its intended location. When I take away the rain from somewhere, it might leave that place with an unexpected period of dryness, a drought. There are potential consequences to every alteration that I make to the weather," Ororo explains. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn blinks, "Oooh, really? Soo, you're just borrowing weather from elsewhere?" she pouts, "Buuut, why do some areas get to have better weather than others? Why can't we all just share the nice weather? I mean what the good of having weather manipulation poses if you can't use them to make life a little easier?" She follows Storm 's gaze towards the east, arching a curious brow. "Oooh, do ya think it'd be cooler up there? If the air's not too thin to breathe?" 

:'''{{#var:56|Ororo Munroe (56)}} has posed:''' "Yes. I move the weather from there to here or from here to there. I manipulate the weather, I do not create it," Storm says, her gaze turning to look out over the yard. "That is the way of weather. A place cannot survive with life if all it has are days of sunshine followed with more of the same. The flow of seasons is important, and the cycle of water is important," she explains, looking over to Megan. "Not to mention that if all places had the same weather then it would be rather boring, no?" Ororo suggests, a hint of amusement to her voice. One of her eyebrows quirks up a touch, and a smile teases at the corners of her lips. "I can fly and breathe up there, but I am not sure about you," she comments. "It would likely be cooler." 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn hmms, "I suppose you're right. I never really thought of it that way, but.." she sighs longingly, staring up at those clouds, "How far away do ya suppose those clouds are?" she smiles playfully, spreading her wings and hovering off the ground a few feet, "Think we can reach em? If we can't bring the rain to us, maybe we can go to the rain, no?" she grins and shrugs, "I've never really tested my limits, but there's only in way to find out right?" 

:'''{{#var:56|Ororo Munroe (56)}} has posed:''' "They likely manage to be both as far away as they appear and as near as what they appear," Ororo comments, giving a soft chuckle. She takes a moment to look out over the yard before her gaze turns to Megan, and then she gives a nod. "There is only one way to find out just how far away the clouds are," Storm says, a smile tugging her lips. Her blue eyes turn milky white, and she floats up from the rooftop, to ascend near to the same height as what Megan does. "I know that I can reach them. For yourself, there is only one way to find out your limits, and that is to test them. Within the clouds is often cooler than beyond them," she says. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn smiles, kicking off her flip flops and grins, glad at least that her dress is long enough to cover her knees. If it gets too windy, at least her dress won't flip up on her with embarrassing results. "Sure, let's go...Race ya!" Of course, Megan doesn't have the wind at her beck and call, but it doesn't mean she can't try. Either way, she needs to know her limits and what better way to test than this? "Ready..Set..Go!" And she darts off into the sky, her wings - all four of them, beating furiously, rapidly as she glides effortlessly up into the sky. Dragonflies are apex predators, incredibly agile and fast in the air. Her wings have evolved over the years, from clumsy butterfly like wings to these sleeker, more practical ones. But even then, can she keep up with the wind rider? 

:'''{{#var:56|Ororo Munroe (56)}} has posed:''' The eyes of the weather witch remain white, and she quirks a smile as she inclines her head towards the younger woman. It will likely get windier before it ends up calmer, for such is often the way of weather. Ororo has no wings, but she needs them not -- not with her control of the very air being what it is. She holds her arms out slightly to either side of her, guiding the winds and rising upon it. She has years of practice at her disposal, and there have been times when she's ridden through the very heart and soul of a hurricane. She easily keeps pace with Megan for a little while, and then she nudges the wind a bit, to grant herself a bit more speed in climbing up towards the clouds. "Let us see how high you can go. Call out if you feel faint or breathless or dizzy at all, yes?" she suggests, looking towards Megan as she speaks. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn nods as she hastens to keep pace with Ororo. She had raced with the likes of Superboy in the past, but it has been quite a while ago, and even then he had outrun her. But she's been putting in extra practice, so maybe she can improve her last record..? As for altitude, well that's another thing entirely. She could easily keep pace with migratory birds, but had never pushed higher than about 10,000 feet. Now, as they climb into the sky, she narrows her eyes, pulling on a pair of wrap around sunglasses that help a bit against the rushing wind, wings fluttering madly to just barely keep up with Storm.. Phew, it sure is getting cooler as they rise higher, not to mention windier, the air thinner. She gasps a bit but keeps pushing herself. 
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13478/Seeking Mama Bear

2021-07-05T04:02:07Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn is out and about in the mountainous trails again, seeking to follow up on the previously injured bear and her cub(s). This time she had thought to contact James well ahead of time because she knew he would want to check in on them..Plus it would be far safer to travel with him than on her own. "Sooo..How exactly do we check up,on a mama bear who has two little Cubs and is likely in full strength now?" 

:'''{{#var:1385|Warpath (1385)}} has posed:''' Walking quietly, not making a making a sound with his steps, Jimmy shakes his head and mutters softly,"We stay up wind and quiet." Barely a whisper. His attention stays ahead and he both listens intently and tests the air for the scent of the bears. No sense getting surprised by the momma bear. Probably Pixie isn't a consumate hunter and he does offer her a tight almost smirk, then back to the task at hand. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn pouts a bit, trying her best to shadow his moves, although she's never been good at the subterfuge. Still, only one way to learn, and James is clearly a pro at this. She drops her voice to a whisper now too, trying to be quiet as possible. "Soo how do we even know were up wind? And how do we know where to look? And..Uh.." ohhh she just has sooo many questions, and so little time! hunting is kinda intense that way. 

:'''{{#var:1385|Warpath (1385)}} has posed:''' Looking at her, he shakes his head and even laughs softly. He raises his left index finger to put it in his mouth and then hold it in the air,"Feel where the breeze hit your finger. The wind is blowing towards us in relation to the bear's den." After a moment of consideration he adds,"If you want we can run some tracking training profiles in the Danger Room." 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn blinks a bit but nods, licking her finger, holding it into the air, feeling the rush of it against one side of her finger. "Ohh I get it, don't let em smell you, assuming you know whuch direction they're coming from.."n she smiles and nods, "I'd like that..But fir now. What are we doing, just sit and wait and hope that mama bear just stumbles across us and doesn't eat us?" 

:'''{{#var:1385|Warpath (1385)}} has posed:''' Once she gets what he is telling her, he tests the air again and starts off in the general direction of the cave. His path isn't straight towards it however, the scent seems to be pulling him slightly east of the cave where the mother must be currently. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn isn't used to super silent types but she does her best to follow after James, about to open her mouth to make a random comment but thinks the better of it. It's pretty narrow and crowded with low hanging trees, so flying is not a good option right now. Let's hope she can keep up with him as he runs so much faster than her. But hey at least they're not heading into scary cave? right? 
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13590/A little Stargazing..

2021-07-04T05:00:26Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Not too long ago, Lar had invited a kara to join him on the Legion ship which admittedly, didn't seem like such a terrible idea, considering her current...Condition. It didn't take her long to find the ship which she had been on a couple times in the past, tough she still hadn't been given the grand tour. As she steps in and searches for Lar, she ends up getting herself rather lost which admittedly isn't such a bad thing as there is a lot to take in..It really is a rather beautiful ship.. 

:'''{{#var:1463|John Stewart (1463)}} has posed:''' As Kara is walking through the cruiser, there's a strange green glow around one corner, near the crew quarters. It's rather bright and it's inside one of the guest rooms. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers has just paused to peek into the gym, considering a nice workout, although honestly, most normal gyms wouldn't push her limits, but knows about here? All the same, she is about to step in, glad she at least thought to park some workout wear, when she spies that green light. Eyes narrow and she steps back, moving down the hall after the light instead. "Hello..?" 

:'''{{#var:1463|John Stewart (1463)}} has posed:''' Inside is a black man wearing a green uniform. His right hand is aiming at a wall in a fist, a projection of some sort emitting from a Power Ring. As Kara says hello, John looks in her direction; there is no mask, she can easily tell he's human... but with glowing green eyes with energy wafting from them slightly. He turns fully towards Kara, and she can see the standard Green Lantern uniform with symbol on the chest, "Hello." John smiles, "John Stewart, new primary Green Lantern for sector 2814." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers has probably heard of John Stewart, one of the more serious members of the Green Lantern Corps, although really she doesn't have a lot of experience with most of the Justice League. Still, that glowing aura, and the green lantern uniform is unmistakable. "Ah, Mister Stewart? Nice to finally meet you, I've heard of you. Oh I'm Supergirl by the way.." you know, in case it wasn't obvious. 

:'''{{#var:1463|John Stewart (1463)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, I've been busy with galactic affairs under various mentors for a while. I was reviewing the latest from Oa just now." John informs her, and he walks up to her, "I've familiarized myself with current League members, but I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of meeting you. How are things?" John offers his hand in a handshake. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers arches a curious brow, "Ooh really? Run into any..Brood lately?" she's not joking, in fact she's very serious. Although Kara does nod and smile, shaking his hand with a firm grip, though being careful not to squeeze too hard. "Nice to meet you. I'm actually not a Legion member, just a..Close friend of Lar's. I'm actually surprised to see a Justice Leaguer here though? What brings you here?" 

:'''{{#var:1463|John Stewart (1463)}} has posed:''' "I was visiting and asked for a guest room to do some reviewing. My duty to the Corps is priority, and I need to keep up with current events." John gestures with his left hand to the wall, "I was projecting the information when you came in." Then, John looks to Kara, "I've heard about the invasion out in the Shi'ar borderlands, yes. Grim stuff, but the Green Lanterns aren't welcome in their Imperium." When she grips his hand, it's like shaking hands with a brick. There's no 'flesh' involved. John glances to her hand, then back up with an amused smirk, "My field can handle your strength, Supergirl. No need to be gentle with me." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods a bit grimly. "Yes, we had a bit of a run-in with the Brood ourselves..The Titans and the Guardians that is. It all turned out okay in the end though.." she arches a brow at the 'not welcome' part though. "Really...? Why is that?" Kara frowns a bit, curious to learn more of the Green Lanterns, not really that familiar with them. The quip,about being able to withstand her strength causes her to chuckle, and relax visibly. "Oh yeah?Well that's a relief. I mean, especially given my current...Condition.." 

:'''{{#var:15|Superman (15)}} has posed:''' There it was. Arriving outside the Legion Cruiser, Superman was there. Using his Legion Flight Ring, he maneuvers towards the main entrance, and with a wave of his hand, the cruiser allows him access. After all, technically, he was a member of the Legion. In one incarnation or another. As the door opens, Superman moves inside, lands, and waits for the door to close. Walking into the main entryway, Superman inhales and looks around. Wow. The Legion Cruiser. 

:'''{{#var:1463|John Stewart (1463)}} has posed:''' "A number of the large Empires don't like our interference in their affairs. We keep order so the universe doesn't fall into chaos. As far as the Guardians of the Universe are concerned, we're only to push the issue if it threatens galactic stability if we don't. We try to respect sovereignty otherwise. We're not conquerers, we're peacekeepers." John affirms. "If someone else can handle that, it frees us for other planets." He smirks, "I can't be on Earth all the time, either. I have other planets to keep watch over, so the various groups keeping the peace on Earth make my job easier. Like the Justice League." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers hmms and nods slowly, "I guess I can understand that a little, especially with the Shi'ar. They seem very..Militant? Is that the right word? It must be nice, exploring an entire solar stem though. I'd love to explore outer space again..,Especially if the Guardians need further assistance. I know Lar had planned to lend his assistance to Star Lord and the others against the brood.." she shrugs. As Superman arrives, one of the Legion officers greets him with a smile and nod. "Hello are you here to see your cousin? I believe she is in the guest room having a chat with John." 

:'''{{#var:15|Superman (15)}} has posed:''' Greeting the Legion officer, Superman smiles and nods. "Yes actually. Thank you." John and Kara. Voices. Superman could hear voices. Down the hall. With a quick nod towards the Legionnaire, ignoring the look of awe he receives, Superman moves down the hall towards the voices. Familiar. This whole ship seems...familiar. Turning a corner towards the Crew habitat, Superman comes upon a small gathering of some of the best heroes there were. John. Mon. And his cousin. "Excuse me everyone. I hope I am not interrupting? You seem to be deep in conversation and I apologize for arriving unannounced." A pause. "Anything I can help with?" 

:'''{{#var:1463|John Stewart (1463)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, I've been getting reports on their work lately. The Shi'ar seem to be negotiating a lot with them." Then, Superman shows up, and John looks to him. John doesn't wear a mask, unlike the previous Green Lantern, but his eyes are drowned in Oan energy. "Oh, nothing serious Superman." John offers a hand to him, "John Stewart, your new Green Lantern for the Sector. I was actually hoping to talk to you about being approved for member status in the League. I'll be your replacement from the Corps with my predecessor busy with galactic affairs." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers turns to see Superman and smiles widely. Why, the last time she saw him, he was presumed dead and even afterwards, all she caught was a brief glimpse of his rather inert, slumbering body amidst a battle against the Suicide Squad who were trying to take him away...Fun times.. "Kal!" she exclaims happily, and steps rather quickly towards him, attempting to hug him if allowed. "It's so good to see you again! It's been forever! How've you been?" 

:'''{{#var:15|Superman (15)}} has posed:''' Taking John's hand in a firm grip, Superman smiles, nods, and says, "Nice to meet you John. Good to have you as our new Green Lantern. Welcome aboard the team." Superman releases the man's hand, and adds, "Consider it done. I'll take care of your membership status as soon as I get back to the JL Watchtower. Drop in anytime and we'll make it official." Turning to face his cousin, Superman can't help but grin. "Hello Kara." Taking her in a hug, he closes his eyes and appreciates the warmth in the embrace. "It is good to see you as well!" Superman grimaces slightly as Kara squeezes tight. "It has been forever. I've been good. Recovering, but feeling back to full strength. I hope you are doing good?" 

:'''{{#var:1463|John Stewart (1463)}} has posed:''' As Kara runs over to Kal, John takes a step back, and crosses his arms as he simply observes, "it sounds like you two have some catching up to do." John notes, "I can leave you to it, if you'd like?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smiles as she takes a good look at him. "You look well..I'm so glad rumours of your death were exaggerated, but.." well, as for herself, she hesitates a bit, "I actually am not doing so great. I actually need to talk to you about something urgent. I git attacked by a mysterious green armoured figure and I..Havent been quite myself ever since. He injected something into me that no one seems to know what it is and I even tried to strangle a close friend recently..Among other things.." she sighs, "I'm really tired though, maybe we can talk later? At the fortress?" she looks to John, "Its okay, you two should catch up, I'm...Suddenly not feeling well, I'll see you two later.." 

:'''{{#var:15|Superman (15)}} has posed:''' As Kara releases him, Superman sheepishly raises a hand. "No, that is fine John. Thank you for that, but we are good." Superman turns and winks at Kara quickly, and easily missed if not watching carefully. "I must admit I am surprised you are meeting on the Legion Cruiser and not the Watchtower. I'll make sure all the access codes are updated. I know Mon-El and Cos are allowed there, so feel free to use it if you need to." A pause, and then, "Did I hear you talking about something going on in Shi'ar space? That is way out there. Is this going to impact Earth? Do I need to prepare the Justice league to repel an invasion?" Superman's voice had a tinge of concern to it. As Kara unleashes her situation, Kal turns and looks at her with surprise and concern. "Of course Kara. Yes. We can catch up and discuss this. Maybe Kelex can figure it out! Get some rest, we can talk later!" 
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13592/A second family dinner with the Summers

2021-07-04T04:39:03Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers had invited Thomas over for a second family gathering - this time it was an evening dinner gathering. While the first gathering had gone rather awry (thanks a lot, Dawn!), Buffy had hoped that she hadn't scared her dad away from ever meeting Thomas again. Which is why she had arranged the dinner herself after learning her dad would be in town. Now, as night falls and after another crazy car ride courtesy of Thomas - which admittedly she is getting used to - Buffy leads him up,the front steps of the house, fumbling with the house keys, "Alright, guess things couldn't possibly get worse than the last time, right?" she laughs nervously, knowing the kind of trouble that tends to follow her.. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith pauses, then turns to Buffy and tilts his head. Barbara Anne summers. I love you more then life itself, but if you ever say 'It couldn't possibly get any worse again, I will run away, screaming like a little girl, and hide under my bed." he says it totally deadpan, though the amusement is obvious in his eyes. Under one arm is a large bowl of potato salad, and under the other a watermelon. He takes a deep breath and smirks ,"First time meeting your dad without back up." He adds, amused. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers smiles, "Domt worry, the whole family will be there, including.." she rolls her eyes, "Dear little Dawn.." she opens the door and peers around...Ohh...It's really..Quiet. "Huh? Where is everyone?" Buffy frowns, peering into the living room. "Oh hey Thomas, why don't you set the food down on the kitchen counter, I'm gonna check upstairs." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith nods slightly, happy to divest himself of the "Not-heavy-just-awkward" load. He sighs and looks around the kitchen, as one might do in a space they have been in, but not frequently. Hopefully no demon attacks. don't demons take holiday's off occasionally? Hell he gave the staff at the Lady a four day weekend.. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers disappears into the living room, quiet for now. When Thomas steps into the kitchen, presumably turning on the light, he may notice a letter there. It says "Sorry honey! Work called me in at the last moment. I'll be home as soon as I can. Dinner is already cooked and in the oven. Just needs to be heated for 20 minutes. Dont wait up for me, Love Mom." Odd, the house seems unusually quiet, and all the lights are off. Is there anyone else here? 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith finds the note and sighs. and he spent /minutes/ whipping up that potato salad too. "Buffy?" He calls out into the void, "Your mom apparently has to work. which means dawn has probably flaked on us, ran off with werewolves or gotten kidnapped." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers doesn't respond as she heads upstairs, still searching for Dawn..Seriously, why is her family soooo weird?! While she's looking around for her sister upstairs, the doorbell rings downstairs. Buffy is apparently too preoccupied upstairs to even pay attention to the bell. Looks like Thomas will have to answer that.. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith sighs shaking his head. Of course compared to /his/ family, Buffy's is practically as Norman Rockwell painting. He sighs a bit, roughing his hair slightly and walking to the door, achieving an effect that would take a stylest hours to craft in mere seconds. Dressed casual today, he opted for a t-shirt so tight you can count his abs through it and jeans so tight you can tell his religion... the irony being that /is/ Thomas in a casual look. He opens the door then looking like a particularly well fed big cat and says simply "Hello?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy's father is waiting on the other side of the door, carrying a rather large home baked apple pie by the looks of it. As Thomas answers the door he is just fixing his hair, smiling as he waits for the door to open..Although his smile quickly fades at the side of Thomas. "Oh! Mr. Raith, I wasn't expecting you to answer the door.." he peers over his shoulder. "Is Joyce here?" he seems a bit...Surprised. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith cocks an eyebrow and looks a bit amused. He steps back and shrugs, "looks like our hostess had a more pressing engagement I'm afraid." he says casually as he steps back. "Got called into work. Buffy and I just arrived ourselves. House seems to be empty, but Buffy is verifying that right now." He says as he gestures the man to Joyce's note. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Hank Summers frowns a bit at that but nods, stepping inside. "Oh! I see., I guess for once, I'm not the late one." he chuckles rather nervously but heads to the kitchen, setting his pie on the table. He finds the nite, frowning as he reads it. "Hm. Hope she'll be back soon, and I suppose Dawn's not back yet either, hmm?" He seems rather..Disappointed. "Oh well, now that you're here, we may as well have a little..Chat.." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith raises his eyebrows at that, but nods. "Will this be the "Just cleaning my gun" speech he asks curiously with an amused smile on his lips. He has been feeding heavily on Buffy the last few days, with the bullet wound almost fully recovered. It's given him an almost tiger like presence. Smooth , silky and very confident in his own power... 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Hank Summers smirks a bit and shrugs, "So etching like that perhaps.." he shrugs as he sets the oven to warm the dinner in the oven, then opens the freezer, pulling out a pair of beers, popping one open and offering the other to him. "We already discussed how you won't hurt my daughter like her former boyfriend before you did. And frankly, I like you. You seem like a nice guy. You look even better than last time we met in fact. I can't help but wonder if you're actually some sort of...Bowflex model or something?" he chuckles as he takes a sip, considering. "However, I know something..Odd went on the last time I was here. Dawn did..Something, although I'm not exactly sure what. I heard screams, and mist coming from her room. Buffy and her rather unusual assortment of...friends..And you of course..Seened to.Handle the situation well, however.." he frowns. "What is this nonsense about my daughter being a 'Slayer'?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith takes the beer and nods, raising it to the other man in a sort of salute before taking a sip. Can't expect a vanilla mortal to have proper manners after all, right? He shakes his head slightly and consider the other man thoughtfully. "Let me ask you something, Do you believe in the supernatural? Ghosts and goblins, things that go bump in the night?" he asks mildly amused and wondering where buffy is. Is the house /that/ large?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Hank frowns deeply at Thomas, and after what he says, he takes a very looong sip of beer before setting his drink down, a bit harder than intended. "Are you *kidding* me? There's no such thing as ghosts! Or goblins. Or vampires for that matter..What sort of nonsense have you been feeding my daughter? Did she not tell you how she once spent several months in a mental asylum for similar delusional thoughts?!" his tone raises up a bit on the last word, clearly angry but doing his best to contain himself. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith takes a long inhale, a long exhale and then laughs pleasantly, the sound almost melodious in the air. "A breath of Sanity, thank God." he says with an easy smile. "The game is called Arcanos. You can look it up online. It's a bit of fun nothing more. Like a modern day horror fantasy thing. buffy plays a slayer. Like a modern Van Helsing type thing. some people go absolutely overboard with it." He takes a deep drink of his beer and adds "Willow is a witch, and I am, if you can believe it, possessed by an incubus. Like a literal sex vampire. It's just a bit of fun though." The lie coming out smooth as smoke over silk. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Well, at least it's better than the truth...Marginally. Hank seems to relax. just a bit anyway, and laughs even. "Hahah, you're an amusing man, Mister Raith!" he takes another loooong sip, chugging down his beer, reaching fir another couple, tossing another at Thomas. "You kids and you're role playing games. And for a moment I thought you were being serious..l" that last part though causes him to narrow his eyes.."Sex.lDemon? What the heck? what kind of ridiculous thing is that? I hope you two aren't involved in some sort of kinky dares?!" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith gives the man a sort of "Just us guys," sort of look and shakes his head with an amused smirk, "Mr. summers, and I say this with /all/ do respect, please don't ask questions you /really/ don't want the answers to." He smirks a bit, "Regarding the game, or for that matter what sort of dares your daughter and I get up to." He pops the cap off the top of the bottle and slaps it out of the air, causing it to sail across the room and land in the trash can. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Hank narrows his eyes at him for a moment, shaking his head, hands clenched into fists..Looks like he miiiight just punch him.. And then he just laughs, patting him on the back all comradely like, "You really are something,Mister Raith, but I suppose my daughter is a grown woman now and I really don't need to know the details. All I need to know is that you're testing her right.." And that's when Buffy steps in. How long has she been standing there? "Dad...? What are you two talking about?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' And how many men have really, really, /Really/ wanted to punch Thomas in the face? Heck Thomas doesn't even react to it any more. I mean seriously, did the man think that he and Buffy shared an apartment, and they stayed up playing board games and tiddly winks? Still when Buffy comes out he smiles simply at her, looking very relieved. "Oh your dad heard someone refer to you as 'The Slayer,' and I had to give him the super abridged version of Arcanos." he says trying to convey as much as possible with a look and not words..." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' "Honey, it's so good to see you again..Sorry I had to cancel on you last time.." he steps towards her, spreading his arms out to welcome her in a hug. Buffy smiles warmly at him, having clearly missed him since the last time they met several months ago, and hugs him tightly. "Dad.." she murmurs, "I'm sooo glad you came this time.." he chuckles as he pulls away, but his smile quickly turns to a frown, reaching out to wrap a finger around the few strands of grey hair. "...What's this? You're going grey prematurely? At your age?!" eyes narrow suspiciously at Thomas. Because of course it's his fault. "Is this man stressing you out?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith rolls his eyes slightly, shaking his head and giving Buffy a look behind her father's back, as if to say "Oh, like it was entirely /my/ fault." though he doesn't say anything, instead going to get Buffy a beer himself and letting her field that one herself. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers draws a deep breath, looking up at her dad with a grown. "Dad, don't blame Thomas for this. I just have a busy life..I'm working two jobs, I'm finishing up college and hoping to be a cop one day, and..." She swallows, wondering if he's ready to hear the truth but a quick glance tells her probably not. "And things.." "Like this silly role playing game you're talking to about? Buffy what are you doing with your life..With him? If he's hurting you.." more daggers are glared at Thomas. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith rolls his eyes while the man glares at him, as if to say "I've heard this before. Then when the man turns back he sticks out his tounge... and then makes wiggling "Moose Antlers" at him as well. Still after that bit of childishness is out of his system, he says "Oh it's a gasme, Buffy's role as the Slayer is possibly the second least stressful part of her life right now." He says with a smirk, 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Hank Summers blinks slowly, peering between the two of them. He reaches for another beer, letting go of Buffy and checks on the food in the oven. "Well dinner's ready! And we're still missing two people but I'm sure Joyce and Dawn will be along shortly.." Buffy chuckles nervously, but nods, slipping into a seat next to Thomas. "I texted Dawn, she said she was in a study session with some friends but will be home any minute. Not sure on Mom.." she casts a worried glance at Thomas. What a day.. 
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13521/The Open Door: House of Illusions

2021-06-25T02:39:10Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' There have been rumours of a new fair opening up in Consy island. Given the warm summery days, it's been quite popular too. There are street performers, a rodeo, all sorts of exciting rides like roller coasters, bumper cars and Ferris wheels. As well as fun little games like a giant maze along with your typical duck shooting games, balloon tosses and other fun things where you can win prizes. And all sorts of unusual foods to try too.. There is also a spooky little house of illusions which is particularly popular. However, there have been recent reports of people going missing upon entering the fair, mostly bright faced teenagers full of energy and potential. Buffy had arrived here, hoping to find clues as to where the kids are vanishing to, and she had brought some Scoobies with her. It's been a hot day but the sun is about to set.Even so, she opted for denim shorts and a black tank top over a flowy white blouse, partly unbuttoned to let some fresh air in. Oh and sandals and a nice straw hat. "Sooo where should we head to, first?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith grins a little bit, "Well I could win you a teddy bear." He himself has opted for cargo shorts with massive pockets and a baggy t-shirt that reads "I'm too sexy for this shirt... but public decency laws mean I have to wear it anyway." He seems completely relaxes and at ease...showing no signs that he has a Kukri strapped to his back or that one of those deep cargo pockets holds his brother's .357" 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Deadpool fights the armored man pushig back and forth as the plane tilts and weaves. He is currently in the air fighting a group of what look to be Japanese men though they have full riot gear on as they all kick, and shove him. The side of the plane is already open the door jimmying off a while ago as the pressure to push them out are already growing. Finally one gets the guts and charges him pushing him and Deadpool out of the plane they fall, and fall Now as the two men fall they punch, and try to stab each other the ground comind up fast. Deadpool makes sure the man can't reach the cord, and the other one desperatly tries to pull the chute he had put on beore he charged him outside. The struggle goes on for a few moments before Deadpool pulls up his legs and kicks off the man to push him back and away a bit securing his landing, and the others demise as the spin makes it just too difficult to pull the chord before the ground comes up to meet him. The man that pushed off Deadpool most likely didn't feel anything, that far up and the solid ground at those speeds he was gone before the pain could strike in as he hits the pavement. Deadpool on the other hand smashes into one of the few cars that were farried over. Smashing through the roof easly there is a large *Slam* then just silence as the cars alarm goes off. His legs and arms are visable now hanging out though there is no movement for a little bit. Then after a moment there is a.. "Oww... ugh..." as he is starting to move again. "Where the hell am I?" he says to himself not sure where the plane dropped him off. If a few more moments start to pass he will start to roll a bit, and start to get up out of the wreckage that is left of the car. There are some worried people around, some pointing with the exclimation "Zombie!" and moving away from that part of the car park though thankfully it was mostly empty as people are looking at the sigts. The other man is dead, and the things on him distroyed including the parachute that just tore on impact. Deadpool thankfully is fully armed with his guns, and two swords wearing his standard Red & Black outfit. It is rather scuffed, and cut in places, but it looks like it somewhat came through the experience intact. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Being that Coney Island was in New York City, you'd think Nick's response time would be quicker since he lives there. But of COURSE the call for help is going on when he's on tour. And currently staying in Metropolis. . Oh freaking hell.. So once again, he's a bit late to the party. . Showing up in slightly higher quality clothing than normal, Nick's hair is pulled back into a ponytail. But that bookbag is at least with him. . He approaches Buffy and Thomas, hands over his ears to block out the sound of the car alarms. He glances to Buffy. "There's just a way you have with timing on these requests..." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers had packed some light weaponry, mostly stakes in her hair, holding up her ponytail like stylish chopsticks, and those spiked tonfa strapped around her thighs, hidden in colorful cases like she's making a fashion statement. She smirks at Nick as she spies him, "Glad you could come either wa--" Woah, what was noise? Eyes narrow as she peers towards the parking lot where Wade..Jumps out of a plane, fighting some other guy before crash landing in the parking lot. "Good grief, what trouble is he up to now? Whatever it is, can't be good, especially if he's in cahoots with the vampires now.." Which is still on the table, but. "Come on, we'd better question him.." and she hurries after him. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith sighs slightly, "So that's a no on the Teddy bear?" he asks casually and smirks a little bit, "Hey Nick. How was the big city?" He shakes his head a bit, "Cooney Island is supposed to be a normal place you take a date right?" he asks the open air. "You eat corn dogs, ride roller coasters... Crazy mercenaries are not supposed to fall on your head are cooney Island.. 

:'''{{#var:6995|Poseidon (6995)}} has posed:''' Not only people flock to a fair like this, but also birds. Crows, magpies, all the little sparrows that are around towns. And, perhaps most prominent, seagulls. There's a whole flock of the white and grey birds, beady little eyes watching for any stray bits of food dropped on the ground. The birds swoop in and snatch the morsels, even through the crowd of people. And not just from the ground. Seagulls are bold little birds. There's the occasional thieving of food right from someone's plate, or bowl, or bag. Even their hands, on occasion if it's held up at the right time at the right angle. Of course, their birdy voices are quite lost amidst the din of the crowd as an undercurrent to the fair's music. Poseidon is also here. He is not a seagull, but he is sitting near the spooky little house of illusions, with a plate of cinnamon and sugar dusted elephant ears atop it. Curiously, the seagulls do /not/ go anywhere near his food. At least, not until he tosses them a bit here or there. His long silver hair and beard glints in the lights. He looks like just another carny. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Deadpool crawls out of the wreckage to fall to the ground with an uumph, he looks up to see the Ferry guy frozen in fear just looking at him. Deadpool grins and holds up a hand, "Relax... Govement testing of fall resistant suits." he explains pulling out a wallet he flips it open for just a moment before he closes it again, "Section 42.. Sir ignore everything you seen here and go along your way." as now he is standing with a hand on his back as it creaks loudly. Of course it was just a library card he showed him, but the guy at the Ferry at least believes him as what else could it be so turns and starts heading away from this as he doesn't want to be a part of those darn goverment types. As Wade looks up and turns looking around a bit. "I think it was an island.. Hey before you go where the hell am I?" he asks to the quickly escaping man, only to get "Coney Island." as a response. He just smiles, and waves letting the man continue turning to see a Buffy heading his way. "Oh no.. its you." he says deflating a bit, their last encounter didn't go well but out of all the places to drop it had to be here, and she had her serious face nn to so he was going to get an ear full. He looks past her and sees Nick who he gives a weak wave to, and then Thomas as that smile gets a little larger. Maybe luck was in his favor as he gets his hands up infont of him as Buffy gets closer. "Whoa whoa... what the hell is this are you stalking me?" he asks acusitory. Though he had not seen her in a bit, he bet she didn't even miss him the nerve of some slayers, as he is now moving towards them. He looks serious as well peering at her like he is going to give her a pieve of his mind, but right before he is about to talk again a flock of seagals swarm around him. He never got along with animals and they were makin sure he knew the picking order, as he waves around a arm. He yells. "I ran I ran so far awaaay!" at them, as they are already staring to disperse to find food as Deadpool now knows not to mess with them. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Nick turns his head looking over towards Wade. The distance allowing for him to lower his hands. A brow arches as he watches the scene but something Buffy says draws his attention back to the slayer. "He's in what now?" As Thomas addresses him, he turns his head, looking to the older man. "Big." He answers, giving a smirk. He chuckles, "Yeah it's alright. During tours I spend most of my time in concert venues or hotels it's not interesting enough to really write home about. And the notable things are also not things to write home about." Nick glances back to the advancing Buffy and then to the target of her approach who is...waving. The musician lifts up a hand, giving a slight wave back. Hearing the Flock of Seagulls singing at the - flock of seagulls, the career musician sighs. "It's going to be a long evening, isn't it?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers smiles faintly at Thomas, "Don't worry, let's beat the bad guys then enjoy ourselves later, hmm?" to Deadpool, she just glares, folding her arms, "Now, why would I be stalking you? More like the other way round." to Nick, she just nods to Wade, "FYI, he recently switched sides after the bad guys promised to grant him his greatest desire. Not only did he shoot Thomas in the arm but he would have done more than that if I hadn't woken up when I did..Bet he knows exactly where the missing kids are gone, don't you, Wade?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith pinches the bridge of his nose. He doesn't contest buffy but there is something... well harmless is the wrong word, but something about Wade that makes it impossible to take the man seriously or as a credible threat. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Deadpool looks at her with a blank look for a moment just listening until he gets an idea, of course this would be interesting if nothing else. He laughs loudly out with hands on hips looking at her before he stops. "Of course I am, they can give me what you three can not of course I am going to." he laughs again, "And who cares about some stupid kids that get in my way." as he pulls a knife out holding it infront of him. "And I won't tell you a dang thing." he whips it forward aiming at Nick, as he starts sprinting. He just takes off with no key of the switch from fight to flight, but he knew the one he would have the worse chances against is the one he doesn't understand, and it worked in his favor so he decides to push his luck a little further. So with the throw he sprints back towards the fair part looking to maybe lose them in the crowd, of course he has drawn a pistol as he is running not shooting it yet as it will start chaos, but for now he is just sprinting as fast as he can. He can sprint at top human speed so he is actually rather fast, way faster then a normal person as he is just bolting through soon to be dodging through the crowd. In his mind he is heading directly to the mirrors, he figured maybe if he brought them there they would be able to do whatever, and he would just have to help out a little bit to make sure it all worked out his way. 

:'''{{#var:6995|Poseidon (6995)}} has posed:''' Poseidon looks curiously toward the flock of seagulls attacking someone. Interesting. He casually eats a bit of his fried bread and cinnamon goodness, while watching. As he watches, he notes the byplay between the two groups. And has a suspicion. As such, he contemplates eventualities. And one of those occurs and a knife is thrown. He flicks his fingers, ever so slightly, and the water from a bottle someone walking past the group is about to drink swirls up and out of the bottle. And straight into that knife, slowing it and knocking it off course to clatter on the gravel underfoot, the water splashing around it. Poseidon's blue eyes turn toward the fleeing figure of the man who'd thrown the knife. Coming straight at him. Curiously, he does nothing to stop or even hinder Deadpool. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Nick glances over to Thomas at the mention of Thomas being shot in the arm. Geez. He's really out of the loop a lot. Well, guess turnabout, fair play, and all that. Seeing the expression, Nick gives a small nod of acceptance. Yes. It will be a long evening. "God give me the strength." He murmurs. Glancing down, bringing his left hand up to rub at his temples. Now. Wade's more or less talking to Buffy. So when he glances up in time to see a knife being thrown at him. He doesn't really have time to phantasm. Instead he ends up dropping back to past memories. The arms, both scarred and unscarred, shift defensively to protect the more vital areas as he tries to shift out of the path of the knife. And then the knife gets knocked away by water. Lowering his arms, he looks to the wet knife, and then towards the fleeing Deadpool. Eyes narrowing, he starts following after as well. The scar on the right forearm fades, reappearing on the left. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers blinks, "Nick, look out!" but thankfully, a mysterious jet of water...Knocks it out of the way? "Okaaay, random much.." she narrows her eyes, trying to find the source of said water. "Or not..Maybe you have a guardian Angel, hmm?" But there's no time to chat, she takes off after Deadpool, proving to be considerably faster than any normal human. Though it'll be tricky to avoid bumping into the random person here or there. Fortunately the house of mirrors is not too far from where they are, maybe a hundred yards or so. "Excuse me, pardon me!" it'd be easier to toss a dagger at him or something, but Buffy doesn't need to worry about security guards slowing them down too. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith is also, as you say, considerably faster then a normal human. He doesn't even wait for the knife to be knocked away before he is after Wade, not afraid at all to use his preternatural speed to chase the Merc down. And not afraid to play dirty, he calls out to the crowd ahead of the mercenary "Stop Him! He touched my little girl!" 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' As he gets into the crowd it is easy, and now people are looking around he just pushes through thankfully close he runs till he gets to the entrance of the mirror place. Thomas still can see him just by following the path of people who are pointing him out now, but as Deadpool approaches the entrance he pulls out a gun, changing to a clip with a blue slash in tape on the bottom. He stops at the entrnce taking in a few breaths he looks up at the old man. He whispers, "Blanks.. don't tell them though." and holds the gun up shooting it twice into the air. This of course disperses the crowd around him, as he yells "Everyone back.." though doesn't point the gun at anyone putting it away again. He is obviously visable now as he turns to enter the Mirror place, the shots though even blanks moved everyone away from him so that he was perfectly visable though before he goes in he reaches into a pocket and tosses some coins to the old man, "Our little secret." he notes with a finger infront of his mouth and a wink a shared secret between strangers. As he heads inside the place walking into the Mirror maze infront of the others, not looking behind him now as he enters. He had to find these kids they were talking about obviously and now he had these people chasing him. The chaos of it was perfect as he moved through the mirrors further in hoping to find the kids themselves or the Vamps that had them. Finally he would find two 'workers' though it would be obvious they are not what they seem, as he explains how their target Thomas was coming and to be ready. He might of forgot to mention that the slayer, and others were coming as well as what fun was it ruining the surprise. Not even the bad guys were safe around Deadpool as he moved forward hoping the others would get slowed down he would bot be as they seemed to welcome him in other then stop his entry almost like he was expected. 

:'''{{#var:6995|Poseidon (6995)}} has posed:''' Or a Guardian God of the Seas and Storms? Poseidon's eyes crinkle at the edges, the only bit of smile that can be seen as he's called an Angel. At Thomas' dirty tactics, Poseidon raises a brow. He holds his tongue, however. This is getting curiouser and curiouser. Meanwhile, he pops another piece of fried doughey goodness into his mouth. His attention goes to Deadpool with those words. Blanks. He nods. And says nothing. Stuffs another bit of the bread into his mouth. Hey, it's good! He chuckles at those coins tossed toward him, and calmly picks them up and pockets them. And again, says nothing. Instead, he stuffs the last of the fry bread into his mouth and rises to his feet. He dusts his hands off against each other and ambles toward a recycle bin. The bit of paper that had held the now devoured bread is balled up and tossed into the receptical. Posiedon wanders around toward the back of the mirror house. Toward the exit. For all the world as though he was a worker on a break and is now getting back to his job. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' As Buffy tries to avoid bumping into people. Nick makes for a mostly straight path. Not minding how the portions of body that are out of his field of vision are faring, any overlap with persons going the opposite direction is ignored as he simply passes through them. The upper part of his body at the very least makes the bare minimum effort to look like he's going around people. But as the flood of people increases from the gunfire. Even Nick ends up staggering against the torrent. His expression seems to get even more irritated. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' As the crowds clear and gunshots ring through to scare more away, it's easier to follow Deadpool into the house of illusions, which seems to be one of those creepy fun houses full of mirrors and mazes and all sorts of trap doors and fake windows which makes it easier to get lost in here, and harder to find your way out. "Split up, find the missing kids! Keep em away from Deadpool." Buffy says as she vanishes down a hallway. Even as she speaks, those house staff come out and it's obvious they are not your typical humans. They grin wickedly, nodding to Deadpool, one of them jerking his hand towards an eastern pathway, "Couple of kids down that way, the rest are near the very middle room." They rush off then, and as darkness starts to fall outside hey are more confident, rushing to engage Thomas and Nick and Buffy, baring their fangs and putting on their game faces as they reveal an assortment of deadly weapons, swords, spiked flails, and axes. There are two rushing at Thomas, two more at Nick. The sounds of screams can be heard coming from the northern path and to the west. There are still kids in here, if they can get past the goons. As if that's not enough, a flurry of multiple reflective mirrors and a strange swaying, dizzying motion as if on a rocky ship can now be felt..Was this part of the show or something more sinister? Sure feels real. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith has been feeding rather well the last several days. unfortunately the majority of that energy has been being diverted into healing a frigging gunshot would. Still he lets his hunger be his guide. He leaves the gun in his pocket, for now. Bullets would tear through these mirror walls...well like glass. Still his Kukri has no such issues and fortunately these Vamps drop into ash piles... 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Deadpool stops he looks back to where the others are, or in the general direction as they are in the maze, then back at the kids. This would be a perfect spot to get Thomas, or the Dagger by jumping them when they are alone though he doesn't move towards them. He turns to look towards the screaming kids, and sighs chances are they would be fine, and he could get a lot done, but... well he just couldn't leave them in that situation. He grumbled to himself about how this better not ruin his reputation as with a sigh he heads down the path they pointed out to get to where the kids are. As he follows the path it is rather easy to get to them as they had pointed out the way. He enters to room to see how bad it already is. He was only human, well meta, or mutant, well something.. so he couldn't do anything before but he was here now. He looked around at the others in the room, "It is go time.. lets pick it up. Get out there pick them off.. Go quickly," and points to the hallway they need to go down. He sighs a bit, "Hurry up I will guard the kids." as one of the kids actually break free enough to grab onto him. What he did next he regrets, but had to be down as he smacks the kid hard enough to knock him back on the floor, drawing blood as he drew his weapon. He pointed at any of the vamps that might of been triggered by the new blood drawn, "These are not for you.. Now go or I will tell him you ran from the one named Thomas when we had the chance to kill him." His eyes are cold, and now all the kids are afraid of him he points a sword at the kids, "I can take care of this, if they misact I will be sure to show them the point." and laughs. He hoped it was enough, and doesn't look like he is bluffing as he could easly cut any of the kids with the sword as they were kids after all. He didn't want to, but the threat was there just to reasure them they were leaving them in good hands. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Nick continues moving forward, arms reaching back and into the closed backpack. As one weapon is swung at him, he leans out the other way to avoid the swipe. Spinning around, he pulls out a drumstick from the bag and shoves it inside the assailent before letting go. Continuing his spin he turns to the other assailent, pulling out the other drumstick. Second verse, same as the first. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' The first wave of vamps are easily dealt with by Nick and Thomas. But if they continue down, things get a bit trickier. Thomas will encounter another two camps before they're quickly dispatched by Buffy who walks towards him with a smirk. "You're losing your touch, hun..How about a quick break?" with that seductive smile, she glides towards him and attempts to wrap her arms around his neck, dipping in for a kiss...A gleaming knife hidden behind her back, ready to strike.. Meanwhile Nick will encounter a girl crying in the corner. Hey is that Dawn? "Nick, help me! they bit- me, it hurts.." she grabs her injured arm, for him to see. if he comes closer. The kids with Deadpool scream and back away although the vamps seem convinced as he hits one of them. "Violeta wants em all, bring em to the central room, there's a trapdoor there!" and then they turn and leave to round up more kids. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smiles a bit and gives Buffy a wicked sort of smile. "In the hall of mirrors?" he asks playfully, "Who knows who might be watching. Never knew you could be so...kinky." Then he moves fast, pinning Psudo Buffy agienst the wall, the knife still behind her back and kisses her, hard... sucking whatever life force is keeping the Vamp pretending to be hear out... "They never learn." he says wiping his lips with distatse. "And that one needed to brush her teeth." 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' As Wade watches them leave he just shakes his head, "Really... like I can be trusted with anything." and laughs as he looks around at the kids. "You little brats mean nothing... You." he grabs the arm of the one he hit earlier it just is not that kids day as he lifts him to his feet to start dragging him towards where the Trap door was. He wasn't sure what was down there, but he had no intention of heading that way. Instead he listened and traveled back into the maze kid in hand. He stoped at the door, "I am putting an explosive on the other side of the door. If you open it... Boom.. So stay here, and shut up." and then moves out of the room shutting the door again. He sets up what looks to be an explosive on the door with wires heading out all the different ways then grins to himself grabbing the kid again and moving in. The explosive on the door was a dud, but if anyone without explosive knowledge were to look at it the thing would look real. He heads back into the maze, and it doesn't take long to find a Buffy fighting the others. As he enters he says "Hey.. Hey.. Knock it off. She is mine." holding the kid to his side, he uses his other hand to show her the gun before shoving it into the kids back careful to hide the blue tape on the bottom. "My orders have nothing to do with kids, but I won't leave here totally defeated.. Give me the dagger, or I shoot the kid right here infront of you." he says looking at her with cold eyes. If he is blufffing then it is hard to tell with the mask but you have seen that face right before he killed people before. He doesn't smile, or joke, he just stares at her. "Give me the Dagger, and he is yours... it is that simple.. You maybe fast Thomas, but my finger is faster.. don't you try nothing either." he adds just keeping that gun to the kids back. He doesn't mention the trap door or anything yet instead focusing on his goal as that dagger was for the guy he talked bout this Violeta lady he didn't know so he would follow his own path. There is a sound of a hammer being pulled back, "And don't waste my time telling me you don't have it. I would really had this one having to die because your memory didn't stand up to the test." 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Coming across the crying girl. The phantasmed Nick starts to move over. Blinking as the familar look registers. "...Dawn?" A few more steps occur before he stops out of arms reach. He looks to the legs, seeing if they are injured or attached to anything. "Well. Get up." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy-Vamp smirks at Thomas, almost dripping with lust as she continues to hungrily kiss him..And then her eyes widen as she feels her body getting hotter..The vamp may be undead and have an un rating heart but in her immense excitement, as he feeds on her it practically explodes and he still feeds on her dries husk until she withers away to dust, shrieking as she fades away.. As for 'Dawn', she smirks at Nick, pulling out a pair of daggers and bares her fangs as she rushes towards him. "If you ssssay ssso!" she smirks, moving with lightning speed, trying to slice and dice at him. The real Buffy meanwhile, finds her way to Wade and she quickly types a text to Thomas and Nick. Then, as the other kids flee, or try to, until they find themselves locked in the room next door, she approaches Deadpool, eyes narrowed, focused on the scared looking kid. "I knew it, you bastard. Let the kid go.." although she knows, as fast as she is, at this angle, the trained mercenary could easily kill the kid before she reaches him. Maybe, maybe not. Too much of gamble. "Dammit.." she grits her teeth, pulling the Athame out of her purse, tossing it towards Deadpool. At least it'll be hard to catch it and still hold onto the kid. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith hears Buffy's words bouncing through the walls of mirrors and he grunts. "To Empty night with this." And then he takes off his shirt. His bare abs rippling slightly under toned skin. He wraps his shirt around his hand and then punches the wall, shattering the mirror there and stepping through the glass. Punch, SMASH, step. Sometimes the fastest way between two points is a straight line. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' As the dagger is thrown Deadpool pushes the kid forward at Buffy bringing up his gun. As he grabs the dagger bouncing off the ground he puts a few shots out there in her general direction, though he knows they are blanks she didn't so he hoped to keep her away a bit. He retreats back shooting her direction, and fleas back towards the 'trap door' he got what he came for, but he wasn't done here just yet. He looks back prop to see a pissed Buffy, but the kids will prob buy him some more time. He runs directly to the trap-door then stops turning he smiles to himself.. "Ooops." he says dropping one of his other guns right next to the trap-door, before he pulls a phone out, he makes a call. "Can't talk now.. I have the dagger, and they are in the trap... The rest is up to you." and closes it turning to move away again now he doesn't have some kid following him He glances back at where the others were he wanted to kill some vamps too, but it wasn't ment to be. He sighs a bit, and hopes they would spot the door as his gun was unique and none of the other vamps had one. He glances around, "Time to go... it seems the tide she be a turning." and laughs to himself as he starts whistling now walking towards the back of the place to escape now that his part had been played. He actually laughed again as he heard glass breaking, someone finally getting the good idea to just move straight through. "Good luck." he whispered, before returning to his whistle trusting the others to take care of this mess. He put a lot of trust in those three today, that they would follow him, save the kids, and maybe find the baddie in he basement. Holding up the dagger to the light he shakes his head, this thing better be important though as he had done a lot to ge it for the man, at least he didn't have to kill any kids. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' As the Dawn shows her horns and charges the musician. Nick channels an inner matador and spins to the side to avoid the Dawnish Bull. ¡Olé! Let's be honest, it probably helps that he was phantasmed for what parts that didn't get out of the way. Idle suspicion confirmed, Nick reaches into his backpack to pull out another drumstick. Slinging his arm forward, he shoves it through the Dawn of the dead. Hearing the exchange, Nick angles himself towards the voice and starts running. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Dawnpire shrieks as Nick drives a stake through her, exploding in dust. Hopefully both Nick and Thomas make their way to Buffy's position as she catches the kid once Deadpool foees, and ducks as he shoots his gun at her. "Woah.." But glancing around after he flees, she realizes that there are no bullets in the walls. Ir mirrors. "Blanks...? What the..." She however, must tend to the bleeding kid first, checking his wounds and wrapping any that need immediate attention though they seem fairly minor. "Nick, Thomas, those kids are behind that door..Looks like an explosive on it..?" But dammit, Deadpool got away with the Athame. But hey at least they git to the kids..? 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith shrugs slightly, "When all you have is a hammer..." He offers casually and punches through the wall beside the door and into the room, leaving the device untouched and in place... He offers the kids a beautiful smile, his skin glowing slightly and making him look almost angelic. "So," he asks casually, "who wants ice cream?" 
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13541/Alone in Central Park

2021-06-23T19:27:29Z

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|Date of Scene=2021/06/22
|Location=Central Park, Manhattan
|Synopsis=By sheer coincidence, Kit managed to meet two other mutants in central park and wound up with an offer for a place to stay.
|Cast of Characters=10042,9025,248
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' Nearly mid-day and Central Park is alive with people, from picnics to people relaxing, joggers and geriatrics feeding the birds. It's in a more wooded area of the park though that Kit suddenly wakes up, his body curled up tight among the branches of a large tree, somewhat out of view. He moves an arm, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and quietly mutters, "Slept in again..." to himself. 

:'''{{#var:9025|Alice (9025)}} has posed:''' Alice had taken a run in central park and now was starting to slow down. Searching for her water bottle from the pockets, she slows even more. Finally she stops and start stretching in the shade of a few trees, letthng her long legs rest on a park bench fo a few more moments. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Phew, is it ever hot! Good thing she has her wings to fan her, and while Megan should be trying to make more of an effort to hide them, well, it just felt too good to fan herself with her wings every so often as she jogs around the park circuit. Dressed in a garish green and pink tie dye t-shirt and black biker shorts and bright pink running shoes, pink hair tied back into a high ponytail, she's bound to attract the wrong kind of attention. Hopefully there are no mutant haters around. 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' When Kit notices the people around, he curses under his breath, ears laying back a little as he checks his clothing. Jeans still on? Check, hoodie? Check! He pulls his hood up, carefully slipping it over his ears as far as he can. Normally he'd find a spot to remain out of view, but this is too many people for his liking. He tries to quietly climb down out of the tree, trying his best to stay out of sight, but his usual run of luck catches up to him. A branch breaks and he lands with a THWUMP! on his back, letting out a groan a moment later once he's able to breathe again. 

:'''{{#var:9025|Alice (9025)}} has posed:''' Alice gives Pixie a wave as she passes by her. "Hey Megs!" she greets, taking a quick sip before following after her so she doesn't get left behind too much. "Taking your vacation down in good old New York?" she asks, the bottle in her hand spraying some of its contents out. The movement from the tree makes her head turn and slow again, before she speeds again. Which brings her right under the breaking branch when it cracks, coming down upon her with a scream from her. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn smiles and waves to Alice, slowing her own jog, stretching her legs and taking looong sips of her cool ice water. Phew, it sure is hot today! "Hey Alice, how's it going?" she smirks and shrugs, "Not really a vacay, just enjoying a day off. You?" She blinks, following Alice's gaze towards the tree, and frowns a bit as she notices someone falling out of the tree. "Ohh..Heey, are you..Okay..?" she's not entirely sure who - or what - she's looking at at first..A large animal of some sort, or..? 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' "Please don't s--" he starts to say something, then he hears the scream and jerks to a sitting position with a wince, looking towards Alice and calling out to her, "Are you hurt?" His hood had fallen off as he sat up and when Megan speaks, his ears swivel back to catch the sound. He glances to her for a moment. "I'll be fi--" Then he notices the wings and stops, giving a momentary look before he chuckles, though the sound ends in more of a cough. 

:'''{{#var:9025|Alice (9025)}} has posed:''' Alice fights with the branches in her face, shoving them away as she tries to get herself free before making a basic check how it is. "Ouch! That hurts..." she mutters as she bruhes over a few scratches from the branch, shaking herself as she eyes to Megan, then Kit... and stops for a moment, trying to parse if she had seen him before. "You're not from Brunswick, are you?" 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn peers at Alice, offering her a hand up. "Heey, did you cut yourself? I might have a bandaid around here somewhere.." she peers into her cute anime mini backpack for a bandaid, offering some to Alice if needed. She then peers at the new comer, biting her lip. Oh. Is he a mutant? Reminds her a bit of Jax. But..Scarier. Still.. "What is it? What's so funny?" she pouts a bit, folding her wings back against her. Was she that funny looking? "Anyway, look who's talking". Oh wait, did she just say that out loud? Megan gasps and covers her mouth. "Err, I mean..sorry, didn't mean, err..Hi! I'm Megan. And this is Alice. Are you..You' know, a mutant?" 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' "I didn't expect to meet another mutant," Kit says with another glance to Megan. Then he picks himself up, keeping himself a little slumped, trying not to stand his full height. "And yeah, at least that's what I've been told." When Alice comes out of the fallen branch, Kit moves over to her, studying her scratches with those mismatched eyes of his and almost reflexively, his left hand - or paw? Are those paws? - moves out towards them, his claws crackling with a sudden violet energy for a moment before he stops himself. He draws his hand back towards his muzzle, almost like he's about to gnaw on his own knuckles as he murmurs, "Sorry! Please don't scream..." then a mild pause as he shrinks back a little, adding, "I can.. I can fix, those." as he motions to her cuts. 

:'''{{#var:9025|Alice (9025)}} has posed:''' Alice is mostly ok but for a few scratches, but still is ok with Kit coming closer. "Eh, no need, those are but small." she notes, flinching a moment as she brushes over one of those. "You ain't from Brunswick, that much is clear. That's like the place where there are more of us than mundanes." Her eyes narrow at the request not to scream, and she balls a hand, glancing over her shoulder and then down the path. "Why should I scream?" 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn's eyes widen a bit as she studies the new Mutant, but tries not to stare. Well, at least he's not standing at his full height, or else she might feel juust a bit intimidated. "O-oh, you can heal? Really? That's pretty cool.." She chuckles, "It's okay, you're one of us, so no need to be worried. Hey, what's your name? Do you live around here?" she glances up at the tree curiously, wondering if he lives in trees or...You never know.,. 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' 'Us', it's that one word that makes Kit relax. He lets his legs buckle, coming to sit on his knees as he gives a sigh of relief, muttering, "You're both mutants." more to himself than anyone else. He closes his eyes for a moment, then explains, "People usually scream when they see me..." with a look to Alice. "Sort of a reasonable response when someone sees a giant monster, you know? Then again, some of them have tried to shoot me too." Then he looks to Megan and nods, "Mm-hmm, I can actually fix just about anything." Then he pauses, standing up again as he walks towards the tree. "Speaking of which.." He jumps up onto a branch, finding where the one on the ground had broken away from. "Let's just, put this back." he says as energy crackles around one arm. The fallen branch lifts away from the ground, away from the others and comes to hold in place where it had broken while Kit traces his claws over the broken wood, leaving a soft, violet glow around where it had frayed that quickly begins fusing the wood back together. When he's finished, he jumps back down, landing in a crouch before he sits back on his knees again, "My name's Kit and.. sort of? I don't really live anywhere. Not easy to find a place to stay when you've got a tail. I usually just sleep in trees or the occasional abandon building." 

:'''{{#var:9025|Alice (9025)}} has posed:''' Alice snorts a moment as Kit calls out normally. "You know, if you shape hard plastic like wet clay, you are not exactly average. And what constitutes a monster isn't looks, even if Hollywood wants you to believe that. Its how you behave. The real monsters are not those that look bad, they are those that commit atrocities." As Kit shows off hiealing the tree, she whistles, brushing through her hair. "Well... you allow me to call someone? I might arrange for a stay somewhere. How come you're down here in central park, New York? Dreaming of being a hero?" 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn nods in agreement with Alice. "She's right you know. It's what you do that makes you a monster or not. Not how you look. And to be fair, I've seen all sorts of mutants, soo, it'll take a lot to scare me!" Maybe.. She peers up at the tree then, as he uses some sort of glowy lighty thing to fix it, eyes widenned in appreciation. "Oooh, wooow, that's sooo cool! What a cool power!" she grins, offering a hand. "Nice to meet you, Kit!" Although she pouts a bit, tilting her head. "Oh..Really? You just live wherever? That's too bad. And kinda sad. I know of a place where you might be able to stay..Although I'm not sure I have the proper authority to just open the doors to you. Do you typically hang out in this park, Kit?" 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' Kit chuckles a little, his lips tugging back in a faint smile as he explains, "I know I'm not a monster, but it's how many people see me." He gives a little shrug, then adds, "People see a huge animal with claws and fangs and assume I'm dangerous." Then he looks between Metan and Alice for a moment, one of his ears perking up slightly as the other folds to one side. "I mean, I wouldn't mind having a place to stay. I can pay for room and board fairly easily, it's just not easy finding places that'll let me." He looks to Megan when she mentions 'sad' and tilts his head, "Sad? How? I mean, it's not much different than camping." He stretches a little, then curls his tail around his legs and adds, "As for hanging out here, I've been sleeping in that tree for the last few days." To the question of 'being a hero' he just chuckles a little and gives Alice a weird look, "A Hero? Please, people run in fear when they see me. Nah, I'm here looking for someone. My grandfather was only able to teach me so much about magic, but he told me about this legendary sorcerer somewhere around here, so I've been trying to find him since I got off the boat." 

:'''{{#var:9025|Alice (9025)}} has posed:''' Alice raises an eyebrow as he mentions magic, once more brushing through her hair. "Magic? Eh, not my ield of expertise. But maybe we can rrage a spot for you to spend a few nights at least. A roof is better than not, even if you are lucky and it's summer. And over in Brunswick nobody would bat an eye." 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn ooohs, "You know magic? That's sooo awesome! I've been trying to learn, but it's been pretty slow going, y'know, between working for the Xmen, college, and trying to assist in teaching music. Of course I've found a suitable teacher..Maybe, but she's kinda scary.." Megan makes a face as she says that. "Yeaah, it's too bad that other people like to judge us mutants based on our looks. I feel sorry for the Morlocks, living in the sewers. But, it'd probably be safer for you to be around like minded individuals. I'm gonna make some calls and I'll get back to you as soon as I ca. Unfortunately, I'm pretty new, so I don't think I have the authority to just 'let you in', y'know?" She peers around, "Soo, a sorcerer, huh? What's he look like?" of course that's when her phone suddenly rings and she meeps. "I gotta take this call.." Megan steps away from the two of them for a moment as she pulls out her phone and murmurs into it. 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' Kit nods a little at the mention of a roof being better than none, "Well, usually yeah. Might give me a chance to get rid of these fleas for a while too." he says, scratching at the back of his neck a little. "As for the sorcerer, I don't know what he looks like, that's part of the problem. I've got a possible lead, but it'll be a few days before I can look into it." Then the phone rings and Kit's ears twitch a bit, but he just nods. 

:'''{{#var:9025|Alice (9025)}} has posed:''' "FLEAS?" Alice asks with almost a shriek, trying to dial a number on her cellphone, but cursing that she can't get a connection a little later. "Dang, well, you'll need to see a doc or something about those. But do you know a name for that sorcerer you seek?" 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' Kit nearly falls over laughing at the shriek, regaining himself a moment later to explain, "I actually have something I use to get rid of them, I just need a shower to use it." with a smile, then he shakes his head and admits, "I actually don't know anything about him except for the fact that grandpa called him the 'Sorcerer Supreme'. Kinda sounds more like a fast food item to me, but oh well." 

:'''{{#var:9025|Alice (9025)}} has posed:''' Alice hmmms, shaking her head slowly. "Can't say I know thoat one. I mean, never heard that title, but maybe Megan might know or know someone that might know. If he had a movie, I could tell you like anything..." 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' Kit shakes his head and chuckles a little, "Yeah, no. Grandpa couldn't tell me much about him either. It feels a little like I'm chasing a myth sometimes with how little information I've managed to find." 

:'''{{#var:9025|Alice (9025)}} has posed:''' Alice calls a different number as she tries through some. "Well, that is something for tomorrow. The task for today is to get you a roof for the night." 
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13547/A Mutant Sighting!

2021-06-23T19:26:38Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn had never actually set foot in the staff meeting hall. But with the sudden disappearance of the current music teacher, she had been asked to step in as a temporary TA/substitute teacher. Which meant she also had more access to staff offices, and more responsibilities and expectations. It's a little intimidating, especially as she had a recent run-in with a mutant on the streets. And she wasn't sure what to do about it, so she had requested a meeting with the next available staff member, which happened to be Emma. As she waits, she wanders around the meeting hall, peering at this and that in silent awe. 

:'''{{#var:113|Emma Frost (113)}} has posed:''' Emma Frost steps in, wearing a white pants-suit with a teardrop diamond necklace and matching earrings. Her hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail, almost informal but, of course, perfectly stylish, her heels clicking on the floor as she steps inside. "Oh. Are you lost or do you belong here? I can't ever keep up. The school keeps hiring its own graduates. Positively incestuous," she says. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn is dressed more like a student than a teacher really. Pink shrug over lacy white tank top and jeans, pink hair falling loosely about her shoulders with that trademark black headband and black streaks throughout her hair. If one didn't know her well enough to know what she is, they might just assume she's a displaced punk rocker. Which honestly isn't all that far off, considering she plays pretty crazy music too. She blinks slowly as she sees Emma step in and inwardly sighs, having hoped to have a meeting with one of the...Less strict teachers, but one can never be too picky now, can they? Megan grimaces a bit and shakes her head, taking a step towards her. "Umm, hii Ms. Frost. It's me, Megan? Remember, I took some business classes with you a while back? I'm all graduated now. Actually Ms. Grey asked me to stand in and teach some music classes after the current teacher kinda went MIA." 

:'''{{#var:113|Emma Frost (113)}} has posed:''' Emma Frost peers, "Of course I remember you, I merely hadn't deciphered whether you had become a part of the faculty after my most recent sabbatical. A middling student, with good understanding but a predeliction towards the sentimental," she says, as if recalling Megan's file. "I wasn't aware you were a musical sort, but I suppose that's just as well. I enjoy music, from time to time, although much of what constitutes the popular version thereof doesn't count for much more than excrement, in my opinion." She goes to the espresso machine that she had personally installed, selecting several concentrated shots of cappuccino in her cup. "How are you finding the other side of the classroom?" 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn pouts at the 'middling' part and folds her arms. "Heey, it sometimes pays to be a bit more...Sentimental, y'know? I know it's a dog-eat-dog world out there, but that's exactly why people should have each others' backs!" She smirks. "Heh, I'm very musically inclined, I formed a band while in school here, but we broke up after graduation and people going their separate ways." Megan's chipper demeanor seems slightly sadenned at the memory. "ANYHOO, things are, uh...Fine, busy but I'm managing!" she beams, peering at the espresso machine. Ooh, coffee. Coffee and her equals HYPER. So naturally Megs starts searching her pockets for some change. Yyyyyup! "Oh hey, I actually needed to talk to you about something.." 

:'''{{#var:113|Emma Frost (113)}} has posed:''' Emma Frost makes a face, "I would not know. I am not a 'dog' person," she says. She sees the fuddling about for change, "You do not need to put money in. It's a service for the faculty, you can use it at your leisure for free. Don't abuse the privilege or I'll take it back to my office, though," she says. She doesn't bother remarking about the people 'watching each other's backs' or 'needing' each other. Disgusting. "I am listening, even if it seems that I'm not. Do go on." 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn oooohs. "Free coffee? So cool!" she giggles. "I wonder what else is free around here. Do you have like...Free donut day or anything?" oh no, of cooouurse she wont abuse privileges! Nope! Siigh. Too bad Jean wasn't here. She's soooo much nicer. But. Alas..Megan draws a deep breath as she tries to figure out how to say this as convincingly as possible. "Um, soo I was in the park the other day, and I came across this mutant. He was like, an obvious mutant too, not like, hidden or anything. Very tall and muscular, covered in fur. Looked like bipedal humanoid cat or...Dog?" she winces, recalling that Emma is not a 'dog person' "Umm, anyway looks like he's homeless, just sleeping in the park or wherever he can find shelter. I was wondering if we might offer him a place to stay here?" 

:'''{{#var:113|Emma Frost (113)}} has posed:''' Emma Frost takes a seat, crossing her legs and taking a soft sip of her coffee. "I have never understood the appeal of the park. It is not nature and it is not urban. One should choose one or the other, not a manicured approximation of something that comes better in the wild," she says. "I don't know that it's within my jurisdiction to offer shelter, although, knowing Jean to be the bleeding heart that she is, I find it likely he would be welcomed, provided he isn't so feral that he's aggressive or prone to relieving himself on the floor." 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn hmms, "Well....Isn't it still nature, even if it's...Uh...Tamed nature?" she steps towards the espresso machine rather eagerly, peering at the buttons, grabbing a cup and looooooooots of sugar before selecting one with lots of cream and starts pouring. "I mean, it's nice and sunny and warm out there now, but there are still lots of mutant haters out and about." She sighs, "I'm just afraid he'll get the wrong kind of attention. And he IS more agentle giant than anything. He has some kinda healing ability as well as magical knowledge. He offered to heal Alice when she got hit by a...Err, stray falling branch.." No need to go into awkward details there. 

:'''{{#var:113|Emma Frost (113)}} has posed:''' Emma Frost peers slightly at the last bit. She can certainly recognize when someone is fudging around details in order to avoid something embarrassing, but her indifference far outweighs her curiosity. "I suppose I'm at least authorized to let you bring the boy to campus. Have you even asked him if he wants to come here? If he is as you say, he may prefer the free lifestyle of being a vagabond. I am told there are those who do." 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn blinks at the cup, nearly overfilling it and some spills on her hand. "Ouch! hot!!" she meeps and nearly drops the overfull cup, but manages to get it over to the sink and pour some in there, replacing hot water with cold as she blows on the cup. "Phew...Um..Welll, yeah, I said I miiiiiight know of a place and would get back to him. He said it would be nice to have an actual safe place to stay instead of running around all the time. I know it's especially hard to feel safe on the streets when ya look like a big furry talking hyena thingy...Err..Person..Mutant! Mutant!" Bah, soo awwkwaaaard. 

:'''{{#var:113|Emma Frost (113)}} has posed:''' Emma Frost taps her nails lightly on the side of her cup, "You'd bets get your nouns in order if you want to offer this stranger comfort. If he's been treated as a horror show, which one would expect of a mutant with an inhuman appearance, living on the streets, then he might respond less than positively to being dehumanized by those professing to help him," she says. "So long as he behaves himself, as I said, I imagine he would be fine." 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn pouts. "Well, you know what I mean. he's a good guy, just...A bit scary looking is all." hey, she's still new to this whole welcoming scary looking mutants. "Right, I'll let him know. I'm sure he'll be ever grateful. I've already written up a report but will notify Ms Grey too, as soon as I can." she nods and smiles, "Thanks Ms. Frost! Is there anything else I need to do? Any paperwork or anything?" 

:'''{{#var:113|Emma Frost (113)}} has posed:''' Emma Frost sets her cup down, 'If there is, I don't know about it and even if I did, I certainly wouldn't care. Pester Jean about such things," she says, making a dismissive hand gesture. "Good luck to you and your Sasquatch friend." 
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13542/Shopaholics

2021-06-23T05:21:26Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers had decided to drag the team out to another mall, although hopefully, they wont attract the same kind of trouble that they attracted last time. Firstly, she still needed to acquire a cute costume for Willow. Secondly, she needed to help Austin to find a good costume. Of course, Kara isn't really into sewing, but maybe they can find some cool outfit that they can modify or something? So she waits in the foodcourt after sending out a text, impatiently waiting for her team mates to join her as she munches on a neopolitan ice cream.. 

:'''{{#var:976|Cassie Sandsmark (976)}} has posed:''' Cassie Sandsmark has come along. Though she really has no idea what this is all about. Other than ice cream from the look of it. Walking up to Kara she smiles, "Hey Kara. what's up?" She looks around, "Another fire sale at American Topic? Or is it Eternally 21 this time?" 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Imagine Ca-- Actually, you know what? that gag is getting old Tina is dressed up like Catwoman, 'nough said. The tiny Capuchin monkey perched on Austin's shoulder, chirping at him as if annoyed. "Yes, I know it doesn't go with your outfit," He says almost absently, "But if you don't wear your service animal vest, you can't go into the mall." The tones that of someone making a familiar argument and not likely for the last time. He is wearing a black t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off that reads "Jesus never tapped." with the T in tapped being a cross. As he approaches the food court he waves to Kara and Cassie but runs over to the Ice cream stand. "Can I get a Banana split?" He asks the girl behind the counter. "Just hold the whipped cream? And the nuts? And the pineapple? and the Strawberry? And the hot fudge? And the ice cream?" The girl behind the counter offers a bemused smile. "So you want... a banana?" Austin just grins and the girl steps back offering the piece of fruit right to Tina. "On the house." She says amused. Austin just grins gratefully as Tina peels her fruit. "Uhh, Hi ladies." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers is dressed in a simple pair of faded blue jeans and a red tank top (apparently she likes those sorts of colors that resemble her costume, go figure!) When she spots Cassie first, she grins and waves to her, "Heey Cas! Glad you could make it." she shrugs. "Not a whole lot of biiig sales today, not like at Lexmall, but it'll do. I figured it'd be good to get out and about, have some fun, get Austin a new costume.." Speaking of, there is the newest member now! She smiles and waves to him. "Hey hey, how goes, Austin? Got an idea of what you wanna wear as a costume yet? And how about Tina?" she grins and waves to the monkey once they've got their rather specific ice cream. 

:'''{{#var:976|Cassie Sandsmark (976)}} has posed:''' Cassie Sandsmark looks amused then tilts her head, "Costume?" She looks to Austin, "hey AD... " eyes moving to the little friend, "Cat-Tina..." she says with mirth. She looks back to Kara, "Just what are these costumes for, again?" 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Austin Dallas says, "chuckles a little bit, pulling out a chair for Tina to hop down onto and delicately eat her Banana As Austin takes the other free seat. "I've done some sketching I guess. They aren't the greatest but.." He pulls out the notebook and offers it over. They aren't horrible, but they won't win any rewards either. Mostly red and black with a hood and no sleeves. "Want to make sure I can keep all my senses going, that's why I don't want like gloves or some total face covering mask..." He says sipping from a bottle of ice water. He smiles at Cassie, "Basically so I'm not just running around in my Gotham Knights hoodie all the time."" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smirks and nods to Austin, "Why, our newest member, of course. I know y'all are happy to do your own thing, but the world sees the Titans as still younger than Justice League and possibly a bit less reliable too. We need to prove to the world that they can trust us and take us as seriously as the Justice League. And that starts with a uniform, or costume of some sort." She peers at Austin's sketches and chuckles, "Hey, that's pretty cool, casual but stands out. I like it! We should be able to find something similar around here..I'm not big on sewing, but..I'm sure we could grab something basic and make some modifications..And what about Tina? What kinds of cute costumes would you like, hmm?" She can't speak monkey, but she's hoping at least Austin can understand her. 

:'''{{#var:976|Cassie Sandsmark (976)}} has posed:''' Cassie Sandsmark listens to Austin's line of thought and nods, "Makes sense. Maybe.. fingerless gloves? I dunno." SHe looks to Kara, "That's because the Justice League still treats us like we're Tweens not over legal drinking age." She pauses, "Well. Some of us anyway." A shrug. "So no mask... no hands coverings..no sleeves. So something like a Lucha Libre body suit. Without the mask? Tina would look adorable in a little matching outfit. Just saying." 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Austin Dallas grins a little bit and smiles at Cassie, wincing slightly as Tina starts sounding off just a little bit. "She likes to stick to...female outfits." He says with a bit of a smile adding to Supergirl, "She likes to pick out her own outfits, like Cosplay's almost." He takes another sip of water and adds, "She has one of yours too, but she hasn't figured out how you keep the skirt down." He chuckles a bit. "And no, I don't really speak Monkey, I just kind of understand what she is trying to say usually. Just, you know from being around her so much. Starfire apparently understands her though. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers sighs and nods slowly to Cassie, "Yeaah, they kinda do, don't they. I heard about that proposed mentoring program idea of Batman's. I dunno.." she shrugs. Kara's not sure how exactly she achieved JLA status herself but, it's about time the rest of them proved to the world, they're just as worthy. "Ooh, matching outfits does sound cute. Those Lucha Libra bodysuits were kinda weird though..Are you going for skin fitting or something looser and more comfy?" 

:'''{{#var:976|Cassie Sandsmark (976)}} has posed:''' Cassie Sandsmark grins to Austin, "Okay. but I draw the line at her cribbing my style. Even I hate copying my own style" because that makes sense but still really not feeling the little one dressing like Wonder Girl. She looks to Kara, "eh. It wasn't a idea as much as an order. I swear the guy must have had a lousy childhood. Military brat or something, you know? He just tries to boss everyone around. Every. One. I bet he tries to order his own reflection in the mirror around when no one's looking.." 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Austin Dallas grins just a little bit, "I mean, I'm not thinking like Spandex or anything like that." He says with an amused smile. "I'm used to running around in a Hoodie or going bare chested in the octagon, so I guess something that isn't going to constrict me at all would be best?" He says with a smile. "I'm still pretty new to all this. You see this calm face? This is me trying not to do cartwheels because I am having Ice cream with... well you." he says with a grin. tina? Tina meanwhile does the thumb/finger square thing towards Cassie, as if trying to size up her look... 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers frowns, "Oh really? An order? That's soo not cool. Geez." she rolls her eyes. "Well, who gives him the authority to do that anyway? I'm sure there are better ways to handle things." She nods and grins to Austin. "I think I know just the place..C'mon, there's this athletic store that sells an assortment of cool and stylish outfits for running around. Could probably buy something basic and modify it, or go for a ready made outfit.." And she leads the way to Athletarama - a rather derpy name, but the outfits they sell are pretty cool, everything from hoodies of every size color and shape, to spandex cycling suits, shorts and tanks and t-shirts, and even long hoodies for both guys and girls. They also have fancy masks, some covering the whole face, some just the lower face, as well as arm and shin guards and biking gloves and longer gloves too, which, if you mix and match enough, you can actaully come up with some pretty cool costumy looking things. 

:'''{{#var:976|Cassie Sandsmark (976)}} has posed:''' Cassie Sandsmark tosses a healthy bit of side-eye at Tina. "No cribbing my style, girl. Define your own. Make everyone else want to copy you, mm?" She winks then looks to Kara, "Athletarama? Man... that place is just.. " she sighs, "Fine.. fine!" she shuffles in looking like she's sure it will feel and smell like sad and lonely desperation. 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Austin Dallas grins as Tina just sighs and throws up her hands, though in a equally playful manner. Still she hops over to Cassie's shoulder casually as Austin follows Kara in to look at the various bits of gear. "I guess I always thought that you guys had like special secret tailors or something." He admits as he looks at a shirt that is about the right shade of red... 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers chuckles and shrugs. "Hmm, well, my own outfit was a kind of...Parting gift from my parents. And it has symbolic meaning, as the S-shield represents my family crest." she seems a bit sad as she recalls that rather grim part of her history. "But I guess some other heroes make their own, others get tailors to make them. I know a great costume shop downtown that customizes costumes.." She smiles as she peers around for something that Willow might like. "See any good stuff yet?" 

:'''{{#var:976|Cassie Sandsmark (976)}} has posed:''' Cassie Sandsmark glances around the store, "Well, I have to say your parents at least had good taste? Most of us look like circus clowns when our parents try to dress us" she jokes. "I designed y own. Not that my early designs were any good.. wigs and goggles. ugh." She blinks as she picks up a passenger, "Well hello, there. Don't think this is going to get me to agree to let you copy my style," she protests to the little hitchhiker. 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Austin Dallas picks up a sort of motorcycle jacket with hard and reinforced shoulders and back plate, though not leather. "I'd need to take the slaves off this," he muses considering. "And it doesn't have a hood so that's an issue." He says making a face as he considers. Still he tries the jacket on, tightening it down at the wrists.. Tina meanwhile offers Cassie half of her banana in a piece offering with a large smile. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smiles faintly and nods to Cassie. "They sure did.." she does get a chuckle out of Kara at that, nodding in a greement. "True, guess they really did have good taste. And hey, we all have to start somewhere, right?" Hey, even she went through an awkward phase with that weird denim mini skirt and whit cut off top. What was that about? "Ooh, I like that, we can work with that, I'm not a big seamstress, but I can still help. I think it'll look cool. How about Tina?" 

:'''{{#var:976|Cassie Sandsmark (976)}} has posed:''' Cassie Sandsmark flashes a grin at Kara, "The standards are probably the best. Getting too wild just never seems to work unless you're, you know... Deadpool or the Condiment King..." Glancing to Austin's selection she nods, "That would be pretty durable. We could tech it out further back at the tower, too. More protection and all, y'know?" She looks to Kara at the question about Tina, glancing back to her little passenger, "Yeah.. now what about you? Gonnd go all Hell's Angels too?" 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Tina waves her hand dismissively and grins chattering slightly. Austin chuckles, "Aren't likely to find something in her size in here," He comments picking up a sort of riding mask. It leaves the nose exposed and has several vent holes over the mouth, but would work as a bit of coverage. "probably wreck my sense of taste, but I don't go around licking the air usually." He comments. He nods again towards his friend on Cassie's shoulder. "I buy most of her outfits at either the Babydoll boutique or Build a bear. Sometimes there is something nice in infants sections." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers chuckles at the wild hero references. "You're right there, I mean, the Condiment King? Really? That's too much.." she smirks as she peers at the stuff. "Do you have experience in making costumes then, Cas? I'll bet with all your cool outfits you can help him better than me.." As for Tina, Kara just smirks, "Well...If she's not too offended, maybe some of the infant outfits would work..?" As she thinks, Kara peers around at said outfits. "Sometimes they have matching ones for kids here.." She's also keeping an eye on cute outfits for Willow, although she's more Boho/light goth, less athletic jock. 

:'''{{#var:976|Cassie Sandsmark (976)}} has posed:''' Cassie Sandsmark looks to Austin, "Okay, I know you did -not- just say you dress her at We-r-Babies..." She looks to Tina, "He's really that tacky? Woooow..." She reaches up to light scruffle Tina's head. "Poor girl. Or Buildr-Bearz? Seriously?" She looks to Kara, "Remeber My first costume was a denim jacket, a Wonder Woman tee shirt, spandex bike shorts, Chuck Taylors. A black wig. And: Goggles. They held the wig on." She shudders, "Since then? Diana and Donna have helped here and there. Though my most recent? It was largely designed by my dad I guess you could say. He goes around in a toga but wanted his "little girl" covered up properly. At least it's long pants and a tee. The armor over it.. well.." She shrugs some. 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Austin Dallas chuckles a bit and says "Actually she dresses herself for the most part." he considers, "At this point I think she actually takes up more of my closet space with her clothes then mine do." He takes a step away to make sure no one and nothing is within arms reach, and throws a flurry of test punches to see how the jacket moves with him. "It's gonna get hot in the summer but yeah I think this'll work." He says and grins as Kara finds a nearly identical one in the infants section. He smiles at Cassie, "Ever since my little sister's taught her to play dress up, she is completely unbearable... but seriously finding nice outfits in her size is frustrating. You can only find really good stuff at Halloween. That's where she got the Catwoman get up. And her supergirl outfit." He adds amused. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers chuckles, "A toga? Are you for real? Is he like, a Greek philosopher or something?" she smirks. Hey, it's possible. "Well, I like the idea of a wig, I used to wear a wig in my civilian identity initially. But it was a pain, especially on hot days. She nods in agreement to Austin, "Always a good idea to keep both summer and winter in mind. Sometimes they have good fabrics that keep you at a good temperature in both climates." Kara steps back as Austin flies a few test punches. "Heey, that's a good look for you though. And yeah, Halloween's a great time to find good costumes for reals. Although you have to get creative sometimes too." As she talks, her gaze sweeps the store, and frowns. "Huh, was that..Black Hoodie guy? What are we calling him now, Vangelis?" after his dad, apparently? 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar had begun to feel a bit stronger by now, enough to finally come out of the infirmary. He's still not quite at 100% but certainly getting there. "What's a toga?" he asks. Apparently it's something Greek philosophers wear.     But he notices her frowning. "What's wrong?" And his gaze follows hers, searching for the mysterious stranger they'd encountered earlier. If she thought she saw him, there's a good chance he is here. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers would rather not ruin this fun little outing with another 'incident'. She nods slowly to Lar, tugging him along. "Come on, lets go for a walk.." and she'll leave Austin and Cassie to continue to shop and try on clothes as she hastens out of the store and pauses, peering around. "Coulda sworn I saw Vangelis.." Kara glances down the hallway, peering this way and that for a minute, and sighs, "Geez, can't I just have one day of fun without some sort of interruption? Seriously, I wanna have fun, go party, not worry constantly about the wellbeing of others." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Heh, tell me about it." Lar replies with a slight sigh. "The responsibilities we have accepted are heavy." You know, the whole 'with great power comes great responsibility' stuff, but that's about the most cliche thing to say right now so he doesn't say it like that. "But we all need a break from them every once and a while. Just like most Terrans need vacation time from their jobs."     He lets himself get pulled away from the others, walking with Kara to wherever it is she'd like to go. "Let's just hope he doesn't start another scene." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smiles, "Well, I guess I can't complain. I mean, at least I don't have nearly the level of responsibilities that you have. And yet you still risk your life to save others. I mean..I have no issues with being a superhero, saving lives and all that, just.." She sighs, glancing back towards the athletic store they just left. "I suppose, when I know that the responsibility of other superheroes falls into my hands, and the decisions I make can affect people than myself, sometimes it's like a major burden. Sometimes I just cant seem to find time to relax and have fun, when I'm worrying about when the next villains like Vangelis is gonna strike, y'know?" Of course, it doesn't look like there's any sign of the young villain anywhere. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar was scanning about himself, but he didn't see Vangelis, either. "Well, it looks like we might be in the clear, at least for now." he says after a brief pause.     "Heh, yeah. In the future I led the entire Legion. Uh, I know that sounds weird, because it's technically in the future but also technically in my past?" he rubs the back of his head. "I don't know. Time is weird. But anyway, it can be a hard burden to bear, being responsible for the lives of your teammates." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers chuckles and nods. "Right, the Legion. I remember, I helped you guys out with the whole Superman thing a while back. Or at least, here, in your 'past' I guess.." she sighs and rubs her eyes, "Geez, that must get soo confusing, trying to keep the timelines straight, trying not to change the past too much. But hey, you guys were like, thousands of years in the future, right? I'd like to see that just once.." She peers around and grins, "Come on, while we're here, we may as well have some fun..Did you know they have a huge carousel on the top floor? I've never checked it out before.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Well, it's about a thousand years, yeah. But not thousandS plural." Lar replies, putting the emphasis on the 's'. "Also, technically that future is a different future that may or may not follow right now's present, depending. You know, since the Legion coming back here at all changes things." He shakes his head. "Anyway, it's enough to make your head spin and you've got better things to worry about."     A brow goes up at the mention fo a carousel. "Oh, a carousel? What sort of carousel?" he asks. "I know that word refers to a mechanism that rotates, but there must be something special about this one that has you this excited?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers hmms and nods. He's probably told her about his time travelling adventures many times in the past, although his stories never cease to bore her. "You must miss the future, home sometimes, right?" She smiles, "Oh, you know..Like a life sized carousel..With all sorts of animals on it that you can ride, and music and lights and mirrors...I've heard that it's a new exhibit and always wanted to check it out. I once had a white horse back home that I used to ride, it'd be fun to pretend to ride him again..Wanna check it out?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Well the future actually isn't my home." Lar answers. "I spent a lot of time there, but this millenium is actually where I was born." he shrugs. "I don't know, the 31st century has its perks, but there are nice things unique to the second millenium, too."     He watches her intently as she describes the carousel. "That...does indeed sound like a very exciting sort of carousel." he says with a nod. "You've definitely got a good pitch there." And he waits for her to lead the way. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers hmms, "That's...Really really confusing. No matter how many times you tell me. But..Maybe one day I can see the future too? I mean, if you ever, ever get your ship repaired again." She shrugs, "Of course, compared to earth, Krypton seems pretty futuristic anyway. I wonder how earth would compare a few hundred years or a thousand years in the future." But hey, right now, she really wants to check out that carosel, and she chuckles and nods, leading the way. "OKay then, lets go!" Of course there are lots of distractions on the way...Like a flashy little photo booth that lets you add all sorts of cool special effects to your picture. Naturally Kara has to stop there and try and convince Lar to take a photo with her. Then there's a couple of dress shops with pretty dresses. Kara is still determined to party like she used to way back when, one of these days.. And ooh, there's an arcade too! She just has to pause and play a few video games, because they're so cute and retro (Dance dance revolution is especially funnn). Oh wait, where were they headed again? She's kinda lost at this point. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah, if we ever get the time to actually finish that, which would require the rest of the galaxy to behave for some significant amount of time." Lar says half-jokingly. "Not sure if that's going to happen any time soon, but if it does I promise I'll take you there." he says, smiling.     Then they're off to the carousel, but Kara finds plenty of other fun things to do along the way. He obliges her at every turn. Taking a few photos with funny frames, giving his opinion on the dresses, and playing some DDR with her too. "What are these weird things in the pictures, anyway?" he asks, frowning pensively at one of the pictures, it has cartoony panda bears around the edges with neon colored balloons and such. "Are they some kind of animal? I don't think I've ever seen any that look quite like those in all my time on this planet. Not that it's much." he adds.     As they approach their destination, he points at a rotating thing that must be the carousel she's talking about because it has all the lights and mirrors and animal statue things she was talking about. "That it? You know, what you really need is some time to cut loose. People like us don't get to do that very often....just fly away somewhere, where we don't have to worry about hurting anyone or wrecking anything important and--" he shrugs and makes a loose gesture with his arms to indicate the idea of just 'letting it go'. "I think there's even a song about it on this planet, isn't there? Isn't it literally called 'Let It Go'?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers is actually having fun for a change, which is nice after all that stressful leadership stuff. And she still has so many things to worry about, with the mysterious armoured guy and the Brood in space and helping the Guardians.. She really is enjoying herself, and wishing she did this more often. "Ooh those little black and white fluffy critters? I believe they call em 'Pandas'. They have them at the zoo. I've never been but I'd like to go one day." Although she'd really hoped to take Owen there on a date sometime, though she hasn't really seen him around much lately. Maybe he's pulling over time shifts at his cinema job? At the mention of letting go, she chuckles, "Ooh, I know that one, from Frozen right? I think they have a frozen 2 now too, I should check in with Owen soon, he always gets the heads up on the latest movies. The first one was great though!" She cheerily hums that song as they head for the carousel and peers at all the colourful animals like dragons and a white unicorn and Pegasus and Griffin. "Ooooo it's so pretty. I love the unicorn, it reminds me of my horse comet.." she reaches out to touch the unicorn which has a soft silky coat and long silky brush able mane and tail. None of those fake metal animal critters. "Heey, have you ever ridden an animal before? This'll be fun!" she waits for him to choose a critter before buying a ticket. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Pandas...hmm..." Lar echoes thoughtfully, studying the photo frame. "They do look interesting." After a moment, he puts it away and follows her to the carousel as she starts admiring all the pretty statues. "Uh, yeah. 'Frozen', I think that was it. Drake told me about that one once. So how about it, huh? We could go anywhere, really...haven't been to Venus in a long time. The lightning storms are pretty neat."     It does seem like people are riding on the statues, does it? "Huh, I didn't know you were thinking of riding on it, sounded like some kind of museum exhibit. But yeah, I have ridden on an animal before, but not ones like these." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers chuckles, "Venus, huh? I've seen it at night sometimes. It's really pretty, although isn't it supposed to be full of noxious sulphurous fumes?" still, it'd probably be prettier up close. "You know what, let's go for it, I haven't checked out any planets before, mostly just hung out on earth. It might be fun!" She chuckles and nods, swinging up on the white unicorn, stroking its mane, "Yip! They're rideable! Cmon, pick one, the next ride is about to start!" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah, I can't promise it'll smell great," Lar chuckles, scoffing a little bit. "But I'm sure we could find a pocket of slightly less smelly atmosphere?" he says, laughing. "Really, you're Kryptonian and you haven't even at -least- visited the rest of the planets in the Sol system? Come on. I'll have to give you a tour or something."     When she jumps onto a unicorn and urges him to pick one himself, he gets a look of fake indignation on his face. "Tell me to pick one -after- you jump onto the very one I -was- going to pick? How insensitive. Guess we'll just have to share." With that, the Daxamite gets onto the back of the unicorn, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You know, 'zoo' is a funny word." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers shrugs, "Well, In the four years I've been on earth, I've spent most of my time just getting used to this new home. Sure I've visited the moon and just hung out in suave. But you're right. It'd be nice to explore the solar system in more detail." she chuckles, "A tour sounds like fun, count me in!" But the ride is about to start and she waves frantically at him, "Heey you'd better hurry up!" she's a bit surprised when he hops behind her to share a ride, getting in close which is..Familiar and a little sad. They hadn't been this close since they were together so long ago. "Hmm.." she murmurs thoughtfully , grabbing the reins of the unicorn as they start to twirl around the carousel slowly. Colorful lights adorn the carousel, bright mirrors flashing colourful light around the room as the tune 'Carnival of the Animals' begins to play. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "You never fully get used to a planet that isn't home, though." Lar murmurs, leaning into her a bit and resting his chin on her shoulder as the ride starts and the music begins to play.     It is sad...and Lar is reminded of the reason why he can't be with her. At least not like this, and not for long. For a moment, he questions that resolution, just thinking about how much he loves every inch of her with all of his being...maybe he's wrong about his people. Maybe there is something he can do to convince them to accept her. Maybe even his family...but he brushes the thought off. No...he'd already tried. And trying was -painful-, in more ways than one. He wasn't ready to go through that again.     "I've missed you, Kara." he says with a quiet sigh. "Being with you, like this."     There's a brief pause, and the music and the sound of children laughing as the ride spins around fills the silence. "You know, I wasn't so sure I was going to make it earlier--back on the Javelin. But I want you to know, that no matter what happens, you will always and forever be the love of my life." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smiles softly, closing her eyes as she gets swept away in the music and the rhythm of the ride. For a moment she imagines she's back on Krypton, flying on the back of Comet the super horse, moving so fast that the world was a blur. She flinches ever so slightly at the touch of his chin on her shoulder, swallowing a bit. "It's..There's really no reason in pining over the past. I know, your family issues make things hard between us, and what we had was intense and burning, but brief.." The memory makes her feel a bit sad too, but there's no point in pining over a past you can never have. "Doesn't mean we can't still be friends and help each other out, right? You'll always be my best friend, and we'll always share a special bond no matter what." The ride is slowing down now, the bittersweet, eerie music slowly fading away. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     As the ride comes to a stop, he gently takes her chin her chin in his hand and turns her face toward his, planting a brief kiss on her forehead. "I know, Kara. I know." he says softly, then pulls away. "I'm sorry." he sighs sadly. "I didn't mean to make you feel sad. You--you should go find Owen. He's a good man, I can tell already. What you have with him--hold onto it as hard as you can, okay?"     Then he gets off of the unicorn statue, letting his voice go back to a normal tone. "Venus next weekend then, okay? Be there. Well, that is, unless Star-Lord needs us in deep space or something." he winks at her, not wanting to just...leave her like that, with the longing looks. 
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13522/Ominous Warnings

2021-06-19T04:45:15Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' It's a quiet late evening at the Magic Box, which is good, because Buffy is trying to get some research done on recent events. Any information at all on the enemies that have been largely underground lately is hard to come by, and she's really hoping that Willow or Giles will pop by. They've always been better at this sort of stuff than her. As the evening drags on, Buffy yawns a bit, pouring herself a cup of coffee to keep awake. She's been pulling a few extra shifts here as things get busier over the summer. 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' Willow wasn't working. In fact she had booked all the evenings off this week to catch up on the other things she was behind in. In other word, she was burning the candle at both ends and for once it was catching up on her. She was supposed to be back home doing her laundry. Instead she was at the Magic Box. "Hi Buffy! Are you the only one working tonight?" Don't do it. Don't do it. Don't do.. "I can help you if you need it?" Maybe she find a way to bring up her news. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers yawns a bit, rubbing her eyes. Earlier in the day, it had been pretty busy, but things are thankfully slowing down in the evening. She's about ready to close shop when Willow steps in. "Willow, hey! How have you been?" she shrugs, "It's a slow night and I can probably close up in a few but thanks. I was just trying to do some research on these vampire lords but not much luck yet.." 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' "A new kind of vampire?" As she walks in, the last customer walks out. Quickly Willow turns the sign to "Come Again!" and turns off the forward lights, leaving the back lights on. "Pour me a coffee while I put the register to sleep." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers nods and smiles, "Thanks Willow!" she steps around the counter, heading for the back room to make some coffee. If they do end up researching tonight, she'll need the extra caffeine too. She pouts them both a cup, adding two sugars and milk before bringing them out and setting them on the table, along with a plate of shortbread cookies. "Oh, you know, those vamps we found in the underground subway a couple weeks back? Called themselves the Vampire Lords? Well, one of them attacked me the other day while I was in that dream world..Or rather, a few of his demon servants. Luckily Thomas and Deadpool were there to stop them but we caught a glimpse of one of these Vampire Lords..Big guy, super strong. Good thing the sun was just coming up. Still not entirely sure what they're up to. Wonder they are in the history books? 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' "Strange. Vampire lords aren't supposed to be strong and buff. Usually when they get to the lordship they have aged a lot." Give and take a few hundred years. Willow comes and sits down. "I guess I haven't been around much." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers hmms, "Well for one thing, they would be pretty old, I mean, look at Angel for instance, He's older and therefore stronger than your average vamp. Although the Whirlwind are well known..I wonder if these guys are the same in age and power as them? Maybe we're looking in the wrong geographical area? I mean, The whirlwind mostly set up shop in Europe, by the looks of it, these vamp lords seem to be more African or Middle Eastern in appearance. Hmm do we have any books on vampires in that area?" 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' "May-be.." Come to think of it, they normally didn't deal with many Afro-centric things, especially vampires. "I think I know where there might be something. If not, I can try at John's house?" Willow found some books that she *thought* might have some interesting, if not valuable information. "Here you go." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers oohs, "Awesome! I guess I was looking in the wrong place." she grabs the books, spreading them out on the table, sifting through them, "Speaking of, have you seen Constantine lately? After he got shot that time, I haven't really seen him around much. I thought he'd have healed up by now.." 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' Willow has not. "I was hoping that you had seen him." John was prone to skipping out. A lot. "Oh dear." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers shrugs, "I'm sure he just needs to rest up, hopefully he's not curled up in his man cave, getting drunk. I gotta be more careful with him around alcohol I guess.." she sighs a bit tiredly as she sifts through pages. It's hard to find some info, but there is a page or two about vampire lords from the 1600s or so, seven in total who swathed a path of destruction through Africa and the Middle East. Before they travelled to America and were confronted by the Slayer of the time, a witch, a dhampire and some other allies, who teamed up to defeat them and their army by turning them to stone and sacrificing themselves in exchange. Of the seven, only four were recently revived. There are some pictures too: A petite brown skinned Ethiopian woman with magical talents including wind and lightning manipulation abilities. An Iranian woman with raven hair and light brown skin with psychic powers similar to Drusilla. And two Egyptian brothers with impressive strength and speed for vampires. "I recognize two of the four, guess these are our new enemies.." 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' "I guess." Willow frowns. "I guess I'll look over it.." In my copious amount of free time. Not. "How's Thomas doing?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers hmms, "He's still recovering after Deadpool shot him in the arm, apparently so he could get to the vamp that had tried to kidnap me faster..And then of course Wade seemingly defected, when the vamp said he could grant his fondest desire, to die.." she frowns, "Not sure if Wade is bluffing or really considering betraying us, but the fact that he shot Thomas because he thought he was in the way was NOT cool. Nor was turning his gun on him when the vamp urged him to kill Thomas and prove his loyalty. And he would have, if the sun hadn't risen at that point." 
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13515/Singing in the Park

2021-06-18T00:51:17Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' It's a gloriously sunny day in the park, a day when mutants are out and about and enjoying the sun. With recent crises like the mutant cure no longer a threat, and with Dr Brightman working around the clock, perhaps crime rates are dropping just a bit lately. Today there are a little spring festivities going on, complete with a barbecue, wading pools, frisbees being tossed..Oh, and a little karaoke machine is set up where numerous people are taking turns singing in competition. Megan is also here, wandering about, blowing bubbles on her fancy mega big bubble blower, having quite the time as she flutters around, chasing people with bubbles. It's nice to not have to hide amongst her kind, and she's wearing a bright green tshirt and denim cut off, bright pink hair loose and fluttering around as she spreads out those colorful glistening wings of hers. "Whee!" 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' There's been little for Jay Guthrie to do in the last couple of weeks. After a semi-public breakup and losing a couple of gigs as well as the label he was working to sign with...well there just wasn't much left for the mutant. Still, he finds some joy in smaller things. Like the little festivities in the part. Jay's actually set up a little spot where he can play music for people to listen to when they tire of karaoke frisbee tossing. He does, every so often, glance over to Pixie to watch as she flies and chases people with - of all things - bubbles. A shake of his head as there's a lull in people gathered so he sets his guitar aside, standing and walking over to the flying pink mutant. "Having fun, Pixie?" 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn giggles as she spins and twirls, enjoying the spray of water from the wading pool as she ducks and darts to avoid people wry to chase her. She only stops when she spies a familiar red winged Guthrie, smiling and waving to him as she dips down to join him. "Jay! Heeey, how you been? Is Andrea around too?" she glances around, half expecting the other songstress to pop out at any minute..Clearly, she hasn't heard the latest news. 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' Jay Guthrie blinks and winces at the same time, trying to maintain his smile as that name is brought up. "Ah...no...unfortunately. She isn't.. well she and I.." He falters, shaking his head. "We aren't together anymore. So I don't rightly know where she is, Miss Megan." He offers in that drawl he has. Taking another look around for a moment, he goes finally give a little more of a genuine smile. "It's nice to see you out here enjoyin' yerself. It's a nice day and this little shindig is likely just what some folk in this city needed." A glance back to Megan after a moment. "Where'd you get that bubble gun anyway?" 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn bliiiiiiiinks at that, and nearly drops her gun in surprise. "Wait, what? Ooooh nooo..." age sighs and shakes her head, wings dropping markedly at that. "But I thought...You guys seemed so...Aweeee, that's soooo sad!" Shed ask where Andrea is, but best not to pry further. Besides, wasn't she touring out of the country or something? She'd heard some kind of rumour like that..But y'know..Rumours an' all.. Still, Megs smiles faintly and nods, "I'm doing alright, still trying to make a break through with my music, and of course, training with the Xmen and all..Oh yeah, I'm learning magic with Illy too!" yup, she's keeping busy. "Hey, are you still playing wuth the Blue Pirates?" oh right, the bubble gun. She just giggles, hiding it behind her back. What a mysterious girl she can be. 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' Jay Guthrie shrugs. "Things happen. What might seem nice and tidy on the outside, all shined up and pretty...ain't always as pretty on the inside." He offers and then gives a sad smile. "It is sad...but we're both moving on. Prolly for the best." Still, Jay's got plenty of issues to work through. His brother is trying to help him, but it's all slow going. If Jay was walled up before - oh boy - it's ten fold now. Despite, he smiles and nods. "Well good. I'm glad you're keepin' yourself busy, Miss Megan. How are things at the mansion anyhow? Everyone doin' well?" There's another pause. "I mean I still jam with them, but they're under Andrea's label and I... never signed. So... I don't think I'll be professionally playin' with them, no." Then the gun is put behind her back and Jay lifts a brow. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn smiles, "I suppose that's true. The only thing constant in life is change, right?" she sighs and shrugs, it's a bit more complicated because she was closer to Andrea than Jay but.."Hey, if you need anything...You know, like a back up singer or something. My band broke up after we graduated from highschool, and it's been hard going solo. Butyou know other stuff too, venting, kicking butt..Anything.."r She giggles, pulling out her bubble gun. "You like? I got it from some little market square in town.." 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' Jay Guthrie shrugs and nods. "I mean I'm still tryin' to find my feet, but I will keep that in mind Miss Megan." Jay offers and then tilts his head. "Sorry to hear about your band..." Had he heard it before? Likely. When one is sort of beside themselves mentally they tend to forget even the easiest things. "My brother took a lot of my venting the other day... but thanks... I'm just tryin' ta find a place before she comes back from her tour..." The bubble gun earns another look, and a smile. "It's cute." 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn smiles, "It's okay, I mean, life happens, right?" she giggles and playfully sprays more bubbles around, quite enjoying her new little toy. "Hmm, that's tough, can you move back to Xavier'a? You still have a dorm there, don't you? Otherwise, I wonder if Roberto's company can help you find a place even temporary til you can find a permanent place?" 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' "I actually think Roberto's company is doing some sort of housing for mutant alumni or...something. I'm going to try and set up a meeting with him soon." Which, for Jay, can mean as soon as, or never. "I ain't really keen on goin' back to the school...nicely tucked in my solitude and such. Plus...I don't wanna take any spotlight off Sam." He watches the bubbles. Smiles. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn nods, "Right, he's been busy lately, oh hey, I work for him now too on a very part time basis of course, I'll put in a word for you." hey, it's a good starting point. As for the school, she chuckles, "Yeah, I guess you folks weren't real,y looking to be superhero types. It's a lot of work, tho things have been pretty quiet lately.." 
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13483/A few little big problems

2021-06-15T20:54:49Z

Buffy:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2021/06/11
|Location=Living Quarters, Titans Tower
|Synopsis=The Titans have a meeting on current issues. Plans are made.
|Cast of Characters=55,54,212,9935,9825,58
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' It's been a while since the Titans had any proper meetings, but Supergirl is determined to change that. Starting with today. She's done her best to tidy up the living room, clearing the mig central table on which she has laid out a map of the stars, and has a little white board set up. "Okay guys, I know this is kinda last minute, but I have a number of important things to address.." of course she is waiting patiently (or trying to) for Titans and allies to trickle in. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake is actually there pretty early he tries to make sure he supports SG. He has had to run these meetings in the past, and is there to help if she needs it. 

:'''{{#var:212|Conner (212)}} has posed:''' Conner 'trickles in' with an eye on his cellphone, some typing going. "Hey guys," he glances up, pocketing the phone. "It is okay, I am pretty much moving in here until I find a job that allows me rent a place in the city. Ugh... internships. It is like legalized slavery." He sights, flopping down on a chair. "Nevermind me, what is the plan?" 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Owen Mercer was not a member of the Titans, but he sure did seem to spend a lot of time hanging out at the Tower, such as he was now. He had helped with the tidying up of the living room, although there was that brief two hour period where the Titans television was dominated by a soccer match... that Australia had nothing to do with. A few people had asked him why Italy and Turkey was so important. He had explained, in great detail, but they still didn't understand. Although the opening musical act with Andrea Bocelli singing Nessum Dorma was lovely. He was in the kitchen making snacks right now, which meant he had borrowed somebody's apron. It was pink, with hello kitty on it. He had turned it over, and it was pink there too. So naturally, he folded the front down, wrapped it around his waist, and made it work. He was currently chopping peppers, his hand seemingly moving faster than the eye could see. The oven smelt of freshly baked bread, and he was working on the chilli to go with it. 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Imagine if you will, the Black Widow. The lithe athletic body, the skin tight catsuit, the long flowing red hair... And now imagine it on a Capuchin Monkey. Austin meanwhile in his typical well worn Gotham Knights hoodie rushes in as fast as he can, much to Tina's distress. He got the message to be at a meeting at Titan's tower with the rest of the team. "The rset of the Team, that means I'm in right? That totally means I'm in..." He grins, as the monkey wraps her long tail around his arm and chirps in frustration. "No I won't slow down." He answers absently, running through the front doors of the tower at top speed... you know for a normal person. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Barbara Gordon is not a common sight around Titans Tower, but she has been known to make an appearance when the situation required it. Coming along with Tim, she offered a nod and quiet greetings to the rest of the members present as the gathering forms up and the meeting begins. She takes a seat and remains otherwise quiet, listening to the conversation. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Okaaay..So this Titans meeting in the living room, where some are trickling in right under the line, or cooking chilli the kitchen in a pink Hello Kitty apron, is a far cry from the super formal badass JLA meetings in their round table and designated labelled chairs at the tower war room...But it'll do. Correction. It had better do. Cuz there's a lot of ground to cover, and a lot of important matters to discuss. With Justice League currently indisposed, the Titans will have to do. Supergirl has absolute faith in them. She waits for all those gathered to settle in (minus Boomer who offered to cook dinner and join in later) and as her gaze sweeps around the gathered, she makes a number of mental calculations. "Hey everyone, thanks for coming. So let's start with introductions. For those who have not yet met him, please welcome our newest member, Sentinel. He possesses numerous super senses that may come in handy on missions of subterfuge. He is also skilled in combat and has a very intelligent and skilled monkey companion." she nods to Austin, "Thanks for joining us, Sentinel." She writes down Sentinel's name on the white board. "Moving on..I have requested assistance from Batgirl and Red Robin in researching and tracking down the mysterious black hoodie guy who has been negatively influencing various metas, causing them to act our in paranoid, dangerous ways. Robin, have you discovered anything new on this guy?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake will open his wrist computer and with a bit of typing a picture will come up "Robert Turner." He informs the group who it is. 3.0 GPA, would be higher but you van tell there are classes he does not care about. He seems very intelligence. He has had a few run ins with the law, but nothing that got him time. His father was Valis, claimed his powers were magical, but no proof on that from the father, powers seemed more chaotic as if he did not have much control of them. Real name George Turner, George killed his wife, Robert's mom, but got put in a psychiatric hospital, instead of prison on an insanity plea. Robert did not take it well, went on a danger spree, racking up counts from B&E to Assault with a deadly weapon. With looking into him, seems Robert dove into the occult side of things, and looks like he may have learned a bit of magic and blended it with some abilities he learned from his dad. " He brings up a picture from the latest assault. "Police have tried to get him, but he has been really doing well avoiding them. I have been doing a bit of research with Batgirl's help and seems we have found a few Chatrooms he frequents, we are monitoring. 

:'''{{#var:212|Conner (212)}} has posed:''' "Black Hoodie Guy? Can't we have a better codename for him?" Grumbles Conner. "Hey, man," he adds for Austin (and Tina), recognizing them from their chat in Central Park last week. "So his powers are making kids angry?" That is not very impressive, to be honest. It is the picking on super-kids that seems to make Turner really nasty. "How does he manage to find his victims? Any clue there?" 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Boomer could see and hear every word. There was a bit of a distraction from cooking, stirring the pot, preparing the ingredients, and the noise of a kitchen, but he was listening to everything that Supergirl, or anyone, had to say to the group. The only thing he might miss would be whispers between those gathered. Captain Boomerang had come in uniform, but while cooking, he took his jacket off, with the boomerangs still stuck in the pockets. It was hanging on the back of a chair in the dining room area. It was an open plan, so he could see the table, the kitchen, and the living room, all from his place behind the island countertop. Robin had a lot to say about the man. And Owen was listening to it for so long that he almost let some of the chilli burn in the pot, but he turned the temperature down, stirred like hell, and managed to recover it. He would add a few more ingredients, and stir, all while dividing his attention between the food, and the talk in the living room area. Asking a question, he has to call out across the room, loudly from his perspective, but by the time it reached most of the group, it was clear, but not too bad. "Any idea on why he keeps targeting kids?" Owen had had more than a few run ins with the guy, even holding him briefly as he tried to grapple the man. "Or a way to negate that teleporting ability? Hard to pin down a guy who can just blink away." 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Austin Dallas for his part understands he is the new guy, and the new guy can usually learn the most by keeping silent, listening and asking questions later. So When Supergirl introduces him, he waves to everyone saying a simply "Uhh, hi guys." And trying not to smile like an idiot. He's smiling like an idiot. When Conner waves to them, he nods slightly in acknowledgement... And Tina blows Superboy a kiss. Someone has an admirer at least. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Barbara Gordon listens as Red Robin relates the initial information on their target. She nods to the various points shared. Idly brushing her hair back behind her right ear, she nods to the questions from Conner and Boomerang. She speaks up, "There is circumstantial evidence to give us reason to believe that Turner's ability to teleport are related to magical talismans or items he has in his posession rather than powers of his own. These items seem to also provide him a sort of force field and force blast effect. It'll bear further investigation however." She looks to Conner, "Yes, we believe his powers do involve invoking all manner of emotions, an Empathic ability. It will require a measure of preparation and defense to go up against him. I'd suggest reachin out to Zatanna, honestly." She glances around the group, "Unless Raven is back?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl hmms, "I have not seen or heard from Raven in some time, nor Zatanna. But I'll keep my feelers out for both. Thank you, Batgirl." she looks to Robin, "That's good to know, but Superboy has a point. I suggest that you and Batgirl continue to monitor his activity on this chat room, see if you can find any hints as to where he may strike next. Also.." She looks to Tim thoughtfully, "Hey Robin, do you still have that lighter? It would be a good idea to give it to Sentinel so he can get his scent, track him down if possible. It would be a good way to find him more quickly next time. I don't know why he targets kids specifically, but I suspect it has something to do with kids being typically more vulnerable, physically and emotionally. Younger minds are more malleable than more mature minds." She writes some notes down on the board, particularly saying things like Batgirl + Robin: infiltrate chat rooms. Sentinel: Get familiar with Black hoodie guy'a scent. "How about we just call Black hoodie guy Vangelis, after his dad? Seems there is no lost love there, he probably feels hatred towards other metas, who knows? we'll find out more after Robin and Batgirl infiltrate the chat room." On to the next point of concern. "Sooo. Some of you may be aware of a mysterious armoured guy.." she pulls a photograph of a guy, in green and purple armour, face obscured by a helmet. He's hovering in the air and looks more like a robot or cyborg than an armoured knight. "Last time we ran into him, he..Attacked me with some sort kryptonite needle. Injected something into my system. After some tests were run on my body, it looks like some sort of metallic substance entered my bloodstream and is currently concentrated around my spinal column. No one is yet certain of the effects and it's likely my body will simply reject these foreign substances. Side effects are uncertain as of yet, but..I've been feeling a bit..Stiff..Lately? I'm sure it's of little concern, however, I want you all to be extra vigilant, especially you, Superboy. He seems to have a special interest in kryptonians." Of course Conner isn't fully kryptonians, but he possesses some of their weaknesses. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake looks over and says "I will bring it by the tower later this evening, I am not sure how much of his scent will still be on it from the tests, but we can try it. At the second part of this, he looks over Kara, and says "If possible, I would like to see your tests, a blood born toxin was what gave Superman some issues abit ago. Want to make sure it is not something based on that. 

:'''{{#var:212|Conner (212)}} has posed:''' Conner looks only mildly interested at the whole business with Black Hoodie guy with the power of anger children. "We could make a list of likely targets. There can't be too many powerful super-humans he can anger for... whatever he is trying to do, right?" He is not as blase when Kara mentions getting poisoned and the armoured man with Kryptonite. That is bad news, " he attacked Superman once," he mentions. "Who is able to build that kind of thing? Brainiac?" 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' As everything came together, Owen began making out tent cards, just folded pieces of paper with written notes. He used a sharpie to write them. A lot of the dishes were prepared in advance, while others had to be timed just right. He had also been cleaning up as he went about it, so the kitchen wasn't the disaster that it could have been. Soon, he would turn everything off, and set it all up. He was doing it buffet style, so people could pick what they wanted. There was a stack of plates on one end, where people would start. There was some freshly made salad, coleslaw, rice, French fries, both plain salted, and seasoned curly, cheesy potato skins, and towards the end, individual bread bowls to pour the chilli into. There were also five varieties of chilli, labelled 'American', 'Medium', 'Australian', 'Hellfire', and 'Why Rao, Why?'. There was even a little skull and crossbones poison symbol next to the Why Rao, Why? one, as well as a small stack of cards with a map and directions to the milk in the fridge. It seems that Owen felt he could go up against Green Arrow's infamous chilli. There were a few drinks ready, again, helping yourself, at the end, napkins, and utensils. Waiting for an appropriate break in the conversation, Owen would fold the pink apron up that he had been rocking, setting it on a counter away from the, "sorry to interrupt folks, but dinner is served." Team building was as much about information gathering and teamwork, as it was socializing and becoming at ease with one another. Between Supergirl and the on load from the Outsiders Captain Boomerang, they had both. 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Austin Dallas nods slightly, though he doesn't look too optimistic. "Yeah if you ran a bunch of tests on it, it's gonna degrade any scent that was on it. Not to mention anybody that handled it is going to leave their own array of scents. I'll be happy to try but I can't make /any/ promises." At the sound of the call to dinner, he hesitates, after all not wanting to be the first, or last, one to jump up. New guy jitters still in full effect... 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Barbara Gordon nods to Kara regarding Raven being away still, and the mystery where-abouts of Zatanna. "I now Zatanna has been touring. I will see if I can reach out to her. We're going to need some sort of arcane assistance with Turner." No she isn't going to legitimize him by giving a codename. She looks to the food as Boomerang sets it all out. "It all smells good.. and terrifying at the same time" she observes at the hints of death and burning that linger in the air amidst the aroma of flavorful chili. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl nods to Robin, "Of course. The med lab has all the details. And you're right. I'll keep that in mind.." she should take it easy..lBut right now there's too much at stake, and it only gets worse. "Hmm not sure, Superboy. A few names come to mind. Heck, maybe it's another crazy cyborg like those ones that Lex built." Lex..Now that's a thought. But hasn't he done a lot of good in the world? Hard to say, Superman sure doesn't trust him, but.. To Austin she nods, "You're right of course, although it's the only lead we have. It's worth a shot..Right?" and she makes more notes on the board, pinning the picture of the Lex Armour on the board, writi g underneath it some of the suit's known capabilities. Under that, she writes notes about checking her blood results with Tim, and a note to get the lighter to Austin to hopefully get a scent. "Alright then..There's just one last important issue to discuss. Soooo..Some of you may know that Star Lord, leader of the Guardians of the Galaxy is...Friends with Star fire. I have not had a chance to touch base with Kory and unfortunately she was unable to make the meeting today.." She shrugs, "Thing is, Star-Lord recently sent me a distress signal in this sector.." she writes a bunch of numbers on the board. To those in the know, it's in deep space. "Their ship the Milano is in disrepair and on top of that, they are in an area where the Brood are stepping out of their territory and they are also close to a Skrull/Kree war zone. Their ship was damaged and Lar who assisted them, has been..,Captured by the brood.." she frowns a bit at this, visibly disturbed. "I have yet to contact Starfire about using her starship, but if I'm unable to contact her, Justice League does have a ship at their disposal which we have clearance to use. This will be a dangerous mission so I won't force anyone to come if they are not prepared for this.." Oh and it looks like dinner is ready. "Thanks Boomer, I'm pretty hungry after that intergalactic trip!" and she digs into food, silent for several minutes. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake will wait letting others get their food first. He frowns a bit and looks over at Supergirl "Prisoner?" From what he has heard of the Brood, that is a rather unussual if not unheard of thing. He frowns in thought as he sits back thinking and continuing to listen. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "Go to space? If you need volunteers to do something really stupid, I guess I'm your guy," Owen would offer, knowing little about space travel, or working in space, but eager and curious to learn. He was a quick study. And he could be helpful, once he knew what to do. Owen will let everyone get their food first, as he made it, and it would be impolite to grab it first. Plus, this was an official team meeting. Although he was curious who would dare to try the Why Rao, Why? Chilli. 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Austin Dallas does walk :gets in line and winces looking at all the spicy food almost in a panic... He fixes himself a large salad... some rice.. some unseasoned fries... He then takes a bread bowl and stares at the various chili's pouring a miniscule ammount of the "American" level into the bowl and adding /allot/ of rice to it... The poor guy has super charged taste buds, but does not want to insult anyone. Tina meanwhile fills her own bowl with the Hellfire level and then liberally adds hotsauce.. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Barbara Gordon makes her way to the food as well. A casual glance over the flavors leads her to the Australian. Serving a bowl and adding some shredded cheese because, chili, she takes a bite. She seems thoughtful over the flavor and heat before looking to Boomerang, "I like the seasoning. It's different from traditional American style. I like it. Good heat" she offers with approval as she takes another bite. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl smiles at Boomer, "Thanks for preparing all this, Boomer. Really appreciate it.." she sighs tiredly, "This is my first attempt at leading a group. I hope I'm doing a good job. Didnt expect so many things to be thrown at me...At us all at once. I'm glad the outsiders are willing to help out too." a rather tired nod and smile is given to Tim too. With everything she's been through lately, a trip to deep space is a bit hectic. Physically given her current condition as well as mentally, "But I'm sure we'll pull through..Right?" As she speaks, Supergirl loads her plate, heading for the table with some super spicy stuff in her plate. "I also appreciate you coming out Sentinel. I hope I didn't scare you away with that agenda." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake will nod a bit and makes himself a plate, but instead of joining the others, the young man heads to the lab. Yup, a Red Robin's work is never done. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' It was amusing to see each person's eating habits, but there was no judgment coming, at least not from the cook. Owen wanted people to enjoy their meal. There was a wide selection, so it would hopefully appeal to everyone. "Thanks Batgirl," since he didn't know her real name. He may not have had much of a costume, his costume looked much like street wear, but others kept their identities a secret, "I hope you like it." The 'American' spice level was meant as a bit of a joke, but was the mildest version he had made, just in case anyone couldn't handle a bit of spice, and the Australian label, was just adding to it, that Australians could tolerate more than the yanks. Plus, there were regional differences as he had found after moving here. "A superhero team moves on its stomach, right?" He said to the smirking Supergirl. He did notice she looked tired, and felt a bit of guilt from helping to keep her up at times. "Anytime the Titans need a hand, I'll be there." He nodded his head, now getting in line at the end, and would put a bit of rice, the seasoned curly fries, or curly hot chips as he knew them, some cheesy potato skins, and a bread bowl, which he filled with the Australian level of chilli, though he did pour just a bit of the hellfire into it. Then a glass of Dr. Pepper, and he was set. He would take a seat next to Austin, and opposite from Supergirl. 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Austin Dallas nods to the man as he sits next to him, and is very carefully picking at his, by comparison, very bland food and smiling. "Thanks for lunch, I'm Austin and this is Tina." He offers. The Monkey smiles and offers her own hand to the Aussie. He'll probably need to get in the habit of using the Sentinel moniker sooner rather then later, but he hasn't gotten the habit yet. He takes a small bite of faintly chili flavored rice, wincing slightly and breaking out in a slight sweat. "It's good.." He says around a cough. Then after drinking half a glass of milk asks supergirl, "so... when do we work on my hero costume?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl munches thoughtfully on her food. "Dont worry Sentimel, I'll find you and Willow cool costumes, even if I have to make em from scratch. I know that costumes are important, as a symbol, a uniform. We'll get it sorted out sooner rather than later. In the meantime, make yourself at home. I'll be sure to give you the tour later unless anyone else volunteers?" rShe nods to Boomer, "Right, food's important, after that agenda, we're gonna need all the energy we can get. I'll make preparations to fly out soon as possible. I really do appreciate your eagerness to help." her eyes sparkle, smiling specially warmly for Boomer. 
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13509/A little Emergency Meeting

2021-06-15T20:52:24Z

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|Date of Scene=2021/06/15
|Location=Justice Hall, Watchtower
|Synopsis=Supergirl sends out an emergency beacone, Black Canary answers the call.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' The Hall of Justice has been terribly quiet as of late, and with a thinner roster of Leaguers to call on, it made Supergirl's request that much more difficult. What was it this time, some off world mission or somesuch perhaps, that kept most of them terribly occupied? Well, whatever it is, Supergirl still sent out a distress call, hoping that at least some Leaguers would answer. And then she patiently waited in the hall of justice..Well, okay, impatiently more like, anxiously pacing back and forth as she waits for a response to her call. 

:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:''' Black Canary arrives from her current home in Gotham, her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, her black pleather bodysuit and fishnets in place. She'd taken out a small cadre of arms smugglers a few hours ago and had just been preparing to go into normal life again when the call came out. Her suit was rapidly put back on and here she is. "Supergirl," she says, making her way in from the arrival area, "What's on the clock?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl turns around, glancing at the door as Black Canary arrives, and smiles faintly at the other blonde. "Heey, Canary.." she glances around the room and sighs. "Darn, when Superman did it, a hundred people would come. I guess the others must be doing something more important." Of course, those shoes are hard to fill. Really hard. She looks tired, stressed. "I mean..What I mean to say is, thanks for coming. At least I know I can count on someone." She draws a deep breath, deciding no one else will be coming and pushes the door shut before she fumbles with a little control, pulling up a holographic projector. "Okaay, this is what I know so far.." as she generates the projector, A large map of space appears, with numerous grids and sector numbers overlaid on the starfield. "Hey, by the way, have you ever been out in space before?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:''' Black Canary takes a seat, crossing her legs and leaning back, "Don't take it personally. Seems like people are being stretched thin lately, for one reason or another. But we'll get the job done, regardless of how many of us show up. Part of what we're here for," she says. To the latter question, she smiles, "Uh, does being in orbit count? Otherwise, no, I haven't. I tend to be a little more close to the ground operative. I can't fly and I'm not invulnerable or anything. But I'll do whatever needs to be done." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl nods. "Oh, I know. I get it, there are a LOT of threats out there. And maybe this is just a personal stake for me, for reasons." Yes, reasons. The whole orbiting thing warrants a small smirk from her and she chuckles a bit. "Riight. Me too. For like, twenty years." give or take. Anyways, back to the matter at hand. "Okaay, let's see..." she files through the sectors, trying to zone in on a specific area, which looks to be little more than deep space, with not much life around. "Okay, here we are..Sector 5778, 789, 4798, 122. To be honest, I dunno much about space, buut. The Guardians of the Galaxy were attacked out there, and their ship was stranded." She shrugs. "Soo, we need to find 'em and bring 'em back. And we need to do it quickly, because there's apparently a brood territory nearby, oh, and a Kree/Skrull battleground not far from there too, they're encroaching further out of their territory all the time." And as if that's not enough of a worry, she clears her throat and adds. "Oh yeah, and Mon-El has been captured, and/or turned into a brood..Thingy.." Supergirl waves her hands, trying to explain. She's never met the Brood but heard of them. She's not entirely sure how it works or if it's even too late to help him, but all the same, she seems pretty worried. 

:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:''' Black Canary does inwardly think that a lot of this stuff seems out of her league. But she's not about to admit that out loud, much less back down from a challenge. She's done impossible things before and come away with the win. She can do it again. "How exactly are we going to find them? Do they have any sort of homing or tracking beacons? Do we actually have a spaceship that can take us there? And what's a brood thingy? Or do we even know?" she says. She does see the concern on Kara's face, though, and keeps her tone calm, "Hey, I know you and he are close. We'll figure it out and get him home. That's what the Justice League does." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl would normally think this is out of her league too, but y'know, personal stakes in the matter. And while she's not a space explorer, well..."Yes, yes, I know, it's a little...Out there.." more hand-wavy movements are made. "And yes, I know, it seems beyond us, but hey, I'm calling in the titans to help too. I've acquired permission to use the Justice League Starcruiser." "Soo, Star-Lord did give me co-ordinates and a quick run-down of the situation. We have a spaceship of course, and we have qualified piloting crew.." Hey, Justice League thought of everything afterall. Good thing too. Supergirl may be an alien herself, but aside from learning basic skills to pilot her own personal pod, she's not much of a space pilot at all. "Okaay, so I checked out some files in the Justice League's library. The Brood are apparently some sorta...Alien parasite thingies that infect and control and eventually take over their hosts? Sooo..I'm hoping we can...Stop that from happening." 

:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:''' Black Canary stands up and walks over to get a look at a few of the details herself, "Sounds nasty," she says. "Do we know if they have any weaknesses? Have hosts been separated from them successfully in the past?" she asks. She's looking through the files herself, her experienced fingers dancing over the touchscreen as she goes through the archives looking for data. "The Titans are good kids, hopefully they can help. But even if it's just you and me, we'll tap into a little girl power and put them on their asses," she says. She might need to gear up, get some heavy weaponry to take along with her. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' There is only very limited information to be found on the Brood. Not much beyond insectoid alien lifeforms that live in the milky way galaxy, that inject their alien eggs into hosts and most likely kill their hosts in the process. "I don't really know.." she sighs, "But we don't have much time to do in depth research. We'll just have to hope Star-Lord has more information on the case." As for the Titans, Supergirl just chuckles, 'They're not really kids anymore, and they kinda broke up, went their separate ways. Til recently anyway. I just hope I can get them to work as a team, and stop bickering amongst them selves. But, y'know, I'm not really the leader type, but right now, I'm the best that they've got. So I'll have to do." She smiles, "I'm counting on your superior experience and skills, and I'll bet your killer cry will work quite well against those creatures. We should be able to find some basic if limited space gear in the star ship. I've contacted the star crew and they are prepping the ship now." 

:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:''' Black Canary nods, "Looks like we have a few spacesuits in my size. Might not be custom to my measurements, but I can't show off my legs in everything," she says with a wry grin. "Hopefully the atmospherics will be hospitable. Can't really do my Canary Cry if I have to keep my head in a glass bowl so I don't suffocate. But I'll bring along a plasma rifle just in case." "And I didn't mean to sound dismissive. I know they're older now, I've just been in this business too long," she winks. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl sighs, "Right..I didn't even think of that. Well, who knows how this will go down? I mean, maybe we'll invade Brood territory, in which case we'll need all the physical help we can get. Or maybe we'll just be able to sneak in, extract Mon-El, pick up the stranded Guardians and flee before anyone knows the better.." Yeah, all these little details that Supergirl didn't even consider. She's all just rearing to go. Superman would have thought of all those things in advance. Dammit! Canary's cute comment about a sexy spacesuit does cause her to smile just a bit, relaxing somewhat. "Ooh, that would be cool, but I guess we'll all be stuck in these clunky things.." well, they will be. Supergirl can hold her breath for 7 hours and a spacesuit would get in the way of her using her superpowers. "Yeaah, it's okay, I know Batman wanted to start this crazy mentorship program recently, pair off the Titans with more experienced Justice Leaguers, which admittedly is about 5 years too late. But he had a point, the world doesn't take us Titans as seriously as Justice Leaguers." 

:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:''' Black Canary shrugs, "It doesn't matter how people see us. What matters is what we get done. Kudos are great, but they don't save lives," she says. "Stealth extraction might be the best bet if we're low on firepower. I'd say you're firepower enough in your own right, but Mon-El, if I recall, has a similar powerset and somehow he got taken down. Maybe they took him off guard or caught him unwary. I know that won't happen to you," she says encouragingly. "But saving people has to be our first priority. If we have to deal with the rest of the Brood on another day, that's just fine." "Batman makes a lot of plans. It's kind of his thing." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl nods and sighs. "Yeaah...Just..Well. I guess I have my own..Issues lately. See, some weirdo guy in a green armoured suit attacked me recently. And whatever he injected me with, well..I'm not entirely sure what he injected me with, but...Hopefully it doesn't interfere with the mission." she shivers, hugging her arms. "I just..I can't just leave Lar out there, being infected by Brood aliens. I don't even know if I can help him if/when we find him, but I gotta try, right?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:''' Black Canary nods, "Yup. Gotta try," she reassures. "And that's nothing to laugh off. Sounds like, once we get this Brood thing under control, the next order of business is finding this armored guy and making him pay. And figuring out what he's put into you," she sighs. They definitely need a capable in-house scientist. Maybe that Bruce Banner guy she'd been talking to could be of help. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl smiles and nods. "Yeah, definitely. I already put in some calls, although it seems I've been having trouble getting ahold of several scientists. I've been thinking, maybe Dr. Henry McCoy or maybe Bruce Banner could help. Although the latter is more a physicist, isn't he? I dunno.." she shrugs, "I suppose the Avengers have their own problems to worry about too.." Alright, let's see...She sifts through her files and notes that she made. "Phew, superman sure makes everything look so easy, leading a superhero team into the middle of space to fight aliens..I feel like I'm waay over my head. I'm just glad you'll be there." 
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13455/A mystery Hit and Run

2021-06-15T20:50:53Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' After the chaos had abaited at the park some, the Titans had brought Kara back to the tower's Infirmary where the kryptonite needle injected into her neck had been discovered and removed. Unfortunately, they were as yet unable to determine what exactly had been injected into her body. However, once the needle was removed, she at least looked a bit better, if still weak and disoriented from the remnants of the needle. For her own good, she was urged to remain in the infirmary for a few days just so they could monitor her. For now, she is still sleeping off the effects of that nasty needle. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Owen had a few bruisers, took some pain killers, but he was fine. Kara on the other hand had been injected with some stuff. He had sat and watched with her, left for bathroom breaks, to grab a bite to eat, but he brought it back with him, to eat in the infirmary. They were dating, and had been for a few weeks at this stage, so he wanted to be there with her, but he was also mindful that he didn't want to impose. So he had decided to take a half measure. He was in the infirmary, but not sitting right beside her. Instead, he was just making himself at home. It was good that it was the Titans' infirmary and not a hospital with visiting hours. Right now, he was standing next to a table, a plate of French fries on it, a ketchup, a barbecue, and a mayonnaise dip, as well as some chicken fingers. He was idly eating, still hungry after his running earlier, and playing with his phone as he waited and hoped for her to wake up. Every five minutes or so he'd walk back to check on her, and then repeat. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' A few hours had passed and at least she seemed stable. The room had a nice big window that would normally let in ample sunlight. Unfortunately it's the middle of the night by now, and so a little lamp will have to do. Much less effective but better than nothing. Definitely not a substitute for proper sunlight. Still, that food smells good and she never did get to even start her hot dog. Super she may be, but Kara still enjoys the taste of food, even if she can potentially go a long time without having to eat. But right now, in her weakenned state, she's feeling pretty hungry. Her nose wrinkles and her eyes flutter open, yawning and stretching. "Hmmm...Owen..?" 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' With the movement, Owen rushed over to check on her, so much that he had a chicken finger in his hand as he made his way. It had been dipped into barbecue sauce. "Kara, are you all right?" He asked, concern in his voice as he looked over at her. The chicken smelled good and was close to her face, not in her face, but he was standing there, it was between his fingers. "How do you feel, babe? Do you want some water, feel strong enough for..." he looked at the clock on the wall, "dinner? breakfast? dinfast?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers frowns a bit, peering around. "Hmm yeah, just a bit sleepy.." she blinks, "Wait, how long have I been out? What exactly..Happened?" The food is noted rather hungrily, but it would be just rude to steal it from him. Still she smiles at the thought, and at something else. "How long have you been watching over me, Owen?" 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, you should get your rest. Been out two hours, forty-four minutes." He knew that because he had been watching her ever since they got her back to the Titans Tower. "The medics took out a needle, said it had something to do with kryptonite, and they still don't know what you got injected with, but they're working on it. Took a few blood samples, lots of readings, I just sort of stood out of the way, letting them do what they needed to do." He extended the chicken finger, "want this? I got some more over on the table. Or I can get you whatever you like from the kitchen?" And at her question, he blushed sheepishly, "two hours, forty-five minutes now." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers blinks slowly at the realization, shaking her head. "Kryptonite. That armoured figure..Dammit. But why attack me and not kill ms? Maybe whatever it was, was unsuccessful?" She sighs laying back down. She may be awake but is still a bit out of it. "I guess I'll just have to wait, huh? I really hate waiting. Thanks for waiting with me." She smirks at the chicken finger. "Well..I never did get to finish my hot dog..And you know how they say someone else's food always tastes better than your own?" She grins impishly. "Thanks for staying with me, Owen, that's real sweet of you." 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Owen would give her the chicken finger, and then head back to the table where he had his food, bringing it back with a chair, so he could feed her the chicken fingers and French fries while sitting with her. "I don't know. I still don't know who he is. I'm just glad that you're alive." He reached for her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You're getting the best treatment. I'm here with you, the doctors are working hard to figure this out. They even contacted Dr. Hamilton. And, you can have all the food off my plate you want. I just want you to get well. That's all that matters." He ate a chip, then offered her one. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smiles and nods, grasping his hand tightly. "Thanks! I'm sure it's nothing. I have a pretty strong immune system, so whatever he tried to infect me with, I'm sure I'll fight it off either way. I'm not really looking forward to spending the next couple days in here though. I mean really, I'm just a bit tired is all, but other than that, I feel fine!" She may be getting ahead of herself, maybe a bit too optimistic and underestimating the mysterious armoured guy.."Hm, I guess I'm lucky you pulled it out when you did..I'm sure I'll be out of here in an hour tops. I'd better be, I just cant stand to be laying about here all day, y'know?" But Kara never really could say no to food. She's already hungrily scarfing down the food. "Hmmm, this is good stuff, did you make it? I'm surprised they even let food into the infirmary!" but of course she's sure he'd find a way even if they didnt. As a chip is offered, Kara takes it with a smile. "Thanks! I guess fighting really makes me hungry, getting hit by Kryptonite makes me even hungrier." she chuckles again, apparently taking this all in stride. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "I know you will," he said, squeezing her hand back and encouraging her. "Oh, we could make it homey, I could put up a curtain, bring you a TV, video game console, books, magazines, laptop, whatever you want. I'll bring a change of clothes? What do you need? Just let me know." "We gotta follow the doctors on this, Kara. If they say you need to stay and rest, you have to stay and rest. We don't know what was in that injection. Until we do, better safe than sorry, right?" He kept helping her with the foot, letting her have as much as she wanted. "Yeah, it's a fully stocked kitchen. Though I don't think they use the spices. There was dust on them!" 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smirks, shaking her head. "I'm sure they'll want me to stay in this goofy hospital gown, until I leave. I could do with a good book or game though. I'd really appreciate that. Hey, maybe we can watch some movies together. I always liked Twilight. I mean, sparkly vampires are so much nicer.." Hey, she's a hapless romantic, one of those silly sugar and spice girls, all sunshiny sparkly vampire lover types. "I suppose so..." Kara sighs, "Just, what if they *dont* find anything? Will they just keep me here indefinitely?" 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Owen looked her over, in that goofy hospital gown. "I imagine we can get you some new type of gown." He was happy that she was up and about, but then she went on about Twilight. "uh..." he hesitated, "okay, you want Twilight, we'll watch Twilight. I've never actually seen them. So, maybe, um, yeah," he must love her. He was going to watch that with her. "I... am no scientist, but I imagine at a certain point they'll say you're free to go home, sleep in your own bed, just watch it, and see how it goes. But they will find out. I know they will. And if they don't, we'll get a second opinion." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers grins, "Yeah, like, what's with these gowns anyway? Even in a place like the Titans tower, you'd think they'd at least make em so they're not quite so awkward, opening in the back and all. So embarrassing!" she chuckles. "Ooh, really? You've never seen those movies? I'll bet you'll love 'em, for once, the vampires aren't all evil creatures of the night." Yeah, hopeless romantic. "I'm soo happy, cant wait to watch it with you!" she smiles all the more brightly, knowing he wont be able to get out of it so easily. "I suppose so, yeah..It's not like i'm used to being in the hospital at all really..It just doesn't happen often. Maybe I just get a little too used to being all invulnerable that I forget sometimes what it's like to feel pain." 
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13492/The Open Door: Sitting Ducks

2021-06-13T03:37:53Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' While the Scoobies lay slumbering during their dream quest ritual, something evil stirred within the magic box. And while their bodies remain sleeping during the ritual, there's a loud bang as a demon kicks open the door, a few minutes before Deadpool is returned to his own body. The foul beast sniffs around, spotting the Slayer closest to the door and lifts her up, carrying her out the way it came in. There are other demons arriving, four in total, waiting in the alley, snarling and growling and muttering to themselves as they inspect the sleeping slayer. "Is she the one? She smells like the Slayer..Lord Bhousa an will want conformation..Yeasss.." they are quite hideous, their bodies plated in armour and spikes and fangs. Thanks to the tampering of the magic shadow caster, they would normally have been exchanged with the six bodies passing through to another dimension, but only four made it through. Clearly this was part of their evil plan, to attack the heroes while they are vulnerable, starting with the Slayer. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' "You know," comes a voice from the shadows, "I happen to know the guy who runs this shop. Stuffy British guy. Doesn't care much for shoplifters." He pulls his kukri from behind his back, "and that one in your hands? One of a kind., and I'm rather attached to it. Best for you if you put it back..." 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' After being yanked back to his body the man sits there for a moment gettting readjusted to reality as he was just metaphysically ripped from the astral plain to reality by his powers alone. He is readjusting as he hears... talking? He peeks open an eye as they seem way more focused on the slayer, and gets a first look at these monsters, was that armor... not only that but plate armor he noted and almost sighed, but needed to keep quiet for just a moment as he didn't want to interupt their focus. As far as he knew he was alone surrounded by demons with a bunch of people to protect, and he had to consider a bunch, though his first move was forced. Standin up he drew his sword quietly from behind the group dragging the slayer away. Now behind him he was actually surprised by the voice of another person, but reconised it thankfully, and smiled to himself as he brough his sword down. He was going for a simple stab motion, though it wasn't to sever as the plate would get in the way. He was going to shove his sword right between the plates and turn on the arm that is currently holding buffy. Sure that would put him right in the middle of the four, but he had to try to get her released first. His blade would be thin enough to enter, and with a few twist even if they could regenerate without the connections in the arm it would be difficult to continue holding onto anything if it worked. As he attempted to stab he just whispered in the demons ear. "You picked the wrong one.. I am the slayer." hoping to confuse them on top of hurting them. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' One of the demons snarls, baring some deadly sharp fangs as Thomas approaches. "Die!" he snarls and rushes at Thomas, unsheathing some pretty long and sharp blades that function as nails or claws - from his hands. Edward Scissorhands, anyone? He slashes at Thomas with those deadly blades while a second attempts to impale him from behind. As Deadpool slashes at the demon holding Buffy, he screeches and drops the Slayer to the ground, spinning to face Deadpool with a flurry of blades claw hands. Boy these guys are fast! The fourth demon scoops up Buffy and attempts to flee while the others are busy. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith moces wit hthe grace of a well practiced dancer, spinning away at the last moment and causing the impaling demon to impale the slashing demon and the slashing demon toscratch the impaling one. I mean really, Demons can telegraph their attacks so badly. He doesn't move to help Wade... because Wade... and instead begins to give chace towards the one who is trying to run away from the fight...and also has his girlfriend which is probibly more important. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' As the one turns on him he yells at Thomas, "Stop the running on.. I got this." as he says that the one tears into him tearing and ripping the front of him, but his regenration was top notch right now as he had been using it without knowing to even be here right now. So as the tears tore they would visably just heal as the clothes would remain tore on his body. Falling back though DP reaches for his belt, pulling out a small explosive he stuffs it under the plate of the attacking demon as he falls back from the verosity of the blows. Sure the damage would heal, but there was still lots of damage, and force behind those blows as he is knocked down again with an angry demon on top of him. He was doing all he could just to fend off this attacker, but it was all as planned for him. The thing was a beast while he was a fighter, so other then just going down. He put his foot in the demons stumach to toss him away, hoping to get enough space between him, and the explosion to not hurt himself as he was going to need to fight two more of them. If it was successfull he would toss the man behind him as he rolls to stand up looking at the others.. The now contained explosion would do massive damage as it is contained within its own armor keeping it inside. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' "Graahh!" Deadpool's demon screeches as he staggers back..Then explodes, sending demon bits flying everywhere..Thomas meanwhile, proves to be quite a bit more agile than the demons he faces, and they cleaning slice into each other, uttering pained shrieks as their bladed claws probe enough to tear through the armour, impaling each other badly, slashing them to ribbons. They both fall lifeless, a moment later.. As for the fleeing demon, he reaches the end of the alley, handing the unconscious Buffy to a tall, Arabic man with a thick beard and goatee, his thick curly black hair cut short. He smells like a vampire and reeks of ancient power. "Lord Bhousa, I present you the Slayer." the demon bows, offering Buffy to him. Bhousa pulls out a dagger, pressing it against her neck, drawing a little blood. "Such a pity, but we cannot let the M? scythe to be wielded once more.." he glances towards Deadpool and Thomas, tilting his head. "Ah, the one who cannot die, and the White Court Prince..I could grant your greatest desires should you choose to join me..Why do you ally yourselves with a demon hunter, one who would kill you once you outlived your usefulness?" He holds the blade to the unconscious Slayer's neck, holding her easily with one arm, while his armoured demon servant stands between him and the two heroes. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith draws to a halt quickly... He's fast... Short of being a speedseter he's one of the fastest creatures around... But he's not fast enough to get through that demon and to this Lord B-house before said Lord cut's Buffy's throat. He has a sawed off shotgun, but that won't work with Buffy that close. "Anything I want huh?" he says, and really really hopes that Wade is listening. He decides this is an incredibly stupid plan, but maybe with Wade doing it, the two things will cancel out. "See it's funny you say that... I've got this spot about two inches in from my left shoulder that is really bothering me... 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' As the demon explodes behind him he realizes wait... no-one is paying attention to him. He grins a bit as he draws his guns. He smiles and moves forward, and gets an idea. He was going to shoot the demons, slow them down for Thomas, but then hears him speaking, and listens. With a grin he nods, if he got what he was asking he loved this plan it made all kinds of sense to him, so falling to a knee he actually aims up, and gently pulls the trigger. The shot would be true as he knows people well he aims for the part of the shoulder where there isn't bone, he puts two shots out quickly in a 'bam-bam' just to make sure one of them gets through, and shoots through Thomas at this Lord Bhousa, himself. Of course he had learned from his dealing with Blade before, and etched on each bullet is a cross, with a small amount of holy water held in with wax on the end. Most might just get stoped by Thomas, but he hoped a bit might go through to hit the man behind him. He also didn't know if he was going to dust Thomas, and hopped not as this was ment for demons, and vamps, though Thomas was one of them he said he wasn't so maye it would be just fine. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' The demon snarls, stepping in between the shot and the vampire Lord, screeching in pain, but remaining alive and quite angry as he does his best to protect the vampire lord. Lord Bhousa tilts his head, watching the writhing demon with faint interest, nodding to Deadpool. "You seek death. Eternal rest from your painful existence. And you.." he nods to Thomas "Seek a normal, happy life. Free of the demon parasite that feeds constantly on you, makes you a monster. Join me and I will put your eternal pain to rest. I will even let your little slayer live." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' There is a brief bloom of Pepto Bismol Pink blood as the bullet tears it's way through Thomas' arm and directly into the demon without killing it... Damn, he really believed that plan would work. So with his good arm he moves in quickly and shoves his Kukri forward an up under the demon's chin and hopefully through whatever is where it's brain belongs... "Not interested... He says as his eyes start to glow...as does the rest of him. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Deadpool stop and holds up his hands, "Wait... wait... Stop!" he looks at Thomas, and stands with a shrug putting his hands up. "You can kill me?" he asks looking at the man with a curious look he doesn't have any weapons in those hands now as he is moving forward. "Thomas.. Be cool.. Why don't we talk I love to talk." and smiles a bit, as he moves forward. "If I join you instead, will you kill me? I don't mean like temporary I mean forever dead, no chance at revival?" this time he asks like he seriously means it as he of course does. He continues to walk closer how far did these darn things run he wonders as he approaches, "If you can do that, and let this one live... I might join you, but be warned.. Not even magic can take my life. I doubt you can." he looks at Thomas, "Sorry man.. But they can do this for me." he draws his gun again pointing it at Thomas, "I am on their side." and looks at him with a serious look. "Weakened, and already shot... I don't think you stand a chance here." and he smiles an evil smile, "Show me you can do what you say, and I shall kill him right now." is all he says to his new leader Lord Bhousa, at least if he can prove what he says he can do. Of course Buffy, and Willow will be pissed at him, but if he can die, really die, then this is what he was looking for all this time. This random dark lord of demons could do it then he would shoot whoever he needed to, do whatever he needed to to reach this goal. It might be a bit of a betrayal but he really doubted this dude could do it, for now just playing along until he knew for one way or another it was possible. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' The demon screeches as Thomas tears into it, finishing the job. It tumbles to the ground, writhing in pain for a moment longer before it lays still. A bit messier than the vamps dusting but it'll do. Really, these guys are no match for the likes of trained demon hunters. No wonder even the bad guys want to hire them. Bhousa smirks and nods slowly to Deadpool, "That's right..I work for an extremely powerful demon sorcerer, nothing is impossible for even him to accomplish." his smile widens, seeing this guy turning so easily on a dime. How easily he is swayed. Unfortunately, his attention on Deadpool and Thomas keeps him distracted from a quickly recovering Buffy, who steps back suddenly, stomping on his foot and twisting forward and to the side, knocking him off balance, knocking the knife out of his hand in a quick movement. He snarls, about to retort..But the sudden rising sun gives him pause. He tosses a business card at Deadpool's feet. "Finish him off and we'll talk." and then with a sweep of his cloak, he vanishes in a swoosh of wind and dust. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith gives Buffy a lopsided smile, sheathing his Kukri behind his back and then grasping his pink bleading shoulder and smirking just a little bit, "And here I was just about to rescue you..." If he seems worried that Deadpool is about to, perhaps literally, stab him in the back it does not show. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Wade chuckles, and with a grin puts the gun away moving forward he picks up the card, he appreciates Thomas not jumping him right then and there instead checking Buffy, as he grabs the card to look at it. "It seems.. we have a lead. Anyone know a detective that can trace numbers?" he asks looking at it with a smile. For now he will play it off as playing along, but he does memorize any numbers or address on the thing, before he takes out a lighter, and burns the paper. Holding up the burning piece of paper he looks at the other two, "What... now you need me." with a grin as he is the only person that knows what was on the paper burning it up before others could see it. With a shrug, he glances over at Buffy, "Not only that but we know they are working for someone else. A magic man is behind this, and not only that but one that knows exactly what we want." he thinks about that for a moment, "Maybe it is someone we already know?" he adds though shrugs, "Either way things are getting fun!" he says with glee clapping his hands together! 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers retrieves the dagger that the vampire lord dropped, and glares at Deadpool, noting the blood on Thomas. "Did you..Did you just attack my boyfriend..And then threaten to shoot him again?" her eyes narrow, gripping the dagger tightly as she moves swiftly to Thomas' side, checking on his wounds while still keeping an eye on Deadpool. "What the hell, Wade? We're you really gonna make a deal with that monster?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith reaches out and puts his good hand on Buffy's arm, restraining her lightly. "No, he didn't attack me. I was blocking his shot and it was my idea... it didn't work but that wasn't his fault... And i am...partially sure he wasn't going to attack me... Reasonablly... It was pretty much a coin flip honestly, but he didn't. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Wade looks over at Buffy with a 'what' seemingto be pulled away from his thoughts and nods, "Yes, and well... no." he thinks about it for a moment with his hand on his chin, "You really don't understand how us bad guys work do you?" and grins nodding to Thomas, "Hey big guy, where is the easiest place to stand when your enemy is more powerful, faster, and has powers you don't.." he doesn't wait for him to answer but continues, "Right behind him.. Thinking you are his buddy, his ally. We wold of been working each to betray the other in a way that wouldn't be pointing back at us." he shrugs a bit. "That is how it works.. I mean I have been part of way fouler orginizations... well maybe in this case." he chuckles with a shrug, "Either way, this would of ended.. For you or for them." he turns and looks around a bit, "Now we are back where we started, you know nothing about them, and they are still making moes against you and you have no idea." He looks back at the place she was dragged from, "And... We had more people to worry about then just you. If you had not waken up I am sure I would of fought Thomas, maybe even stabbed him before telling him to run away with you." that was the plan, and would of put me in their good graces." he sighs, and looks at the dagger in her hand, "Now I guess we have to go with plan B." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers shake her head slowly, still eyeing Wade warily, even as she unbuttons Thomas' shirt, inspecting the wound, pulling off her scarf to tie around the wound to at least temporarily stop the bleeding as she ties it around. "Funny, weren't you the one who said that I shouldn't trust you, that you'd eventually turn on me..On all of us? Why should I trust you? I know you've always wanted to die.." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith winces a bit as he let's Buffy tend to him. "It's okay, I heal quick. Not the first time I've been shot. By next week their won't even be a scar." he promises her softly, but doesn't try o inturupt the conversation with Wade... after all she is not wrong... 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Deadpool laughs, and nods. "Smart kid... Don't trust me. Think whatever you want." he turns and starts walking away, "I will say this, if both of us were not here you would of been dragged away already." he picks up any stuff he dropped looking back a her, "I want to die, and maybe I would of betrayed you to do so." he shrugs, not knowing for sure as it is still up in the air. "Maybe I have already and you just don't know." he laughs "All that paranoia will drive ya batty." Finally after getting everything he heads out again moving away, "After everything though.. To know that other then asking for my help you would rather just not trust me." he puts a hand up to his masks eye as he sniffs loudly. "You grow up so fast." and laughs giving a wave.. "And by the way your welcome." leaving not actually answering her question. Though now he has a number, and a name perhaps he would see what they had to offer, or perhaps he wouldn't. Either way he wasn't killing Thomas tonight, "Oh.. and watch your back. You may distrust me but I am not the one sneaking in and kidnapping you while you sleep." and laughs again as he disapears into the alleys. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers is quite happy to fuss over Thomas and his wound, not taking any chances. "That may be true, but I don't want it getting infected..At least the bullet passed clean through, but..what were you thinking, letting shoot *through* you like that?" She glances over at Wade, frowning slightly and sighs. "Wade..For what it's worth..Thank you.." dammit. That didn't go so well. But may he needs time to herself. "Was I too harsh on him? Did I underestimate his loyalties?" she wonders aloud. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' "I was thinking the woman I love was in danger and he had a better shot at saveing her then I did." Thomas says softly and with an honest smile. He watches Wade walk off and then answers Buffy's question. "Wade is on the same side he's always been on. Wade's. You can always trust people like that as long as your goals don't run counter to theirs." He looks at his arm. "Let's get the others checked on then go home... I need to feed.. I'm thinking Sailor moon.." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers smiles and nods, grasping his other hand gently, "Right, I just hope he doesn't go through with that deal..Wade's a good guy deep down, but he's also desperate enough. I just hope he doesn't decide to betray us." she moves back towards the Magic box, peering in with a frown, though chuckling at the Sailormoon reference, "You like Sailormoon a lot, don't you.." she smirks and winks, "Sounds like a plan..Just dont bleed to death before we get home, hmm?" 
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13483/A few little big problems

2021-06-12T02:56:59Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' It's been a while since the Titans had any proper meetings, but Supergirl is determined to change that. Starting with today. She's done her best to tidy up the living room, clearing the mig central table on which she has laid out a map of the stars, and has a little white board set up. "Okay guys, I know this is kinda last minute, but I have a number of important things to address.." of course she is waiting patiently (or trying to) for Titans and allies to trickle in. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake is actually there pretty early he tries to make sure he supports SG. He has had to run these meetings in the past, and is there to help if she needs it. 

:'''{{#var:212|Conner (212)}} has posed:''' Conner 'trickles in' with an eye on his cellphone, some typing going. "Hey guys," he glances up, pocketing the phone. "It is okay, I am pretty much moving in here until I find a job that allows me rent a place in the city. Ugh... internships. It is like legalized slavery." He sights, flopping down on a chair. "Nevermind me, what is the plan?" 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Owen Mercer was not a member of the Titans, but he sure did seem to spend a lot of time hanging out at the Tower, such as he was now. He had helped with the tidying up of the living room, although there was that brief two hour period where the Titans television was dominated by a soccer match... that Australia had nothing to do with. A few people had asked him why Italy and Turkey was so important. He had explained, in great detail, but they still didn't understand. Although the opening musical act with Andrea Bocelli singing Nessum Dorma was lovely. He was in the kitchen making snacks right now, which meant he had borrowed somebody's apron. It was pink, with hello kitty on it. He had turned it over, and it was pink there too. So naturally, he folded the front down, wrapped it around his waist, and made it work. He was currently chopping peppers, his hand seemingly moving faster than the eye could see. The oven smelt of freshly baked bread, and he was working on the chilli to go with it. 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Imagine if you will, the Black Widow. The lithe athletic body, the skin tight catsuit, the long flowing red hair... And now imagine it on a Capuchin Monkey. Austin meanwhile in his typical well worn Gotham Knights hoodie rushes in as fast as he can, much to Tina's distress. He got the message to be at a meeting at Titan's tower with the rest of the team. "The rset of the Team, that means I'm in right? That totally means I'm in..." He grins, as the monkey wraps her long tail around his arm and chirps in frustration. "No I won't slow down." He answers absently, running through the front doors of the tower at top speed... you know for a normal person. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Barbara Gordon is not a common sight around Titans Tower, but she has been known to make an appearance when the situation required it. Coming along with Tim, she offered a nod and quiet greetings to the rest of the members present as the gathering forms up and the meeting begins. She takes a seat and remains otherwise quiet, listening to the conversation. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Okaaay..So this Titans meeting in the living room, where some are trickling in right under the line, or cooking chilli the kitchen in a pink Hello Kitty apron, is a far cry from the super formal badass JLA meetings in their round table and designated labelled chairs at the tower war room...But it'll do. Correction. It had better do. Cuz there's a lot of ground to cover, and a lot of important matters to discuss. With Justice League currently indisposed, the Titans will have to do. Supergirl has absolute faith in them. She waits for all those gathered to settle in (minus Boomer who offered to cook dinner and join in later) and as her gaze sweeps around the gathered, she makes a number of mental calculations. "Hey everyone, thanks for coming. So let's start with introductions. For those who have not yet met him, please welcome our newest member, Sentinel. He possesses numerous super senses that may come in handy on missions of subterfuge. He is also skilled in combat and has a very intelligent and skilled monkey companion." she nods to Austin, "Thanks for joining us, Sentinel." She writes down Sentinel's name on the white board. "Moving on..I have requested assistance from Batgirl and Red Robin in researching and tracking down the mysterious black hoodie guy who has been negatively influencing various metas, causing them to act our in paranoid, dangerous ways. Robin, have you discovered anything new on this guy?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake will open his wrist computer and with a bit of typing a picture will come up "Robert Turner." He informs the group who it is. 3.0 GPA, would be higher but you van tell there are classes he does not care about. He seems very intelligence. He has had a few run ins with the law, but nothing that got him time. His father was Valis, claimed his powers were magical, but no proof on that from the father, powers seemed more chaotic as if he did not have much control of them. Real name George Turner, George killed his wife, Robert's mom, but got put in a psychiatric hospital, instead of prison on an insanity plea. Robert did not take it well, went on a danger spree, racking up counts from B&E to Assault with a deadly weapon. With looking into him, seems Robert dove into the occult side of things, and looks like he may have learned a bit of magic and blended it with some abilities he learned from his dad. " He brings up a picture from the latest assault. "Police have tried to get him, but he has been really doing well avoiding them. I have been doing a bit of research with Batgirl's help and seems we have found a few Chatrooms he frequents, we are monitoring. 

:'''{{#var:212|Conner (212)}} has posed:''' "Black Hoodie Guy? Can't we have a better codename for him?" Grumbles Conner. "Hey, man," he adds for Austin (and Tina), recognizing them from their chat in Central Park last week. "So his powers are making kids angry?" That is not very impressive, to be honest. It is the picking on super-kids that seems to make Turner really nasty. "How does he manage to find his victims? Any clue there?" 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Boomer could see and hear every word. There was a bit of a distraction from cooking, stirring the pot, preparing the ingredients, and the noise of a kitchen, but he was listening to everything that Supergirl, or anyone, had to say to the group. The only thing he might miss would be whispers between those gathered. Captain Boomerang had come in uniform, but while cooking, he took his jacket off, with the boomerangs still stuck in the pockets. It was hanging on the back of a chair in the dining room area. It was an open plan, so he could see the table, the kitchen, and the living room, all from his place behind the island countertop. Robin had a lot to say about the man. And Owen was listening to it for so long that he almost let some of the chilli burn in the pot, but he turned the temperature down, stirred like hell, and managed to recover it. He would add a few more ingredients, and stir, all while dividing his attention between the food, and the talk in the living room area. Asking a question, he has to call out across the room, loudly from his perspective, but by the time it reached most of the group, it was clear, but not too bad. "Any idea on why he keeps targeting kids?" Owen had had more than a few run ins with the guy, even holding him briefly as he tried to grapple the man. "Or a way to negate that teleporting ability? Hard to pin down a guy who can just blink away." 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Austin Dallas for his part understands he is the new guy, and the new guy can usually learn the most by keeping silent, listening and asking questions later. So When Supergirl introduces him, he waves to everyone saying a simply "Uhh, hi guys." And trying not to smile like an idiot. He's smiling like an idiot. When Conner waves to them, he nods slightly in acknowledgement... And Tina blows Superboy a kiss. Someone has an admirer at least. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Barbara Gordon listens as Red Robin relates the initial information on their target. She nods to the various points shared. Idly brushing her hair back behind her right ear, she nods to the questions from Conner and Boomerang. She speaks up, "There is circumstantial evidence to give us reason to believe that Turner's ability to teleport are related to magical talismans or items he has in his posession rather than powers of his own. These items seem to also provide him a sort of force field and force blast effect. It'll bear further investigation however." She looks to Conner, "Yes, we believe his powers do involve invoking all manner of emotions, an Empathic ability. It will require a measure of preparation and defense to go up against him. I'd suggest reachin out to Zatanna, honestly." She glances around the group, "Unless Raven is back?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl hmms, "I have not seen or heard from Raven in some time, nor Zatanna. But I'll keep my feelers out for both. Thank you, Batgirl." she looks to Robin, "That's good to know, but Superboy has a point. I suggest that you and Batgirl continue to monitor his activity on this chat room, see if you can find any hints as to where he may strike next. Also.." She looks to Tim thoughtfully, "Hey Robin, do you still have that lighter? It would be a good idea to give it to Sentinel so he can get his scent, track him down if possible. It would be a good way to find him more quickly next time. I don't know why he targets kids specifically, but I suspect it has something to do with kids being typically more vulnerable, physically and emotionally. Younger minds are more malleable than more mature minds." She writes some notes down on the board, particularly saying things like Batgirl + Robin: infiltrate chat rooms. Sentinel: Get familiar with Black hoodie guy'a scent. "How about we just call Black hoodie guy Vangelis, after his dad? Seems there is no lost love there, he probably feels hatred towards other metas, who knows? we'll find out more after Robin and Batgirl infiltrate the chat room." On to the next point of concern. "Sooo. Some of you may be aware of a mysterious armoured guy.." she pulls a photograph of a guy, in green and purple armour, face obscured by a helmet. He's hovering in the air and looks more like a robot or cyborg than an armoured knight. "Last time we ran into him, he..Attacked me with some sort kryptonite needle. Injected something into my system. After some tests were run on my body, it looks like some sort of metallic substance entered my bloodstream and is currently concentrated around my spinal column. No one is yet certain of the effects and it's likely my body will simply reject these foreign substances. Side effects are uncertain as of yet, but..I've been feeling a bit..Stiff..Lately? I'm sure it's of little concern, however, I want you all to be extra vigilant, especially you, Superboy. He seems to have a special interest in kryptonians." Of course Conner isn't fully kryptonians, but he possesses some of their weaknesses. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake looks over and says "I will bring it by the tower later this evening, I am not sure how much of his scent will still be on it from the tests, but we can try it. At the second part of this, he looks over Kara, and says "If possible, I would like to see your tests, a blood born toxin was what gave Superman some issues abit ago. Want to make sure it is not something based on that. 

:'''{{#var:212|Conner (212)}} has posed:''' Conner looks only mildly interested at the whole business with Black Hoodie guy with the power of anger children. "We could make a list of likely targets. There can't be too many powerful super-humans he can anger for... whatever he is trying to do, right?" He is not as blase when Kara mentions getting poisoned and the armoured man with Kryptonite. That is bad news, " he attacked Superman once," he mentions. "Who is able to build that kind of thing? Brainiac?" 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' As everything came together, Owen began making out tent cards, just folded pieces of paper with written notes. He used a sharpie to write them. A lot of the dishes were prepared in advance, while others had to be timed just right. He had also been cleaning up as he went about it, so the kitchen wasn't the disaster that it could have been. Soon, he would turn everything off, and set it all up. He was doing it buffet style, so people could pick what they wanted. There was a stack of plates on one end, where people would start. There was some freshly made salad, coleslaw, rice, French fries, both plain salted, and seasoned curly, cheesy potato skins, and towards the end, individual bread bowls to pour the chilli into. There were also five varieties of chilli, labelled 'American', 'Medium', 'Australian', 'Hellfire', and 'Why Rao, Why?'. There was even a little skull and crossbones poison symbol next to the Why Rao, Why? one, as well as a small stack of cards with a map and directions to the milk in the fridge. It seems that Owen felt he could go up against Green Arrow's infamous chilli. There were a few drinks ready, again, helping yourself, at the end, napkins, and utensils. Waiting for an appropriate break in the conversation, Owen would fold the pink apron up that he had been rocking, setting it on a counter away from the, "sorry to interrupt folks, but dinner is served." Team building was as much about information gathering and teamwork, as it was socializing and becoming at ease with one another. Between Supergirl and the on load from the Outsiders Captain Boomerang, they had both. 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Austin Dallas nods slightly, though he doesn't look too optimistic. "Yeah if you ran a bunch of tests on it, it's gonna degrade any scent that was on it. Not to mention anybody that handled it is going to leave their own array of scents. I'll be happy to try but I can't make /any/ promises." At the sound of the call to dinner, he hesitates, after all not wanting to be the first, or last, one to jump up. New guy jitters still in full effect... 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Barbara Gordon nods to Kara regarding Raven being away still, and the mystery where-abouts of Zatanna. "I now Zatanna has been touring. I will see if I can reach out to her. We're going to need some sort of arcane assistance with Turner." No she isn't going to legitimize him by giving a codename. She looks to the food as Boomerang sets it all out. "It all smells good.. and terrifying at the same time" she observes at the hints of death and burning that linger in the air amidst the aroma of flavorful chili. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl nods to Robin, "Of course. The med lab has all the details. And you're right. I'll keep that in mind.." she should take it easy..lBut right now there's too much at stake, and it only gets worse. "Hmm not sure, Superboy. A few names come to mind. Heck, maybe it's another crazy cyborg like those ones that Lex built." Lex..Now that's a thought. But hasn't he done a lot of good in the world? Hard to say, Superman sure doesn't trust him, but.. To Austin she nods, "You're right of course, although it's the only lead we have. It's worth a shot..Right?" and she makes more notes on the board, pinning the picture of the Lex Armour on the board, writi g underneath it some of the suit's known capabilities. Under that, she writes notes about checking her blood results with Tim, and a note to get the lighter to Austin to hopefully get a scent. "Alright then..There's just one last important issue to discuss. Soooo..Some of you may know that Star Lord, leader of the Guardians of the Galaxy is...Friends with Star fire. I have not had a chance to touch base with Kory and unfortunately she was unable to make the meeting today.." She shrugs, "Thing is, Star-Lord recently sent me a distress signal in this sector.." she writes a bunch of numbers on the board. To those in the know, it's in deep space. "I flew down there to take a look. Their ship the Milano is in disrepair and on top of that, they are in an area where the Brood are stepping out of their territory and they are also close to a Skrull/Kree war zone. Their ship was damaged and Lar who assisted them, has been..,Captured by the brood.." she frowns a bit at this, visibly disturbed. "I took a look around, and told Star Lord I'd be back soon with reinforcements. I have yet to contact Starfire about using her starship, but if I'm unable to contact her, Justice League does have a ship at their disposal which we have clearance to use. This will be a dangerous mission so I won't force anyone to come if they are not prepared for this.." Oh and it looks like dinner is ready. "Thanks Boomer, I'm pretty hungry after that intergalactic trip!" and she digs into food, silent for several minutes. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake will wait letting others get their food first. He frowns a bit and looks over at Supergirl "Prisoner?" From what he has heard of the Brood, that is a rather unussual if not unheard of thing. He frowns in thought as he sits back thinking and continuing to listen. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "Go to space? If you need volunteers to do something really stupid, I guess I'm your guy," Owen would offer, knowing little about space travel, or working in space, but eager and curious to learn. He was a quick study. And he could be helpful, once he knew what to do. Owen will let everyone get their food first, as he made it, and it would be impolite to grab it first. Plus, this was an official team meeting. Although he was curious who would dare to try the Why Rao, Why? Chilli. 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Austin Dallas does walk :gets in line and winces looking at all the spicy food almost in a panic... He fixes himself a large salad... some rice.. some unseasoned fries... He then takes a bread bowl and stares at the various chili's pouring a miniscule ammount of the "American" level into the bowl and adding /allot/ of rice to it... The poor guy has super charged taste buds, but does not want to insult anyone. Tina meanwhile fills her own bowl with the Hellfire level and then liberally adds hotsauce.. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Barbara Gordon makes her way to the food as well. A casual glance over the flavors leads her to the Australian. Serving a bowl and adding some shredded cheese because, chili, she takes a bite. She seems thoughtful over the flavor and heat before looking to Boomerang, "I like the seasoning. It's different from traditional American style. I like it. Good heat" she offers with approval as she takes another bite. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl smirks at Boomer, "Thanks for preparing all this, Boomer. Really appreciate it.." she sighs tiredly, "This is my forst attempt at leading a group. I hope I'm doing a good job. Didnt expect so many things to be thrown at me...At us all at once. I'm glad the outsiders are willing to help out too." a rather tired nod and smile is given to Tim too. With everything she's been through lately, a trip to deep space is a bit hectic. Physically given her current condition as well as mentally, "But I'm sure we'll pull through..Right?" As she speaks, Supergirl loads her plate, heading for the table with some super spicy stuff in her plate. "I also appreciate you coming out Sentinel. I hope I didn't scare you away with that agenda." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake will nod a bit and makes himself a plate, but instead of joining the others, the young man heads to the lab. Yup, a Red Robin's work is never done. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' It was amusing to see each person's eating habits, but there was no judgment coming, at least not from the cook. Owen wanted people to enjoy their meal. There was a wide selection, so it would hopefully appeal to everyone. "Thanks Batgirl," since he didn't know her real name. He may not have had much of a costume, his costume looked much like street wear, but others kept their identities a secret, "I hope you like it." The 'American' spice level was meant as a bit of a joke, but was the mildest version he had made, just in case anyone couldn't handle a bit of spice, and the Australian label, was just adding to it, that Australians could tolerate more than the yanks. Plus, there were regional differences as he had found after moving here. "A superhero team moves on its stomach, right?" He said to the smirking Supergirl. He did notice she looked tired, and felt a bit of guilt from helping to keep her up at times. "Anytime the Titans need a hand, I'll be there." He nodded his head, now getting in line at the end, and would put a bit of rice, the seasoned curly fries, or curly hot chips as he knew them, some cheesy potato skins, and a bread bowl, which he filled with the Australian level of chilli, though he did pour just a bit of the hellfire into it. Then a glass of Dr. Pepper, and he was set. He would take a seat next to Austin, and opposite from Supergirl. 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Austin Dallas nods to the man as he sits next to him, and is very carefully picking at his, by comparison, very bland food and smiling. "Thanks for lunch, I'm Austin and this is Tina." He offers. The Monkey smiles and offers her own hand to the Aussie. He'll probably need to get in the habit of using the Sentinel moniker sooner rather then later, but he hasn't gotten the habit yet. He takes a small bite of faintly chili flavored rice, wincing slightly and breaking out in a slight sweat. "It's good.." He says around a cough. Then after drinking half a glass of milk asks supergirl, "so... when do we work on my hero costume?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl munches thoughtfully on her food. "Dont worry Sentimel, I'll find you and Willow cool costumes, even if I have to make em from scratch. I know that costumes are important, as a symbol, a uniform. We'll get it sorted out sooner rather than later. In the meantime, make yourself at home. I'll be sure to give you the tour later unless anyone else volunteers?" rShe nods to Boomer, "Right, food's important, after that agenda, we're gonna need all the energy we can get. I'll make preparations to fly out soon as possible. I really do appreciate your eagerness to help." her eyes sparkle, smiling specially warmly for Boomer. 
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13421/Open Door: Once Upon a Time..

2021-06-11T05:34:05Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:996|Giles (996)}} has posed:''' The call had gone out to meet at the Magic Box this evening. Evening had come. The sun had set. The sky is clear, the stars spangle above, glittering like diamonds against an ocean of black. The front door of the shop has been locked. Those who are going to be here gathered around the table at the back of the public portion of the shop. The shadow caster is shaped like a pentagon. The five sides are not on it, but sit beside it. It lies upon the table, a box of matches sitting next to it. The large kind, meant for camping and lighting barbeques. The lights are off, leaving the shop bathed in darkness. Giles, a match in hand, strikes it against the textured part of the matchbox, and a flame flares up. He uses it to light the candle already in the center of the shadow caster. He lifts the first piece, it looks like ground with a plant growing from it. As he speaks, he puts the piece in place. "First, there was the Earth," he says. The shadow caster rotates so that the next open slot is facing Giles, seemingly of its own volition, as he picks up another piece. This one features a demon. Again, as he speaks, he puts it in place. "Then there came Demons." The shadow caster rotates. The next piece put in place has what looks like a tribe of people with spears in hand. "After demons came Men." Next is a piece that has a girl on it, which is put in place once the next free slot is in front. "The men found a Girl to slay Demons." With each rotation, the shadow of the panels are cast against the wall. The last piece has what looks like almost like a snake made of chains. "They chained her to the earth. Filled her with Dark." The shadow caster doesn't stop spinning now, casting the shadows in an almost chaotic sort of pattern. The light flickers, randomly, alternating with the shadows. "You cannot be shown, cannot just watch. But you must See for yourself. But only if you are willing to make the Exchange. This is the only way. There is no other way." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers arrived like all the others, kneeling in the circle with the others, watching in somber silence to the ancient eerie legend, and as each piece is added, it casts creepy shadows on the walls that seem to come to life as Giles speaks. There's the large hunk of earth that cracks and groans. The demons spring to life next, snarling and growling, stalking the earth. They chase after the humans, tearing many to pieces. Screams fill the air. The girl is next, the first Slayer, chained to a wall as monstrous noises scream in the darkness... The rest is lost in dizzying darkness and screams and the entire party suddenly find themselves being swallowed by darkness, spinning so fast that their bodies feel like they may be ripped apart.. Those with magical senses may sense that something is..Wrong. This isn't quite the way things are meant to be..There is a black portal of endless darkness that everyone is dragged into, but it is as if everyone'a spirit is being ripped from their body and dragged to a different dimension.. Its like a very very intense dream that feels so real you can feel the intense heat on your skin, see the incredibly brilliant blinding rays of the sun. Suddenly you're all standing on a sandy cliff overlooking a village. It is hot and dry and there is sand beneath your feet. For those who are familiar with such landscapes, it appears to be some sort of African desert.. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Deadpool is sitting there waiting yawning because he is board, he had come in with Buffy as he was invited by her to but he didn't know it wouldbe such a snooze fest. He sits patiently looking over at Buffy, and the others getting a light punch now and then if he started to talk during the process so is uncharacteristicly quiet. He wears his full Deadpool gear as usual covered head to toe in his black and red, guns, and his two swords. Laying across his lap is Besty II, a chainsaw that looks newish with silver teeth, and a water system to cool the blade with holy water inside. He wasn't sure what they were going to face, and guessed it would be more demon vamps, so just brought it incase, but now they sat here doing their little pow-wow. He does his best to remain quiet and does for a bit though as things start to change, he sighs to himself. He doesn't interupt the 'vission' or whatever it is that is going on just enjoying the ride for now, but thinks about how he could really use a drink right now. He didn't understand magic... thankfully, but he knew that when it was going on yelling 'Surprise' was not a good thing, as they always seemed to get mad at him for it. So he just watches and waits looking at what maybe coming for them. Also he didn't reconize the desert to him it was just sand, and heat which could be anywhere. So all he could add to the situation was a whispered.. "I hate sand.. it gets everywhere." and a light chuckle.. He had tried his best, but sometimes even he couldn't stop himself from talking. 

:'''{{#var:9875|Hellequin (9875)}} has posed:''' There are so many unrepentant souls, evil-doers, magicians, sorceress and miscreants in this City, it makes the darkest days of the Inquisition look like a Sunday fair. So stopping by the Magic Box on his night shift almost feels like a break for the Hellequin. Since Rupert Giles had stopped at his antiques store, Hellequin has kept the visit card the Watcher left him. Visit card or not, the Magic Box has been spotted by the ethereal Hunter, it beaconing to him in the night like a homing device. Tonight, the magic store seems to emit an aura of particular strong magic, and the Hellequin cannot ignore it. Being ethereal has its perks, like being able to materialize indoor. Without a sound, the Hellequin slowly appears in a corner of the Magic Box, the process looking like a light mist slowly intensifying, gathering more substance until it settles and remains of a greyish hue. In this appearance, it's quite difficult to identify the kind of clothes the wraith is wearing, but they definitely look Medieval to anyone with some basic History lessons. The impressive sword at his side, as ethereal as him, looks exactly like the ones used by Knights Templar. Oh, he was right, there's something happening in here, and it doesn't look quite Christian to him! But he has learned to observe before acting in the recent weeks, so for now the Hellequin remains where he's standing - or rather, hovering - watching the pannels being placed, with the look on his face of someone wading barefooted in an underground sewage at night. The looks on his face remains the same as he's suddely yanked away in the other reality. While he can't really feel the sand beneath his feed, the Hellequin can see that he has be somewhat transported somewhere. Is it the Holy Land? "Sorcery!" he spits in his low ethereal voice, as if the word itself had bad taste. 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' 'Wessex' - Aka: a Sinister fellow with a face that changes at his whim - had been quite fascinated by this process up to a certain point, at which he had become enthralled. Throughout he had been quiet, up until the disorienting rip from the very fabric of here and now, to the very much -else-. To his credit though, the man doesn't throw up, or balk overly much; hands splayed to steady the spinning - blue eyes slowly and methodically taking in his surroundings, casually bringing hands to his shoulders to shrug off his leather jacket, which is simply dropped and floats in a bundle behind himself, leaving him in a white shirt, waistcoat, black jeans, boots... He fixes attention on the trees and scrubs, his head tilted a little as he analyzes them. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Well well well, look who finally decided to make an appearance! Bookbag on his back, loaded with a lot of sticky goodness (fighting sticks), the only guy under six foot looks curiously to those gathered. Other than Buffy and Deadpool, he's never met the others. But being that he doesn't live here and ... stuff happened to make it to where he had to change phones pretty quick, It's a bit reasonable that he's not here everytime a group gathers. Sometimes it takes time to meet another member of the group. As the show starts, he watches the shadows, frowning to the story being depicted so far. As the dizziness starts to set in, a feeling sets in the pit of Nick's stomach as he ends up closing his eyes, bringing a hand up to his head to press the side. The scar upon his lower right forearm fades from view. Nausea feeling going away he lowers his arm, blinking as he starts to watch the dessert view blur into sight. Eyes squinting due to the bright light, he looks around. 

:'''{{#var:99|Mercy Thompson (99)}} has posed:''' One of those who has come is Mercy, though she isn't sure how much help she might actually be. She's quiet where she sits at the table to Giles's left, a mug of tea sitting on the table in front of her and her hands resting lightly in her lap. She watches as the pieces are fit into place, and she listens to the words that Giles says -- and more than that, to the sounds that seem to fill the space with each piece that is placed. She shifts slightly where she sits, sitting up a touch more, her brow slightly wrinkled. The screams and other oises are less pleasant to her ears, as sensitive as they are, but she still stays quiet. She closes her eyes against the spinning, and though she's able to sense the magic, there's naught she can or does do against it. Perhaps the magic bleeding from the thing is normal, and perhaps not -- she has no way of knowing. When she opens her eyes after everything has stilled and settled again, is it to the bright sun and sand of the desert, the former of things making her blink a few times quickly. An attempt to become used to the brightness, at least in part. Luckily, she wasn't overly dressed -- a loose fit grey t-shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and her usual steel-toed boots. One of her eyebrows quirks up slightly, and she takes a moment to look around a bit, perhaps attempting to get some manner of bearings in such an unfamiliar place. 

:'''{{#var:996|Giles (996)}} has posed:''' One moment, Giles was reciting what he'd memorized out of the manual he'd found for the shadow caster, casting the spell, as it were. Something that is very definitely /not/ Christian. The next, his breath catches as he feels like his soul is beign ripped from his body. And in the next, that sandy cliff. "What the bloody hell?" He shakes his head, trying to clear it of the residual dizziness the ceremony had caused. "Something isn't right." Helpful Giles. Real helpful. He looks down at his feet, at the sand . Over the cliff and down on that village. He looks further afield. "Desert," he murmurs, half to himself. "Could be Africa. Or Arabia. Or maybe Mongolia." There's a big desert in Mongolia too. Giles isn't sure which desert they might be in. He blinks at the familiar voice of Hellequin and looks toward the etherial entity. "Where'd you come from?" Dressed as he tends to be, in long sleeves, though he wasn't wearing a suit at present, he is wearing a knit, button up, sweater. Grey, tonight. Still, a much heavier thing than is good for the heat in this place. Sweat already starting to glisten on his visible skin, Giles rolls his sleeves up, and starts to undo the buttons at the front, revealing a white teeshirt beneath it. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers peers around, shading her eyes as she tries to get accustomed to the sudden blinding brightness and the searing heat. "Everyone here? This..Is where we're meant to be, isn't it Giles? The spell was supposed to take us back to the time and place of the first Slayer, who can possibly tell us more about this new threat and legendary weapon?" Its strange, how very..Real this world feels. They may be experiencing this dimension in their astral firms or soul so to speak, but it certainly feels real, looks real, sounds real..Buffy is glad that she didn't dress heavily, wearing faded blue jeans, and a white tshirt, having shed her leather jacket when she entered the store. She did think to pack her favoured bladed tonfa of course, and some stakes, ready for anything really. But even as she speaks, those with such senses can feel dark magic in the air. Its as if someone tampered with the shadow caster in such a way that the trap wouldn't be triggered until the spell was completed. And even now, it seems that some dark demonic forces are already gathering. "Hold it, I'm sensing something coming..Get ready!" The words are barely out of her mouth when large shadowy figures start to move in on the group, quickly surrounding them. There are a lot of them, maybe twelve in total, hideous creatures resembling huge hounds with burning red eyes, owls salivating as they slowly approach the group. Their intent seems pretty clear. Kill the intruders! 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Deadpool looks around a bit, he looks different in the astral his red, and black outfit gone he wears a large black cloak that goes over his head and covers his body. He looks down at his hands that are only bones and no skin, "What the... what is this?" he says almost a bit worried. His self has been removed from his body, and wierd things happened when that happened, as he seems to weaver a bit like static the pull of his body already starting to try to override the process. He glances around at the others there. He listens as the nerd speaks sure he was a knight at some point, but he let some young girl do all his fighting so to DP he wasn't the person to really look up to. and sighs to himself "What did you do to me..." he would threaten violence, but it seems his body wasn't even here right now. He looks at Buffy, "You don't realize what you have done.." he says as he wavers again the face looking at her just bones that talk like a walking skeleton. He doesn't even notice the other person that wasn't there as he is a bit focused on himself at the moment. He waves a bone hand infront of his face, "I can't hear them.. the voices.." he notes to himself. He felt alone, and isolated without them, but this is what it ment to leave his body, it was a cursed body with a lot of baggage and they had yanked him out of it. The apperance, and the static were his power, and the powers that keep him living forever pulling him back into his body which the magic is currently fighting. How long he had before he was pulled back in was unknown, but even while he is standing there thinking about it he waves a bit in static again. He glances around at the crowd around them, "Umm.. hold on.. Wait!" he yells at the te shadowy features. He had no body, he had no weapons, how was he supposed to fight, He points at one of the ones that might be close to him, and demands.. "Dance Off!" before he shakes his astral form in a wave, and spin a bit to show them some moves, after a moment he nods. "Yea... Beat that!" and grins with himself happy with his quick moves he was always alright at dancing, though from the outside it may look more like a floping astral form and a cloak swiriling around chaoticly. 

:'''{{#var:9875|Hellequin (9875)}} has posed:''' After a moment, observing all the others gathered on the dune, the Hellequin raises above the group below, turning around to try and find a sign, an indication, whatever, that could help identify their location. One hand resting on the pommel of his sword, he swiftly motions with his other hand, the gesture quickly followed by the low rumbling of thunder in the distance. The rumbling intensifies until it all suddenly ceases, as his faithful ethereal war horse appears by his side. "From Francia," comes the Hellequin's answer to Giles question. Didn't he ask him from where he came from? "But this seems unrelevant at this time. I believe that... " The sentence is abruptly interrupted, as the Hellequin senses the evil forces approaching. Jumping on his horse, the sword is quickly drawn, he's ready to slay the evil hounds. These creatures are evil, thus they must be slained. The ethereal horse rears up, then starts to chase the beasts, both ethereal man and horse lunging at the enemies with gusto. "Taïaut!" comes the low voice, like a rumbling thunder, uttering the century old call of the hunter. 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' "It's Africa, Giles," Sinister has enough time to point out a few of the specific species of botany that litter the landscape. "You don't find them outside of sub-saharan...." but that's about as far as he'll be going. With a frown, it's possible he's sensing other things closing in, presences that have him lifting his right hand, palm upward and rising into the air, fast and sure. He hovers there, with a good ariel view of what is below, studying the nearest shadowbeast with a narrow-eyed focus. "You're not quite there, are you?" That though, seems to have been directed at Wade, even as he's spreading the outstretched hand and plucking up the form of the closest Shadowbeast to himself, lifting it and well, to others it looks like telekinesis, but in truth, given where they're at, it's psychic annihilation; pulling apart the creature from its psionic fabric. It's quite ugly to watch and with a crush of hand, it folds into itself. "This is probably going to be somewhat bothersome and intense. Where are we supposed to be going, miss Buffy? It may be best if those that can hold them off, can clear a path to destiny and/or destination." Pause, beat. "Or I can fly us there, if you feel inclined to float?" 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' No longer feeling a thing the phantasmed Nick turns his head. An utterance of surprise after being brought to a random desert is normal. It coming from the person who cast you there, a bit concerning. He tilts his head curiously to the bespecatcled man, listening to the further proclamations of something not being right "...This part wasn't planned?" Well. F-. He glances to the scenery. "...cannot be shown, cannot JUST watch..." As the demonic hounds shows up, he throws up his hands in frustration, "Of COURSE this is going to involve audience participation. It's never simple." To the mention of flying people elsewhere, Nick turns, looking to Sinister and then to Buffy. "I can take two along if we're doing the flight thing." 

:'''{{#var:99|Mercy Thompson (99)}} has posed:''' The woman-coyote wrinkles her nose slightly, and then she gives a small shake of her head. A desert isn't very helpful, and it's not as though there are signs to identify which one it is. She looks over to Giles, and after studying him for a moment, the wrinkle to her brow has returned. She lifts her right hand, lightly rubbing her nose, the scents of the place unfamiliar as well. Then her gaze turns towards the village below, watching closely. Will they be friendly people or not? Either way, they'll need to find water sooner rather than later. She turns at Buffy's warning, to look towards the slavering beasties, and she wrinkles her nose slightly. She didn't bring any weapons. She casts a glance towards the... now horseman... and one of her eyebrows quirks up slightly as he moves forward to engage the creatures. She moves a touch closer to Giles, though for whos's better safety might be a questionable sort of thing. Her gaze turns briefly towards Nick, then towards Sinister, and she tilts her head a touch to one side. "I'm not against floating or flying, in this case," she says in a soft tone. 

:'''{{#var:996|Giles (996)}} has posed:''' Giles shakes his head a little bit. "I'm... not entirely certain. Perhaps, perhaps not. We have stories about the first Slayer, but we don't really know exactly where that was." Giles is just glad he'd left his coat hanging on the rack in the back. That would have been far too warm for here. The only weapon Giles had brought is a sword, bronze, tucked into his belt and a crossbow slung over his back, along with bolts in a quiver of sorts for them. The bolts are steel-tipped wood, dipped beforehand in holy water. Giles frowns, and looks around. "There's dark magic at work here," he says, voice just loud enough to carry to those who happen to be here. Then there are hounds there. "More bloody hellhounds." He glances to Wessex. "What is it with hellhounds lately?" He calmly slides the crossbow off his back and affixes a bolt to it. He doesn't look to Deadpool, though he answers the question in a calm voice. "Astral plane, I believe." Hellequin gets another glance and a perplexed look. "What?" To Nick, Giles shakes his head. "This wasn't my doing, no. I expected audience participation, but we were supposed to be transported back in time to the first Slayer, not to.. whatever this is, on the astral plane." He looks between Nick and Wessex, and nods. "Flying might be the better option." He lifts the crossbow and takes aim, shooting one of the hellhounds not already engaged in its left eye. It careens off with a yelp. Of course, that leaves an opening for another of the creatures. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers isn't a magic sensitive, but demons and other supernatural creatures are another thing entirely. And somehow, she just knows they don't belong here. "I dunno how I know, but those hellhound do not belong here. They're not part of the story..Giles, does that mean someone..I dunno..Tampered with the shadow caster? I dont like this.." she does arch a surprised brow at the astral plane bit. "Wait, I thought we were supposed to port into a different dimension..Are you saying our bodies are still sleeping back at the Box? I mean I dont feel like I'm sleeping. This feels real...Too real!" Deadpool is given a surprised look as his innards show. "What happened to you? Is this what your spirit looks like or whatever?" to Sinister she sighs and shakes her head. "I'm not exactly sure but, I have a feeling we just need to play along, relive the first Slayer's story." her eyes narrow as she flips her tonfa and starts charging the monsters, "Even if it means having to fight through unexpected demons." And with that, she charges the demon hounds even as they charge the party. Hellequin, Sinister and Giles seem to fare better than most with their weapons, dispatching several hounds even as others charge Nick, Mercy, and Deadpool.. But something seems odd with Buffy, she's not nearly as quick or as strong as she usually is, and doesn't dodge fast enough as one lunges and slashes into her shoulder. With a loud cry, she rolls to the side, barely out of danger. "Guys, something's wrong. I don't seem to have any powers!" normally she'd dispatch such fiends effortlessly, easily dodge them, easily repel their attacks. But now she's already heavily damaged, out run, overpowered by these creatures. The only thing keeping her alive is her skill and tactics as a normal human, which she means she's struggling quite a bit more than The Slayer should be against such fiends. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Deadpool is dancing, as a very confused Hellhound is looking at him salavating over all the bones he sees, and is just entranced, though instinct kicks in, as one attacks Buffy Deadpool moves in like he usually does. He was used to being the one hurt, and getting in the way of others. Though as he dives in front the dog already missed as the dog that was confused goes into action, he jumps at Deadpool and bites on a bone as there is a "Ooouch!" though the sound itself wobles, as he statics again. This time though when he comes back there is no dog, as the dogs mind looks around it can hear "Oooh a doogie!" in a friendly Wades Voice, "Damn Dog!" from another wade voice, and this is repeated over, and over as the dogs mind looks around. There are thousands of Deadpools that it just got the attention of, though it isn't till it hears in Wades voice "Fresh Meat!" that it starts to worry. It is now stuck inside of Deadpools head, lost there forever to to be tormented by the Wade's inside of there eventually it will just crack, and another Deadpool voice will be added.. Maybe one that likes bones. To the outside, there is just the disapearing dog, as only Bones Deadpool raises up again he looks at Buffy, "Go.. Grab one of them fliers and get out of here." he says before turning and holding his hands up going "Raaaawr!" at the dogs making a large outline though he might look a bit scarrier then he actually was. After the distraction he looks as a horse is coming by, "My white knight!" he grins as he holds out an arm though this time covered with cloth so no part of him will be touching the spirit that is helping him, just incase. His touch would be... cold.. more like numbing without the cold even through the cloth, and after he hops on to the back he would wrap those numbing arms around the spirit. Unortunetly this is when he glitches out again. To Hellequin, the one who saved him, he would wake up looking into the Box through Deadpools eyes. It would be wierd as he could feel the outit he was wearing, and everything though that is when he would hear it. A whisper, "Get out.." as it raises louder and louder. Though it may seem like a threat it was actually a warning, as for a fraction of a second one could hear all the voices, Trillions all trying to shove information, or ask questions, forbidden knowledge that just can't be heard. It could drive someone insaine, though he just gets a brief peek behind the wall before being yanked back. Then he is again sitting on the horse just like he was with Deadpool riding on the back, Deadpool just whispers to him.. "Shh... Its okay.. Don't tell the others." 

:'''{{#var:9875|Hellequin (9875)}} has posed:''' It was just a few seconds, but for that moment, the Hellequin felt something quite strange, just after Deadpool jumped on his horse. Something more than proximity to what's left of a human body, but something more like a very brief merging of the essence of the two of them. What kind of side effects this could have on the Hellequin is unsure, since he never experienced such a thing before? Voices, what are these voices? Is the Devil taking hold of him? Or would it rather be this /man/ riding with him? This is no time for questions, this is time for action, so since the voices left, the Hellequin focuses on his task. The ethereal horseman keeps on hunting the evil hounds around, both man and horse visibly enjoying the hunt - which is quite understandable from their immortal point of view. Deadpool is better to hang in there, avoiding the sword wielding and get an occasional kick to the hounds with his feet whenever they ride close enough. "It /reeks/ of magic," comes the ethereal voice. And not only from the evil hounds around, though he leaves this out for the moment. Stopping the horse for a moment, and glancing down at Giles, one can see a frown on his face as he wonders, "You are looking for the First Slayer," he states, "She is in Heaven and this..." he glances around, "Is most certainly /not/ Heaven." Of course, magical time travel is a notion foreign to the Hellequin. It's all the doing of the Devil. Simple enough. That said, the Hunt resumes, and the Hellequin - Deadpool along for the ride - dispatches his fair amount of evil hounds, most of them ending decapitated on the ground, while chasing as many as possible away from the Slayer. There's at least one individual enjoying the situation. 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' "I have a feeling someone is not playing by the rules," SInister calls down, but that goes without saying. There are combattants down there, another hellhound is obliterated by thought alone and he spots the difficulties of one Chosen one. Take the flying offer, they say. This depends on being in one piece enough soul-and-psyche wise to be able to do such a thing -- There's a soft cluck of his tongue, almost a sigh with it as he reaches his left hand out and draws an arc in the air over Buffy, the psychic landscape's air thickening into a protective barrier. "Miss Summers, I strongly suggest you don't struggle and also, remember: this is not your body, you do not feel the heat or the pain, it's all in your mind. That being said, it's easier to say that than to believe it." The shield and bubble is lifted, hopefully with Buffy inside of it and moved from her overwhelmed position to Mercy and Giles' location, where Nick is also helpfully there. "Young man with the fighting sticks... take my friends there...." and he will then attempt to levitate them all with Nick's help, whilst the Hellequin has Deadpool. "Vantage of the skies, has a couple of benefits. The edge of a world seems closer when you can see to the horizon." 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' With the general agreement from most of the party and Sinister working to convince the one hold out who isn't currently on a ghostly horse. Nick tilts his head as Sinister makes reference to what's in his backpack. A questioning look forms but nothing is said of it as there's currently the matter of HELLHOUNDS trying to kill them. "Right." He holds out his hands towards Giles and Mercy. "Take a hand" He instructs. When they do so, he feeds them a bit of his power, " and now jump up high..." With the prompts given, Nick leaps, tugging the pair along. Using the visual of his unstopping forward direction. It serves as a prompt to the subconcious of those less versed in lucid dreaming. Sometimes, seeing it being done is enough. 

:'''{{#var:99|Mercy Thompson (99)}} has posed:''' A glance is cast towards the crossbow that Giles gets out, and she gives a small nod. At least he has weapons, and ones he knows how to use. "I could sense the magic, but wasn't sure what sort it was," she says quietly. She lifts one of her shoulders in a bit of a shrug. "Maybe they just like to toy with us?" she suggests. She doesn't expect to really be able to hurt the hellhounds very much, but she stepped ito the opening that was left by Giles taking a shot with the crossbow, to aim a kick in the face of the hellhound. Normally, she has strength that's a bit better than average, she'll know soon enough what she has here. The rest of the fighting, she doesn't give a lot of attention towards. She really can't allow herself to get too distracted. "Bad guys usually tend to have their own set of rules that they play by," Mercy comments, wrinkling her nose slightly. She backs off easily from the hellhound as Nick approaches herself and Giles, and she gives a small nod to his instructions. She reaches up to take his offered hand, kicking off the ground as she jumps. 

:'''{{#var:996|Giles (996)}} has posed:''' Giles nods. "Yes, probably," he answers Buffy. "Probably put a trap spell on it. Such things lie dormant until they spring. And yes. I mean our bodies are back at the Magic Box." He pauses. "Probably." He drops another bolt into the crossbow and sets it, then releases toward another hound. He's a surprisingly decent marksman. For a nerd. Well. He /is/ a bookworm. As Buffy gets injured, Giles' brow furrows into a frown again. "Well, damn," he says. "If you don't have any powers.." He's reloading the crossbow again even as he speaks. "That must be part of the ritual. Getting your powers back by reliving the first.." He pauses to shoot a hound, the bolt scoring the side of the hound's face as it turns at the wrong moment. "Slayer's story." He nods to Mercy. "Perhaps. Perhaps they just want to kill us and be done with it." Giles glances to Deadpool as he loads a fourth bolt. He doesn't fire this one, though. "Deadpool is right. Get out of here. Find what needs to be found." When Nick offers a hand, Giles steps over to him and places his left hand within Nick's hand. This leaves his right hand free to keep the crossbow handy, just in case he needs to use it again. As instructed, Giles then jumps up high, right along with the instructor. Once in the air, he looks to his left hand and blinks. His brow furrows. "I can't feel .." He looks at his right hand. Sure enough, the crossbow is still grasped. "Anything." He sounds confused. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers blinks, quite surprised when she is literally plucked out of the air and tugged towards Sinister. Whom she still doesn't even know, except that he's seems to be a trusted ally of Giles'. "Heey, what gives?" she frowns, not one to ever back down from a fight. And even if she doesn't seem to have her powers and just got injured, it doesn't mean she's helpless at all. But then again, the others might be right. These hellhounds could have been summoned by whoever was trying to stop them from reaching their ultimate goal. And suddenly they're in the air..Floating. "Soo..Where are we headed?" she sighs, glancing around, trying to get her bearings. But this place is strange, and it's not a place where you find what you're looking with your eyes alone. Drawing a deep breath, Buffy closes her eyes and focuses as Giles has taught her. "We came here searching for answers, who is this new evil? What's the m? Scythe, and what can the First Slayer tell us?" even as she says these things, as they traverse the endless barren wasteland of the desert, they soon come across a trio of African men, dressed in ceremonial garb. They seem stern, silent, regal..Powerful.. "Look, down There! We need to speak to them, that's the next clue, I think." 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Deadpool is ridding on the back of the horse, and decides to just have fun at it so he waves one cloaked arm in the air with a "Wheee!" holding on to Hellequin! He looks at Buffy, and nods, "If you want to make it back to wherever you were eventually you better help Buffy." he notes. Though the man did have his hands full, and she was floating so he ment more generally then like right now. He sighs a bit, his voice cutting out again, "Look.. I don't have much time." He is starting to glitch out a bit more, as whatever it is that keep him living is dragging him back to his body again. "Look whatever happends, or how bad it gets.. Don't forget." his voice sounds desperate as he is cut off by him litterally disapearing in front of him. As Deadpool moves again for the first time he looks at the room full of sleeping people, though he isn't sure what to do. He knows you can't just interupt stuff like this or it can blow up in your face, so he just sits there. Well he does for a minute, then pulls out a marker and gets to work drawing.. There just were not enough mustaches, but then returns to his seat to wait for his allies to return from whatever it was that had them. It was all he could do as he didn't know magic, and thought about learning.. Your a Wizard Wade... crosses his mind as he sits conteplating asking Willow to start teaching him magic. 

:'''{{#var:9875|Hellequin (9875)}} has posed:''' There aren't many hell hounds left behind, and they won't be able to pursue them. And then Deadpool gives his advices and... vanishes! Nothing makes sense, but the Hellequin has time to nod at his departing companion. "Nothing will happen to the Slayer as long as I live... and this means, for a very long time." As the Hellequin follows the group, his attention is directed toward the three men in ceremonial garb. His sword has been returned to its scabbard for now, though it only takes a couple seconds to draw it back out. From his aerial point of view, the Hunter keeps an eye at the surroundings, in case other hellish creatures would appear. Once in a while he looks back in the direction of the Slayer, as he considers her under his /protection/, like some previous slayers have been. While his ways and views might be antiquated, his dedication is sincere and unwavering. 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' Sinister helps the general movement through the plane, as this is not unfamiliar territory to him. Having another that has such experiences most certainly helps make it quicker. "I'm cheating," he informs Buffy "because someone else isn't biding by the rules, call it taking back the track." With the call though, his hands lower, bringing them down toward the ground, with a nod towards Nick for his assistance, he keeps an eye about the area. THis is not his Rite. Not his ritual. But he certainly can make sure he listens and learns... and keeps watch. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' "Everything comes at a cost." Nick replies to Giles, voice a bit calm for someone who is supposedly going through the same thing, "Comes with the package of becoming phantasm, loaned energy aside. It's not permanent. When we land it'll come back to you." As Sinister and Buffy float nearby he looks over to her, listening. He doesn't have as much to offer to Buffy. Not really knowing the full extent of what led to the text message sent to his burn phone. He's been out of the loop due to some...family related problems. Buffy's request doesn't fall on death ears and as Sinister directs his charges downwards, so does he, righting themselves upright as they are a few feet off the ground to allow for easier stepping. He checks the positioning of their feet to make sure they are on ground or slightly above before he releases his hold. 

:'''{{#var:99|Mercy Thompson (99)}} has posed:''' "Hopefully that will mean that our bodies are safe, but... in some things, if your spirit self is hurt where you are then the injury is transferred when you return to your body," Mercy says, a thoughtful tone to her voice. She tilts her head a bit to one side, considering part of what he said. "The ritual words spoke of an exchange, but... whether that applied to how the trap behaved or something I couldn't say," she says, lifting one of her shoulders in a faint shrug. She doesn't know enough about magic to be able to make a judgement. "If 'they' wanted us to die, then they could have simply dumped us in the desert and let the elements do their worst to us," she says, frowning a little bit. "They could have had any number of different intentions behind setting the trap," she comments, wrinkling her nose slightly. "No smell, bother it," she grouses, albeit mildly. She's used to being able to smell things. Many things. She gives a nod, to Nick's explanation. It's not uncommon for magic to have a price. "That's good to know, that it's temporary," she says in a soft tone. Her gaze turns towards the ground when attention is called there by Buffy's words, studying the figures standing there. She waits through their descent, and once her feet are settled to the ground she looks to Nick and gives a samll nod. "Thank you," she says, gratefully. And with her hand released, she takes a moment to rub her hands together, perhaps liking to be able to feel the sensation of touch again. 

:'''{{#var:996|Giles (996)}} has posed:''' Giles remains still, in as much as is possible while floating in the air, and watches around them. He spies the three African men when Buffy points them out. He nods in the direction of the three men. "Yes, lets," he says. He nods to Nick. "Ah. That makes sense." At least, he thinks it does. He nods to Mercy as well. "I suppose we'll find out for certain when we get back," he says. Clearly, he's assuming they /are/ going to get back. Temporary is good. And Giles is glad to have his senses back once his feet are back on the ground. "Yes, thank you," he says to Nick. "Interesting manner of travel, but not unpleasant." Now that he's back on the ground, Giles takes a moment to first unload the crossbow and put the bolt back in its little quiver, and then to put the crossbow back over his shoulder where it's at least somewhat out of the way and unthreatening. Afterward, Giles looks around to take in their surroundings. And to see if he can sense any further black magics. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers arches a surprised brow as Deadpool,simply..Vanishes from existence. "Wade..?" she frowns, shaking her head, not sure what it means. Perhaps it is simply that he is not essential to the solving of this puzzle, his unique abilities allows him to more easily traverse this realm and the next..Or whoever is attacking them had focused their trap specifically upon Buffy. "Hope youre right about that..I just hate running away from a fight. But maybe that's what led us here, to these people.." To Mercy, she shakes her head slowly, "But this realm, it's like we're reliving The First Slayer's memories. She has some control here too. They have to follow her rules to some extent too. I don't think it'd be that easy to kill us unless the dream goes astray..?" For a moment, there a flicker of light around Buffy. For a moment, Buffy is not standing there but the lone proud savage and powerful First Slayer, Sineya, dressed in rags, her rich mocha skin and long dark hair painted in white ear paint. "This is..My destiny.." she steps towards the men who..Seem somehow hostile, dangerous, they simply nod to her as she offers them her hands, and they chain then together with shackles. Suddenly they are no longer in a desert but in darkness, in a cool,dank cave somewhere, Buffy shackled to the wall, the others in cages of their own, and another, bigger cage containing some massive fearsome creature of darkness and evil.. The three men now sit behind a balcony overlooking the cavern several yards above the rest. The first of the three turns to look at Giles with cold dark eyes. "Young Watcher.." he booms in a heavy, rich accent, "You have much yet to learn. You...Must make sacrifices..Watch..Learn. This is the true power of Slayer.." The second man looks to the others, "Friends of Slayer..You face..New threat. Together you have power, but is Highly unregular..Can trust no one, especially not..A demon!" The third snaps his fingers and the cage holding the massive darkness is released. A huge shadowy creature steps out, it's long shadowy clawed arms reaching out towards Buffy. What little light that illuminates the room through the torches along the walls is quickly extinguished as the monstrous being of pure evil steps ever closer to Buffy, attempting to merge with her..But of course, it's a special demon, one that can be merged into one with the strength of heart and spirit to control the darkness. Isn't that how the story goes? Only..Something is not quite right. There's too much fire in its eyes, burning under its nails. The fiery whip in its hand appears from nowhere and it lets out a twisted snarl of pure evil hunger. Is it really just a shadow demon or something more..? 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' Sinister is in a cage. Oh, lovely. This is not something that most people ever think of doing twice and judging by the vexed look on his features, it's something he's only entertaining because of a respect for those here. He looks at the iron and bone, slowly traversing his eyes to the tableau infront of them, then toward Giles, Mercy and Nick he leans, murmuring aside. "This is supposed to happen, yes? Or should I be rebelling about now and becoming all cross with confinement? I leave this to your expertise." 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Nick gives a nod to Mercy and Giles as they offer thanks. "You get used to it after awhile." Nick adds to Giles' assessment of his dream travel capabilities, "Just...maybe don't start practicing around Halloween. People watch the weirdest stuff then." The musician looks back over to Buffy, watching her start to transition in appearance over to another woman. The view is soon marred by the appearance of cage surrounding him. The momentary urge to get out pops in mind but the question about whether or not this is supposed to happen draws him back to the Magic box. There was some image of chains in there. So maybe? Nick looks over to Giles, waiting for a sign for a potential jail break. 

:'''{{#var:99|Mercy Thompson (99)}} has posed:''' "It will either be a pleasant surprise to go back and find out we're not hurt or an unpleasant one if we found out we are," Mercy comments, quirking a smile. She lifts her right hand, pushing her braid to her back. Her gaze turns to Giles, and there's a smile that tugs a little at the corners of her lips. She glances towards the quiver that holds the bolts as he puts that one away, and she shifts a bit to stand a touch closer to him. Mercy lifts her shoulders in a bit of a shrug, her gaze turning towards Buffy. "We might be, we might not be. It might be some twisted version of it from whatever trap had been laid," Mercy says, a bit uncertain. She goes quiet after saying that, slipping the fingers of one of her hands into a front pocket of her jeans. One of her eyebrows quirks up a bit at the change in Buffy's appearance, and she tilts her head a touch to one side. But she doesn't say anything, not even as Buffy's wrists are chained. And then, the location shifts and changes, and her nose twitches slightly. Caged, she steps back from the bars briefly, and she watches, withdrawing her hand from her pockets and rubbing them together a bit. Caged isn't a way that she likes to be, but she doesn't try to get out as of yet. She glances towards the demon that was set loose, watching it, giving the whip in its hand a brief look. She looks over towards Sinister, and she lifts one of her shoulders in a bit of a shrug. "I know not what is supposed to happen," she comments, frowning a bit. She isn't familiar with the origin story of the Slayers. 

:'''{{#var:996|Giles (996)}} has posed:''' The expression Giles wears when Nick mentions practicing around Halloween... He shakes his head. "No, best not," he says. He has a smile for Mercy as she steps closer to him. He turns his eyes to the three men. He watches without comment as Buffy is chained. And then... That is how the story goes, but Giles knows something is amiss.. still amiss? More amiss? ..the moment the scene changes from light to darkness. And that demon... Wait. What? Young? Giles? His brain momentarily skips, and he shakes his head to get it back into gear. He looks at that demon again, his forehead furrowing with a frown. "Rebelling, I think. We should be rebelling." He looks to Buffy. "Buffy, fight it. That's not the right demon!" So much for sacrificing by sitting by and Watching that merge happen. Giles moves to the cage door and tries to open it, to see if he can get out easily or if this is going to require a little more finesse. The door doesn't budge. He pats his pocket and then stops and takes a breath. He concentrates for a moment, and slips his hand into the pocket, and pulls it back out with a lockpick held between his fingers. He nods once, to himself, and sets to pick the lock. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers blinks slowly, shaking off the strange trance she was briefly under, eyes widening in horror as she realizes what's going on. "Giles? What is this? What do you mean 'wrong' demon?!" she clenches her hands, trying to break free of the chains, but she's just a normal girl.. Then the shadowy creature reaches out and touches her, and she screams in pain as it starts to merge with her, falling her with darkness. So this is what it was like for the First Slayer. The realization of the truth fuels her fear, turning it to anger. *Snap!* The chains break free as she regains some of her former strength, rolling out of the swipe of the creature's fiery whip. Buffy reaches for her tonfa, swinging it around, slashing at the creature's legs as it rapidly sheds its shadowy disguise, burnt away by a fearsome, fiery form, sharp horns curling from its head, powerful fangs hanging from its mouth. For now it's focused entirely on Buffy but who knows what it has in store for the others? The three Shadowmen watch intently, a bit surprised at the change, and one rises slowly to his feet, before the second rests a hand on his arm, shaking his head. "Another test. They must be ready..For what is to come.." It seems Giles has already broken free of his prison, and the third shadow Ah rises to his feet! pressing a button and nodding too those in cages. "Prove yourselves worthy of what is to come, and that which belongs to her. To them.." he gestures towards a brilliant shining object that practically glows on its resting place on the wall between the three men. The M? Scythe. 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' "Oh, /good/." There is no small hint of malice in the way that 'Wessex' said that. Regardless of whether the cage was unlocked or not, his literally explodes, his head tilted downward and his hair hanging somewhat infront of eyes that have turned a solid ruby state, glowing and maleficent. All the fragments hover around as he walks forth from confinement, only to hold hands at his sides, twitching middle and index finger toward the demon as he advances; all those shards of cage take flight, fast and hard toward flames and horns and whip, even as he turns his gaze sidelong toward the scythe on the wall. "Giles!" is yelled as he sends a fragment of steel and sinew at the wall, impacting to dislodge it and let the man grab it. Then he flicks his index finger sidelong, sending a large bar of steel and bone toward Mercy as a weapon of sorts, not bothering with Nick as the man has his own sticks. Then a buckling forward by thirty degrees occurs and those shards of cage whirl in a wind about the evil horned one, buffetting, bludgeoning, slicing with a yell from the man that grows in anger and volume. Dust from the cave floor rises and hovers, his hair goes wild and his eyes glow brighter still. The telekinetic storm is like an intensified, localized Mach 7 tornado. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' To Gile's assessment, a brow raises, "Rebel it is." He closes his eyes and backs up. Stepping through the back part of the cage. When enough steps are taken, he opens his eyes, giving a quick assessment to Giles taking care of his cage. Ok, there's a way out for the rest. So time for the more pressing manner-. Bzzt! The door to the front of the cage swings open. There's the slightest of tics appearing upon Nick's face... Very well... Nick jumps onto the top of open cage, vaulting off of it before pitching forward into a roll, form elongating and changing into a mix of furry gray, brown, and white. As the grey wolf lands, coat full. It's apparent why sometime's its good NOT to be able to have a sense of touch. Because, that amount of fur would probably be uncomfortably hot right about now. The wolf runs forward, seemingly running towards the storm. Demon and all. 

:'''{{#var:99|Mercy Thompson (99)}} has posed:''' One of her eyebrows quirks up slightly when Giles mentions rebelling, and she turns to step towards the bars of the cage that she's caught in. "I can likely handle a smidge of rebelling," she comments, a whisper of amusement finding her voice. She doesn't have a proper lockpick on her, but... she has a bobbypin. Lifting her right hand, she feels around a bit in her hair before plucking the hair pin free from her dark hair. She bends it a bit, as she'd been taught years ago, and she moves to the side where the lock is. Her brow wrinkles as she cocentrates on the lock, using the bobbypin to pick it by feel. She swings the door open a couple of moments in advance of the pushing of the button that would have granted freedom had she only waited. Patience isn't a strong suit of hers. She steps out of the cage, and then she slips the bent bobbypin into a pocket of her jeans. She softly snorts a breath through her nose, her gaze turning towards the Shadowmen, though she keeps quiet. If she has an opinion on being caged, she doesn't offer it. As Sinister sees fit to provide and offer up a weapon for her, she gives a nod to him and lifts a hand to claim it from the air. "Thanks," she offers, a brief flicker of a smile coming to the corers of her lips. She appreciates the weapon, even though the swirling fragments of metal around the beastie give her reason to pause about approaching it. 

:'''{{#var:996|Giles (996)}} has posed:''' Not quite what it was like for the first Slayer. Given that it's a different demon. "That's a balrog, not a shadow demon!" He gets the lock undone and shoves the door open, slipping the lockpick back into his pocket. Just as Wessex blows his cage to bits. He steps forward, moving toward the demon and Buffy, only for that shout from the doctor's shout. He turns that way and then there's a scythe coming his way! Giles catches it. There's a momentary blink as Nick turns into a wolf. Giles shakes it off though. Turning, he runs toward Buffy with the scythe in hand. Once he's close enough to be certain the demon isn't going to interrupt it, he shouts, "Buffy!" And tosses the scythe toward her. Scythe away, Giles pulls the bronze sword from his belt and charges at the demon with a shout. It sounds like something Latin. He brings the sword down, toward the wrist holding that great fiery whip. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' The full run continues, bringing the wolf closer. Upon a chunk of debri hitting the ground before him, he leaps, seemingly orbiting around like some of the metal chunks. One piece flies through him from behind without him noticing. As the wind brings the wolf up high enough he shoves forward, landing on the demons face. Claws extend, jabbing into the nearest eye with what will likely be a gooey, and quite possibly sticky, result. Clinging on, he tries for the other eye as well. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers glances towards Sinister, arching a brow as he unleashes a mad tornado like flurry of flying shards at the monster, which weakens it significantly, even though it seems to have a thick skin and incredible healing ability. This may take some time to wear it down. Fortunately, there are more joining in the fray once they are freed with the prison, and Giles and Mercy soon join in the hacking and slashing, followed by Phantasm who leaps and with a few well placed slices, effectively blinds the monster, causing it to lash out wildly with flaming whip spinning about it in one hand and sword in the other. Hellequin is also here, deftly dancing about, hacking and slashing in his own style. Finally, Giles shouts and Buffy reaches up to catch the..Well it's not truly the M? Scythe, only it's dream counterpart, a memory of the real weapon, but even then, memories are potent, powerful things. Especially with a weapon that draws its strength directly from the Slayer, her strength, her experience, her skill. With a yell, she leaps in to join the fray, backspringing and jumping off the wall as it tries to snag her with its fiery whip that leaves a searing mark along the wall in its wake. The weapon seems to sing and ring out, glowing in silver light as she swings it, leaping high, and in one fell swoop she cuts off the beast's head. With their combined efforts, the foul beast falls lifeless to the ground, in front of the startled, yet impressed group of three. They crowd together, murmuring amongst themselves until finally one of them turns to speak: "You did well Slayer, Watcher, and allies. This dream was infected by a foul evil, and though you have pushed it back, still it remains in the waking world. A powerful force remains yet shrouded and yet it seeks even now to unleash hell on earth.." he descends the steps slowly, standing in front of Buffy, reaching out to touch her forehead. She gasps, eyes widening, staggering back at something unseen by all but herself.. "Go now, if you can find your way back.." 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' THOOOOMMMMMPPPP.....paaaaa. The wolf ends up flinging to the ground giving a bit of a arp! in reaction. The wolf lays still for a few moments before getting up to his paws. Shaking it off. The fur floofs out with an approprate FWWOOOOMP accentuating the result. The poofball stands there for a moment, tilting his head before shaking himself back in order. Threat gone, he shifts back to Nick form, listening to the shadowman that speaks. To the prompting of them being able to leave, he tilts his head. "...Well. Ok." He holds his arms out. "Grab on to an arm and hold on." Nick pauses, looking to Buffy, "This is a lot of people to be giving a ride to in one go... I'm going to probably need to crash somewhere after this. And please don't let it be with Wade..." Once everyone grabs on. Nick smiles, "Alright guys, Basic gist. Don't worry about the lack of taste, smell, and touch, that is normal. It will come back. Do not let go until I tell you to. Now. Close your eyes and on three, take a big step forward...." 
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13463/A dangerous experiment!

2021-06-09T01:41:17Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' It's a nice sunny day outside, and fairly peaceful. Actually it's kinda boring, and a rather restless Megan got ahold of an unusual book in the library - a magic book no less. In the hands of one lacking magical talents such a book would be fairly harmless. In the hands of a young half faerie girl who possesses such talents but little in the way of experience it can be deadly! "I don't care what they say, I don't care how dangerous it is, I'm gonna summon my dad, cuz I miss him! If no one will teach me magic then I'll teach myself!" She is sitting on the rooftop,flipping through the pages of an old book as she searches for the proper spell to summon a spirit. "Aha, here it is, I've seen this before, just need to draw a summoning circle, light some candles and utter these magic words.." she's got the candies and chalk and begins by drawing a pentagram.. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:'''     Illyana is at the school today. It's too nice of a day to spend in a "hell dimension" like Limbo. And she's been spending plenty of time in Limbo lately. Things haven't been as stable as she'd like. Nothing to really concern herself too much. Nobody's been close to taking an advantage in the magical realm. But the fact that some have been trying has been annoying enough that she's had to put in the effort in maintaining her hold.     So today is a relaxation day. A day away from the responsibiities. And so she's at the school today. Almost nothing magical ever happens here. And when it does, at least it's got a lighter feel to it. At the moment though, she's taking a walk in the woods. Alone. Enjoying the quiet. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn doesn't expect anyone to come up here. It's not like there's a lot of exciting things to do on a rooftop on a hot day. Most people are down below in the gardens, in the pool or playing sports in the front yard. Which is just fine by her. She finishes drawing the magic circle, having absolutely nooooo idea what she is doing mind, and starts lighting the candles. Megan has not had a lot of practice in..Well any sort of magic aside from her teleportation spell and sleep spell. It seems like every time she finds a new tutor, they do little more than prompt her to meditate, and then they abruptly vanish before even teaching her the fundamentals. Soo, there's a very good chance that this could go very, very wrong. Once all the candles are lit, six candles in total, one for each point of the pentagram nestled in the middle of her circle, one in the very center, she clears her throat and begins: "Oh, goddess of the underworld, I beseech thee. Here my pleas. Come to my call...." There's a whole long big speech, and she's only just beginning, trying to pronounce every word slowly, carefully. Ooh. What's this? Some of these words aren't even in English. "Uh..Sanc..Sancortus, no wait..Um..." she bites her lip, pausing on a particular word..Oh dear, she wasn't expecting this. Her personal aura starts to flicker a bit, her skin prickling as she calls upon her own magical reserves, even though she's no idea what she is doing or how to manage it. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:'''     Wasn't Illyana just thinking that one of he highlights of the school was that there was so rarely any extreme magic? So then why does something bothersome catch up with her out of the blue? Of course, being up on the roof of the school, it's not obvious what's happening at first. Illyana can really just tell that something is happening off in the direction of the school itself. And then as she looks at the school for a moment, she can tell that it's coming from... the roof?     Megan's spell isn't something she can see from where Illyana is, but her magical senses read the ritual as more of a 'shout across the campus'. Summoning isn't exactly beginner stuff, so it's a lout shout. And there's only a handful of residents or occasional guests of the school that could even attempt it. With a sigh, Illyana summons a stepping disc and aims as close as she can to the source of the magic. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn frowns as she stares down at the incomprehensible words. "Why...Dont they make sense? I dont..Understand..Ugh..Cant read it.." some of the words are simply faded, some of them she cant even pronounce properly. She's getting nervous and hesitant, starting to wonder if this was a really, *really* bad idea. And that's a very dangerous thing, because you should never stop a ritual spell in the middle. Things tend to go wrong. Very wrong. "Ummm...Err...Sacritum mobius callibrein..Uh.. Dammit, I can't do this!" She shuts the book, staring at the candles, still burning brightly in the mid afternoon sun. Wasn't the timing all important too in magic? Maybe she should have tried this at might night, in a quiet dark basement. There's a bit of wind up here too, and it blows one of the candles, right out. She holds her breath, wondering if that might trigger a dangerous chain reaction in the spell..But hey, she didn't even finish the chant, soooo...In theory, it shouldn't do anything more than simply..Not work, right? Right? 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:'''     Illyana appears a few meters away just in time to see the book snap shut, not saying anything immediately, looking at Megan's circle, tilting her head to one side and then slowly to the other side, watching expectantly. She's not sure /what's/ going to happen. She knows a few things though. 1) There was some kind of real magic being performed up here, 2) That magic wasn't for beginners, and 3) Slamming a book closed is not the traditional... or ever used way of finishing up a spell. Which means whatever happens now could be anything from nothing at all to really bad. But nowhere in the "perfect casting" zone.     Eventually, she speaks up. "You meant to close that book?" 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Well, it's a good thing that she hadn't actually started the ritual to begin with, as that last candle hadn't stayed lit for long enough for the summoning circle to begin drawing power from her. Even so, that sort of power does not come without a price. And for Megan, that price comes in the form of some sort of backlash. She yelps as she feels some sort of spark, almost as if she touched an electrical plug, and she jumps, stumbling back a few feet. "Yikes! That was...Geez.." Oh, there's Illy. She laughs nervously, "Hi, Illy! Uh, how's it going? I was just...Um....reading..?" meep? Oh yeah, the other candles are still alight, though with this wind, likely to blow out any minute. And then there's the pentagram drawn into the ground in chalk. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:'''     Watching Megan get that small amount of feedback, gives Illyana a moment of pause. Tilting her head again to try to make out the title on the book in Megan's hands. "You're reading magical books on summoning now? You must have come a long way from where you were", she says dryly. Okay, she doesn't believe that. But she /did/ promise to help train Megan at one point a while ago. Or at least she agreed to do so.     She makes a few wiggles of her fingers and she extinguishes the candles simultaneously with a small spell. "You do know that what you were doing could have been somewhat dangerous?" 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn sighs, staring down at the book. It's old and missing lots of pages. It probably shouldn't even be in the library. How'd it even get there? "Umm, well see...NO one would teach me magic, and I really really just wanted to see my dad..Cuz I miss him.." She sighs, shaking her head sadly. "Can you even imagine what that's like? To lose someone you care about?" she's always believed that Illyana is cold as ice, is incapable of feeling, or caring about anything or anyone, afterall. How could she understand? 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:'''     Illyana raises an eyebrow and there's a momentary glare that disappears almost as quickly as it appears. "And you thought that trying out something that clearly is above your skill level would get someone to teach you? You should understand that magic needs discipline. Above everything else. If you're not patient enough for it, you won't find many who will teach you." She pauses to let that sink in before she adds, "And to answer your question, yes, along with many others, I've lost my self. To magic. So you should understand why I might be disappointed here."     She sighs, "But I did say at one point that I would teach you. So maybe we need to start that." And with a gesture, she opens a stepping disc a few steps away. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn pouts and nods slowly. "I know, I know...It's dangerous, but..the last few people who promised to teach me stuff all kinda let me down, they vanished, became too busy when I needed them the most.." She'd point out that even Illy had once promised herself then taken off - presumably to deal with important Limbo matters or something, who knows? Her own life has been fairly busy anyway. She does light up a bit at mention of teaching her again. "Ooh, do you really mean it this time? I'd really like to learn..I suppose I don't want to have magic blow up in my face, but maybe one day I can learn something like this.." she steps away from the book, not wanting to touch it again after that little spark. Scary! "How'd you learn so many spells so quickly anyway? How long exactly *were* you in limbo and who taught you?" she's heard snippets, Illy has given her vague explanations, but she still cant grasp just how exactly Limbo works. Maybe she ndeds to spend more time there? 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:'''     Illyana isn't smiling when she's asked those questions. "Time doesn't work the same way in Limbo. So how long I was there really doesn't apply. You won't learn the same way that I did." Which would be pretty impossible anyway, considering how Illyana learned. As the book is put down, she reaches down to pick it up. "But first, please don't leave these lying around. They're not for playing with." And considering it was found on the school grounds, there's a good chance that this is one of Illyana's books anyway.     Once she's gotten that point across, she continues, "But yes, if you want to learn, there are things I can probably teach you." Though she's starting to have reservations. Megan's got the power. And maybe even the talent. But does she have the discipline?     Then again, when she started, she herself was basically a child. So maybe there's a chance. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn pouts some more. "Ooh, I'm sorry, I guess you could have spent like, a million years there, and you still have really good skin. That's kinda...Creepy!" she laughs. A lot. Rather nervously. Yeaah, she should reaaaaaly shut up now. Megan clears her throat. "Umm, well yeah I guess I dun wanna spend a million years in limbo to learn magic. I mean that last time was super scary. But even learning magic fundamentals would be nice, you know? If you have the time? I'll study really hard? And I can totally help around the..Err..Limbo?" 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:'''     Illyana can usually hide her feelings about her original time in Limbo because the people who knew her then know not to really ask about it. Even her closest friends really don't talk about it. So Megan's discussing it would probably be offputting if not for the fact that Megan seems to be clueless about what actually happened. Though she's familiar with Illyana's dark side. She actually met that dark side.     "I'm not a million years old. Time still happens there. Just not at the same speed. And there were other factors involved. As for learning...". She gestures to the portal. Megan may not have been expecting things to start now, but this at least seems to be what Illyana is implying. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn remembers how frightening Limbo was. She'd rather not go back there again if she can help it. But if that's where Illy learned all her magic and became super powerful, maybe there's something to be learned there? "Oh....Right, I guess you're probably not *that* old, I mean you look so young, but.." she shrugs helplessly. Really, someone aught to shut her up. And then when she seems to imply that lessons are starting now, she blniks. "Uh..Now?" 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:'''     Illyana feels like she should be laughing at some of these things that Megan is saying. Yet there's something that makes her not want to look away as Megan keeps saying more and more things that would force most people to shut their mouths. "If not now, when?", she asks. "You say you want to learn. And if left to your own devices, there's a good chance you'll end up dead or killing someone else around the school by accident. So we'll go to Limbo and we can start learning." 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Aha, she's right of course. Megan is pretty impulsive, stubborn and determined. All dangerous ingredients and a recipe for trouble. She nods slowly, glancing towards the stepping disc, clenching her fists. "Right. I'm not scared. Not at all. Soo what are we waiting for? Let's go!" who knows what Illy has in store for her, but this is what she wanted, someone to teach her magic, right? 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:'''     Does Illyana question whether Megan will go through with this? Only a little. But then again, she's also been a little vague on what she'd be teaching Pixie in Limbo. And that was deliberate. "After you", she says, once again gesturing to the glowing portal. Should be probably be letting someone know that she's taking Megan across dimensional lines? Probably. But this teaching part is probably going to work a lot better if she can work without the red tape that the school would almost definitely require. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Oh nooo, she's making her go in first. This could be a trap! Last time Illy offered to help her rescue her friends, she pretty much Tortured her (Well, as far as Megan is concerned anyway, with the whole ripping soul bit). But she's not about to back down now, or show weakness. She's an Xman afterall, right? And she's known to be brave, reckless sure, but brave and determined too. "Fine, let's go!" with a grin, she steps in, vanishing from view, if only briefly. Hey, she's an alumni now, and no longer a minor. Even if she's still not allowed to legally drink. Pfft. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:'''     Illyana smiles as Megan enters the stepping disc. She has to at least give her some credit for going that far. Most people don't willingly step into Limbo. Not knowing what's on the other side. Not while knowing full well that they won't be leaving immediately after they arrive. Limbo isn't a place that people usually willingly go. So if Megan is willing to overcome her past experiences with Limbo, that at least earns her a little potential in Illyana's eyes. Potential that Illyana can work with.     Making one last gesture, she dissipates the symbols drawn on the room for Megan's ritual, leaving just a stack of candles as the only evidence that she was up here at all. Taking one last glance over the field behind the mansion, she shrugs. It /was/ going to be a quiet day. Smiling to herself, she follows Pixie through the shimmering portal, she shape disappearing behind her, leaving the roof of the mansion once again quiet and empty. 
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13331/The Open Door: Sealing the Rift

2021-06-07T04:01:24Z

Buffy:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2021/05/29
|Location=Abandoned Subway Station - Manhatttan
|Synopsis=The supernatural hunters return to the vampire stronghold to learn about what led to the release of the vampire lords, while sealing a dangerous magical rift of epic proportions.
|Cast of Characters=328,996,61,174,190,103
|Tinyplot=Open door
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' When you enter the ancient vampire stronghold again, you notice there are two rooms: the bigger one is where our heroes fought the epic battle against an army of vamps, freeing the prisoners from cages and intercepting a sacrificial ritual taking place on the raised central dais with steps leading up to a large pentagon shaped stone table. The stone table is covered in rusted blood and has a few cracks in it. It also has some engravings on the front that looks like some form of ancient Latin writing, as well as what looks like five platforms in the five corners of the large pentagonal stone table, each with an engraved symbol on the surface. Magical sensitives may sense strong magic signatures coming from the table. 

:'''{{#var:996|Rupert Giles (996)}} has posed:''' Rupert Giles takes a moment to look around and then his feet take him toward that stone table. He sees writing on it. And once he reaches the table, he's proven correct. He crouches down and, though the temptation is strong to do so, does not touch it with his fingers. He does read what it says. "Hic requiescit m? falcatae, sacra telum de homicida daemones et custos sigillum." There's a short pause as he puzzles it out. "Herein rests the M? Scythe, sacred weapon of the chosen one and guardian of the seal." He blinks and looks closer at the stone table. Pentagon shaped. He rises to his feet and walks around it in a circle, looking at any writing he can see. Looking at any magic he can see and make sense of. But mostly looking at any writing he can see and perhaps translate. 

:'''{{#var:61|Constantine (61)}} has posed:'''     At least that Deadpool idiot isn't here again. That's about the only plus John can find to this situation. He really really doesn't like this place. But he's come prepared with a stack of books tossed into a bag that's tossed over his shoulder; he's mostly guessed on what might be appropriate. In another bag, he's carrying components for spells and rituals that he thinks might be relevant, including one that, if it works properly, will give them a front row seat to a psychometric show of what all might have happened here. If it doesn't go well? Who knows, they might end up BACK at that night.     Regardless, he enters the area with all his senses on high alert, his eyes open to the magical and the mundane. His first stop... the table. He briefly glanced over the Latin along the way and muttered, "Something about killer demons and guardian seals... and a scythe..." Whatever, he's more interested in the type of magic that's all up on that table. He does, by the way, grunt a grumpy hello to whoever he might pass as he gets to work. Seriously, he's grumpy McGrumpypants tonight. Last time he was here, he got STABBED. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' The furrowed brow is deeply creased. Harry glances around the room and leans lightly on his staff. Dangling at the end of a cord, just inside his duster, his blasting rod waits for trouble. Phallic symbols anyone? He turns up the duster collar a little and mutters a word. Symbols written on the leather glows briefly as he settles the power to them. Flexing his right hand, rings there glow lightly, power hidden in them as well. Something akin to brass knuckles rest on his left hand, also aglow with power to those sensitive to see it. There will be a great deal of humor if this all falls out without any trouble, but there is a disadvantage being the squishy human sort that doesn't last long without preparation. A return nod to Constantine and he looks around the room again, checking for something. A soft growl muttering from him about the things he gets into with his brother's girl. Since everyone else seems to have the writing under control he continues to look over the place. 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' Willow was behind everyone, trying to figure out what was this place, and how do we figure it out. Where the others were checking things, she stood by the 'doorway' and tried to picture the whole thing before honing in on something. Something niggled within her. But what? 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Spike had come along, bringing his new sword, although it was hidden in his duster coat right now. He clearly had the same tailer as those immortal folks who manage to hide swords in raincoats. Maybe there was a pocket dimension in it? Who could say. "Right, so what's this about?" He asked, picking up the annoying slack from the absent Deadpool. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Constantine's magic sends tendrils over energy over the surface of the stone, bringing to life ghostly apparitions of past memories. This place was a war zone once, and the echoes of a battle can be heard as ghostly apparitions of a vampire army marches through the massive room, headed by seven especially powerful vampire lords. They have swarmed and corned a group of heroes among which there are: A dhampire^, a Wizard, a Witch and a Slayer. The Slayer wields a weapon of incredible power, and even in the memory of a past life, it's magical power can be easily felt. The scythe is shaped more like a Lochaber axe with a gleaming red axe head edged in silver with a sturdy stake on the other end. It glows with power and sings as it twists through the air, easily felling vampire after vampire. The Dhampire and Witch and Wizard also fell dozens of vampires with each strike, but they are running out of time.. The Witch and Wizard yell something, closing ranks and reaching out to touch the axe head in a triangular formation. There's a blinding light and when it clears, the entire room of vampires are turned to stone. The power seems to have killed the four heroes as well, sacrificing themselves on the stone table, where the scythe rests. The images blur and flash again, as if they may change but something odd happens, the table lights up brightly and the room shakes. The writing on the table glows brilliantly, almost dangerously. Buffy watches with a frown and,as if drawn by something beyond her comprehension, she moves as if in a trance towards the glowing words. "Something...Calling my name..Who are you?" she murmurs. But as she touches the words, she suddenly screams in pain..And collapses. As Giles examines the five symbols, he will notice the following: One bears the shape of surf waves. One resembles rocks of a mountain, One bears brilliant flames, One resembles airy clouds. The last resembles an Ankh and Scythe intersecting. 

:'''{{#var:61|Constantine (61)}} has posed:'''     John had walked a little ways away from the table and settled cross-legged on the floor. He pulled items out of one of his bags. There wasa vial of something black-ish green that stinks to high heaven when he opened it, a little copper bowl and pestle and a , a cloth pouch filled with sea-salt from the Dead Sea, a ritual blade, two owl feathers, a raven's beak, a stick of simple white chalk and an hourglass.     Some mixing, grinding, quiet chanting, and well, just magicky stuffs and like everyone in the room being able to bear witness the past in the form of ghostly images.     He's good at multi-tasking though and always has one eye and one part of his brain focused on the surroundings. "Someone stop her, aye? Before she winds up suitable for display in a park filled with pigeons or the like?"     He picks up the ritual dagger and slices a shallow slice into his own palm in order to add two drops of his own blood to the mixture in the copper bowl. The last added ingredients SHOULD allow him to fast-forward and re-wind as he sees fit so maybe they can hone in on exactly what they need to see. Like who took that Scythe and where. How to seal that rift, anything specific. 

:'''{{#var:996|Rupert Giles (996)}} has posed:''' Rupert Giles keeps a general eye on everyone here, noting their general locations in his mind. But for the most part, his attention is all on what he's looking at. The table and whatever symbols and writing are on it. To John's grumpy greeting, the only response is a vague, "Mm? Yes. Hello." Typical Giles. So deep in what's caught his interest that the people around him don't really register anymore. And then there's the ghostly replay. He pauses to watch. His brow furrows as he goes back to looking at the symbols. "Elements. Water. Earth. Fire. Air. And.. For the last, faith? Religion? Spirit?" He eyes the symbols on their platforms. "I wonder.." Whatever it is he wonders is left unsaid as Buffy screams. He hadn't even noticed her moving closer to where he was standing until that scream. Now he jerks and turns toward her. Just in time to catch her as she collapses. He pats her cheek. "Buffy," he says. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' "Magic." Dresden mutters when Giles talks about the five symbols,"The pentagram is the five elements surrounded by will, magic being the fifth." Before he has a chance to think any more out loud, Buffy screams and goes down. He blinks and moves his gaze to her. A few steps before he pauses again, reaching out with magic sensitivties to see what has changed other than the images. The scowl on his face gets deeper as he takes a few steps towards Buffy, touching the pentacle on his neck absently. It's never a dull moment with this crowd. Since Giles is attempting to bring back to conciousness, he studies the room and his hand moves from the pentacle and raises to touch his brow. 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' Ankh and Scythe. Giles had got four of them, but the fifth.. The Ankh. Willow wracked her brain. It had numerous meanings, mostly with death. But some people believe that it has the power to temporarily bring back to life the dead. Twice, if.. no.. yes? "Guys.. What if the Scythe gave life. Well, partly. The past gave me a thought. What if this was made to funnel the power down, and this scythe kill another person so that the evil people could use the dead person's life force to bring back some other being?" As she said it, she purposefully didn't mention the part where the Slayer was probably was the victim. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Spike was further away from Buffy when she collapsed, and by the time he knew she was doing it, others had rushed to her, tending, and so, Spike had the look of concern, but there wasn't much he could do. Besides, he didn't know much about health care, especially under these circumstances. He listened to the wizards, or really, mostly tuned them out. Magical mumbo jumbo to him. He was taking more of an interest in the five symbols, and as he touches his boot against one, he said, "right, nothing ventured, nothing gained." He would stand on it, having no clue what that would do. He ended up standing on the fire one. If the movies were anything to believe, what he just did was either really good, really bad, though could just be nothing at all. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers isn't responding to Giles, or anyone else. She's still breathing deeply as if in a trance or a deep sleep but seems largely unconscious and non responsive. Hopefully she'll eventually wake up.. And as Spike steps on the fire symbol, it grinds as it depresses into the ground..Those with magical senses can sense a sudden dangerous shift in the balance of energies in the area..And then the room suddenly grows unbearably hot. As if that's not enough, the ceiling grows red as balls of flame start to rain down violently upon the entire party. 

:'''{{#var:61|Constantine (61)}} has posed:'''     It's not often that John casts magic on the fly and when he does, it's never pretty or elegant. It also always takes a toll on him. He pushes himself to his feet. "I'm going to close it, for as long as I can," he announces quietly. It could be that no one will even hear him. He raises his hands above his head and, drawing on the power of the ley lines, he begins to attempt to put a literal lid on the rift; a magic one, but still literal to anyone that will be able to see the end result of the spell he's attempting.     It's definitely not elegant. His voice is rough, low, the words barely audible and likely not understood by most even if they were audible. He splays his fingers, to those with the ability to see, energy from the ley lines crackles and pops in electrical lines to those splayed fingers. His brow breaks out in a sweat. His nose even bleeds. The color drains from his features. His voice rises to a crescendo, loud, booming, but the words really do seem like so much nonsense, perhaps even to Giles. What language is that? Is it even a language? Probably something he learned during a trip to Hell? He can open portals to other dimensions, rifts to other worlds, he's drawing on that knowledge now to work in reverse. At the end of the spell, he slams his hands downward and, to the sighted, there's a big old glowing lid over that table, over the rift.     John drops to one knee, then both. The strain is obvious in his continued chanting that's grown softer again, it's obvious in his expression, even in the muscles of his arms and chest. He's literally putting everything he has to give into keep the rift sealed, controlled, putting the balance right again so that everyone else can proceed magically without everything going to fucking Hell in a hand basket. He won't be able to hold it long, so people better step up the pace! If he gets burned, he doesn't seem to notice. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' "You're furthur destabilizing the rift John." Dresden comments, but doesn't see a need to comment furthur. That may be what Constantine means to do to furthur his plan. Then the rift changes and Dresden nods when Constantine gets it under control,"Nice." He looks at the table and then to Buffy with a scowl and kneels next to her as well for a moment,"The table is reacting to her presence, the words triggered it and it lashed out at her." "Maybe fire isn't the best first choice." he mutters towards Spike when he steps onto platform of his choice. He scans the room again, starting to step away from Buffy since Giles has it under control, as much as can be expected. He scans the room and sighs, walking towards the other symbols, opting for earth. Eartch magic used correctly is beyond deadly, might as well see what happens,"Whatever Spike did changed the field, pick a seal." 

:'''{{#var:996|Rupert Giles (996)}} has posed:''' Rupert Giles glances to Dresden at his word. And words. "Yes," he says, momentarily distracted from trying to wake Buffy. "This symbol, Ankh and Scythe intersecting could be magic. Hmm. What order would you activate them in? They seem to be meant to be activated. Perhaps activating them is the 'will' in this case." Now it's back to patting Buffy's cheek and trying to wake her. He nod somewhat absently to Willow, and her words get the wheels turning in his mind. "Life and death," he says. "One gives it and one takes it?" The potential to bring back an unspecified being is not a good thought. He looks up just in time to see Spike step on the fire symbol. "Spike, don't-," is all he gets out. Then it's done, and it starts getting hot and raining... fire? "Oh bollocks," he mutters. He lifts the limp form of Buffy up in his arms and does what he can to avoid falling balls of flame. "Don't depress the wind symbol, you'll just make the fire worse. Earth or water might put out the fire," he says toward Spike. Dresde's words and actions bring Giles to glancing at the symbols and shakes his head and walks toward the symbol for water, carrying Buffy along with him. He doesn't step on it yet, though. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' With the fire symbol grinding and depressing into the ground, the room seemed to heat up, and the ceiling grew red as balls of flame rained down violently upon the entire party. Spike would practically leap up off the dial, hoping and wishing for it to move back up, to turn it off, which he seemed to mouth, "come on, back up you go, turn off the big scary fire balls." He was having to use his coat to try and protect his head. Fire was bad for everyone, but fire for vampires was especially bad. He was looking around, trying to think, and in desperation, would cup some of the water, assuming it was water, and hopefully not holy water, Spike would try to pour some of it on the fire symbol he had just stood on... or he was going to get serious hand burn. 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' Spike steps on the fire rune, and, completely surprised no one, sets it off. The fire rune should be countered by water.. right? Right. Willow looks for it. It will either help or harm. Only one way to find out! 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Constantine's sealing spell seems to help a bit. At least the writing is no longer glowing and the room no longer vibrating. Even the fireballs seem to be less hot and intense. But they're still coming down. If someone doesn't do something soon, the whole place will burn up in flames. When Harry depresses the earth symbol, it too grinds as it sinks down..And then..Now the earth is shaking violently, gaping cracks ripping apart the ground. When Spike pours water on the fire rune, it flares to life this time, glowing a brilliant red...The flames instantly vanish. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Fireballs, because that's a good thing. Harry takes a deep breath an exhales. He shakes his wrist and the shield bracelet settles in place. He angles the shield above his head, pushing will through it and making an angled umbrella of power that defects the fire rather than try to block it directly. He kneels down to make his protection cover him a bit better, waiting to see what the seal does. "That went well." he growls at himself as the earth begins to shake. At least the fire seems to have stopped falling from the ceiling. He sighs and drops to the floor again. It's a stretch, but it's what he has. He blows on the earth dias. It isn't wind, but maybe that will be enough to stop the shaking world. If not... 

:'''{{#var:61|Constantine (61)}} has posed:'''     John might be getting singed here and there, but he keeps on chanting softly. By the second, he's growing paler, weaker. He's drenched with sweat. He can't even stop the chanting to tell them to hurry the hell up. If he does, he'll lose the spell and that might be epic bad. 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' Ah bummer! Now what? Willow stopped to *look* around. Surely the vampires wouldn't have no way out for them, so.. what? What would they do? 

:'''{{#var:996|Rupert Giles (996)}} has posed:''' Rupert Giles watches what Spike does. For himself, Giles carefully does /not/ step on the water symbol. What he does do is look further around the room after the water on the fire symbol does the trick. "Hm.." He gently lays Buffy down, and jogs over to a torch he can see burning along the walls. "Try the opposite of each symbol," he calls back over his shoulder. He comes to a stop next to one of the torches and lifts it from its holder. Then turns and carries it over to the water symbol, pausing to scoop up a couple of rocks. He tosses the rocks toward Spike. "On the air sign." He hands the torch to Willow so she can do the honors there. Then he crouches down to check on Buffy. 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' Ah! Now she sees! Willow goes, quickly, to the air symbol, and sets it off, ready to use the torch on the air symbol! This time she is certain. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Spike, very glad not to be on fire, or in a super heated room, not that the temperature affected him as much as the others, called out to the group, "if you step on one of these blasted runes, use the opposite thing to turn it off. A splash of water turned off the fire one." He was trying to explain over Giles coming to the same conclusion, though in the earthquake, and recent fire, it was easy for things to be a bit chaotic. Spike would catch the rocks and place them over the air sign as instructed, "I hope this works." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' The earthquake continues to dangerously shake the room, bringing down crumbling rocks on the party. Presumably they are dodging and/or shielding themselves from the cracks and fissures in the unstable ground. But when Harry leans down and blows air on the earth similar, it glows brilliantly yellow and the earth immediately calms down. As Willow steps on the water rune, the water rune grinds and sinks into place, triggering a powerful tidal wave to build up, as the room now fills rapidly wuth water. Fortunately, once she tosses the flames on the water rune, it glows brilliantly green and the water also vanishes, evaporating. And as Spike steps on the air rune, it also sinks down with a grinding noise. Bolts of lightning now streak down in flashes of dangerous light and electric energy, before he places the rocks o the air rune. It too, flares to life in a brilliant blue glow and the lighting soon vanishes. With all the unstable magic going around! this room might normally have exploded with all the magic overload on the unstable ley lines. Fortunately Constantine's continued focus upon maintaining the magic rift seems to keep it from simply exploding. In fact, as each rune is stabilized, he may find that he has to strain a bit less in stabilizing the rift.. However, there is now one, final element to tackle, the Spirit element... 

:'''{{#var:996|Rupert Giles (996)}} has posed:''' Rupert Giles contemplates the last rune. "Life and death. Death and life," he mutters. "Willow, you said the Ankh has the power to bring people back to life, right?" Slowly, Giles steps over to the last symbol, the Ankh and Scythe. He draws a knife as he does so, and bounces it in his hand. What he's contemplating becomes obvious the moment he steps on the rune. He draws the knife across his palm and drips his blood onto the rune. Hopefully, a blood sacrifice will do the trick! 

:'''{{#var:61|Constantine (61)}} has posed:'''     ....chantchantchantchantNOTYOURBLOODHERSYOUBLEEDIN'IDIOT..." There's a moment when the seal Constantine has been maintaining starts to fail, maybe things get a little hairy in that split second, but he had to say SOMETHING. He has to raise his voice and draw in more power, more than he should rightly be able to handle, but he's always been stubborn and confidant (...in dangerous ways), just to get a handle on the spell again. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Spike hated this. He saw what Rupert was doing. He saw what Constantine was doing. And he knew enough about these things, he knew enough about vampires, life, how it all came down to blood. That red stuff that flew through our veins, that vampires craved, that boiled with passion, and stopped at death. "It'll never work," Spike explains to Rupert, even as the man drips some of his own blood onto the rune. Constantine murmured something about it. And Spike would march up to them, with a noticeable swagger, take the knife from Giles, and cut Buffy. He immediately winced, feeling the pain as his chip went off like a mother, and Spike's free hand would go to his forehead. He was doing it with expert precision, he knew it was coming, but it still hurt like hell. He knew where to cut, how much would bleed, what was fatal, what was near fatal. Recovering from the pain somewhat, he added, "like this," and poured the blood onto the rune. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' The moment that Giles stepped on the Spirit rune, it would sink down...And the room would be shrouded in near darkness, lit up only by the glowing seal that Constantine was working so hard to maintain on the center of the pentagonal table. Which would be a good thing, as a lot of magic is being thrown around, even if it is ultimately necessary to stabilize the magic and the magical rift on the stone table. From the darkness emerge skeletal creatures, hideous twisted creatures, the undead and reanimated remains of vampires defeated both long ago and recently, thanks to the combined efforts of the supernatural hunters the last time they ventured into this abandoned subway tunnel. They are equipped with swords, and seem to emit an aura of fear as they swarm the room, swinging out with deadly weapons that strike, not with metal and steel, but with extreme pain and fear. They are actively attempting to climb the table and prevent Spike from reaching the fifth element with Buffy. Of course, Giles' attempt will cause the rune to crackle but will ultimately be futile. It's only when/if Spike is able to reach the rune in spite of skeletal creatures blocking his way and attempting to attack him, that a few drops will cause the rune to start to glow faintly. However, a few drops won't do it. Seems it demands more of her life force, her very blood, than a few drops. 

:'''{{#var:61|Constantine (61)}} has posed:'''     Awww, bloody FUCKING hell! John is at his limit and beyond it really. It's a good thing he's so damned stubborn. "Spill some slayer blood and do it bloody quick!" Some things just have to be said even if it means another, longer, but temporary flickering falter of his seal. He gets it back under control, wrestles it back under control with nothing but sheer stubbornness and maybe a little bit of last night's booze still addling his brains. He sways on his feet again, staggers, nope he's back up... down, one knee.... both knees... Another fight, another night that John Consantine will likely be carried out off the battlefield. 

:'''{{#var:996|Rupert Giles (996)}} has posed:''' Rupert Giles knew, even before Constantine's yelled out warning, that he had chosen poorly. Even as Spike comes over and does the deed that Rupert hadn't wanted to do. He nods his thanks, and then there's nothing, for there are attacking creatures. Giles isn't armed, but he's decent with hand to hand combat at least. He does his best to clear a path for Spike, knocking skeletal vampires aside despite the pain and fear the vampires are inflicting. 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' *Now* Willow knew what she was doing. She held her arms out, in different directions, and began to whisper.. Definitely different from Constantine (not 'bloody's' /that/ is for certain!), but similar. And as she grew stronger, her voice rang out till it filled every nook and cranny. She couldn't get rid of them, but with John.. Interesting. If you took what John said to music (think Gregorian chant here), and put Willow as a counterpoint.. Together they were better than each of them alone. Which is what Willow wanted. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Aura or no aura, in his closet or out in the open, Spike did not fear skeletons. Seeing them come out with swords though, he said, "how very Jason and the Argonauts of them," and would love to engage them, but he was trying to close this portal, rune, or whatever the hell it was. So he would jab, kick, or punch, and somewhere amidst it all, hand Giles the sword Buffy have given him recently, all while trying to carefully bleed Buffy. He didn't want to kill her, but he knew that it needed more blood. It needed the blood of a champion. "Come on, close, damnit, close." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' The skeletons are quite skilled, quite powerful, and with strikes that cause fear and pain with each strike. But Giles is a surprisingly skilled combatant, and he manages to dispatch several of the skeletons with well placed strikes and grapples. But it seems there is no end to these skeletons. Fortunately, Spike is also a skilled combatant, and he also manages to clear a path towards the Spirit rune, dropping more of Buffy's blood on the rune. It takes a while, and a shocking amount of blood, but eventuallly he manages to satisfy the rune's conditions for a sacrifice.. Still there is significant lag this time, and the skeletons don't vanish immediately. Fortunately, as Willow steps up, her magic proves quite the match for even this dark power, and as Constantine time keeps the unstable powers from collapsing, her spell will eventually open a dark portal, banishing the remaining demonic creatures back to hell. They screech as they're-dragged back to hell, the portal sealing behind them and leaving the room in an eeerie calm once more. And once the last rune flares to life in brilliant purple light, all five runes light up, connected by streams of glowing energy until they form a perfect pentagram: earth, air, fore, water and spirit. John will find that the magic rift is now healed and permanently sealed as a column of brilliant, blinding white light fills the room. When it clears, there is a strange object resting in the centre of the pentagram. Looks like a little wooden shadowbox.. Buffy blinks and stretches, eyes snapping open, looking tired, weakened from all the blood loss. "Hey guys..What's going on..?" she asks.. 

:'''{{#var:61|Constantine (61)}} has posed:'''     "Bugger..." is all John manages to get out before he pitches forward... flat on his face and out like a light. At least there's no stab wounds this time, but he'll certainly bitch about the burns in his trench coat tomorrow. Seems the man's never awake to celebrate the victory! 

:'''{{#var:996|Rupert Giles (996)}} has posed:''' Rupert Giles catches that sword and turns to use it with good effect. The fear and pain he's ignoring. And then it's over, as quickly as it had begun. Giles takes a moment to catch his breath, wincing his eyes closed at the blinding light. When it clears, he sees that box and walks over to have a look. Holding the sword with one hand, he reaches out and takes the box, looking it over. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Spike had been careful with his cut of Buffy, knowing he wasn't endangering a major artery. But she had still lost a lot of blood. The good news was that she had come out of it too. Looking down at her, he had removed his jacket now that the skeletons weren't an issue, so he could take his red shirt off. He had torn a strip from it to bandage Buffy, and once she seemed to be in better shape, he would put his coat back on. Stopping the bleeding was his first priority. And he didn't taste any of it. Not one drop. No matter how much he might have wanted to. 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' "Silly John," says Willow. But she only got permission to use the library. So library it is! "Come on, I'll open the door to the library. It's the only place, except the kitchen where I'm allowed." And since she is holding the door open, she'll go last. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Now that the rift is sealed, there is an eerie calmness settling over the area. But it doesn't make this ancient vampire graveyard any less spooky. As Willow opens a portal to Constantine's house, Buffy's eyes flutter closed again, leaning her head against Spike's chest as he wraps her wound, and mumbles incoherently under her breath. The loss of blood has made her go into a bit of shock and she shivers, feeling cold, confused and weakened. And why is her arm been cut? She frowns at Spike but is too confused and exhausted to argue. The shadow caster seems to whisper softly, casting eeerie shadows on the walls as Giles picks up the mysterious magical artefact. It may take some research to reveal its secretes, but that is for another day. For now, it's time to rest and recuperate for our heroes.. 

:'''{{#var:996|Rupert Giles (996)}} has posed:''' Rupert Giles tucks the shadow caster under one arm. There's no way the thing is going into a pocket. Then he looks around the room and notes the unconscious Constantine. He moves over to the man and crouches down beside him. Gets his other arm around John, under both of his arms, and hoists him up and carries him in that somewhat awkward way to the doorway Willow's holding open. "Thank you, Willow," he says as he half carries half drags Constantine through it to the other side. Once there, he'll find somewhere comfortable to tuck the man. Probably even with a blanket covering him. 
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12950/Not a Witch hunt

2021-06-07T03:59:50Z

Buffy:

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|Location=Masonic Cemetery, Sunnydale (TBD)
|Synopsis=Buffy meets Hellequin again and learns more of Slayer history
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' This is not a witch hunt. It *is* a hunt, however, for real threats. You know, vamps, demons and the like. Of course that distinction must be made clear because lately it seems the lines between good and evil have been quite blurred. Soo Buffy is here, lurking in a creepy cemetary where numerous fresh graves have recently been dug and filled. She's always had a kind of sixth sense about these things though. So etching tells her there will be new vampires rising tonight. And so she is ready, with the nifty new mace she had bought from the weird French antique store the other day. 

:'''{{#var:9875|Hellequin (9875)}} has posed:''' Another sign that this will be a night of living-dead rising - and Buffy might recognize it - is the sound of the rumbling thunder in the distance, growing louder and approaching fast. Countrary to the other time she heard this rolling thunder, the Slayer can also notice the growling of what must be very large beasts - most likely dogs - approaching with the thunder. The Hellequin is out hunting with his faitful mastiff dogs, for he too, can sense that this will be a good night. For him, anyway - not for the freshly made vampires. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers tenses as she awaits the hunt. But this is no hunt for sport or pleasure. It's really a job, a calling if you will, and when a group of vamps rise from freshly dug graves, she is ready for them, eager to try out her newest'toy'. "Alright then kiddies, let's have some fun.." she grins, testing the balls on the end of the chain with a few swings through the air. The vamps, some six in total, seem up based, nor are they afraid of the Slayer. Seems they're still waking up, give em a second.. And then she hears the...What is that, hellhounds? She frowns, glancing around. "..The heck?" 

:'''{{#var:9875|Hellequin (9875)}} has posed:''' Not the heck, the Hellequin! Emerging from a cloud, appears the ghostly figure on his ethereal horse. Hovering over the far end of the cemetery, in clear view of Buffy, the horseman slowly raises his large halberd. The Hunt is on. For the ghostly figure, this is not a /job/. It is a nighly duty, to rid the world of evildoers of all kinds, including living-dead such a vampires. By his side, two large Bordeaux mastiff dogs stand, ready for action. They might be as ethereal as their master, but their large jaws can break real bones with a snap. Hellequin slowly raises his hand, pointing at one of the fresh graves. Without a word from their master, the dogs pounce toward the grave, quickly taking hold of the arm that was making its way out of the grave. Pulling on the vampire, the dogs then take hold of its limbs, tearing it appart, then jumping at its throat, killing it in a few seconds. The mastiff are /that/ efficient, with their centuries of training. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Okay, the vamps are ready to fight a Slayer, but not a hell clown! They shriek in surprise and pain as the dogs drag em out of their graves, and they snarl, turning on their latest threat, making a feeble attempt at fending off their attackers. But for newly born vamps, the ghostly digs are too fast and strong and they're torn apart even before they realize what's happened. It doesn't take long for Buffy to realize she's not alone, although she's got her hands full with the three other who swarm her. "Let's dance then.." she grins, spinning her spiked ball around, knocking them to the ground before staking them one by one. She pauses only briefly to acknowledge Hellequin with a slight nod and wry smirk, "We meet again, Hell clown."she greets, before three more vamps pop out, two rushing at Hellequin, the other two swarming Buffy again. 

:'''{{#var:9875|Hellequin (9875)}} has posed:''' The two vampires rushing at Hellequin really are full of intent... and the Hellequin rides away! Oh, is he scared? At a distance, the horse stops, turns around to faces the vampires. Slowly, the ethereal halberd is raised. Rearing up, the horse then charges towards the wampires. "Most Merciful Jesus, lover of souls, I pray You, To wash in Your Most Precious Blood, The sinners of the world who are now in their agony, And who will die today." Reaching the vampires, the halberd is expertly swirled around, in a large semi-circular motion that quickly decapitates the two vampires, turning them into dust. The dogs, done with their first target, turn automatically to the vampires swarming Buffy, without attacking. Done with /his/ vampires, Hellequin holds the horse, lookig at Buffy as she fights her opponents. "I am /not/ a clown!" comes the booming voice, with a hint of annoyance. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers is a bit bust with her vamps for a moment or two, although these#new norms are fairly easy prey, and so she takes her time to toy with her prey, having a little as she practically dances about the battlefield while keeping an eye on Hellequin. Hmm, there are the prayers again, and the halberd. Those vamps don't stand a chance. She studies his fighting style, trying to figure out who trained him, where he's from, other little details. The ones targeting her might think they have an advantage over her whiles she's distracted, though she quickly spins around, expertly wielding that mace as if she's used it all her life, then once she knocks em to their feet, feet's, she twirls the mace around, staking them one at a time with the sharp wooden end. "And stay down!" she orders them as she wipes the dust from her clothes, then turns to face the hell clown. "So we meet again, not that I couldn't have handled them on my own but..." 

:'''{{#var:9875|Hellequin (9875)}} has posed:''' The dogs growl lowly, as if frustrated that there are no more targets around for them. On returning by their master side, they stop a few feet away from Buffy, sitting, looking up at her. Yes, sitting, as if waiting to be petted! For some reason, the fierce ethereal mastiff do not fear the Slayer nor are they menacing towards her. The Hellequin remains on his horse, reaching forward to pat the horse's neck. "I /knew/ you could kill the all," comes his voice, "Slayer, you fight well indeed. You inherited what was yours to possess. The knowledge and skills of all your predecessors." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers arches a brow at the dogs and can't help herself. "Soo...now you got hell dogs too?" Nope, not gonna let them, they are hardly cute in any way. She saw how they tore apart those vamps. How easily they could tear apart her friends, or herself if she gets I. the way. Soooooo nope! As for the compliment(?) she just gives him a casual shrug and grin. "What can I say? I'm the best at what I do!" she grins and winks, clearly she# hung out too much by a certain someone who coined that term first. "But it seems you've got the slayer field covered pretty thoroughly too, Soo..,What's the deal? You never really answered my questions last time. You a ghost? Demon? Human with phased form? How did you get this way?" 

:'''{{#var:9875|Hellequin (9875)}} has posed:''' With a slight movement of his hand, the dogs are called back to their master's side. The horseman leans down, to pat the on the head. "Good dogs." Then Hellequin dismisses them back to their ethereal backyard. "I am who, and what, I am," he replies and, as usual, not answering direct questions. "I am not a Slayer like you," he says, "I am one in a way. A different way indeed. But I have fought along slayers before you." He then pauses, seemingly lost in thoughts for a moment, before adding, "May they rest in peace." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers arches a brow at the dogs, "Sooo how many of them do ya have? Got other spooky pets too? Maybe, I dunno, a ghost hamster?" she smirks in amusement at the mere thought, because she can't imagine even a ghost hamster being spooky. Though she frowns at the non answer. "Okaay, wait a minute. That's a whole bunch of mumbo jumbo. Cant you just gimme a straight answer?" But of course the mention of other slayers causes her eyes to widen. "Really? Uh..How old did you say you were? And..This..Joan of Arc, did you fight alongside her too? Is she a slayer, is that why..?" 

:'''{{#var:9875|Hellequin (9875)}} has posed:''' Hellequin considers Buffy for moment. If his facial features were clearly visible to her, she would see him frowning. Humour doesn't sit well with him. "You are certainly a different kind of Slayer," he states after a moment. "You do not seem to posses the same humility that others had. And your ways are... something I have never witnessed before." As to if he likes it or not, that's another story. At the mention of Joan of Arc, Hellequin seems to freeze for a moment, until his right hand slowly reaches his heart, upon which it rests as he speaks. "Oh, Johanne la Pucelle," he says, his voice conveying some kind of emotion as he mentions her name, "She, who was a Slayer, and sacrificed her own life to save her country. Her holy death was horrible, crying, engulfed by the flames... and caused great pain to..." He hesitates, "To many good people. The Divine Providence has mysterious plans for everyone. And the plan He had for her, has been inherited by each Slayer since." So again, he is not answering directly, and it is unclear if Hellequin fought or not alongside Joan of Arc. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers shrugs, "What can I say, I like to work in a team and I have faith in my friends. I also find 'laugh so you don't cry' is a good way to live." she grins. "But..." she blinks, "Tell me more, what was passed down to each slayer? What am I missing?" 

:'''{{#var:9875|Hellequin (9875)}} has posed:''' Hellequin nods in agreement to Buffy's take on life. "Joy, happiness and laughter are not sins," he states, "As long as they do not harm anyone intentionally." That's when the horseman decides to dismount, the ethereal horse returning to its ethereal stable. The harlberd has been returned as well, and now that he walks on the ground as casually as a mortal would do, his large sword can be seen at his waist. "Divine protection," he finally says, glancing at Buffy as he starts circling her, always casually, looking down at some graves as he passes them. "He let His Mother be the champion. She is the one providing the divine protection." He pauses, now standing still, as he reveals. "Slayers are the Holy Virgin's own, special warriors. While He judges and forgives, She protects the innocents from evil. And that is what you are doing, aren't you?" Well, to be frank, that is what the Hellequin understands about it, he's not really privy to God's deals. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers arches a brow as he climbs off his mount and really can't help it. "Wait, do t tell me, ghost horse has a ghost stable too? that's just...heheh.." she bites down on her, trying to be solemn but finding it very hard, so she does her best to cover up her chuckles with a pronounced cough. "Ahem..,Sooo..Uh. Divine protection, you say? Well, isn't that interesting. I never thought of it that way. I mean..We have a special job, and I know many have been sacrificed through the ages. But, isn't it true a Slayer's real power comes from some sort of..Supernatural heart?" Honestly that is a very disturbing thought.. 

:'''{{#var:9875|Hellequin (9875)}} has posed:''' Shaking his head, the Hellequin raises his hand, as if to stop Buffy from talking about such nonsense as a demon heart. "Silence!" he says, not a happy customer, "Joan had no demon heart, no demonic nothing! It goes that you don't..." He pauses, walking towards Buffy, a hand resting on his sword. He then stops, feet away, staring at the Slayer, tilting his head as if to study the slayer more attentively. "If you believe you have a demon heart, or anything demonic, then maybe you aren't a real slayer, but an illusion of the Malin to deceive me." And that would mean, most likely, a death sentence if it's true. At least, that is /his/ understanding of a Slayer, that nothing evil can inhabit them who are entrusted with a divine mission. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers frowns, "Well it's just one theory. I dunno for sure but I do hope it's just a myth. Maybe your right, a divine calling, fighting evil makes more sense you know? But I should do more research. one thing for sure, I am the real deal, I promise you." 

:'''{{#var:9875|Hellequin (9875)}} has posed:''' Hellequin nods at that, and turns around, walking away, his form slowly vanishing like fog in the breeze. "As long as your heart is clear, and your goal pure, you will be proteted." To be noted, he didn't say a pure heart. That is something else. As for the protection, he's not saying if that includes his own protection of the slayer. That said, the Hellequin vanishes from view. 
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13451/Monthly Check-in

2021-06-07T02:24:43Z

Buffy: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2021/06/06 |Location=Harry Dresden's Office, Kingston Falls |Synopsis=Buffy has a chat with the brothers about monsters and leaders. |Cast of Chara..."

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' It's been a really long time since Buffy has checked in on Harry, and she was happy to hear he was back in town after a long absence. She had questions of course, but also after the elemental dungeon trap, she well have even more questions for the cynical wizard. Of course, with her busy schedule, she didn't exactly call ahead of time, just kinda showed up on his door step, knocking rather enthusiastically on the door and hoping he'll just happen to be home. Yeaah, should have called. ahead. He's hardly predictable afterall. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' While Harry isn't in the main room of the apartment, there is a Mouse. A really big Mouse. He is resting on the floor with that not so bright look on his face, though he is beyond intelligent. In the kitchen there is a Mister, lounging like the royalty he sees himself as on the ice box. The sound of a knocker gets a playful woof from Mouse and he jumps up to trot to the door. Big as he is he can look out the window and pant, tongue wagging outside his mouth. He sneezes once and cocks his head to one side. Nobody could sleep through or ignore the sound of the dog even when he's just barking normal, so after a few moments the sight of a bath robe over shirt and jeans Harry appears and looks into the main room. "What is it?" he asks the Fu dog and then looks past him to see Buffy at the door,"It's a Slayer." he comments dryly. Crossing the room he opens the door and motions her inside,"Buffy. It's been a while." he comments at the obvious,"What brings you to my door?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' "Heey Harry, it's me, Buffy! Can I come in?" she peeks through the office window, even though she knows the place is protected by wards. She smiles and waves as she catches a glimpse of his big dog. Of course he'd have a giant dog and a giant cat. He's not exactly petite Afterall. When he opens the door, she smirks, arching a brow. "Nice to see you too, Harry. How you been? It's been like, forever, thought I'd drop by and say 'hi'!" 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' He motions her inside and towards the living area if she is inclined,"It has been a long time yes." he agrees and closes the door. He walks towards the living room easing out of the robe and tossing it on the chair before he takes a seat. Once he is settled he offers,"It's always good to see you, but is Thomas OK or is there something I need to worry about?" He's nothing if not direct. Sure he seems glad to see her, it just seems like there's always something in life,"You want a beer? I think there are two left in the ice box." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers chuckles as she steps in, offering mouse a friendly scratching behind the neck if he'll let her. But of course she is no stranger to the dog, but it's been a while since they saw each other. But Mouse is no normal dog either. "Come on Harry, you take life too seriously. Cant an old friend just pop by without there being some terrible world ending thing to worry about?" she shrugs and smirks. "Thomas is fine, guess I'm the one whose been getting all this attention lately, cuz of this.." she twirls the white strands of hair between her fingers. Wait that wasn't there last time they met a month or two ago, was it? "And no, I'm not like, losing my powers or anything, and no, Thomas is not making me weaker either in case that's what you're gonna say next. You're brother and I are doing well and we're happy.." Oh, and is she sporting a new sparkly diamond ring on her engagement finger too? 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Mouse of course loves attention, he's a magnet for it. He snuffles her and takes all the love he can get. Dresden for his part shrugs and replies,"I got visited by a borderline lunatic say Willow had been tainted by some magic creature. I see her a few days ago and now you're here." he shrugs,"What can I say, I am only a marginal optimist." He studies the white hair and raises a brow,"Dare I ask how that came about?" Mouse wanders over and curls up on Harry's feet. He looks at the dog and shakes his head before looking back towards Buffy again,"As for the rest, if you were powering down it'd be obvious. If Thomas was making you weaker that would be your business. I'm not your judge. I am glad to hear you are doing well." He's a detective, of course he sees the ring. He looks at it for a moment and then smirks,"Let me know if I get to be an uncle soon?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers lifts a very surprised brow at mention of Willow. "...Wait, what? Willow was tainted by..Something? Who, what?Did you manage to help her?" she sighs, blaming herself for not being there. "Geez, Willow..Is she okay? I should have paid more attention..I've been so busy.." As for her own issues, those aren't quite as important. "Oh..Umm.."Buffy waves a distracted hand, "He may have overfed me once, it was a one time thing. And..Well, not entirely sure if this is for real, or if he was just playing along..Since the Bed and Breakfast ticket Nick give us for Christmas was for married or soon to be married couples." As for being an uncle..Buffy grimaces. "You DO know that his kind can't easily conceive right? And as much as I'd like to settle down a live a normal life with him..Well things would be..Complicated..In many ways.." 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' "She seems fine. I couldn't sense anything, she got past Mouse without any trouble, and aside from taking an eye full Bob didn't see anything wrong with her either. If there is something it is well hidden." he tells her in regards to Willow,"The man in the red pajamas, Deadpool, didn't exactly strike me as stable, but magic is fickle." A smirk and a shrug and he settles against the chair more,"Oh the conceiving is difficult, but not impossible. Thomas and his siblings are the living proof of course. Couple that with the power that is within you and it moves to either impossible or really easy. Something to think about." Of course he teasing. Right? 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers blinks slowly at mention of Deadpool. "Aaaaahhh. Now it makes sense. Wade giving you a headache too huh? Yeah he's a little.." she just whistles, making a spinning motion to her ear, "I wouldn't trust anything he says..Although on that note, I have noticed that Willow's magic is growing at a startling rate, and it seems someone named Tala was her new tutor." She shrugs, "To tell the truth, Wade did have a point. Magic *can* change a person..That's right, isn't it? He was worried about her sudden increase in power level too I think. But maybe we're overthinking this thing? I'm just surprised she didn't seek out you or Constantine for help. You know, someone familiar and reliable." As for her own issues, Buffy shrugs, playing with her ring. "Hmm..I wonder if Thomas will really marry me some day, if he's really the type to settle down? You know, we live a crazy dangerous life. But even then, I dunno if we'll ever be rid of evil in the world forever. And he told me something else. He said that if I *did* conceive with him, the baby would feed constantly on me at an accelerated, uncontrolled rate. It might even kill me.." 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' "She mentioned a new teacher, but never named said teacher." he replies with a nod,"As for Deadpool, he's clearly crazy." he agrees,"Told me he could start shooting up Mac's and nothing woul happen to him. I told him he probably didn't want to test that theory. As for the effects of magic and the changes on a person that's obvious. Nothing can change you primally like that and not change all of you." "I don't know that Thomas is the marrying type really. I'm not sure any of us are." he adds to her comments on the marriage thing,"The world will never be rid of all evil, if that were to happen something else would rise up in the power vacuum. That's how things work. Who knows if the next thing wouldn't be worse? As for the contant feeding, you'd have to do things to stay strong sure enough and I'm not advocating trying it, but normal humna types manage to birth children with them so...." he shrugs. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' "Tala. Does the name seem familiar to you?" she replies with a slight frown. "Never met this mysterious teacher myself, but again, maybe I'm being paranoid and protective of a friend. Still, I'm curious to meet her." As for Deadpool 's threats, Buffy's frowns deepen. "Yeaaah, not sure exactly how or why we ended up adopting him except that Willow insisted we help him somehow. I personally think an asylum and medicine could help him better than we could..But at least he's using fighting vamps and demons as a constructive outlet.." As for Thomas, so he seems a little sad by that. "Is it really so silly and unrealistic to think that people like us could even hope to live a normal life? What. about you and Karrin?Are you two still together?" 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' A shake of his head,"I can't say that I have ever heard of her, but it's not like I am terribly social in life." he admits. He rolls the name around in his head a moment,"Maybe it might be worthwhile to have a look at her, maybe not. Willow might not appreciate interference either." "As for Deadpool, I don't know. I am not a professional therapist, but that one is not playing with a full deck. A vampire fighter is a good start. Sanity is better left at the door." He shakes his head and admits,"For you and Thomas I hope for the best and see how things go. Normal would be good, but normal doesn't tend to follow people like us." The mention of Karrin gets a pained look and he shrugs,"I haven't seen Karrin in weeks. I don't know where she is or what she is doing. I am guessing she's undercover or something. I could scry for her, but I don't think she would appreciate it. Maybe she just needed break." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers hmms and nods, "You're right, Willow wouldn't appreciate it, neither would Karrin. I suppose we just have to trust them to do the right thing." she pouts a bit about the latter though. "Awee, really? She's been that busy?" Buffy sighs, leaning up a bit pat him on the shoulder, "I'm sorry. I'm sure it's just work. I'm sure it isn't personal.." not like it helps. Much. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' He shrugs and doesn't comment any more on Karrin's absence. Life has to go on and he'll just see if she returns. It's obvious he cares about her, but life goes on. At his feet Mouse makes a muffled sound as he dreams. Looking at the dog a moment he smiles a little,"Sometimes I think they have it all figured out. If you lick it and it doesn't help, piss on it and walk away." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers makes a face at that. "Ummm okay..Crude but effective. " she decides not to mention Karrin anymore either, noting it to be a possibly sure subject. "Oh yeah, by the way, have you heard of a guy named Lucifer? Thomas and I checked his club out the other day, he got a weird reading on the guy. I was sure Lucifer mentioned something to Thomas that sounded like..'I can help you..'" 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' "Sometimes crude works the best." he admits with a shrug. When she mentions Lucifer he raises a brow,"You're not asking me with with a straight face? Have I ever heard of Lucifer? Really?" Sometimes even your friends can catch you a little off guard,"Thomas and I talked about someone calling himself Lucifer and he asked me to look into him. I have just haven't made my way to his club. Other jobs ahead of investigating a possible devil. I think you'd be smart to keep Thomas away from him just in case. Wish granting sorts aren't unheard of and the cost is rarely beneficial." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers smirks and nods, "Yeah, I know right? I suppose it would shock and amuse me endlessly at one point, but now, I don't think anything can surprise me, honestly." she shrugs, "Anyhoo, you're probably right, dunno what he's up to but he could be bad news, the way Thomas was reacting to,him.." she nods thoughtfully, "You're right, there is a lot going on right now, that whole unstable portal and elemental puzzle was just the tip of the iceberg. I believe there's a war on the horizon and we need to be preloaded. That shadow caster thingie that Giles found might be the key to all that. We should check in to the Magic Box soon.." 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' "Anyone professing to the Lucifer is either stupid, arrogant, or legit." he muses,"The first two are almost more dangerous than the last one. The ability to appear as something you aren't has a history of leading people into really bad decisions." "A war on the horizon. I'm not a soldier, but if you really think it is a threat you need to get all your assets gathered and look for the holes in your army." The dog drools on his foot and woofs again. Almost like an annoyed boyfriend, Mister sighs and drops off the ice box. He glares at Mouse and trots off to the bedroom away from the noise. He's royalty after all. All cats are right? 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers hmms, "That's the thing, it seems like half of us don't trust each other or are at each other's throats half the time. Myself included. I've been running myself ragged." she sighs, brushing the white hair out of her eyes. "I had discussed it with Thomas, and I need to ask you too. I need a second, Harry, someone to question my decisions, to offer a second opinion, to help me run things when I can't.." Buffy twirls and plays with her hair as she thinks, "I've acquired some powerful allies but to be honest, I'm not sure I can trust half of them. That's why I'm wondering if you might help out. You're level headed, smart, and I know I can trust you. You'd make a great second. I'd considered Thomas too but I might be too biased with him. " 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' It's about that time that Harry's old fashioned phone rings...then squeals... then goes to the old fashioned answering machine, all in the course of about 2 seconds. Still the voice on the other end doesn't seem to perturbed. "Hey Harry, it's Thomas. I'm in the area and thought I'd swing by if your not too busy. Call me back if you are... Or if your not home I guess calling me back will be pointless, but I stopped by Mac's so Mister and Mouse will have you to blame for not getting their sandwiches. See you in a few..." There is a few more seconds of music, then the phone hangs up. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' "Trust is a necessity." Harry mutters,"There is a reason I rarely work with others, particularly those on the White Council. There is no trust there." He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. His attention moves toward the retreating cat for a moment and then back to Buffy,"If you're going to put together an army you have to be able to rely on each other or you're just throwing bodies into a meat grinder." The phone ringing and the noises on the answering machine get a sigh. The message does at least get a smirk and he gets up to walk over to the door and open it so Thomas can enter,"I must have done something right to have you both here at the same time. I don't know what it could be, but something." Her question about him being her second causes him to pause again and there is a look of skepicism on his face,"I don't tend to follow orders well and I'm not much of a leader either. I really do flock in groups of one, but I'll consider it." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers grimaces, "When you put it that way, it sounds pretty bad. To be honest, they're a good bunch, and I know there's good in all of them. We're united against a common enemy Afterall." she shrugs, "Come on, think about it at least? You're a detective, you're smart, level headed, powerful. If you don't take orders well, maybe you can give em out better? Think about it." The phone rings and a small smile dances on her lips, "Well you know how it is, where one of us is, the other isn't far behind.." she sits at the sofa, arms folded loosely. A beer in one hand, taking sips every so often. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith arrives to the Lyrics of "Cowboy Cassanova being played well above noise ordinance levels. <<He's a good time Cowboy Cassanova leaning up agienst the record machine. He looks like a cool drink of water but he's candy coated misery. He's the devil in disguise, a snake with blue eyes, and he only comes out at night. Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight, better run for your life.>> Thomas is convinced she wrote that song after meeting a White Court. Anyway he arrives with a large paper bag that has turned nearly transparent from the sandwiches and fries inside. He ducks in calling "Harry you home?" when he sees Buffy though he just grins, "Now most men would find it awkward dropping by their little brother's place and finding their girlfriend there." He says with a smirk. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' "If you two are serious and need help I will help you. I am serious about you getting a common thread with them since none of us particularly want to die any time soon." he replies and looks at Thomas arrives. He shakes his head at the song and Thomas' appearance in general. "I'm home." he mutters as Thomas calls out. Mouse looks up at the sound of the singing or maybe it is the smell of the food. He scrambles to his feet and runs to greet Thomas. A shake of Harry's head and he replies,"Maybe she's developing more discerning taste." he quips back and motions him into the place so he can shut the door. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers hears the familiar music first, and sometimes wonders too if that was written for a White Court Vamp. Hopefully not inspired by Thomas in a past life. Or something. "Annd there he is." she smirks, climbing to her feet, brows wriggling mischievously. "Yeaah, we've been doing lots of baaaaad things." To Harry she nods, "Of course I'm serious. We're becoming a large group, I really could use a second in command but no pressure, think about it." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smirks a little bit and gives Buffy a long, hard kiss that stops just short of "get a room" territory. "Now we've talked about this, only if I get to play too." he says teasingly, getting into the bak and holding out one of the wrapped sandwiches to Harry. "Trade you this for one of those beers." He offers with a smile. When he hears her offer Harry the second in command position he nods slightly, "She really does bro. And i'm too close, not to mention one of the monsters." 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Taking the sandwich Harry walks to the ice box and gets three more beers. No sense Buffy running out after all. He comes back and offers one to her and one to Thomas,"Sworn to secrecy. Nobody tells Mac they were cold or he'll kill us all." he mutters and walks back to the chair where he was. Mouse follows Thomas like a puppy because, well he doesn't have good food manners. He considers what they both say and nods,"Too close is dangerous, both in leardership situations and the actual combat situations. That's something to keep in mind. It will influence decisions." Unwrapping the sandwich in nods his thanks to Thomas and takes a bite. From somewhere around the bedroom Mister appears once more and comes out to see who else has invaded his home and whether or not they can be forgiven for disturbing his peace. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers smiles, forgetting the food for a moment as she tilts her head up a bit to return a deep kiss against Thomas' lips, undoubtedly making Harry feel a bit embarrassed. "Now come on Thomas, we've had this argument too many times. I don't think you're a monster.." Of course she never forgot the time he lost control when fighting those Christmas ogres..She frowns softly, hand sliding down to softly squeeze his hand in her's. "But Harry is right..You're too close. It'd be..Tricky." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith looks a bit amused, "I'm not a monster, and you are Super Slayer who can be simultaneous Lover, Best friend, Student, bouncer, Magic Store Clrec, and stalk the cemeteries without rest." He says playful amused as he hands her a sandwich as well and then heads over to the pet's bowl. He tears one in half, dropping half it in Mouse's bowl. The he dumps the meat, cheese, and other goodies into a bowl for Mister and drops the bread from that half in Mouse's bowl as well. "Then we all a gree. Frankly it's for the best. Can you imagine me trying to give Spike orders?" 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Mouse attacks the food in his mouth, scarfing like it might be his last meal. Mister is more...refined. He does arrive and in his time starts eating. At least Mouse has the good sense to stay away from Mister's bowl. Harry watches the two for a moment, rolling his eyes and then taking another bite of his sandwich. After a moment he adds,"You need to make sure your group will take orders when given. That's almost as difficult as making them all get along." For someone not a leader he sure is pretty smart about that sort of thing,"None of us are monsters, we're all just really misunderstood." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers bites her lip, taking the offered sandwich and nodding to Thomas. "Yeah, it's a lot of work. Dont think I could do it without you honestly, Thomas. " although, Hmm, "Well, Giles is of course another option." even so, she seems impressed at Harry's logical thinking as she takes a thoughtful bite. "Well you sure do talk like a potential leader..Heh, I'll bet even Spike would listen to you..Maybe." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smiles a bit, taking a bite of his own sandwhich and offering Buffy some of his fries. "Oh, I'm a monster," He says casually to Harry. I'm under no delusions of that. If something were to happen to Buffy, what do you think I would do?" he shrugs, "But i'm a monster who is well fed and on a very comfortable leash. And that really does make a difference." 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' "Spike." Harry mutters thougtfully,"The vampire with the computer thing in his head." He takes a drink of his beer and continues,"Funny thing about vampires, fire tends to bother them. Hellfire tends to get and hold their attention very well." He gets another bite of his sandwich and frowns. He looks to each of them in turn and adds,"All things considered, you'd better keep that one far from me for more reasons than just the Hellfire." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers sits back down, quietly munching her sandwich on the sofa as she listens. She doesn't like hearing that Thomas is a 'monster' even if he might have some valid points. She's not too eager to discuss Spike either as she takes a long sip of her beer. "Mm, I know, he's had a couple glitches in the past. It's a bit..Unnerving really, but with your fire magic, that's an extra bonus to keep him in line, right?" But as a text pops up on her phone, she frowns, glancing at it. "Oh darn, I have another shift at the Blue Lady..Thanks for the chat Harry..Thomas, I'll see you tonight.." she climbs to her feet, leaning up to kiss his lips softly before hurrying off. 
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13394/Walk of Hope

2021-06-07T02:04:13Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' It's really quite gorgeous weather when the marathon kicks off early in the morning. Those participating would have the option of walking the river front all the way around the city, which would take all day and end at night, although others could choose to start hallways through. The circuit is quite the scenic trail, winding around the riverside, through numerous parks and across bridges and eventually aiming to end in a bbq and live music in a park downtown at nightfall. Kara had invited some friends along, determined to do her part to help out, and it's now mid afternoon and they're about halfway through the marathon..It's getting pretty hot now, and it's a good thing she packed some cold water. There are of course several stop points in the form of large tents with shade, water coolers, seats, and first aid stations. "Phew, almost there! I'm so glad I came out today!" she exclaims cheerfully as she pauses at a rest point, not because she couldn't go on all day but because she has to at least pretend to be a normal human. She's dressed today in red shorts and a blue tshirt, hair pulled back in a high ponytail as she sips on some ice water. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Owen Mercer (9935)}} has posed:''' Sometimes trying to maintain a secret identity was harder than others. Today was one of those for Owen Mercer. He was in great shape, being an athlete, without ever actually turning pro in any field, and on top of that, he was capable of harnessing the speed force over short bursts. This walk wasn't really tiring him. He wasn't perspiring like most of the other people. So he had to make liberal use of his water bottle to facilitate approximations of sweat stains and water on his face. He wore green shorts, a yellow top, with green rings around the end of his short sleeves, a green collar, a green Nike swoosh over his left breast, and the crest of the Australian National Soccer Team on his right. On the back, it said Mercer with the number 6, although he had to tape the competitor number over top in white, which said he was 113. Coming to a stop next to Kara, he filled up his water bottle, and playfully squirted some her way, laughing as he did, "it's great to get out and get some exercise." Even if it was endurance training. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     This pretending to be human thing is kind of a foreign concept to Lar, but he can't deny that it's sort of fun at times. Especially when sharing it with good friends. Friends like Kara. And Owen. Well he doesn't know Owen -that- well yet, but the man seems nice enough.     "It is a beautiful day." he remarks to Kara as she approaches a rest stop. He wasn't sweaty either, and watches curiously as Owen kept dumping water on himself. Was it really that hot, or did they feel dirty for some reason? When you are someone who flies by stars to soak up radiation, any level of heat on a planet like Earth doesn't exactly get to you. "Are you trying to give yourselves a shower?" he asks, chuckling. 

:'''{{#var:212|Conner (212)}} has posed:''' This is the last time Conner comes to one of Kara's 'great' ideas. Seriously. Spend a whole afternoon feigning they are running and sweating and need water... yeah, it is for a good cause. But surely the Titans can organize a charity, spend an afternoon signing autographs or talking to kids about social issue, or even a fundraising selling old stuff. "We are not getting any exercise," he points out. "Unless we are exercising our patience, in which case I am exhausted." He grumps. "At least it is sunny. But seriously..." He is wearing dark colored shorts and a t-shirt. And sunglasses. Because. "I vote for a movie marathon next weekend." 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' Meanwhile, there's a 'guest' along for the ride, maintaining a comfortable distance. Up above, on the rooftops, a green and purple powered armor suit has been keeping just ahead of the marathon and out of visual range, doing it's best to be stealthy as it keeps up with the group. You would think it would be spotted easy... but the sensors on the LexKnight system are some of the best in the world... and it has access to LexCorp Satellites for a top down view. Lex doesn't need to be nearby the marathon runners to monitor them. Nonetheless, it stays in range for the warsuit itself to scan when necessary. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers chuckles and playfully sprays water back at Owen, "Hey, you! Having fun yet?" she's not sure of his reserves as he seems a little bit more than human but the water was refreshing either way. She just smirks at Lar and shrugs, "Well, you know the water feels pretty good, although I'm dying to dive right into that river too!" of course, such a strong current would carry away a normal human so maybe not a good idea to make a scene. Glancing at Conner she just shrugs and smiles patiently. "Learning to control your abilities and understand what it's like to be a normal human is just as important." she speaks more quietly to him, not wanting to alert her superness to others who might be listening. "Come on Conner, it's for a good cause, isn't it?" She doesn't notice the suit..Not yet."Come on, let's run a little faster, maybe get home before it gets too dark, hmm?" 

:'''{{#var:9935|Owen Mercer (9935)}} has posed:''' The playful water fight with Kara doesn't really have a winner. They both get pretty wet. But that's the fun of it. It's just one of life's fun little interruptions. Kind of sad that neither Connor, nor Mon-El decide to join in, but they haven't seemed to acclimatize to Earth like Kara has. Well, Connor was made here, but he still had an unusual upbringing. "Oh, no," Owen said to Lar, a little surprised by the question, but he didn't know just how recently Lar had come to Earth. It was one of those things that you would only get after living here for a few months to a year. He would smile to Kara, "how about we go swimming afterwards? The Outsiders have an amazing pool." Then he leaned in to whisper to Lar, not really wanting it to be overheard by the regular people. "This is sweaty work for regular people. See how everyone else is perspiring: the discoloration under their arms? You look out of place if you don't have them." And now Conner was at it. He really did need to start a class on how to act like a human being. But then Conner had the brilliant idea of a movie marathon, which Owen moved over, draping an arm around the guy, "see, he gets it." He had only met Conner earlier in the day, so this could be off putting. "Movie Marathon next time, we could watch the Fast and the Furious, Police Academy, Pirates of the Caribbean, the Cornetto Trilogy, anything but Twilight." "And if anyone here would like to attend my cultural indoctrination to the... American existence," it did sound weird coming from him with his accent, as Kara, Lar, and Conner all sounded more American than he did, "it starts with a movie marathon of the Back to the Future Trilogy. Who's in?" He did not know anything about the ominous threat from above. 

:'''{{#var:212|Conner (212)}} has posed:''' "Yeeeah," Conner doesn't look very convinced. "Contrarily to you, dear cousin, I didn't get my powers right away. They came slowly, and I know what is to be physically tired and that entire human-ish stuff that you..." he bites his tongue. Mentioning she wasn't super in Krypton would bring her some painful memories. "Anyway. My control is fine." Then Owen provides an opportune distraction. "All good choices. I have not seen Back to the Future yet." He smirks. "I am American, dude. Fact is, technically I am the only American here. Which is hilarious." Then he glances to Kara, "you gave Kara a wet t-shirt?" He is not sure if he should laugh or be outraged. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "I guess." Lar replies, still smirking at the comment about the water. He glances at Conner, who seems to not be in the greatest of moods. "Hey, we all appreciate you coming." he encourages. "I had to do these kinds of things to learn how to control myself, too."     Suddenly, he frowns, noticing what looks like a robot or suit of armor high in the sky and likely beyond the visible range of a normal Terran. He tries to determine if there is someone inside of it or not, and if he can identify who it is, though at this distance that might not be possible. Not wanting to make a scene either, he taps Kara on the shoulder and points in the suit's direction.     He nods at Owen. "Oh, I didn't realize this was that hard for you Terrans. Shouldn't you be well-adapted to your own planet's atmosphere?" he says teasingly. After all, it was just walking, right? Then in response to the movie comment, a brow goes up slightly. "What's wrong with this 'Twilight'?" 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' As he moves along the rooftops, someone pointing in his general direction gets Lex's attention... and a PIP pops up in his vision zooming in on the person. The Daxamite? Well, this just got a bit more interesting. What's more interesting... is that the suit has a thin layer of lead in it. Just enough that Lar can't penetrate inside of it with his vision... and once he does try it, the suit looks /directly at him through the buildings/. Whoever or whatever is directing that suit, they just stopped and looked at Lar looking at him. It's a clear 'I know what you just did' from it. Then, it continues on it's way... ignoring Lar entirely. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers isn't drenched enough to make her tshirt transparently wet, and happily her tshirt is not white either. She just shrugs and chuckles. "Well if it bugs you too much, just focus on the fact that you're doing this for a good cause. Owen's got the right idea...Cmon, let's race to the end.." Of course they can't go all out, but they can still put on a show right? She arches a brow at Lar, peering at the rooftop with a slight frown. "Hmm..lIf he's looking for us, he won't find anything but human runners here.." well one can only hope that he doesn't have sophisticated scanners in his armour. It's possible he does however. "Come on, let's hurry to the end, looks like he's following the marathon either way, could just be a coincidence?" and with a playful smile, Kara starts off down the rest of the route, quickening her pace, trying to outrun her friends.. Bringing up the rear of the runners and walkers is a tall thin figure in black jogging pants and a black hoodie. He must be sweltering in that gear but doesn't seem to mind. He's also got his eye on a twelve year old girl with a shirt red Bob, running with her mom nearby.. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Owen Mercer (9935)}} has posed:''' "It's a long walk, on a very hot day. I imagine you'd be sweaty too if we were... in your home town. And Lar, it's humans, or people," this guy was going to be the death of Owen if he kept this up. There was so much to teach. Thankfully nobody around them had taken notice yet of the strange visitor from beyond the stars. "And, I'm having to fake it to blend in, mate." This wasn't an issue for him personally. He just didn't want to draw undue attention to himself. Although at the brow over Twilight, Owen rolled his eyes, "oh, I have so much to teach you." "Hey, me mum's American," Owen replied in an upbeat manner as his biological one was, or will be anyway, "And so was me dad." As George 'Digger' Harkness got citizenship before he died. "I have dual citizenship, mate." And looking a bit sheepish when Connor described Kara's blue top as a 'wet t-shirt', he corrected the Human-Kryptonian hybrid, "it's a slightly damp t-shirt, not a wet-shirt. There's a difference... I deny everything. I claim the, bugger, what do they call it in this country. I plead the fifth!" With Lar having looked up, Owen didn't immediately think anything of it. Sometimes people just admired the skyline. But with Lar tapping Kara on the shoulder, and her looking up, Owen would now take an interest, peering at the rooftops. Setting off with the group, he would quicken his pace, doing his best to keep pace with Kara since she was doing her utmost to outrun their group, save for using her powers. And if it came to that, it would prove quite interesting with this assortment. 

:'''{{#var:212|Conner (212)}} has posed:''' Conner lacks of the x-ray vision, so he can't see the armored figure. "What are you looking for?" He asks, briefly confused. But as Kara starts running, he figures it must be unimportant. No comments about the workings of human biology for Lars. It is all in the wikipedia, really. "Oh, fine. Yeah, lets finish this semi-quick. Or something." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar nods, he'd just figured he'd bring it to her attention. It seemed odd, such a powerful weapon monitoring such an everyday sort of event. Was someone expecting something to go -that- terribly wrong? The fact that he can't see into it also usettles him because that means it's either magical, has some kind of special shielding, or has lead lining, none of which are good news. But since it hasn't taken any further action besides having looked at him, he moves on.     He keeps the pace with Kara, also thinking about how much more interesting this could be if it actually was a -real- race between Owen, Lar, and Conner. "Too bad this isn't a real race, huh?" he remarks playfully as he jogs alongside her.     "Not all people are human." he corrects Owen. "Human, Terran, it's the same thing. For the most part, anyway. As in, a sapient creature from the planet Earth, in the Sol system of sector 2814. Hm, come to think of it I think Drake may have mentioned Twilight once or twice." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' The trail continues on, amid laughter, some more playful splashing of water, cheering onlookers and of course, the black hooded figure bringing up the rear but remaining quiet now. He could be familiar from somewhere, or it could be someone else. Not like there is only one person in black hood right? As they near the end a few hours later, the light is starting to leave the sky and a barbecue, live music and lit pathways and a nice refreshing wading pool awash in bright colorful lights awaits the Marathoners. Oh and lots of cool refreshing water. Theres a lot of cheering and clapping from onlookers. But this is no race, it's more of a fundraiser. Everyone is a winner. There are of course lots of sponsors and big names set up but this is mostly a non profit event. Now it's time to relax and dig in. "Yeah we did it! Nice job everyone, let's have some fun!" 

:'''{{#var:9935|Owen Mercer (9935)}} has posed:''' "We'll have to try that out some day," Owen replied to Lar at the mention of a real race. Who would come out on top? If it were over a short distance, Owen fully believed his access to the speed force would suit him well. He knew that he could run at super speed while being opposed by Mach 1 winds, that he could use his speed to collect up poison gas from a space station and jettison it out into space, and that he was faster than Jay Garrick. But where did he compare to Kryptonians? "Actually, it's not, Lar. While all humans are Terrans, not all Terrans are humans. Atlanteans, Inhumans, whatever Gorilla Grodd's species is called, Super Gorilla I think. Not a very cool name. Not like Aerians... There are a lot of sentient species native to Earth that aren't human." Although that wasn't all said in one go. He was speaking while running alongside his friends. Coming to rest after crossing the finish line with the others, Owen had tried his level best to cross it equally with whomever finished first, he would go to a clearing, grabbing an energy bar that was on offer, and some water, Gatorade, or whatever the sponsored drink was. "This was a lot of fun, although I'm not sure how much I like this idea of participation medals. Competition is what pushes us to improve. Participation medals relegate us to the lowest common denominator." Since he was closest to the table, he would hand Kara a drink, her favorite flavor, then a random one to Conner, and Lar, as he didn't know what they liked. 

:'''{{#var:212|Conner (212)}} has posed:''' "Terran sounds slightly better than 'Earthling', I guess," comments Conner. He is Terran but not human too, right? Bah, silly classifications. And finally the finishing line. If he had to 'run' sloooowly for another minute he would have had a stroke. Much sympathy for Bart now, for once. He accepts the bottle from Owen. Any soda is good. Water... okay. Not that he is really thirsty, but a little more acting he can tolerate. There is a brief glance to the black-clad runner. Suspicious much? But what makes him curious is something else. "What did you see beyond those buildings?" 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' For anyone still looking it's way, that green and purple powered suit is still there, a couple blocks away... It's kneeling on the rooftop, out of the way... and doing absolutely nothing to the naked eye even as it keeps facing the marathon. Inside that suit... Lex is watching a top down overview of the afterparty, with a PIP of his local area. Direct neural connections have their uses. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Right, I knew that. I guess I don't spend as much time here as I wish I could." Lar admits. "But Terrans are native to Earth, that was my original point."     He reaches the end of the course with the others, accepting the drink and sitting down with them. He doesn't take note of the black hooded figure yet, there are a lot of people out. And besides, he usually doesn't take preemptive action, even if he recognizes a threat. Not much point to it anyway, with how fast he can move. And how fast Kara, Owen, and Conner also no doubt can move.     "Not exactly sure." he answers Conner. "It appeared to be some kind of humanoid shaped robot or suit of armor. I couldn't tell if there was someone inside of it or not." He glances over in the suit's direction again, seeing that it is still there. "It appears to be watching the festivities for some reason." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smiles and nods to Owen, gratefully accepting the Cream Soda. "Thanks!" she takes a long sip of the bubbly pink stuff. "Hmm, I thought I saw the armoured man who had attacked us in the past. Was prepared to fight us with Kryptonite and what not. Winder if he's looking for us again. Dunno what he had against us.." She glances at Lar, still thoughtful. "You should spend more time on earth with us, get a feel for the place." with a shrug, Kara fills her plate with a hit dog and salad. "Mmm this looks good, makes it all worth while.." she smiles and taps her foot to chill country music playing on the stage. Earth music was so odd, she always found it curious. As they chat, the black hooded figure is glimpsed once or twice then vanishes again. And then things happen..Suddenly a spark lights up the stage, short-circuiting the equipment, causing the amps and microphones to shriek painfully then explode. The colorful lights surrounding the park, trees and fountain explode too. And a stray bolt of lightning hits Kara in the chest as she climbs to her feet, strong enough to stun her and send her flying a few feet into the air and into the nearby river. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Owen Mercer (9935)}} has posed:''' Owen smiled back to Kara as she gratefully accepted the Cream Soda, "you're welcome." He would give Conner a 7-Up, as it was the next thing he grabbed, Mon-El got a Pepsi, and he took a Dr. Pepper for himself. If the green and purpled armored man who had attacked us in the past did so now with Kryoptoniate and what not, he'd have a good chance at eliminating half or more of the Kryptonian population on Earth. And likely the entirety of the Daxamite. "That would be bad," he agreed. "It does," Terran sounds slightly better than Earthling, "although on Futurama, they called us Earthicans," which had always amused Owen. "Don't worry Lar, we'll learn you," which probably confused him even more, as shouldn't it be teach you? It was an Australian thing, likely brought over from Britain, the people who invited the language. As he got his food, he would explain to those around, "oh, this is..." he tapped his chin, thinking, "I know this voice. It's... oh, what..." and then he snapped his fingers, "Marty Robbins." A song called Big Iron was playing over the speakers. He would get himself a beefburger, and as he put cheese, bacon, barbecue sauce, and mayonnaise, he would comment, "this is a cheeseburger, but without cheese, it's a beefburger, no matter what people in this country think. There's no ham in it. And these are chips," as he got his French fries, though he was playful in his tone as he made fun of two countries separated by a common language. His plate of food is dropped on the ground as the bolt of lightning arcs across towards Kara, striking her in her chest. Owen watched it in slow motion, forgetting his secret identity, forgetting that they are in public, immediately moves at super speed to catch her, mid air, as they go crashing into the nearby river. If he weren't wearing a wet t-shirt before, he is now, but he might have managed to save her from it, "are you okay?" He would ask, more worried about her than himself. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "I try to, but the galaxy usually refuses to behave whenever I do." Lar remarks jokingly. "Apparently there's been some rumors that the Brood have been getting more aggressive than usual out there." If anyone else knows what that means, it's definitely not good news. No adequately civilized race considered the demonic insectoid aliens to be friendly or up to any good whatsoever.     He watches Owen as he describes the burger, nodding. "I have heard about burgers, yes." he says, chuckling. "But I thought those were called 'fries'." He doesn't get a chance to get an answer though, as lightning suddenly hits Kara. Unlike Owen, he doesn't actually try to catch her or do anything because well--she's Kryptonian. Unless the attack had kryptonite in it, she should be fine in a moment, and might even get annoyed if she felt he was being too clingy. It's the more vulnerable Terrans around here that are his first concern. Quickly, he searches for the source of the attack, as well as any humans who might have become injured, trapped, or otherwise in desperate need of help. 

:'''{{#var:212|Conner (212)}} has posed:''' "Hmm, it could be just a drone," guesses Conner. Although something of that size is impractical, very expensive and probably illegal. Then Kara mentions someone who attacked her. That rings a bell. "I think I better check it out," he offers. Even if that means he is going to miss the party. It is hard to be a hero. But maybe he can grab a hot dog along the way. But he didn't need to worry. As someone else is blow up the party. And it starts with Kara, although to be honest he is pretty sure the Girl of Steel is going to be in much better shape than anyone else that gets hit by exploding microphones and trees. "Holy..." he starts, but instead of finishing the curse, he moves quickly to see if someone has been seriously injured and needs help. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' It doesn't take long for Lex to analyze the situation. Another test? Nothing localized... no source to track down... but at least he knew what was being used. Pushing him this time might get him to make mistakes. Get careless. Moments after the 'lightshow' started, the warsuit takes off, beelining right for the transformer station that feeds the area. With his top speed, it doesn't take very long... and Lex lands directly in front of the controls for it. Then, he starts to set the controls for it to turn off the flow to that specific area of Metropolis, cutting off power to the couple blocks around. Without a moment to spare, he takes back off, heading towards the 'party' again. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers misses landing in the river thanks to Owen'a quick reflexes. Of course, the lightning didn't kill her like it might a normal person, but she did get stunned, just a little. "Woow, that was...Stimulating..Thanks, Owen." she smiles faintly, climbing to her feet, a bit ruffled, hair sticking up at an odd angle. But as people stare at her shocked, she doubles over in feigned pain, clutching her stomach. "Oh..Ughhhh, don't feel so good..Let's find a quiet place so I can recover.." and maybe change into costume. The bolts of lightning cause mass panic. People start screaming and running around in a disorganized chaos. As the armoured figure cuts off power, the remaining lights go out against the rapidly darkening sky, casting the area into an eerie twilight shade of greys and purples. And then a woman cries out, "No, Roberta!" there, standing on the edge of the park is the girl with the bright red bob hair cut..Only she doesn't seem quite all there, staggering forward as if upset, scared, glowing eyes darting around anxiously. "Leave me alone! I know you're out there, trying to get me! Go awaaay!" She raises- her arms, unleashing more random bolts-of high level electricity in every direction, causing random cars and fire hydrants to explode, and the occasional tree as more people flee in fear. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Owen Mercer (9935)}} has posed:''' The entire back of Owen's shirt was wet as he had brushed up against the river, with most of his body hitting the embankment. That probably hurt him a lot more than it would have her, but he wasn't thinking in terms of durability. His first thought was a woman just got hit by lighting. The second thought was a loved one got hit by lighting. The third was, oh, right, she's a Kryptonian. He would have done the same thing had Conner, Lar, or anyone else here been the only person to get struck in the chest with a bolt of lightning and been sent flying towards the river. It was what heroic people did. "No worries, though, you might want to comb your hair when you get the chance," he couldn't resist the verbal joke, even as his back was aching from the rocks and water he had landed against. It was so cute to see her double over in pain, clutching her stomach, and he had to play along too, "yeah, not to worry, I've got you," and they would do their best to get to a covered area where she could change and he could... well, turn paperclips in his pocket into miniature boomrangers? He really should start wearing a mask or something if he was going to keep doing this hero thing. While he made his way behind something of a rocky overhang in the park, he did spy out of the corner of his eye that Conner grab a hot dog along the way to checking out if it might be a drone. When you gotta eat, you gotta eat. He was 'helping' Kara behind cover so she could change into costume, as she had an identity to maintain, whereas his was far more precarious. He would spend his time back there furiously bending paperclips into miniature boomerangs. It wasn't the size after all, but how you used it. Hopefully Conner and Lar could handle things while they prepped. 

:'''{{#var:212|Conner (212)}} has posed:''' Meanwhile Conner has been trying to help some civilians, forgetting about the hotdog and... who turned off the lights? That doesn't help him, he has enhanced-senses, but they are better than it is not dark! Finally, he sees the redhead throwing lightning and moves towards her, trying to tackle her down before she hits someone that is not invulnerable. "Er... hello, and stop with killing trees!" 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' The warsuit comes back, the topview having informed him in the problem mutant... and as he lands on the rooftop next to the commotion, Lex gets to scanning the various men in the area, hoping to find something, anything that can point him to the controller. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers does her best to straighten out her hair though she still looks like her hair is made of straw or something. She grimaces. "Heh, guess I'll worry about fashion later..For now..Woah, are you alright, Owen?" she frowns, looking him over, so busy with her own state that she didn't notice how bruised he git trying to catch her and absorb the impact. But as more screams ring out, Kara climbs to her feet, pulling off her shirt and shorts, revealing her costume underneath. "Come on! Let's go!" she's already fishing off, trying to put out a fire from an exploded tree or two. The girl seems quite fast, and barely darts out of Conner's well timed tackle, veering to the side, eyes flaring madly. "I won't let you take me, not like you took my dad!" with a yell she unleashes multiple branches of fork lightning from her arms, each hitting with a surprising large amount of energy, far more than any normal human could possibly survive, good thing there are metas around to stop her. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Owen Mercer (9935)}} has posed:''' "I'll be fine, luv, just get out there and do your thing," he said as she took off her clothing, revealing her costume beneath. He would gather up the clothes, quickly run out, hiding them in a bag he found, then move back behind the rock formation, before emerging a second time at normal speed, a stack of paperclip boomerangs in his short pockets, while he had one available in each hand. Not that anyone could tell unless they were fairly close to him. Perhaps it was the aches and bruises, but today, he was in little mood for dealing with another psycho. So, he takes the easy route, running at super speed for the bottles of liquid, where he would prepare to throw a bottle at her the next time she used that lightining attack, and a boomerang to open it above her, hoping that he could electrocute her with her own attack. It seemed like a good idea at the time. 

:'''{{#var:212|Conner (212)}} has posed:''' Conner wasn't tackling at super-speed as he is not trying to hurt the girl, but apparently the niceness is not reciprocated as he finds himself getting hit with a lot of lightning. Owowow. But his forcefield keeps away most of it, and his Kryptonian resistance allow him to survive the rest. "What about your dad... ack!" He is not really trying to avoid the blasts. Better him than some random human. "Stop! I just want to talk!" Well, maybe she will run out of juice soon! 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' Still nothing, and the girl is still going. Bother. Lex glances over in the direction of the transformer... then looks back towards the people below again. Where is he?! 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Black Hoodie guy steps out from the crowd and a bit to the side, glowing eyes focused on the girl. No one seems to notice him, all eyes on the crazed lightning girl..But as Conner tries talking rather than fighting, she calms down just a bit. "Lab accident..They called him Megavolt..Took him away, said he was dangerous..They, they won't let me see daddy! They wanna hurt me too!" she sobs, lowering her hands. And then Boomer launches metal boomerang paper clips and water bottles at her with enough force that she's a bit surprised and distracted. Of course, everyone knows that water and electricity don't mix. "Gah!" she cries out in pain, dropping to her knees, momentarily stunned. Her eyes flash white, sobbing, confused, tired..But something compels her to stagger painfully to her feet, albeit more slowly, confused, blindly aiming bolts of lightning in Boomer's general direction. "Go away!" 

:'''{{#var:9935|Owen Mercer (9935)}} has posed:''' So much for any semblance of a secret identity. Owen Mercer was full on in Captain Boomerang mode now, having to move back and forth, trying to avoid the lightning bolts, and what's worse, he had to make sure that she wasn't accidentally hitting anyone else. It was a very delicate effort. If only he had an overhead view like Lex, and would know where to go, what to do. Mostly, he was just trying to stay alive without endangering anybody else. No more boomerangs came though, as it seemed like Conner was getting through to her. Though, in his movements, he spotted glowing eyes coming from the black hoodie guy, and he recognized him from before. "Not this time," he said to himself, and he would try to grab the Black Hoodie guy from behind, wrapping his arms around the man. This could be monumentally stupid... 

:'''{{#var:212|Conner (212)}} has posed:''' Conner is hoping the darkness and moving quickly will protect his secret identity. But actually, he doesn't wear a mask or anything. His secret identity is pretty flimsy anyway. He has never heard of Megavolt. But if he has a codename it is probably a bad thing. Maybe the girl's dad is a criminal or something. Still, he has to try. "Well, that sounds fishy. Illegal too. And it doesn't explain why are you blowing up stuff now. So... hey, is that guy in black the one chasing you?" 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' And so the perp is found. Unfortunately, one of the 'heroes' is being stupid again. A repulsor blast would take too much time to aim now. Instead, a hand closes into a fist, and out of the top of the gauntlet comes a small barrel. Target acquired... and the small tracer dart is fired just at the man's armpit, concealing the tracer putty he's trying to get on before he teleports away. Hopefully, it will be enough for Lex to find him later. Now just to wait for him to run. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Owen grabs the hoodie guy before he can dart away. It's enough of a distraction to break his concentration on the girl, but he moves quickly, attempting back up to slam Owen into a nearby dumpster with surprising strength before teleporting away...Only after Lex successfully attaches a tracer on him. The girl blinks in confusion, rubbing her eyes. "Huh...Mommy..?" the crying girl's mother runs up to her, scooping her into her arms, "Oh Roberta, don't worry, I'm here.."she hurries away then, trying to avoid any attention as police and ambulances start to arrive. But with all the other chaos going on which Supergirl is still busy trying to handle, will anyone notice a crying girl running away with her mom? 

:'''{{#var:9935|Owen Mercer (9935)}} has posed:''' Owen fought with the hoodie guy, even as he was slammed into a dumpster, more fun for his back after having landed on rocks protecting Kara earlier, so this was going to be a fun night for him. And the man... teleported away. "Okay, next time, get one of the aliens to wrestle with that guy." He said to himself, as he tried to get over the pain and surprise of what just happened. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' The tracer is brought up in his vision, and the satellite network is tasked with keeping track of it. Good, one task done. Time for the next one. This was as good a time as any for the test run of the prototype. The warsuit looks around, scanning for Supergirl... and upon finding her, Lex takes out the focusing crystal in the wrist section of his gauntlet, replacing it with the kryptonite laced injector. Charging up a blast, Lex aims the palm projector at Supergirl... and fires just around the neck. A bean of pure Kryptonite energy lances for Supergirl, with the injection vehicle ready to take advantage of the temporary vulnerability of her skin. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' As the chaos slowly calms down, Supergirl continues to put out little fires here and there, turning dumpsters upright and generally helping to put things back in order. It looks like her team mates have worked together well to stop a catastrophe from happening. She glances around to check on her team mates, about to walk over to Boomer, when the shot hits her out of nowhere. "Ack!" eyes widen in sudden surprise and pain, totally caught off-guard, even more surprised that someone knew to pack kryptonite bullets. Wait, could that be...? She glances towards the armoured figure, but is in no shape to fight back, collapsing instead on the ground. 
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13431/A Quick Cooldown

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' It's an especially hot sunny day today, but Buffy is actually feeling relaxed and excited for once. She's got next couple of days off, and has somehow convinced Thomas to take some time off too. With the rising heat, she was eager to get in some swimming, and so they're back at the pier where the surprising beaten up looking Water Beetle awaits. "You know, I'm still surprised that you opted for this dusty old thing over something fancy and expensive, like all those cars of yours." she comments as she swings a duffle bag over one shoulder. Probably some stakes in there, just because even in the middle of nowhere you're bound to run into..Something out there. Oh and a bathing suit, change of clothes, towels..You know the typical things..Like spare stakes. And probably a sword. Cuz you never know. Paranoid, much? 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' As a wise man once said, just because you are paranoid doesn't mean there isn't an invisible demon about to eat your face off. Thomas chuckles a bit. He's earing tan shorts, boat shoes and a loose sleeveless t-shirt, caring his own bag as well as a massive cooler with seemingly no effort. "Well it's about motive I suppose." he says as he sets his gear down and heads to the car for the fishing poles. "The cars, the suits, even the apartment, that is all for show. It's a style. It's what people expect and when you give them what they expect they don't dig deeper. They see all that and think Shiftless hedonist." He sets the poles down and opens the cooler for a soda. "This is for me. Only three people have ever been aboard the Water Beetle. Me, you, and Harry." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers opted for a thin white shirt, khaki shorts and sandals. A straw wide brimmed hat, sunglasses and lots of sunscreen. She's still hot. Hopefully that changes once they're out on the sea. But as Thomas explains why he chose such a beaten up old thing, it causes her to smile. "Awwe, Thomas, you are soo much more than you seem on the surface. It's kinda..Sweet. I mean, obviously when I first met you, I kinda thought you were just a shallow, vain, egocentric womanizer. But every day I learn a little bit more about the real person behind the mask." And that is heartwarming to say the least. As she walks across the plank, setting her bag down somewhere, she peers around the place and sighs. "Beaten up but still kinda homely. I guess looks dont count for everything, do they.." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smirks a bit, "Well the galley woul make Gordan Ramsey weep and the bed is like laying on angel wings but still." He says with a grin. He smiles a bit and puts his hands on Buffy's waist, physically lifting her up off the ground and lowering her towards him for a slow burning kiss. He smirks a bit, "You do know, before I met you I /was/ a shallow, vain, egocentric womanizer, right?" He says playfully. "You Slayed that part of me." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers chuckles, "Right, beauty's only skin deep or something?" though her eyes widen a bit as he picks her up, still blushing as he does things like that..Not like she doesn't mind surprises of course! "Mm.." she murmurs softly, happily, wrapping her arms around his neck as she leans in for a deep kiss. "Thanks for coming out today. I know what a workaholic you can be.." Though, Buff does arch a slightly surprised brow at him. "Really? You changed that much? Just because of me." she smirks, "And here I thought you were just drawn to another pretty face in the crowd." of course they both know it's more complex than that but still.. "Im glad I met you too, Thomas Raith." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smiles a bit, "You saved my life Buffy Summers. Never doubt that for a second." he says setting her down and smiling. He offers her a drink and shrugs slightly, "You have to think about why I founded the Blue Lady. It was a hunting ground. A pretty effective one too. Then you came along and made an honest man out of me." He smiles a bit. "It sometimes scares me how easily you did it. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers smirks and nods. "I know, I know..Although I'm not sure it was exactly..Easy.." she smiles, tracing his lips gently with her fingers. "And I at least hopen I didn't...Y'know..Whip you into shape or scare you into 'behaving' or anything.." Okaay, totally poor choice of words where Thomas is concerned maybe, but it makes her smiles. "Hmm, maybe it was fate? We're soulmates. It was meant to be. At least, I'd like to think so.." She nods and takes the drink, cracking it open and takes a long, thoughtful sip. Although there's a faint sadness in her eyes even so. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smirks a little bit, "Oh I still aim to misbehave." He says playfully, "I'm just a little more well behavd about it." He says playfully and points to a rope. "You wanna untie that for me and then we'll get out into the open water... and you can slip into something more comfortable." He says wiggling his eyebrows. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers chuckles and nods, fiddling with the rope. "You're trouble, you know that?" she grins and winks at him, loosening the rope. "What, you dont like my oversized shirt and khaki pants?" Buffy winks playfully at him, taking another sip of her drink as she draws nearer. "soo, where are we headed today?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith gestures out towards the ocean, smirking slightly. "A few miles off the coast I think. Get far enough away where you won't have to worry about someone seeing you if you decide you don't want tan lines. Well except me of course." He says playfully. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers reddens visibly at that, shoving him playfully, "Oh you devil. But of course you know I'd do anything for you, don't you? I guess it'll be cooler out there once we leave the coast at least, so I don't have to worry so much about shrivelling up. But I'd really love to go swimming for a bit later too, y'know? As long as we don't run into anymore crazy fish monsters, or lobster demons or...Well, maybe we'll actually manage to have a normal vacation without all the weirdness?" she grins. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smirks a little bit, "You know it's funny," He says starting the engine which chugs like... well something theat chugs hard and loud. "Most folks go their entire lives without ever crossing paths with a lobster bemon once. Then there is you. Though to be fair, Harry is on a first name basis with one. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers shrugs and smirks. "What can I say, I like to dance with danger. It's kinda like my calling. But hey, at least I didn't eat a live pig, or nearly get eaten by a giant Preying Mantis. You should talk to Xander about that one some time. He's got all the worst luck with dates turning into one demon or another. I mean, I guess I have this thing with vampires, but at least I know what I'm getting myself into. Xander? He's like, *evil* demon magnet. So I guess I should consider myself lucky." She shrugs and sighs, peering over the edge as she sips her beer, tossing her hair back as she enjoys the feel of the cool air ruffling through her hair once the boat gets going. "Soo...How's Harry doing these days? Barely got to say a word to him when he helped us with that magic rift thingy. How's Karrin? Are they still together?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith winces slightly, "I'm ... not sure. Between you and me, I think they might be taking a break. Like still together, but not /together/, you know what I mean?" he asks shaking his head as he piolots the Water beetle out towards the ocean. "Which makes no damn sense to me. The two are perfect for each other." He sighs shaking his head. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers blinks slowly, "Oh...Really?" she sighs and pouts, shaking her head. "Geez, that sucks. I mean, they were such a cute couple, and I loved going on double dates with them..Even if you and Karrin were always butting heads, and Harry was always lecturing me on the dangers of dating a White Court Vampire.." She shrugs, "But, I guess their jobs keep them busy..It's a little sad. I hope they work their stuff out. I'm surprised they're not married by now.." Buffy looks down wistfully at her own ringed finger. It wasn't a *real* wedding, but the ring remained. Probably the closest she'll ever get to a wedding ring, even if sometimes it reminds her sadly of her failed relationship with Angel. Or her fear of a cursed love life, even as it brings a soft smile to her face too. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smiles a little bit. He is always careful not to touch that ring. They may have "Desanctified" their love so that their touch doesn't burn him, but that ring is a symbol of it, and that makes it uncomfortable on his skin... And yet he hates when he doesn't see it on her. "We'll try to work something out soon. Maybe we can go out with Giles and Mercy some time. That certainly wouldn't be the least bit awkward and without any potential to blow up in our faces. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers is usually very careful with the ring, taking it off at night and or otherwise intimate situations. Now however, she is happy to wear it, to show it off in public with pride. Although the mention of Giles and Mercy gets a curious smile from her. "Ooh, Are they actually a couple? I kinda suspected but wasn't entirely sure..And I didn't want to make assumptions.." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith looks mildly amused. "Let's say I'm probably more attuned to that sort of thing." He says with a smile, steering the boat towards the open ocean and then setting the auto pilot. "probably neither one of them are that protected. Not yet anyway, but the work we do, it's just the sort of crucible that builds that kind of love... or melts it into slag. One or the other. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers nods and chuckles, stepping alongside him as she peers out at the sea. "Of course. Guess love is your specialty, isn't it?" she shrugs and hmms, peering thoughtfully at the rushing water. "Well good for Giles, I'm happy for him.I know you're always saying real love is rare..I know his past love was true, but.." she frowns, lowering her gaze almost mournfully, respectfully as she remembers Miss Calendar. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith nods slightly and smiles just a bit, putting his arms around her. "It's rare, but then in my experiences, the things that are truly valuable usually are." He says with a smile, kissing the top of her head in an affectionate way. At her look he smiles, "I take it she was a friend?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers sighs and nods, "Well, it's..Complicated." she relaxes at his touch, leaning into him as she remembers. "Miss Calendar was a computer teacher at our school. She was a 'Techno Wiccan' who helped us out a few times. But when Angel went all evil, he taunted my friends and Killed Miss Calendar when she found a spell to restore his soul." She sighs and shakes her head. "I kinda feel like it was ultimately my fault..It's because of me that Angel lost his soul, and I didn't have the strength to kill him when I had the opportunity.." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smiles a bit and gives her a soft embrace. "You loved him, you wanted that person back. There is no shame in that. I mean I'd like to believe if for whatever reason I suddenly went bad you'd try to save my soul before killing me. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers frowns, "I never told you what really happened, did I..Why he went evil? It was me." she sighs, resting her head against his chest, squeezing her eyes shut. "He was cursed by a gypsy, his soul restored, only so long as he doesn't achieve true happiness. In our case it was..Well I thought it was..True love, but.." she swallows and shakes her head. "I should have focused on the job, not my personal feelings. if I had, she'd be alive today.." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Ever see one of those V-8 commercials where the one person pops the other person in the forehead with their palm for doing or saying something stupid? Thomas does that now, shaking his head. "Okay, because we are apparently going to have this conversation /again/," he says playfully. "You are more then just the Slayer Buffy. You are a human being. A woman who just saw the man she loved effectively die. I believe you can be forgiven for wanting him back. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers's eyes widen a bit as she gets bopped on the head. "Wuh--hey!" she makes a face at him, "Phhtt..Youre soo...!" but he has a point, she nods and smiles, "You're right of course. It's not like we could have known it would happen..Kinda ironic though. I lost him because of love, but saved you. I sure have a weird love life. But..I'm glad it worked out with Giles and Mercy. And I'm glad it worked out with you and me. Even if things seemed a bit rocky at first. Even if I had to do...Bad things just to be with you.." but of course, Buffy still regrets that drunken one night stand with what's his face too. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith snorts a little bit at that, shaking his head slightly. "Let that go, for the love of God, please. Believe me it wasn't the happiest moment of my life.. but if it meant being with yyuo again it was completely worth it." He says it softrly and kisses her lips. "In it's own way, it was the most romantic thing that anyone ever did for me." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers smirks, and shrugs, taking his hands, pulling him back a few paces, "Sure, ok. Just as long as you're with me, that's all that matters. Even if it's a bit of an...Unconventional method. But then again, everything about us is unconventional, isn't it?" she grins as she sways slowly back and forth, in step with the gentle rocking of the boat as she leads him in a few playful dance steps. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith grins a bit, dancing with her to some unheard music. He smiles a bit, "Conventional sounds boring, and frankly boring never really was my style." He says with a smile. "And seriously, can you imagine either of us in a 'conventional' relationship?He goes to the office while you stalk the cemeteries? Or me running my club, and trying to figure out how not to kill her from over feeding." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers chuckles as she twirls and dips, pulling him towards her then away, perfectly in synch with his steps as if she's done this many times before. "Mmm, can't say I was ever a conventional gal myself. I mean, do t get me wrong, I'm no rebel like Faith, but as The Slayer, I apparently didn't do things the way they're meant to be done, Yknow, brining friends along for the ride, and did you know there's a Slayer handbook even? " she smirks, "Dont think Giles thought it'd be much use for a rule breaker like me. I wonder if I should feel insulted?" she tilts her head at the feeding part and shrugs,"Didnt think that was even a problem anymore, even if *some* people seemed to think it was..Did you ever get to talk to Giles about that by the way? I'm sure it was an interesting conversation." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smiles a bit and brings her in close, dipping her low an almost but not quite kissing her. "We talked. I did the thing with the various glasses like I said i would." He turns her so that her back is agienst his cest, smirking as they continue to move. "Then he brought up this.." he says brushing her single grey lock.. "And I told him the truth. No great detail but.." He shrugged, "He actually agreed that knowing what it is like to be under the thrall of a White court in the full of his power might be a valuable asset for you to have. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers chuckles, clutching his hands gently as they dance, careful not to let her ringed finger brush against his skin although it may accidentally happen brushing just once all the same. "Right, you and your glasses. You couldn't use your fingers like a normal person. But I'm glad that Giles understood.." she blushes a bit at the last part though, leaning in against him, eyes closed, thinking. "He said that?Really? I mean..About being enthralled?" she laughs nervously, "Ok that part surprises me, figured he'd say I was being reckless.." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smirks a little bit, "He probibly /thought it, but reasonably assumed that I knew how to not push it too far." He says with an amused smile. "I mean as it was I didn't intend to let it go quite that far." He says gesturing to the lock of hair. "It might have seriously hurt a weaker woman. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers shakes her head and laughs. "Well, isn't it a good thing that I'm strong enough?" she shrugs, unconcerned about the strand of white hair, "I think it's kinda..Nice, dont you?" she shrugs, pulling him close. "Although I didn't like the feeling of..Being powerless, if not being in control of my mind.." she shivers, "I can see how people would fear your kind.." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smiles a little bit asnd grins, "I mean it's like you are wearing my mark in a weird way. Almost like a tattoo but one no one else understands the meaning of." He says with a smirk and a nod. "I've never that much liked the mewling kittens myself," he admits with a smiles. "Nice on a rare occasion but not all the time." He shakes his head slightly, "I've never understood the ones that /do/ like being that way. Powerless like that. And believe me they exist." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers smiles faintly and nods, "Yeah..Something like that. I can live with that..A tattoo.." she murmurs thoughtfully, "I don't care what the others think, as if it's a sign of weakness, as if I'm losing myself to you, They're wrong you know.." She frowns, turning around to touch a finger to his lips, "I'm not weak, like those other girls. I know people seem to think it's somehow exciting to be under someone else's control, to be weak..But, Real love is about being strong, strong enough to protect those you love." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith nods slightly, pealing off his loose shirt and tossing it in a chair on the boats deck. "I know that, you know that. If the other's have a problem, the to Empty Night with them." He says with a smile, "That said have you ever considered slowing down /just/ a smidgen?" he adds with an amused smirk. "If nothing else, do it for me. When you are exhasted it effects your energy." He says playfully. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers smirks, "Empty Night. You say that a lot. What does that even mean?" she chuckles, shrugging out of her shirt and shorts, wearing a rather skimpy pink bikini underneath, held together with black ribbons that leaves little to the imagination. She smirks. "Well, isn't that why we're out here, in the middle of nowhere on a little boat in the sea? I doubt we'll run into any demons out here. And I promise to take it easy and leave patrolling to the others once in a while." she winks, running a hand through her loose hair. "Soo, how about we make the most of our vacation?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith lets his eyes wander over the woman. Even after over a year together, and most of that time living together and sharing the same bed, she can still take his breath away. Still at her question he smiles, "It's sort of a catch all profanity," He says with a shrug. "Legend says that in the end times, if the, and here he adds air quotes "Bad guys" win the war of armageddon, that the world will become a waste land. That the moon and stars will fall like stones to the ground, and the very bells of Hell will ring in the mourning of a vast and empty night." He says with a smile, "So stars and stones, Hell's Bells, and Empty night." He says with a shrug. Then he takes another step towards her and smirks. "Trapped all alone on a small boat with a monster, what shall you do Slayer?" he says playfully... And then with a smirk says "Ten.. Nine... Eight..." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers smiles and folds her arms loosely, leaning casually against the railing. "Soo, you have all your bets on the bad guys losing, huh? What do you need all of us around then? Not like I'll ever let that happen." she smirks, tossing her head back, almost..Well, no, she *is* tempting, teasing him. "One day, maybe not today or tomorrow or next year, but one day, we'll rid the world of all evil, then we can finally get married, settle down..I dunno, maybe have kids even..Live a normal night, and maybe then you can talk about 'Full nights' or..So eyeing. Maybe not as poetic, but." She chuckles and arches a brow, "What, am I supposed to hide from the 'scary monster'? Which one exactly is supposed to be scarier, anyway?" oh yea, she loves these little games. 
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13398/Waking up in a hospital is never fun

2021-05-29T20:01:50Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' It's only been a few hours since Buffy was deposited in the hospital after last night's chaotic but ultimately successful ritual to seal a highly chaotic and dangerous rift of magic left behind in the vampire stronghold. Buffy's own blood turned out to be the fifth element, but unfortunately it required a *lot* of her blood..Enough that she needed a transfusion after. Of course, she had been unconscious for most of the ordeal, her mind overloaded by memories of what had transpired in the stronghold over the past hundreds of years..Memories of a previous slayer's triumphs and ultimately, her death. No doubt, one of the scoobies, possibly Giles or Willow, had contacted Thomas to let him know what had happened and where she could be found at the local hospital. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Earlier that day Thomas had went to check his stock report when Buffy had come into the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel. He'd set his phone down, screen on and had been ... distracted. so it was hours later that he realized his phone was in fact dead, and another hour after that that he bothered to turn it on. that's when he got the voice mail from Giles. The speed limit on the streets between The Lady and the hospital in Sunnydale range from 25-45 miles per hour. Thomas burried the needle. It was past visiting hours, naturally, but a little bit of charm and a little bit of Hunger and he was able to get past the receptionist and get Buffy's room number. And now... now he sits. Holding her hand in both of his. Silently praying to a God he doesn't believe in. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers had drifted in and out of consciousness, confused, overwhelmed, in pain both mentally and physically. The last thing she remembered was Spike standing over her with a knife, cutting deep into her arm and spilling the blood on a weird rune thingy..There was so much blood..So much violence..Screaming..War..Vampires..Death.. Her eyes fly open in sudden shock, "Spike, why?!" she cries out, then realizes someone is holding her hand. "Thomas!? Wha...What happened?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' You know what a worried boyfriend doesn't want to hear when his lover first raises out of unconsciousness? Her call out another guy's name. One that he has, on numerous occasions expressed his distaste for. Thomas' eye go from ocean blue to almost silver white in an instant. "spike did this to you?" he says in a cold fury... 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers sighs, shaking her head. "I don't know..Maybe? Everything's so confusing. We.lWe were down in the tunnels, investigating the runes. Giles said something about the chosen one..Destined weapon..I reached out and touched the words, then I.." she groans, clutching her head, still feeling a massive headache. "I just..Everything went blank, I collapsed, got this rush of so many memories..Slayer memories I think, fighting this vampire horde, alongside a witch, wizard and dhampire..They sacrificed themselves to turn them to stone.." Buffy squeezes her eyes shut, a pained expression on her face. "When I woke up, Spike was standing over me, holding a knife..He..He cut me..Dropped my blood on a rune..So much blood..So tired.." her grip on his hand isn't as strong as usual. But she holds it none the less. "But, I know he wouldn't ever hurt me, not without a good reason..?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas can hear the question at the end of that last statement, and it infuriates him. He looks in her eyes, his own silver white with his rage. She's likely never seen them like that except in the heat of battle or the heat of passion. "You told me once, if I asked you to stay away from him, you would. Well for starters, I'm asking that now." He says calmly. "And if I find out he hurt you without a reason good enough for /my/ standards... he trails off but the menace is still very alive in him. It's as though he can not yet fathom a punishment worth of such a crime. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers blinks, noting the anger in his eyes and it makes her sad..She doesn't like to make him sad. "Okay..I will..Sorry.." she sits up a bit, glancing at him with a frown. "I'll be alright, I just need a bit of rest..It's what everyone keeps telling me anyway, especially when they saw this grey streak in my hair. I've been working too hard, I should let the others handle things for a bit..And other things.." she seems a bit worried as she says that though, as if there's more to it than that. She doesn't want to make Thomas any madder than he is, though. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith passes for human, most of the time. Sometimes he can even fool himself. But there are certain tells. One of them is when he holds still, he holds /unnaturally/ still. Almost like a statue. And when she mentions the streak in her hair, he freezes, feeling like he stepped on a rake. After all it wasn't over work that put that streak there but him. Her offering, in an act of love, to let him fully "indulge" himself on her several week back. It was the only sign that he'd over fead, but it is there as a constant warning to him. A moment later he sighs and sits beside her, clasping her hands again. "When Giles called, I was so scared.." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers ponders for a moment telling him how it's really all Spike's fault, going around telling everyone about the grey streak, how he convinced everyone that Thomas is hurting her, how she got into a fight with Giles over that, not long before they headed to the subway.. He can see how tormented she is over this, her hesitancy to speak, it's in her eyes, how she opens her mouth then closes it again. No..No good will come of it. She'll let Giles talk to him, maybe stay away from Spike for a bit, even moreso now after..This. Buffy draws a deep breath. "I'm okay, just..Stay with me? Get me out of here, I want to go home. I..I hate hospitals.." she shivers at some terrible memory, pulling back the covers as if trying to leave like, right now. But a sudden dizzy spell causes her to flinch, laying back down again. "Dammit.." she mutters. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith nods slightly. "I'll have you in our bed inside of an hour." he promises softly, and gently kisses her on her forehead. He then proceeds to go out and use a bit of charm, a slightly raised voice and a lot of bullshit, somehow convincing the staff that he is her spiritual leader, and that this place is bad for her soul. that he thanks them for all their work, but now that she is stable she can get better treatment at the temple... Funny thing about hospitals and religion... they'd rather a patent die then risk offending their soul. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers smiles and nods. "Thanks." she cranes her ears as she listens to the conversation going on outside her door, and giggles a bit. Thomas is the furthest thing from a spiritual leader, but she knows that he's pretty good at convincing people of anything he wants. She draws a deep breath, closing her eyes again, focusing on her breathing. Maybe within an hour she'll feel a bit stronger to leave..If she can stay calm that long. At least she got a private room.. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' It takes a bit longer then an hour, simply due to paper work and of course them eventually bothering to ask Buffy if she actually wants to go with him. Soone enough though Thomas is wheeling her out towards his car, paperwork and discharge papers in hand. He assured them that he would see to any medication and such, it simply wasn't good for her Chi to be in this place. He sets her in the seat, laying it back and then caring her up the back stairs to their apartment... Not waking her again until he is bringing her food... Specifically a large piece of liver and a tall glass of orange juice. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers had fallen asleep again on the ride home, but she was just happy to get out of the hospital and be with with Thomas, regardless of what some people were saying to the contrary. When she wakes up, she's quite happy to find herself home again, and she smiles faintly at him. "You got me home already? Thanks!" although her eyes widen at the liver and she wrinkles her nose. "Awe, really? I have to eat that?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smiles in that sort of indulgent way he sometimes has and says "There is banana pudding for desert, but this." He gestures to plate where the absolute worst piece of meat in any animal is sitting, "Is full of protein and iron. It will help your body produce more blood cells. That is a long way of saying, yes you have to eat it. You can smother it in ketchup if you like, I'm told that helps." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers sighs and makes a face at him. "I don't suppose you could, make it into a pats and stick it in a burger bu with all the trimmings? My mom used to do that when I was younger, trick me into eating liver without my even knowing.."she groans, "I guess this is the price I have to pay for leaving the hospital early, huh.." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith looks down at the plate and makes a bit of a face. "Joyce is a genius. That thought never even occurred to me." He sets the plate down and adds, "I promise to do that next time, since this will not be the last liver meal you will be eating untill you are all the way back on your feet." He brushes her hair from her face. She might notice that on top of everything, he even changed her into her "Happy Sushi" pajamas. "But for now, consider it the punishment for scaring me out of my skull." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers sighs, "Fine, but can you at least chop it up and put it in a sandwich or...Something? It's just so...Big and shiny and squishy, and brr.." she shivers but draws a deep breath as she starts chopping it up, dipping it in ketchup and trying to swallow down small pieces at a time with a gulp of orange juice. It doesn't hide the taste completely, but it's way better than eating it straight. "I really hate you sometimes.." she mutters, "But I k ow you're only doing this cuz you care..I suppose it couldn't be worse than drinking blood or sipping on fear or..something." she smiles weakly, working in silence on her liver for several minutes. How big is this thing anyway? 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' It's a fairly big portion, and would be even if you /liked/ liver. But still it's not so much food as medicine, and medicine isn't supposed to taste good. "I know," He says with a smile about her sometimes hating him, "But lets be honest, you only keep me around for the sex anyway." He says in a light teasing tone. "Now what the hell happened?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers manages to eat a bit more than half of it before she needs to take a break. "Thomas..You know I love you, for more than just the sex. You're my best friend, you know me better than anyone..Well.." she shakes her head at a thought, deciding not to say it."You make me happy. So don't ever say that." he may have been joking, but she seems to have taken it seriously. Maybe she's just tired. "What happened? Aside from what I told you, I don't really remember. You'll probably have to ask Giles to fill in the gaps, he's been meaning to talk to you anyway.." Buffy frowns as she says that, obviously troubled by something else.. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith sighs softly, "I know that baby, I really do." He strokes her face, "Be easier for us both if that was all it was." He touches his forhead to her's smiling softly and closing his eyes, "Easier, but not nearly as fun." he adds after a moment. Then he sighs. "Why don't I give him a call. Willow too. when they find out I springed you from the join they will be worried anyway." 
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13331/The Open Door: Sealing the Rift

2021-05-29T05:44:29Z

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|Date of Scene=2021/05/19
|Location=Abandoned Subway Station - Manhatttan
|Synopsis=The supernatural hunters return to the vampire stronghold to learn about what led to the release of the vampire lords, while sealing a dangerous magical rift of epic proportions.
|Cast of Characters=328,996,61,174,190,103
|Tinyplot=Open door
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' When you enter the ancient vampire stronghold again, you notice there are two rooms: the bigger one is where our heroes fought the epic battle against an army of vamps, freeing the prisoners from cages and intercepting a sacrificial ritual taking place on the raised central dais with steps leading up to a large pentagon shaped stone table. The stone table is covered in rusted blood and has a few cracks in it. It also has some engravings on the front that looks like some form of ancient Latin writing, as well as what looks like five platforms in the five corners of the large pentagonal stone table, each with an engraved symbol on the surface. Magical sensitives may sense strong magic signatures coming from the table. 

:'''{{#var:996|Rupert Giles (996)}} has posed:''' Rupert Giles takes a moment to look around and then his feet take him toward that stone table. He sees writing on it. And once he reaches the table, he's proven correct. He crouches down and, though the temptation is strong to do so, does not touch it with his fingers. He does read what it says. "Hic requiescit m? falcatae, sacra telum de homicida daemones et custos sigillum." There's a short pause as he puzzles it out. "Herein rests the M? Scythe, sacred weapon of the chosen one and guardian of the seal." He blinks and looks closer at the stone table. Pentagon shaped. He rises to his feet and walks around it in a circle, looking at any writing he can see. Looking at any magic he can see and make sense of. But mostly looking at any writing he can see and perhaps translate. 

:'''{{#var:61|Constantine (61)}} has posed:'''     At least that Deadpool idiot isn't here again. That's about the only plus John can find to this situation. He really really doesn't like this place. But he's come prepared with a stack of books tossed into a bag that's tossed over his shoulder; he's mostly guessed on what might be appropriate. In another bag, he's carrying components for spells and rituals that he thinks might be relevant, including one that, if it works properly, will give them a front row seat to a psychometric show of what all might have happened here. If it doesn't go well? Who knows, they might end up BACK at that night.     Regardless, he enters the area with all his senses on high alert, his eyes open to the magical and the mundane. His first stop... the table. He briefly glanced over the Latin along the way and muttered, "Something about killer demons and guardian seals... and a scythe..." Whatever, he's more interested in the type of magic that's all up on that table. He does, by the way, grunt a grumpy hello to whoever he might pass as he gets to work. Seriously, he's grumpy McGrumpypants tonight. Last time he was here, he got STABBED. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' The furrowed brow is deeply creased. Harry glances around the room and leans lightly on his staff. Dangling at the end of a cord, just inside his duster, his blasting rod waits for trouble. Phallic symbols anyone? He turns up the duster collar a little and mutters a word. Symbols written on the leather glows briefly as he settles the power to them. Flexing his right hand, rings there glow lightly, power hidden in them as well. Something akin to brass knuckles rest on his left hand, also aglow with power to those sensitive to see it. There will be a great deal of humor if this all falls out without any trouble, but there is a disadvantage being the squishy human sort that doesn't last long without preparation. A return nod to Constantine and he looks around the room again, checking for something. A soft growl muttering from him about the things he gets into with his brother's girl. Since everyone else seems to have the writing under control he continues to look over the place. 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' Willow was behind everyone, trying to figure out what was this place, and how do we figure it out. Where the others were checking things, she stood by the 'doorway' and tried to picture the whole thing before honing in on something. Something niggled within her. But what? 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Spike had come along, bringing his new sword, although it was hidden in his duster coat right now. He clearly had the same tailer as those immortal folks who manage to hide swords in raincoats. Maybe there was a pocket dimension in it? Who could say. "Right, so what's this about?" He asked, picking up the annoying slack from the absent Deadpool. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Constantine's magic sends tendrils over energy over the surface of the stone, bringing to life ghostly apparitions of past memories. This place was a war zone once, and the echoes of a battle can be heard as ghostly apparitions of a vampire army marches through the massive room, headed by seven especially powerful vampire lords. They have swarmed and corned a group of heroes among which there are: A dhampire^, a Wizard, a Witch and a Slayer. The Slayer wields a weapon of incredible power, and even in the memory of a past life, it's magical power can be easily felt. The scythe is shaped more like a Lochaber axe with a gleaming red axe head edged in silver with a sturdy stake on the other end. It glows with power and sings as it twists through the air, easily felling vampire after vampire. The Dhampire and Witch and Wizard also fell dozens of vampires with each strike, but they are running out of time.. The Witch and Wizard yell something, closing ranks and reaching out to touch the axe head in a triangular formation. There's a blinding light and when it clears, the entire room of vampires are turned to stone. The power seems to have killed the four heroes as well, sacrificing themselves on the stone table, where the scythe rests. The images blur and flash again, as if they may change but something odd happens, the table lights up brightly and the room shakes. The writing on the table glows brilliantly, almost dangerously. Buffy watches with a frown and,as if drawn by something beyond her comprehension, she moves as if in a trance towards the glowing words. "Something...Calling my name..Who are you?" she murmurs. But as she touches the words, she suddenly screams in pain..And collapses. As Giles examines the five symbols, he will notice the following: One bears the shape of surf waves. One resembles rocks of a mountain, One bears brilliant flames, One resembles airy clouds. The last resembles an Ankh and Scythe intersecting. 

:'''{{#var:61|Constantine (61)}} has posed:'''     John had walked a little ways away from the table and settled cross-legged on the floor. He pulled items out of one of his bags. There wasa vial of something black-ish green that stinks to high heaven when he opened it, a little copper bowl and pestle and a , a cloth pouch filled with sea-salt from the Dead Sea, a ritual blade, two owl feathers, a raven's beak, a stick of simple white chalk and an hourglass.     Some mixing, grinding, quiet chanting, and well, just magicky stuffs and like everyone in the room being able to bear witness the past in the form of ghostly images.     He's good at multi-tasking though and always has one eye and one part of his brain focused on the surroundings. "Someone stop her, aye? Before she winds up suitable for display in a park filled with pigeons or the like?"     He picks up the ritual dagger and slices a shallow slice into his own palm in order to add two drops of his own blood to the mixture in the copper bowl. The last added ingredients SHOULD allow him to fast-forward and re-wind as he sees fit so maybe they can hone in on exactly what they need to see. Like who took that Scythe and where. How to seal that rift, anything specific. 

:'''{{#var:996|Rupert Giles (996)}} has posed:''' Rupert Giles keeps a general eye on everyone here, noting their general locations in his mind. But for the most part, his attention is all on what he's looking at. The table and whatever symbols and writing are on it. To John's grumpy greeting, the only response is a vague, "Mm? Yes. Hello." Typical Giles. So deep in what's caught his interest that the people around him don't really register anymore. And then there's the ghostly replay. He pauses to watch. His brow furrows as he goes back to looking at the symbols. "Elements. Water. Earth. Fire. Air. And.. For the last, faith? Religion? Spirit?" He eyes the symbols on their platforms. "I wonder.." Whatever it is he wonders is left unsaid as Buffy screams. He hadn't even noticed her moving closer to where he was standing until that scream. Now he jerks and turns toward her. Just in time to catch her as she collapses. He pats her cheek. "Buffy," he says. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' "Magic." Dresden mutters when Giles talks about the five symbols,"The pentagram is the five elements surrounded by will, magic being the fifth." Before he has a chance to think any more out loud, Buffy screams and goes down. He blinks and moves his gaze to her. A few steps before he pauses again, reaching out with magic sensitivties to see what has changed other than the images. The scowl on his face gets deeper as he takes a few steps towards Buffy, touching the pentacle on his neck absently. It's never a dull moment with this crowd. Since Giles is attempting to bring back to conciousness, he studies the room and his hand moves from the pentacle and raises to touch his brow. 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' Ankh and Scythe. Giles had got four of them, but the fifth.. The Ankh. Willow wracked her brain. It had numerous meanings, mostly with death. But some people believe that it has the power to temporarily bring back to life the dead. Twice, if.. no.. yes? "Guys.. What if the Scythe gave life. Well, partly. The past gave me a thought. What if this was made to funnel the power down, and this scythe kill another person so that the evil people could use the dead person's life force to bring back some other being?" As she said it, she purposefully didn't mention the part where the Slayer was probably was the victim. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Spike was further away from Buffy when she collapsed, and by the time he knew she was doing it, others had rushed to her, tending, and so, Spike had the look of concern, but there wasn't much he could do. Besides, he didn't know much about health care, especially under these circumstances. He listened to the wizards, or really, mostly tuned them out. Magical mumbo jumbo to him. He was taking more of an interest in the five symbols, and as he touches his boot against one, he said, "right, nothing ventured, nothing gained." He would stand on it, having no clue what that would do. He ended up standing on the fire one. If the movies were anything to believe, what he just did was either really good, really bad, though could just be nothing at all. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers isn't responding to Giles, or anyone else. She's still breathing deeply as if in a trance or a deep sleep but seems largely unconscious and non responsive. Hopefully she'll eventually wake up.. And as Spike steps on the fire symbol, it grinds as it depresses into the ground..Those with magical senses can sense a sudden dangerous shift in the balance of energies in the area..And then the room suddenly grows unbearably hot. As if that's not enough, the ceiling grows red as balls of flame start to rain down violently upon the entire party. 

:'''{{#var:61|Constantine (61)}} has posed:'''     It's not often that John casts magic on the fly and when he does, it's never pretty or elegant. It also always takes a toll on him. He pushes himself to his feet. "I'm going to close it, for as long as I can," he announces quietly. It could be that no one will even hear him. He raises his hands above his head and, drawing on the power of the ley lines, he begins to attempt to put a literal lid on the rift; a magic one, but still literal to anyone that will be able to see the end result of the spell he's attempting.     It's definitely not elegant. His voice is rough, low, the words barely audible and likely not understood by most even if they were audible. He splays his fingers, to those with the ability to see, energy from the ley lines crackles and pops in electrical lines to those splayed fingers. His brow breaks out in a sweat. His nose even bleeds. The color drains from his features. His voice rises to a crescendo, loud, booming, but the words really do seem like so much nonsense, perhaps even to Giles. What language is that? Is it even a language? Probably something he learned during a trip to Hell? He can open portals to other dimensions, rifts to other worlds, he's drawing on that knowledge now to work in reverse. At the end of the spell, he slams his hands downward and, to the sighted, there's a big old glowing lid over that table, over the rift.     John drops to one knee, then both. The strain is obvious in his continued chanting that's grown softer again, it's obvious in his expression, even in the muscles of his arms and chest. He's literally putting everything he has to give into keep the rift sealed, controlled, putting the balance right again so that everyone else can proceed magically without everything going to fucking Hell in a hand basket. He won't be able to hold it long, so people better step up the pace! If he gets burned, he doesn't seem to notice. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' "You're furthur destabilizing the rift John." Dresden comments, but doesn't see a need to comment furthur. That may be what Constantine means to do to furthur his plan. Then the rift changes and Dresden nods when Constantine gets it under control,"Nice." He looks at the table and then to Buffy with a scowl and kneels next to her as well for a moment,"The table is reacting to her presence, the words triggered it and it lashed out at her." "Maybe fire isn't the best first choice." he mutters towards Spike when he steps onto platform of his choice. He scans the room again, starting to step away from Buffy since Giles has it under control, as much as can be expected. He scans the room and sighs, walking towards the other symbols, opting for earth. Eartch magic used correctly is beyond deadly, might as well see what happens,"Whatever Spike did changed the field, pick a seal." 

:'''{{#var:996|Rupert Giles (996)}} has posed:''' Rupert Giles glances to Dresden at his word. And words. "Yes," he says, momentarily distracted from trying to wake Buffy. "This symbol, Ankh and Scythe intersecting could be magic. Hmm. What order would you activate them in? They seem to be meant to be activated. Perhaps activating them is the 'will' in this case." Now it's back to patting Buffy's cheek and trying to wake her. He nod somewhat absently to Willow, and her words get the wheels turning in his mind. "Life and death," he says. "One gives it and one takes it?" The potential to bring back an unspecified being is not a good thought. He looks up just in time to see Spike step on the fire symbol. "Spike, don't-," is all he gets out. Then it's done, and it starts getting hot and raining... fire? "Oh bollocks," he mutters. He lifts the limp form of Buffy up in his arms and does what he can to avoid falling balls of flame. "Don't depress the wind symbol, you'll just make the fire worse. Earth or water might put out the fire," he says toward Spike. Dresde's words and actions bring Giles to glancing at the symbols and shakes his head and walks toward the symbol for water, carrying Buffy along with him. He doesn't step on it yet, though. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' With the fire symbol grinding and depressing into the ground, the room seemed to heat up, and the ceiling grew red as balls of flame rained down violently upon the entire party. Spike would practically leap up off the dial, hoping and wishing for it to move back up, to turn it off, which he seemed to mouth, "come on, back up you go, turn off the big scary fire balls." He was having to use his coat to try and protect his head. Fire was bad for everyone, but fire for vampires was especially bad. He was looking around, trying to think, and in desperation, would cup some of the water, assuming it was water, and hopefully not holy water, Spike would try to pour some of it on the fire symbol he had just stood on... or he was going to get serious hand burn. 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' Spike steps on the fire rune, and, completely surprised no one, sets it off. The fire rune should be countered by water.. right? Right. Willow looks for it. It will either help or harm. Only one way to find out! 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Constantine's sealing spell seems to help a bit. At least the writing is no longer glowing and the room no longer vibrating. Even the fireballs seem to be less hot and intense. But they're still coming down. If someone doesn't do something soon, the whole place will burn up in flames. When Harry depresses the earth symbol, it too grinds as it sinks down..And then..Now the earth is shaking violently, gaping cracks ripping apart the ground. When Spike pours water on the fire rune, it flares to life this time, glowing a brilliant red...The flames instantly vanish. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Fireballs, because that's a good thing. Harry takes a deep breath an exhales. He shakes his wrist and the shield bracelet settles in place. He angles the shield above his head, pushing will through it and making an angled umbrella of power that defects the fire rather than try to block it directly. He kneels down to make his protection cover him a bit better, waiting to see what the seal does. "That went well." he growls at himself as the earth begins to shake. At least the fire seems to have stopped falling from the ceiling. He sighs and drops to the floor again. It's a stretch, but it's what he has. He blows on the earth dias. It isn't wind, but maybe that will be enough to stop the shaking world. If not... 

:'''{{#var:61|Constantine (61)}} has posed:'''     John might be getting singed here and there, but he keeps on chanting softly. By the second, he's growing paler, weaker. He's drenched with sweat. He can't even stop the chanting to tell them to hurry the hell up. If he does, he'll lose the spell and that might be epic bad. 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' Ah bummer! Now what? Willow stopped to *look* around. Surely the vampires wouldn't have no way out for them, so.. what? What would they do? 

:'''{{#var:996|Rupert Giles (996)}} has posed:''' Rupert Giles watches what Spike does. For himself, Giles carefully does /not/ step on the water symbol. What he does do is look further around the room after the water on the fire symbol does the trick. "Hm.." He gently lays Buffy down, and jogs over to a torch he can see burning along the walls. "Try the opposite of each symbol," he calls back over his shoulder. He comes to a stop next to one of the torches and lifts it from its holder. Then turns and carries it over to the water symbol, pausing to scoop up a couple of rocks. He tosses the rocks toward Spike. "On the air sign." He hands the torch to Willow so she can do the honors there. Then he crouches down to check on Buffy. 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' Ah! Now she sees! Willow goes, quickly, to the air symbol, and sets it off, ready to use the torch on the air symbol! This time she is certain. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Spike, very glad not to be on fire, or in a super heated room, not that the temperature affected him as much as the others, called out to the group, "if you step on one of these blasted runes, use the opposite thing to turn it off. A splash of water turned off the fire one." He was trying to explain over Giles coming to the same conclusion, though in the earthquake, and recent fire, it was easy for things to be a bit chaotic. Spike would catch the rocks and place them over the air sign as instructed, "I hope this works." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' The earthquake continues to dangerously shake the room, bringing down crumbling rocks on the party. Presumably they are dodging and/or shielding themselves from the cracks and fissures in the unstable ground. But when Harry leans down and blows air on the earth similar, it glows brilliantly yellow and the earth immediately calms down. As Willow steps on the water rune, the water rune grinds and sinks into place, triggering a powerful tidal wave to build up, as the room now fills rapidly wuth water. Fortunately, once she tosses the flames on the water rune, it glows brilliantly green and the water also vanishes, evaporating. And as Spike steps on the air rune, it also sinks down with a grinding noise. Bolts of lightning now streak down in flashes of dangerous light and electric energy, before he places the rocks o the air rune. It too, flares to life in a brilliant blue glow and the lighting soon vanishes. With all the unstable magic going around! this room might normally have exploded with all the magic overload on the unstable ley lines. Fortunately Constantine's continued focus upon maintaining the magic rift seems to keep it from simply exploding. In fact, as each rune is stabilized, he may find that he has to strain a bit less in stabilizing the rift.. However, there is now one, final element to tackle, the Spirit element... 

:'''{{#var:996|Rupert Giles (996)}} has posed:''' Rupert Giles contemplates the last rune. "Life and death. Death and life," he mutters. "Willow, you said the Ankh has the power to bring people back to life, right?" Slowly, Giles steps over to the last symbol, the Ankh and Scythe. He draws a knife as he does so, and bounces it in his hand. What he's contemplating becomes obvious the moment he steps on the rune. He draws the knife across his palm and drips his blood onto the rune. Hopefully, a blood sacrifice will do the trick! 

:'''{{#var:61|Constantine (61)}} has posed:'''     ....chantchantchantchantNOTYOURBLOODHERSYOUBLEEDIN'IDIOT..." There's a moment when the seal Constantine has been maintaining starts to fail, maybe things get a little hairy in that split second, but he had to say SOMETHING. He has to raise his voice and draw in more power, more than he should rightly be able to handle, but he's always been stubborn and confidant (...in dangerous ways), just to get a handle on the spell again. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Spike hated this. He saw what Rupert was doing. He saw what Constantine was doing. And he knew enough about these things, he knew enough about vampires, life, how it all came down to blood. That red stuff that flew through our veins, that vampires craved, that boiled with passion, and stopped at death. "It'll never work," Spike explains to Rupert, even as the man drips some of his own blood onto the rune. Constantine murmured something about it. And Spike would march up to them, with a noticeable swagger, take the knife from Giles, and cut Buffy. He immediately winced, feeling the pain as his chip went off like a mother, and Spike's free hand would go to his forehead. He was doing it with expert precision, he knew it was coming, but it still hurt like hell. He knew where to cut, how much would bleed, what was fatal, what was near fatal. Recovering from the pain somewhat, he added, "like this," and poured the blood onto the rune. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' The moment that Giles stepped on the Spirit rune, it would sink down...And the room would be shrouded in near darkness, lit up only by the glowing seal that Constantine was working so hard to maintain on the center of the pentagonal table. Which would be a good thing, as a lot of magic is being thrown around, even if it is ultimately necessary to stabilize the magic and the magical rift on the stone table. From the darkness emerge skeletal creatures, hideous twisted creatures, the undead and reanimated remains of vampires defeated both long ago and recently, thanks to the combined efforts of the supernatural hunters the last time they ventured into this abandoned subway tunnel. They are equipped with swords, and seem to emit an aura of fear as they swarm the room, swinging out with deadly weapons that strike, not with metal and steel, but with extreme pain and fear. They are actively attempting to climb the table and prevent Spike from reaching the fifth element with Buffy. Of course, Giles' attempt will cause the rune to crackle but will ultimately be futile. It's only when/if Spike is able to reach the rune in spite of skeletal creatures blocking his way and attempting to attack him, that a few drops will cause the rune to start to glow faintly. However, a few drops won't do it. Seems it demands more of her life force, her very blood, than a few drops. 

:'''{{#var:61|Constantine (61)}} has posed:'''     Awww, bloody FUCKING hell! John is at his limit and beyond it really. It's a good thing he's so damned stubborn. "Spill some slayer blood and do it bloody quick!" Some things just have to be said even if it means another, longer, but temporary flickering falter of his seal. He gets it back under control, wrestles it back under control with nothing but sheer stubbornness and maybe a little bit of last night's booze still addling his brains. He sways on his feet again, staggers, nope he's back up... down, one knee.... both knees... Another fight, another night that John Consantine will likely be carried out off the battlefield. 

:'''{{#var:996|Rupert Giles (996)}} has posed:''' Rupert Giles knew, even before Constantine's yelled out warning, that he had chosen poorly. Even as Spike comes over and does the deed that Rupert hadn't wanted to do. He nods his thanks, and then there's nothing, for there are attacking creatures. Giles isn't armed, but he's decent with hand to hand combat at least. He does his best to clear a path for Spike, knocking skeletal vampires aside despite the pain and fear the vampires are inflicting. 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' *Now* Willow knew what she was doing. She held her arms out, in different directions, and began to whisper.. Definitely different from Constantine (not 'bloody's' /that/ is for certain!), but similar. And as she grew stronger, her voice rang out till it filled every nook and cranny. She couldn't get rid of them, but with John.. Interesting. If you took what John said to music (think Gregorian chant here), and put Willow as a counterpoint.. Together they were better than each of them alone. Which is what Willow wanted. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Aura or no aura, in his closet or out in the open, Spike did not fear skeletons. Seeing them come out with swords though, he said, "how very Jason and the Argonauts of them," and would love to engage them, but he was trying to close this portal, rune, or whatever the hell it was. So he would jab, kick, or punch, and somewhere amidst it all, hand Giles the sword Buffy have given him recently, all while trying to carefully bleed Buffy. He didn't want to kill her, but he knew that it needed more blood. It needed the blood of a champion. "Come on, close, damnit, close." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' The skeletons are quite skilled, quite powerful, and with strikes that cause fear and pain with each strike. But Giles is a surprisingly skilled combatant, and he manages to dispatch several of the skeletons with well placed strikes and grapples. But it seems there is no end to these skeletons. Fortunately, Spike is also a skilled combatant, and he also manages to clear a path towards the Spirit rune, dropping more of Buffy's blood on the rune. It takes a while, and a shocking amount of blood, but eventuallly he manages to satisfy the rune's conditions for a sacrifice.. Still there is significant lag this time, and the skeletons don't vanish immediately. Fortunately, as Willow steps up, her magic proves quite the match for even this dark power, and as Constantine time keeps the unstable powers from collapsing, her spell will eventually open a dark portal, banishing the remaining demonic creatures back to hell. They screech as they're-dragged back to hell, the portal sealing behind them and leaving the room in an eeerie calm once more. And once the last rune flares to life in brilliant purple light, all five runes light up, connected by streams of glowing energy until they form a perfect pentagram: earth, air, fore, water and spirit. John will find that the magic rift is now healed and permanently sealed as a column of brilliant, blinding white light fills the room. When it clears, there is a strange object resting in the centre of the pentagram. Looks like a little wooden shadowbox.. Buffy blinks and stretches, eyes snapping open, looking tired, weakened from all the blood loss. "Hey guys..What's going on..?" she asks.. 

:'''{{#var:61|Constantine (61)}} has posed:'''     "Bugger..." is all John manages to get out before he pitches forward... flat on his face and out like a light. At least there's no stab wounds this time, but he'll certainly bitch about the burns in his trench coat tomorrow. Seems the man's never awake to celebrate the victory! 

:'''{{#var:996|Rupert Giles (996)}} has posed:''' Rupert Giles catches that sword and turns to use it with good effect. The fear and pain he's ignoring. And then it's over, as quickly as it had begun. Giles takes a moment to catch his breath, wincing his eyes closed at the blinding light. When it clears, he sees that box and walks over to have a look. Holding the sword with one hand, he reaches out and takes the box, looking it over. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Spike had been careful with his cut of Buffy, knowing he wasn't endangering a major artery. But she had still lost a lot of blood. The good news was that she had come out of it too. Looking down at her, he had removed his jacket now that the skeletons weren't an issue, so he could take his red shirt off. He had torn a strip from it to bandage Buffy, and once she seemed to be in better shape, he would put his coat back on. Stopping the bleeding was his first priority. And he didn't taste any of it. Not one drop. No matter how much he might have wanted to. 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' "Silly John," says Willow. But she only got permission to use the library. So library it is! "Come on, I'll open the door to the library. It's the only place, except the kitchen where I'm allowed." And since she is holding the door open, she'll go last. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Now that the rift is sealed, there is an eerie calmness settling over the area. But it doesn't make this ancient vampire graveyard any less spooky. As Willow opens a portal to Constantine's house, Buffy's eyes flutter closed again, leaning her head against Spike's chest as he wraps her wound, and mumbles incoherently under her breath. The loss of blood has made her go into a bit of shock and she shivers, feeling cold, confused and weakened. And why is her arm been cut? She frowns at Spike but is too confused and exhausted to argue. The shadow caster seems to whisper softly, casting eeerie shadows on the walls as Giles picks up the mysterious magical artefact. It may take some research to reveal its secretes, but that is for another day. For now, it's time to rest and recuperate for our heroes.. 

:'''{{#var:996|Rupert Giles (996)}} has posed:''' Rupert Giles tucks the shadow caster under one arm. There's no way the thing is going into a pocket. Then he looks around the room and notes the unconscious Constantine. He moves over to the man and crouches down beside him. Gets his other arm around John, under both of his arms, and hoists him up and carries him in that somewhat awkward way to the doorway Willow's holding open. "Thank you, Willow," he says as he half carries half drags Constantine through it to the other side. Once there, he'll find somewhere comfortable to tuck the man. Probably even with a blanket covering him. 
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' It's been a hectic few weeks and Buffy had been meaning to check in on Willow. Her last few demonstrations with magic had been impressive. And she wanted to check in on her and her new room mates. But with all the changes, it seemed wise to call ahead of time and let her know she'd be there within the hour. Although it was strange not to be able to just walk into her former apartment, Buffy took the time to knock on the door of her apartment. once she'd been let in through the lobby. "Hey Wil, you there?" 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' Willow was getting used to her job. Not that she minded, but there were times when she missed the cafe and its customers. But overall she was happy she had made the change. Upwards and onwards! She'd invited Buffy to come on over sometime this week, but so far she'd forgotten the invite. Witness pajamas, and a pint of ice cream, in front of the tv. Yep. She was lazing about. No homework. No work. No Watchtower. No Magic Box. No Titans. Just Willow and a good movie: Halloween. Then a knock. And a familiar voice: Buffy! "Hey, come on in!" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers may have arrived a bit late in the day, but she'd been busy, as usual. But here she is, dressed as if she just finished a patrol, which would explain the time. But did she get here too late? Thankfully it seems she's still awake and Buffy smiles as she pushes the door open. "Hey Wil, how you doing?" she greets brightly, then blinks, "Woow, did I catch you at a bad time? You look about ready for bed!" she grimaces, biting the pyjamas 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' "No, I wanted to watch this movie. And the pjs.. you know me! If I can, I'm wearing them. You can get a spoon for the ice cream?" Willow really doesn't need the whole thing for herself. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers oohs, "Ice cream? Cant say no to that!"she grins and steps into the kitchen, searching for a sooon, "Hmm, so how have you been? It's been a while, Are your room mates around? What's their names again, Vitali and Xiang Zhao?" 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' Chocolate chocolate fudge. Mmmmm. Ice cream. Willow left room for Buffy. "I don't know? They're gone most of the time." But she nodded at the names. "That's right. Tali and Xiang Zhao." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers hmms, grabbing a plate and scooping some ice cream into her plate, digging her spooon in. "Mmmmm, this is sooo good. Last thing at night too. I mean, why is hot chocolate Soo overrated? Choco fudge should be up there too, you know for hot days and sweltering nights.."she chuckles. "Ohh, that's too bad. I know it can get lonely here.." she arches a curious brow, "Heey, do you think those two are, yknow...A thing? I mean, sharing a room..." 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' Seeing as she no longer shared a kitchen space with Buffy, Willow giggles. "I used to hide chocolate bars in that drawer in the fridge marked 'caution, potions'. I still do, but I'm not hiding them from you anymore." She gets a huge spoonful of ice cream, and eats in slowly. "You can say sleeping together as a couple, you know. I like girls as much as boys, you know. You wouldn't say that about me, would you? And I don't know. It's really none of my business to speculate. Why?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers smiles, "How come? You know you don't have to hide anything from me right? I trust you." she shrugs. "Anyway, you're skinny, nothing wrong with extra choco bars. Wish I could relax and have more fun like you sometimes, but you know, slayer duties and all." Buffy sighs tiredly as she plays wuth her ice cream. And are those a couple strands of grey in her hair? "Yeah..Guess it's not my business, was just curious is all. But you know what they say about curious cats!" she chuckles and shrugs. "Oh yea, speaking of hiding, wow, you've shown some impressive powers lately you know? First with the vamps in the subway, then the Kraken..I mean you've always been a talented witch but..Wow!" 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' "You're kidding, right?" Willow gives Buffy a strange look. "You have no clue what I go through each and every single day. Sure, maybe I'm not a Slayer, but every single moment of my day is filled to the brim with work. Whether it was school and homework, or jobs, or my magic practice, or helping you or my other teams , I'm working just as hard as you. If not harder." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers blinks slowly, shaking her head. "Oh no, I didn't mean...Geez I'm an idiot.Sorry, Wil! I know you're a hard worker, definitely harder than me for sure! I mean..Hows the new job going? How are your magic studies and school? Got a new tutor?" 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' Willow grows quiet. "Work's okay. It's different? I'm learning a lot. Definitely different than pouring coffees all day long. I like it, though. And so far my magic is going well." More than well. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers oohs, "That's cool! I know Wade was a bit worried. He said that magic can change a person or something? I mean, I can't really comment myself as I don't really know much about magic but.." she shrugs, "Soo whose the new tutor? Constantine been showing you new tricks?" 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' At that, Willow giggles. "I wish. He's a really neat magic user. No, a magic user named Tala is. She's making me think about magic in a new way. She's been very pleased with me. And Wade?" Boggles. "He's not a magic user, of course he would say it would change you. Every part of you is changed, just like when to take out the vampires as the Slayer. You're changed. Of course I am getting better. Of course it will change me. But I'm still the essence of me." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers ooohs, "Tala?" that's a new name, "Well that's cool, I guess she must be a good teacher to have taught you so much so quickly. I wonder when I'll get to meet your new tutor, hmm?" she grins. As for Wade, Buffy just shrugs, "Dunno, he's..A little crazy.." she sighs, "Told me he hears voices all the time." 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' "Lots of people do. I wouldn't be so concerned." Afterall Willow had lots of friends who could be considered.. odd. Wade was in good company. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers arches a brow, "Oh, I have my share of..Odd friends. But he's..Well...Unstable, dangerous even. He so much as said he may one day double cross me, even." she frowns, "And that's not a claim I take lightly.." 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' Willow just shakes her head. "And that is different from.. who?" As far as Willow could see, lots of Buffy's friends were not normal, and that meant stab you in the back kind of friends. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers frowns, "Well...Take Spike for instance. He's a vampire, normally he'd stab anyone in the back. Heck, if it weren't for that chip, he'd have tried to kill me a looog time ago.." she chuckles as she works on her ice cream. "But since he got a chip..Well he literally *cant* stab me in the back, he couldn't betray me without hurting himself. And even if he used an elaborate indirect method..I know he wouldn't." She sighs and shakes her head. "Willow, I'd never dream of keeping anyone who would betray me in my close circle of friends.." it's no secret that she and Spike are close..Even if their relationship is..Odd.. 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' "Well, true enough, I guess." Willow drops the conversation. At least that part of it. "Anything else?" She has to get up in the morning to go to work. Besides between the two of them they've decimated the pint, to the point Willow has to scrape out the last bits. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers hmms, considering that. "No, not really, just wanted to check in with you. Oh yeah, we plan to check out the Vampire stronghold tomorrow night. Hope you can be there, I could use your magic expertise!" but it's getting late and Buffy backs away towards the door. "I should let you get some sleep though..It was good catching up. Take care, Wil!" 
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13367/Mall Madness Aftermath

2021-05-24T23:07:51Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' An attack on LexCorp Tower itself. Lex insists on weekly drills for Tower staff in case of this eventuality, but it doesn't happen often. Nonetheless, the property damage was covered in insurance claims, and today, LexMall is closed to the public as work crews handle matters. Team Luthor is out in force, ordered personally by Lex to come out in the dozens in case the hooded man is still around. Even without the masses inside, the work crews make the place as busy as if it were open. Already directing events in the direct center of the mall is Lex, as usual flanked by powered armored Mercy and Hope; authorizing the use of the big toys was the only way they could compromise on coming back down here. There are muffled conversations with various supervisors as Lex seems to be doing a little remodeling while they're at it. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' What a day...What had started out as an exciting shopping blowout sale, had ended in complete and utter disaster. Fortunately it was still early when the chaos broke out, and the damage had been minimized to the main floor of the mall. Even the crowds were a bit thinner than it might have been later in the afternoon. It was small comfort though to Supergirl, who felt like maybe they could have done more to stop the damage. Naturally the mall would be closed to the public, but she had somehow slipped in, or maybe her mere presence as a more prominent superhero had gained some attention and more allowance than would be given just any civlilian. Her team had, afterall, been there to help save the day. It's easy to spot Lex, flanked as always by his two personal guards and she strides towards him, waving to get his attention. "Mr Luthor, can we have a word?" she calls to him as she steps towards him. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' "You know, you're as bad as your cousin about ignoring the laws that annoy you." Lex replies, a bit testily, to Supergirl. His green eyes take her in with the usual confidence and arrogance, and he draws himself up to his full height and brings his hands behind his back formally as he addresses her. "You're here, so I assume I won't get a choice in the matter, will I?" A brow quirks at her. Dry amusement, or resignment? It's hard to tell. Lex has always been a master of body language, and this is no exception. Mercy and Hope? Their expression went carefully neutral as Supergirl came in, and so far, have only come up to each side of Supergirl...as if waiting for her to make the first move. "What can I do for you, 'Supergirl'?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl hasn't made an actual effort to going around, telling the world she is Superman's cousin. But there is obviously some connection between them. why else would they both share the 'S' shield among other things? Of course, Lex is smart and tends to know more about people than your average human. He deserves at least some credit for that, even if people are often telling her that he cant be trusted. But where's the proof? She smiles and nods to him, hands clasped behind her back, eager to help. Supergirl is maybe a bit younger and more naieve than her older baby cousin. Yeah, it's a conundrum, isn't it? If there is sarcasm to be had, it went way over her head. "Mr. Luthor, I just wanted to express my sympathy at what happened to your mall after those kids trashed it. I'm sorry we werent able to stop those kids sooner." She peers towards Mercy and Hope, offering them little more than a sweet, disarming smile. No strings attached. No sarcasm there. She's a pretty straight forward person at that. "If at all possible, I would really like to help you rebuild. I'm sure my abilities could help speed things up?" 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' His hands unclasp from behind his back and his arms cross in a 'considering' gesture, as Lex watches Supergirl. "You don't have some superheroing to do elsewhere?" He shakes his head, then gestures with his right hand around the structure. "No harm in letting you get involved. The speedier this is, the faster we get back running." And the faster I get my profits again, is left unsaid. "If anything, it's my fault for not arranging more security with a near black friday crowd. We haven't had an attack here for some time." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl shrugs. "Did a patrol or two, things are pretty quiet. Besides there are plenty of other heroes out there...Although I do have to say, your quote in the news report was a bit..Harsh, don't you think? Those kids, I think they were being mind controlled by that guy in the black hoodie. Either that or they didn't seem to have full control of their powers. I dont think it's fair to put them in the same class as terrorists.." Still, as she speaks, Supergirl is already moving around, lifting a collapsed chunk of concrete pillar, straightening it upright. Grabbing pieces of tossed benches and rebending any twisted legs into shape, replacing those as well." She nods again, "Your security team did an excellent job in getting the civilians out. At least it was just the main floor?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Red Robin has come in to check out what happened here the previous night. He tries to keep track of things involving younger heroes. He made his way in via training from one stealthiest men ever. Which means as Kara moves one of the bits of debrie, she finds Red Robin standing in the shadows behind it "Find anything interesting?" He asks as she sees him. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' "Team Luthor was assigned to civilian crowd control when it became clear that we didn't know the extent of what we were dealing with. The decision was made to let her exhaust herself while we got all the potential casualties out of the way in case the situation escalated more." Lex almost formally states for her, "it was excellent training and gear that did that. For now, I will reserve judgment on what was going on with the children, but I stand by what I said about the man in the hood. Indirectly or not, those children were used as terrorist pawns." Then, he shrugs, "Call me harsh if you like, this is a harsh reality that you, your cousin, and your like have forced upon us. We make due with what we have." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl nods to Lex and hmms, pausing briefly in her work. "I can understand your frustration, Mr. Luthor..It must be infuriating to see a bunch of seemingly out of control kids just march in and trash your property like that. And you're right. The black hoodie guy, whoever he was, whatever he was up to, he clearly was intending on causing mass destruction." She smiles, "Don't worry, we'll get him..And I have complete faith in Ms. Jackson. I'm certain that she will be able to get those mutant kids the help they need." Supergirl pauses in her cleanup, glancing over at Red Robin. He's pretty stealthy when he wants to be, but the super hearing makes it almost impossible to sneak up on her. "Hey, glad you could make it..I'm not sure about Luthor, but I haven't found anything about the Black hood yet. Maybe you could check out the Mutie Cutie store? That's where he was seen spending the most amount of time, stalking those kids.." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake hmms and nods his head a bit to this. He looks over to Luthor, and asks "Can we get a full copy of the video footage?" He makes sure to ask to try to get as detailed as he can." He will walk over towards the store in question, looking about a moment. After just a bit of searching he will squat down and ask "Is smoking allowed in your mall Mr. Luthor? 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Captain Boomerang's costume does not look like Robin's, or Supergirl's, or even Plastic Man's. He is not immediately identifiable as a hero. He doesn't wear bright colors, or spandex, or a cape. The closest he gets is a somewhat colourful scarf, but it's just a blue scarf with a little white boomerang pattern on it. He was currently at one of the entrances, trying to explain that he is here to help, Supergirl is already in there, he didn't know about Robin, but was having trouble getting past security. He could just run past them, but, he was trying to do things on the up and up. So far, the guards hadn't even bothered to radio it up the chain of command as to them, he seemed like just some random guy playing at being a hero. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' There's a moment of pause as Lex just... stares... at Red Robin. A perfect example of how the 'heroes' of this age just do whatever they like. If it were anyone else, there would likely be some intimidation involved. Instead, Lex suddenly gives a practiced smile back, "If I don't, you're just going to find a way to take it anyway..." The remark is given with a resigned amusement as he walks towards one of the hallways... only to stop briefly as he listens into his earbud, "Who?" A pause. Near the entry, Captain Boomerang can hear muffled talking in the helmets of one of the Team Luthor guards, "Sure, why not, at least he's /asking/." No, Lex isn't bitter at all. At. All. Into the hallway he disappears, with Mercy and Hope in tow, heading for the security office. There's a low shout from the hallway, "Just don't do it around the crews and I'm fine with it. Don't do it during business hours." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl blinks at Robin. "Oh..Did you find something?" the part about smoking has her attention. But back to the matter at hand..A lot of the store front windows got smashed, although most of them only suffered minor cracks rather than being shattered to pieces, thank goodness. It's a good thing she's been practicing on using her heat vision for fine details such as the cracks, as she melts and sodders them into place, smoothing out the cracks and making them good as new. Next, it's time to do the same for any cracks in the cement columns, ensuring they are solid and not about to degrade, sealing any cracks in a similar way. As Boomer arrives, she glances over her shoulder, smiles and waves to him. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake pulls out a baggie, and picks up a black, and silver lighter. "Not something you would expect to find just laying around." He offers holding it up to show it to the others. "I'll run a few tests on it, see if I can find out anything from it." He looks over and at the new arrival, he does a pretty good batman impression with the scowl. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Captain Boomerang was about ready to follow the example of Supergirl and Robin, but instead, he asked, and was granted permission to proceed. So after being let in, he would walk, at a normal speed, into the mall, careful of any work crews, cleaning up, at first trying to get a lay of the land, where people are, and most importantly, what he can do to help. He wasn't as strong as Supergirl, but he had speed, and that could be used to great effect in cleaning up. When he sees Supergirl, he would return the smile, and the wave. Moving over towards Robin, who oddly gave him a scowl. Captain Boomerang didn't want to interrupt, so simply nodded and continued to listen. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Sometimes it's good to be super, even though at other times it can make her feel awkward. Now that the cracked windows have been fixed and the broken benches have been repaired, Supergirl surveys the dust and rubble left behind after the summoned dragon had burnt a few things before Mon-El stopped the dragon..And sighs. "What a shame, so much rubble.." she inhales a lot of the garbage deeply but not too deeply that she swallows it, and exhales it gently into a large garbage bag. Well, that makes it a bit easier and quicker. Kind of like a walking talking vacuum cleaner. Okay, no jokes, please. She glances towards Boomer, handing him a garbage bag. "Here, I guess your super speed bursts could come in handy, cut down the cleanup efforts. How you been?" she offers him a warm smile before glancing over at Robin. "Hmmm, a fancy lighter? You think it could be Black Hoodie's? I know he was spending a lot of time in there, I think that place was more popular with the younger crowd too. Anymore clues?" OF course there would be the video cameras. Supergirl waits patiently for Lex to return. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake looks over, and says "Well, it does seem out of place, I will have to give the video date a through going through, but I am hoping to find something there. He looks around the place, and says "Wondering if it might be something with mutant hating or such with this being the main start. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Boomer thought of a great many jokes as he saw Supergirl do her walking talking vacuum cleaner bit, and right now, he was most thankful that she wasn't a telepath, at least as far as he knew she wasn't; because if she heard even half of them, she would never speak to him again. He would take the offered garbage bag, "Much better in the last oh, 5 minutes or so," he got her about 5 minutes ago, "maybe it's the flickering lights, the rubble, the dust, or you know, could be the company." He winked at her. Listening to Robin, he nodded his head, having little to offer right now. "Any idea on a motive for all this yet?" 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' Coming out of the back hallway, USB drive visible in his right hand, Lex responds. "The only thing I've seen so far is chaos. No demands, no ransom. Just a petty shoplifting to catch guards attention and then escalating from there." He stops in front of Red Robin, offering it. "If there's a plan involved, it'll probably be about mutants, if he holds to controlling others like this." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl hmms, glancing over at Robin. "Not sure, everything happened so fast. I mean..It's just as Mr. Luthor says, a petty shoplifting incident by two minors that quickly spiralled out of control. I dont think there was any hate involved, unless those kids had a bad experience before hand which is always possible.." She shrugs as she continues to pick up garbage. And yes, it's a good thing that she cant hear Boomer's thoughts. Although she smiles at him, chuckles even. "Always happy to help light up your day, even if it's just garbage picking." As for a motive, Supergirl sighs, "Hmm, well, let's see..That hoodie guy we suspect was..Influencing them somehow, judging by how he was focused intently on Elsa, the older telekinetic. But as soon as that dog knocked him over, Elsa was more open to Andrea Jackson's pleas to stand down. And then when he vanished and appeared near the younger girl Anna, it was the same thing. She suddenly became paranoid herself. Soo..What does that mean..He was trying to influence them..? Maybe make it looks like mutants are dangerous? Or..Could he have some other motive..Control, perhaps?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake lookd over to the others, and says "Just from my first assumptions I would think Black hood, has the ability to control mutants. He maybe a mutant himself. I would guess he was hanging out in the cutie shop figuring there was more chance of them having mutants come in than other place. " He looks about the place "Actually this may have been more a test of his abilities than anything else." 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' While Supergirl and Robin were talking in real time, Captain Boomerang made a habit of picking up rubbish in real time. He wanted to hear what they had to say, so wasn't going into short bursts of super speed to clean up for now. "Sounds like he was a telepath himself, or empath, since he may have influenced them more than anything, heightening their fears. Is that empath, or is there a different term for that. It's so hard to keep up." As Robin dropped that bombshell, "a test. Now that's a scary thought." He looked at the damage, "all this, could have just been a test." 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' As the three converse, Lex is already back in his 'command center' in the middle, supervisors rushing up to him immediately about details. Details that likely bore Supergirl if she listens in. He seems content to let the 'heroes' talk things out for now while he listens. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl hmms and nods to both Robin and Boomer. "All good points, and I guess any of those are possible. A test? control? Of his abilities or the kids? I guess this early in the game it's hard to tell, but I suspect there may be more attacks in the future." Which is kind of frustrating. Supergirl would like to be there before Blackhood can s trike again. "Soo..I guess it all leads back to this black hood guy and whatever you can find on him. I suppose you'll have to study the videos too. I'm also thinking I should check in with Andrea, see if those two kids could tell her more about what happened." She continues to pick up rubble, filling a couple of garbage bags and adding them to the dumpster. Looks like they've already done a lot of work and saved the clean up crew a lot of time in repairs. "So, anything else we're missing? Robin, do you want to continue searching for clues? Or shall we call it a day?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake says, "I'll give it a a look over for a while longer if Mr Luthor does not mind but you can call it here. Looking for little things can take some time, and not often a group sport." 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' With the investigation largely on hold for now, Boomer gave Supergirl a sly smile, "I think we can do a little bit more," and then he spoke in a faster, more energetic manner, "last one done has to buy the pizza," and he would go about trying to clean the remaining rubble, possibly interfering with Robin's efforts, but he was going for the bigger pieces, the ones that would be cleared away, using his short bursts of super speed. He was probably faster than Supergirl, but he needed to take brief rests, while she could do it continuously. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' "If you find anything, inform me." Lex states simply. A rather implied permission there, as he returns to his hushed conversation. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl is also careful not to disturb Robin's investigation, focusing more on the larger pieces of rubble like piles of dust and debris, leaving nooks and crannies and especially points of interest like the Mutie Cutie store, and center of the main floor to Tim to investigate for more clues. When Boomer makes that challenge, she grins and nods. "Sure, you're on! But there's no way you're gonna beat me, you know?" and she gets to work, moving more quickly now in her haste to finish cleaning up first. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake will look over at Boomer, and does glower at him again. He looks over to Supergirl, "Remind me to teach a forensics 101 class at titan tower sometime soon." He sighs and tries to do the best he can with the heightened breeze from the speedster. 
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13273/Midnight Mall Madness!!

2021-05-24T01:58:23Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Okay, so it's not exactly midnight in the mall yet, but the massive sales and discounts at Lexcorp mall were set to go until the strike of midnight. Kara had hoped to get a head start on her shopping, determined to find a super cute outfit that Willow could wear as a kind of superheroic costume/uniform, among other things. She had arrived early in the morning hoping to avoid the crowds and had brought some friends with her too, hoping to make this another team bonding exercise. Shops everywhere are having major side walk sales and markdown signs are everywhere as people mill about to upbeat mall music. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Today is the grand opening of 'Mutie Cutie' at the Lex Corp Mall. It's a small popup store with mutant branded clothing designed by a local and talented mutant artist and sold through Andrea Jackson's record label. Most of the clothing is geared towards 15 to 25 year olds, mostly female but they have some young men clothing as well. The racks have multiple styles of colorful shirts and torn jeans all with the logos of 'Mutie Cutie' on it. Mutants get a ten percent discount as well. It's an honor system. Being that she is the face of the brand, the popstarlet is here for the opening to do autographs, selfies and a bit of marketing. Having dragged her twin brother out with her to help out with the promise of free food, she currently has him out on the floor with her to manage any of the lines. She is dressed in her full clothing line, that of snug low cut jeans with tears in the front, as well as a sleeveless crop top with the words: MC across the front in silvery font. 

:'''{{#var:158|Barry Allen (158)}} has posed:''' Waiting by the entrance stands Barry though not in his flash outfit he waits for Kara to enter with a wave towards her. Normally he wouldn't of come, but here at Lex-Mart he wasn't going to take any chances. When he spots her he pushes through the crowd with a wave hoping he gets her attention. He wears a simple casual outfit though it still looks buisness casual as the outfit is all designer though only his golden ring spots out as something a bit different. After a bit of pushing, he finally gets close enough to speak, "Over here.. Kara." he looks at her with a smile, "I saw your memo about this place.. You know your cousin would hate to see ya here." he looks around at the large store they are going to be walking through, "This is Lex's place.. You know how he feels about him." Though there was no actual proof the distrust between the two is known. Lex was suspected of so much more, not just criminal wise, but how he did buisness. It made Barry nervious as he just couldn't put it out of his mind being here, but he didn't actually accuse the man of anything yet... Not sure what he would accuse him of to be honest though he trusted his friends oppion very easly as big buisness like Lex's made him a bit worried to begin with. 

:'''{{#var:9627|Nevada (9627)}} has posed:''' Clothing? Necessary in polite society. Nevada isn't excited about it but sees the logic and recognizes people like to look fancy. Food though? Food always motivates him. Nevada was strongly suggested to wear some black ripped and repaired jeans, along with a deep purple top washed with a red to orange sunset and the gold MC logo underneath. Simple and boardwalk ready. If only he was there. He knows what to do with a funnel cake, not with questions about sizing. So he largely keeps close to his sister and tries to find that pitiable sweet spot between being friendly and approachable but naively unhelpful. "...I have no idea what I'm doing." He whispers aside towards his sibling. "How long are we here for?" 

:'''{{#var:212|Conner (212)}} has posed:''' Conner is trying to be supportive with Kara's plan, he really is. Only that malls are not as interesting now as they were when he was sixteen. (Or rather, when he looked like being sixteen). It might be Tim and Cassie think the same, as they have not showed up. Maybe they will drop by for lunch? He is texting, but getting no responses. "Where do you want to start, cousin-like person Kara," he asks, only half serious. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar is along with Kara, Conner, and Barry at the mall today. He is feeling a bit uncomfortable, partly for the same reasons as Barry, and also partly because of his somewhat complicated relationship with Kara.     Still, they had both agreed on remaining friends, so friends it was and going on shopping trips is a thing to do. It hasn't been so bad, at least thus far. He doesn't bring up the topic of Lex. "In the market for a new wardrobe huh?" he remarks casually, nodding as Barry approaches. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' Lex doesn't usually need a reason to make an appearance in LexMall. He's a well known philantropist and does plenty of charity; charity like today. With a booth off to the side, Lex is heading up a lottery contest. The more sales bought on the floor today, the more chances one has for the charity. The winner gets a free LexPhone 2.0 with a free year plan on the LexCorp Information Network. When one approaches the booth, they can clearly hear him thanking those who turn in their tickets, "Thank you kind Sir. I'm sure veterans all over will be happy with your purchases." The charity of this grand day... is Wounded Troops Services. Off to both sides of the booth are Mercy and Hope, Lex's (in?)famous bodyguard in full body armor and concealed weapons; they're not taking any chances with their boss out in the open like this. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Owen Mercer (9935)}} has posed:''' Owen Mercer had two strong hands, not super strong hands, but athletic human strong hands, plenty of pockets, and a backpack, just in case. He also had plenty of boomerangs on him, as these sales could get ugly. But mostly he was all about having space to carry any purchases. Not that he was too keen on buying anything. He was here for another. With the sale note quite triggering yet, he stayed, ready, willing, and able. "Do we have a plan of attack yet," he asked, wondering what he had to get before the ensuing mob got their greedy little hands on whatever it was that was being sold for a ridiculously small amount. He wore his beige cargo pants, since more pockets, his uniform jacket, which could easily pass for casual attire, except the external boomerang pockets were empty. He was only keeping a few in reserve on the internal pockets. And he had a black backpack with pink accents that he had borrowed, which was completely empty, save for a few ration packs, and bottles of water, just in case. He even wore a rugby headband to keep the sweat out of his eyes, "I'm ready," he said as Barry approached them, "are you ready?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Oh Woow, there's so much to see and do! And she may be an adult but Kara would never miss the opportunity to enjoy a good shopping trip, besides she was determined to buy a cute outfit for Willow that said, 'Superhero Witch' without being too obvious or too cheesy fir that matter. So here she is, happy to be joining her friends as she peruses the shops. In her civilian persona she is wearing sunglasses, blonde hair pulled up in a high ponytail, and a simple pair of jeans and a sky blue shirt. aAlthough she was never quite as good at secret identities as Barry. "Hey!" she smiles and waves to Barry, stepping up to join him, peering around as others join them too and smiles to Conner, Lar and Owen too. "I'm so glad you guys could make it! Lar, it's been forever! And Conner, I was thinking of maybe some goth clothing store, though I hear there's a new Mutie Cutie pop up store I'd like to try." as for Lex, she shrugs, "I think we should give him a chance at least? He's done some good things? This mall for one.." Maybe she's a bit naive, trying to believe everyone can be good but on,y time will tell. she's already approaching his lotto booth while keeping an eye out for this new Mutie Cutie store. "Ooh can I buy a ticket? Sounds like a great cause!" A little further down, two kids, around eleven and eight years of age are wandering about the mall too, hovering around the Mutie Cutie store. They don't seem to be accompanied by parents and glance around nervously. The younger one, a girl with wavy brown hair peers up at her blonde sister. "Elsa, do you think we'll find her here?" she smiles and nods, "I'm sure we will,I heard the voices, Anna." she replies. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Just a few hours and then we can hit up the hotel and tomorrow we'll be home." Andrea says to her brother with a smile as she leans in to bump her shoulder against his. "It's easy. Everything is pre-shrunk, scan the tag, take money, swipe the card, bag it. How is it you never had a real job before?" She says with a teasing grin. So says the mutant celebrity ex-Disney star. "That or just stand next to me and hold the camera when someone wants a picture. You look great by the way. Thanks for modeling for me." She says with a giggle, then leans in to hold her own phone upwards, striking a pose with duck lips before snapping a photo of them. "I can let James know to put in an order if you're hungry again. They got a really good food court here. Who doesn't like midnight Chik-Fila?" 

:'''{{#var:158|Barry Allen (158)}} has posed:''' Bary just smiles at Kara, "You know I can't argue you when you speak like that." he shakes his head with a sigh, "I hope your right.. Not about the Cutie Pop store, as we all know that is a win." and grins, having no idea what a Mutie Cutie shop even was. He just follows carefully staying behind the group a little bit though he eyes Lex from the back with one of those judgement looks. He doesn't say anything to the man, and smiles to the two bodyguards with a nod, whatever he though of Lex that must of been one stressfull job. he does look at Owen, "I am ready as one can be, it has been a while since I have been to a Mall though." walking forward in the ticket line to get to his turn. "It isn't as bad as I thought it would be. At least Lex has some taste in decour." he adds turning around to realize it is his turn. With the interaction to get a ticket as well he sighs, "Tell me you didn't hear that?" he says to the Lex taking the tickets. Then smiles, "I read an article about you in the Daily Planet. It looks like design is not your only skill Mr. Luther though I did not think greeting was in that list." He would wait for a respose before looking at Kara, then smiling again a bit warmer this time the judgement gone when he turns to look at Luther again with a nod, "It was quite well written, but it spoke well of you.. Perhaps they were right." and turns following the rest of the way away from Lex for now. He speaks up to all with him, "Alright.. So do they still have arcades in these things?" he asks with a grin, totaly oblivious to all the deals, and shoppers only joking as he also assumed he was on bag carrying duty today! 

:'''{{#var:9627|Nevada (9627)}} has posed:''' "You know why." Is Nevada's under-the-breath huffed retort. He can't say it too sourly, because her compliment mollifies him and it is hard to be grouchy in comfortable clothing. Soft brushed cotton-modal blends soothes even the most savage beast. He does not do duck lips, however. With the general hub-bub and controlled late night chaos, he doesn't really pay too much mind to the crowd as a whole. He does, however, take note of clear minors, though at the moment it's nothing more than a casual, "Huh, guess parenting is lax these days. I was never allowed up this late on school nights. Not that dad exactly went mall sale chasing. When he says Black Friday is one of the "busiest day of the year", well... yeah, you tended Not to go for that exact reason." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah, it's...been a while." Lar replies to Kara's excited greetings. He then turns to Owen, who looks ready for some kind of fight. But Lar thought they weren't supposed to be expecting a fight? "Uh...plan of attack? I thought this was just a shopping trip?" 

:'''{{#var:212|Conner (212)}} has posed:''' "Is she a Goth?" Conner is somewhat curious about the new team mates. Although if Willow was in the Justice League (as he seems to remember) maybe this is seen as some kind of demotion for her. That would suck. Wait, what did Kara said? "Mutie Cutie? What is that?" Conner look around with a frown. Probably thinking in some kind of mutant exploitation corporate trick. Dating a mutant makes a little more aware of the problems mutants face the typical American youth. "Lets see..." he types a search on his starkphone. "Uh, a clothes shop for supers, now I have seen all." 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' "Of course!" Comes the reply to Kara, "The more money you spend, the greater the number of tickets... and the number doubles every fifty dollars." Lex explains to Kara as he smiles. It's a warm smile as he opens the ticket box and shows a couple to her. "How many would you like?" Then Barry is talking to him, with a blank, flat look; he's clearly playing up the 'ignorant' bit, "Heard what?" He grins slightly, before he raises a brow to Barry, "I have many articles written about me, Sir... but I assume you mean the recent one about the potential launch of LexHub this year?" For anyone paying attention to the news, LexHub is LexCorps first private space station, set to start building up in space within the year. Yes, LexCorp will be up there with the Watchtower... and it's UN regulated. Which means there's nothing to be done about it. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Owen Mercer (9935)}} has posed:''' Not actually having met Connor and Lar previously, Owen paid careful attention when Kara addressed them, picking up the names, and when she didn't introduce him to her friends, he took the initiative, "Pleased to meet you Connor, my name's Owen," and he offered a firm, but again, regular human strength handshake, "and you too, Lar," there was a very brief, barely perceptible pause before he said 'Lar', not having heard that name before, but he didn't want to come across as impolite. When his plan of attack comment was broached, he would laugh it off, "Oh, just my first American Mega Sale. I've seen the videos on YouTube. Nasty business that. Black eyes, dislocated shoulders, fractured clavicles. You folks shop rough." He would repeat the step with everyone around, save for Kara, as she was the only one he knew that he had met previously. He had met the Flash, but didn't pick up on the voice, as Americans all sounded the same to him. Much like Barry, Owen was in the dark as to what purpose a Mutie Cutie shop would have. It sounded to him like a bad Netflix film. It was bizarre having a billionaire like Lex Luthor among them. Owen wasn't used to running with such crowds. He was a movie theater employee after all. He would purchase a ticket as well, taking away valuable money for the sale, but it was for a good cause, so there was that at least. Having spotted the nervous minors, and hearing Nevada also raise concerns, Owen politely asked one of Lex's security guards, "can you come with me a moment," and whether or not the guard came with him, Owen would make his way over, and crouch a little bit to say in a soft and non-confrontational voice, "my name is Owen Mercer. Are you two looking for your parents?" It was always difficult dealing with children, so he introduced himself, and went straight to the point, hoping to build a rapport with them. They were all in public, so hopefully they didn't scream stranger danger, and the uniformed security guard, if he came, could help. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers chuckles at Owen, "No plan of attack, just a regular mall. Oh I'm terrible. This is Barry, Conner and Lar. Everyone, this is Owen. Let's have some fun today!" she arches a brow at Barry but decides not to cause any problems. Though she may do some research on Lex later. "Hmm okay, seems like a good cause. How about five tickets?" As for Mutie Cutie she is still eager to find it. Once she buys her tickets, she smiles and waves to Lex, "Thanks!" and follows after Owen. "Hmm, what's up?" the kids continue to wander around the store, talking quietly to each other. "Dont worry, we'll find her. She promised she'd never leave us." And just before Owen and the security guard reaches them, she attempts to slip one of the store products in her pocket. Just a tiny thing. By the time Owen gets there she frowns and shakes her head. "Umm no we're fine..Come on, Anna!" she grabs her little sister's hand and they both run hastily out of the store..Someone else at the back of the store watches with a slight smile, his features hidden under a black hoodie, and quietly slips out after them. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "When I was their age, I was staring in my first TV show. I don't know what normal kids do, Nev." Andrea says as she gives a smile to another customer that passes in, followed by a wave. She doesn't mind the brief bouts of attention that she receives from fans and customers alike. At this point in her career it's just like breathing. Smile. Wave. Smile. Wave. It's practically a reflex. As the two girls get approached by Owen and his entourage, she narrows her eyes some to watch the interaction. They look nervous as they peel away. "Isn't that the boomerang guy and .. Kara?" She trails off some as she looks out from within the store to the mall, then lifts her hand upwards. Smile. Wave. There is a twitch of her nose though, a 'sniff' as her eyes track the man with the dark hoodie who seems to be moving after the kids. "Nevada, give that guy some great customer service real fast." AKA: Interrogate a shoplifter, or a kidnapper. Either way, she relies on twin-sense to get her message across as she practically chuffs at him. 

:'''{{#var:158|Barry Allen (158)}} has posed:''' Barry looks at Lex choosing not to be used as an ad any further he just nods, and gives a "Yea.. that must of been it exactly." before turning to look back at Kara to realize Owen is missing. He had heard him speaking just a moment ago, and then sees him heading towards the group. "Oh no.." is all he says, though he does take a step closer to Lar. "Relax budy, nothing is going to happen. Look at the security guards, and cameras who would be crazy enough to do something here right?" though Lar might note he did just point to several cameras and guards to point out if something were to come up the things they would have to avoid to 'change' if you will. He looks around a bit, "My friend has been spending too much time in Gotham." and gives him a light pat with a smile. Though continues to speak with Kara, "Ya know for as a spokesman for the reasonable people out there.. Maybe I can suggest something not cut off.." and grins with a laugh. Though he does keep his eyes on Owen as this could be a complicated situation, and though he prob didn't need help, a witness sure could help just incase. Though he hoped it didn't escilate like that, 'yea just a normal shoplifter in a normal mall with a group of heros, sure' he thought as he looked around to who was with him noting the names from Kara, as hewatched quietly to see what happened from here. 

:'''{{#var:9627|Nevada (9627)}} has posed:''' "Sure." Says Nevada with a bit more glee than may normally be in such a statement. The chance to bail on mobile registers and chase some creeper shadowing kids? Sign him up. Even if his gait isn't as even as one would expect to see, he does a fair job at closing that distance, at least to catch up with Owen. "Hey man. What's up?" He says sidelong to the face he'd met the other day, in a tone that's suggest something cool and casual to those listening though his eyes are pointedly looking towards the figure in black. Neither is Nevada actually stopping as he keeps on walking. "Guy looks like he needs some... help." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Oh--um...right." Lar replies, sounding abashed when Owen reveals that he was mostly just joking and/or exaggerating about Terran intercultural dynamics. He didn't fully get it, but he doesn't bother asking him to explain further. Of course, he always had to make himself sound like a fool whenever Kara was around. Still, unlike her, he didn't grow up on Earth, so there were some things that didn't exactly come naturally to him as it did the lcoals around here.     He then finds himself tagging along with Kara and the rest of his group as they make their way over to the new Mutie Cutie shop, just watching in the background as Barry talks to Lex, and then as Owen approaches the two girls in the store. He noticed the unusual behavior of the hooded figure and the girl slipping the merchandise into a pocket and leaving without paying. However, since the odd stranger hasn't done anything yet, he doesn't do anything about it at the moment. Instead, as the two girls are leaving the store, he approaches them. "You two all right?" he asks, more to the point than Ownen. "If you're looking for your parents, I can help." As he is speaking to them, he is scanning their pockets to see where the stolen item ended up. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' Another guard pairs off to go with the man that went with Owen; their job is to monitor and handle security after all... and that includes potential children lost from their parents. The first guard misses it... but the second catches it as he's coming up, and there's a muffled sound from the visor. A moment later, and the guard looks to the child. "I can take you to your parents, but first, I'll need you to turn out your pockets. Shoplifters are a problem today, as you know." The civilians lending a helping hand are nice... but Team Luthor are the authority today. Then again, with their reputation, the girl is in good hands. Lex, meanwhile, takes the money for the tickets from Kara and gives a big warm smile, "Done!" And another for Owen, "Done!" The tickets are handed out, and as yet more people come along, Lex shifts to deal with the new charity donators. Barry, on the other hand, gets a nod from Lex, "As I said, lots of articles. If you're talking about a specific one, I'm all ears." 

:'''{{#var:9935|Owen Mercer (9935)}} has posed:''' Owen was doing his best. He saw children, alone, and looking nervous. He tried to help. They were soon running out the store, while another man at the back of the store watched and smiled. Owen didn't see the man in the black hoodie, as he was watching the kids, confused. Turning to Kara, Nevada, and the security guard in particular, "thanks anyway. I figured the uniform might help. Kids can never be too careful these days." Though soon Nevada was heading after the departing man in black. A shame it wasn't the real man in black, Johnny Cash. He'd have the right music for a chase scene. Of course, Lar and the second security guard decided to play the heavy. The kids had stolen something, so they were in the right, but Owen hadn't caught the theft, and it was still hard to see minors treated that way. Owen would hand his own ticket to Kara, "better to keep them all together." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Hoodie guy pauses, peering at Nevada behind that dark cowl. "Oh, I am quite fine, sir..However, Both those kids are quite..Dangerous. Better be careful around them." and with that ominous warning he brushes right past him, watching the kids but staying out of the way as the security guards approach the kids. As for the two kids, well they didn't seem terribly eager for help from the security guard or Lar as he approaches them. In fact their demeanour quickly changes from anxious to downright paranoid. "Stay back!" warns the blonde girl, eyes narrowed as she points a hand towards the security guard and attempts to blast him several feet back with what appears to be a powerful telekinetic blast. Anna meanwhile watches nervously, grabbing her sister's hand. "Are they the ones mother warned you about?" with a nod, Anna tugs her along, and just in case Lar decides to follow her, or any of his friends, she uses her TK to rip out a nearby bench, tossing it towards Lar with considerable force. "Stay away from us!" Kara meanwhile, grabs the ticket from Owen, nodding as she follows closely behind the others, trying to figure out what's going on. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Tilting her head over a one of the young girls yelling, Andrea stops the conversation with the customer she had in front of her. "One moment." She says as she steps away to head to the store front to look out at the group, followed by a squint of her eyes. 

:'''{{#var:158|Barry Allen (158)}} has posed:''' About to move to 'steal back' the item at speeds that would not be seen by the normal eye he decides against it when she blasts the guard back. It was too dangeous to move on someone like that instead maybe descression was the better side here. He thought about this as the two were slowly moving, he did looks surprises as he saw the bench slowly lifting up and heading towards Lar he started sprinting at normal speed jumping to bump into Lar, "Fall" is all he gets out as without his cooperation Barry is going to just smack up against him and fall off. They weren't to a point where they were shooting for the crowd yet thankfully as they were aiming at the people following them instead. He hoped that if he could push them out of the way they could do what they needed to elsewhere as it would take any focus off the other people in normal clothing. It should be safe for now for most other then well him if Lar just stands there, but things have escilated so he was afraid soon they would have no options but to fight. 

:'''{{#var:9627|Nevada (9627)}} has posed:''' Holding his position, Nevada narrows his eyes at the hooded man and watches in the direction that he goes. He sees the kids. Scared kids, the kind that don't seem so much as thieves then kids on the run. He breaks off enough to meet his sister and come to stand next to her again. "Nest is kinda shaken, here." Understatement, as the guards prep for a fight. "How do you want to handle this? Stick here or go after him? He said these kids are dangerous." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Seriously? Lar just asked her a simple question and offered to help, and she throws a bench at him? Was it the Terrans, or was it just kids? Or was it both? Anyway, not much time to give it much thought. And unfortunately, he doesn't really have time to respond to Barry, either. The bench comes flying, and the Daxamite flies up to meet it, catching it as it if were just a volleyball or something, then setting it back down gently so as not to hurt anyone else or damage any property.     Then he bolts after the children, after briefly scanning the guard that had been blasted back to make sure he is not in critical condition or anything. "Please, let us help you." he says, attempting to overtake them and block their escape. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' As the guard gets blasted back, there's a sudden flurry of movement from the Team Luthor security that likely everyone notices. There's a muffled radio signal from the partner that just watched one of his team get thrown... and then a bench gets tossed. The bench? The security guard actually tries to move to one side and deflect it when he sees Lar just... float up. Okay then, problem solved. The team of the guards are falling back, out of the line of sight of the kid, and pulling their pistols. "Clear the area! Hostile child!" Since the guards were talking inside their helmets before, this is clearly an intentional broadcast. The pistols are clearly tazers however, with the faint electrical hue at their ends. They hunker down around the kids... but don't fire yet. Clearly, a man who can catch a bench without effort probably won't have an issue, and they seem content to wait-and-see, at the ready. Lex? He's sitting down in the booth, with Mercy and Hope immediately in front of him as he pulls out a tablet and begins to use it, watching the proceeds unfold. Security have the matter well in hand, after all. The guard that got blasted? He's not critical, but he's gonna feel that in the morning, and there's already a pair of Team Luthor moving to deal with him. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Owen Mercer (9935)}} has posed:''' The blonde girl did warn the security guard before she blasted him several feet back. Owen had to grant her that much. So she was a scared kid, with some kind of power, but she wasn't out to hurt anyone, so long as they didn't come too close to her. And she had a younger sister in tow, which may well have her own powers. It was a difficult situation. Thankfully, they had Supergirl, and unbeknownst to him, the Flash as well, on hand. They were two of the nicest, most child-friendly heroes around. And both were well equipped to handle the girls' power. Having memorized the layout of the mall, since he had come ludicrously prepared, and anticipating her need, he would lean in close to Kara, explaining that the "nearest ladies loo is right of front door, past four stores, right into the corridor, second door on the left." He was pretty sure she had a spare outfit in her backpack. Watching the Lar catch the bench was a sight to behold. Some people just didn't believe in secret identities. He didn't either. Well, he did a poor job of hiding it. He really ought to look into getting some kind of mask. The problem was, he was never going to throw a boomerang at children, even in self-defense, and what was he going to do with his short bursts of super speed. He wasn't like the Flash. He didn't know many speed force tricks. For now, he was a passenger, ready to act, to help out, but uncertain of how to proceed. Catching sight of the security guards drawing their tasers, he would ready himself. Tasers weren't generally calibrated to deal with a child's body mass, and the current could be lethal. If any of them pulled the trigger, he was going to try and grab the kids, no matter what they might do to him as he got them out of there. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Elsa's eyes widen as Lar catches the bench..And is acutely aware of more security with their tasers ready to shoot. "Anna, get ready..Mom said this might happen.." the younger girl nods, pulling out..A notepad for some reason, and a pen. "Dont worry, we won't let them hurt us like they did mother..Let's go!" When Lar flies towards them, blocking their escape, Elsa just smiles and..Rises up into the sky, effortlessly floating towards the second floor, carrying Anna with her, depositing her on a second floor balcony. :At the same time she peers around, and with a flick of her wrist she sends, not one but multiple benches, vending machines, tables even in to the air, hurling them with startling force in a wide arc around them. Seems her powers are a bit wild, not only aimed at Lar and the security guards but anyone else who gets too close, including random shoppers who start to scream and flee. One or two are hit or buried under a stray piece of furniture. Black hoodie guy watches with a slight frown, still out of harm's way but totally focused on the fight at hand, especially Elsa. He doesn't seem to notice as Kara flees into a nearby washroom..Either she really had to go or she's just really scared of getting hit too! 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Well, this went to shit really fast." Andrea says to Nevada as she gives a furrow of her brows. She gives a glance to her brother, then heads out of the store as she makes her way quickly through to catch up with the chaos. She spies Lar catching a bench and designates him as the 'strong guy' of the situation. She doesn't recognize him right off the cuff being a New Yorker herself. "Hey!" She calls out to the two girls who are starting to float upwards to the second story. "Look, everyone can calm down and we can work this out! You know who I am, right? If you're mutants, you're safe with me. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. Period. Can I come up there and talk to you two?" She gives a glance towards her brother again, then cuts a look towards the black hoodie guy. "Sick him. He started this whole situation." 

:'''{{#var:158|Barry Allen (158)}} has posed:''' Barry stands up, and dusts himself off "I see.." as he looks up actually surprised to see him flying just out in the open, but of course it should look like Barry is also surpised that he could fly. Getting up he gives a, "Leaving it to you.." as he runs off to go get lost in the crowd of people. It would be easy to change into his Flash outfit somewhere since it was in his ring. A turn here, a blind corner there and where once Barry stood now is the Flash! Though he doesn't return right away back to the front. First he runs around the building making sure the other exits are open for people to go. This could get bad, and just incase it was best to have a way out for the crowd to get through. His return might not even be noticed as furniture in a pile just starts to disapear right after each other to reappear just a bit off where he dropped it though he doesn't stop just running in a small circle to get them off others so they can not be under it for long. Finally when all of this is done he stops for a moment, looking around at the people. He realizes that Mon-El is blocking them in and looks at Kara, "That isn't good.. Trapping them in.." he shakes his head. Of course tactically it wasn't a bad choice, but now he was afraid the wounded pup only got worse if it was then trapped. So he begain to worry, but then heard someone say he started it and follows the point, with a frown. Of course someone started this, he would be on his way to go behind the one that was pointed to, not having any proof he starts with a "Can we have a word.." leaving the panicing kid to Kara, and others for now. He does tap his foot behind him with a bit of a stare though as he didn't like people who took advatage of others. If that person was right this person had something to do with it, so he would start with a negative view for the hoody. 

:'''{{#var:9627|Nevada (9627)}} has posed:''' There doesn't need to be an acknowledgement from Nevada. He knows what to do. He ducks into the store to take advantage of one of the changing booths while everyone is otherwise distracted by the scene outside. What comes out but seconds later is a large, shaggy, shepherd-like dog. The black canine races out the front doors of the store and out through the panicking crowds and flying debris. Despite Barry's intent to inject himself into the Hooded Man's business, Nevada is already engaged. He jogs after the retreating man and approaches from around some of the center's decor, his ears forward with intent and his hackles up. The stare he levels on the man is one of predatory intent before he kicks off from the ground in a charge for the man's legs. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Welp, this was going -so- well. Now the girl is throwing -multiple- objects. At least Barry is helping with that. Getting people out of the way and catching stuff, that is. He zooms around, lifting objects off of any trapped bystanders and catching as many as he can to set them down gently before going after the girl again.     This time, he's getting a bit more impatient with her. "Listen, I don't want to hurt you." he states, his voice not quite threatening but getting there. "Don't make me." He looks down as Andrea is shouting up at the young girl. "See? Look, no one wants to hurt you. Why don't you listen to her? They can help you learn to control yourself." 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' Meanwhile, those Team Luthor guards? They spring into action, getting the civilians out. Those who remaining standing that is... which isn't many. The security armor they wear has a LOT better chance of withstanding injuries compared to the civilians around, and this group of Team Luthor in particular are trained to protect civilians. On the bright side, there will be a lot less critical injuries. On the other hand... those are less hands to try to deal with the children, and the sheer amount of sudden debris has overwhelmed the dozen strong local security... Lex, meanwhile, is in a heated discussion with his bodyguards. A hushed heated discussion. One that abruptly stops as he stands up and starts to dash off to one of the stores, Hope in the front and Mercy taking up rearguard. Where are they going? After a few moments, they disappear into a back room. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' There's a lot of chaos going on now as people scream and flee in a disorganized manner, many scrambling over each other to get away. Fortunately The Flash is there to help with opening any blocked exits and he along with Mon-El are quite successful in preventing the majority of furniture from dropping on any innocents. Meanwhile the security detail do an excellent job at maintaining order amid the chaos, redirecting fleeing civilians to exits. Supergirl is also on the scene, having appeared from who knows where, assisting in catching any stray furniture and lowering it to the ground, redirecting more fleeing innocents to the exits. Elsa continues to hover in the center of the mall, seemingly fuelled by intense fear for some reason, her powers growing only more dangerous by the moment, as she now spins furniture around in a furious whirlwind of debris, knocking any stray civilians to the ground in the ensuing blast of wind and telekinetic force. And then, she hears the famous Andrea Jackson's voice and her eyes widen, focusing on her for a moment. And for a moment that fear and anger and chaos and paranoia leaves her face, blinking for a second or two in confusion. "Ms..Jackson? They said you're a mutant...You're are an inspiration for us..I...I'm Soo scared...They hurt my mom..They're after me.." for a moment, it seems that her powers are starting to calm down as she focuses on her longtime pop idol..r How very very strange that her calming down seems to happen right around the same time that the large dog leaps out of nowhere, knocking Black Hoodie guy (who was intently focused on Elsa) to the ground. "What..?" he is rather shocked clearly, his focus on Elsa clearly broken. But he doesn't hesitate at all, vanishing in a flash, reappearing next to Anna who remains crouched on the second floor balcony. He doesn't say anything, but his eyes seem to flicker with some intense light. Suddenly Anna is the scared, paranoid looking one, climbing to her feet, peering down at her sister. "Elsa!!" The notebook and pen are still in her hands and she anxiously starts to scribble something on her notebook, which glows eerily. A moment later, a correspondingly glowing circle appears on the ground below, in front of Elsa who has slowly lowered herself to the floor, exhausted. When the light clears, there's a large, fire breathing dragon standing there, and boy does it looked pissed. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Yes, I'm a mutant, just like you I imagine. Come here and I'll call someone. Who hurt your mother?" Andrea says in a calm voice as she holds her hands upwards to the pair of girls. She spies Supergirl out of the corner of her eye, then visibly relaxes. "See, look! That is Supergirl and she is here to help also. You can trust her. She's one of the best heroes in the world." When her brother tackles the hooded man and things seem to calm, she tracks him upwards to the second story, followed by the next chain of events. "His power is to create fear? Is that he's doing? He's trying to cause a scene." "He's the guy to take out. Fast guy, can you do it?" She calls over to Barry. 

:'''{{#var:158|Barry Allen (158)}} has posed:''' Flash blinks as he teleports, as he didn't see him move and would of if it were super speed. He looks over at Andrea, with a nod he lowers himself a bit to get a super kick off as he Flashes towards the Dragon. Everything goes slow for him as he appreaches the thing. As he ran everything moved slower to him the speed just kicking off lightning around him. He had two goals, one he wasn't sure how strong the man in the cloak was so he just gave him a simple couple taps. though at the speed he was going it would be much more then that. He aimed for the shoulder to throw the man back and away, as the force would of been easly enough to throw a full grown human into the air, one was to lift him up, and the other was to throw him against a wall if they were successful. Though he didn't stop as he was running through he tapped, turned his body in a juke and swooped up trying to pick up the kid, drawing and all. He was going to speed over, and deposit her infront of Andrea. Looking back over the work he did he would look to his side where he was standing next to the lady. "I think I can handle that.. And the name is Flash." he said moving to hand her the child as they seemed to know her better, and maybe she could do something for her. 

:'''{{#var:9627|Nevada (9627)}} has posed:''' The hooded man disappears. There's a dragon. Nevada is left standing there staring in the direction of both and giving a noisy, ill-tempered snort. With nothing left to him where he is, the black dog turns to run back towards Andrea and comes up towards her as Flash has finishes depositing the children. Hopefully they're not afraid of dogs, and he'll give a jovial wag of his tail towards both before he spots a sign for emergency exit. With a bark towards Andrea, he takes on a very typical pointer stance to indicate it with pointed looks towards the kids. If they're amenable to it, he'll try and approach the girls directly and try to gentle shepherd them towards the exit and out of the line of fire. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar is visibly relieved when Elsa seems to calm down and start conversing with Andrea in a more civilized fashion. But then Anna starts shouting, and scribbles something on her notebook before a dragon suddenly appears. He doesn't know much about these weird kinds of powers, but he figures that was no coincidence.     Since the dragon hasn't attacked yet, he decides to make sure that doesn't happen again the best he can by destroying that notebook. A thin, well-measured thermal blast ought to do it. The red lasers lance through the air and hit the papers, aiming to incinerate them but cause no further harm. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Owen Mercer (9935)}} has posed:''' Owen has been doing his best to do civilian patrol, rushing people that needed emergency attention to the first aid room of the mall, or any other authorities that he could find beyond the store. Any pretence of keeping his secret identity were gone, as people were in danger, so he was helping out, becoming something of an errand boy. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Black Hoodie guy is ready this time, as the Flash attempts to grab him and hurl him into a nearby wall. He snarls, vanishing moments before he can smack the wall...Wait, where did he go? Meanwhile, Anna is grabbed and deposited in front of Andrea. She blinks in confusion, eyes widened and fearful, backing away from her, clutching her notebook. The dragon has already started to advance towards the group of heroes during this time, opening its gaping maw and unleashing a wide cone of flames towards the heroes, its massive tail slamming into more furniture. This mall is pretty trashed right now but at least most of the civilians have been ushered to safety, as Supergirl does her best to fly around, grabbing stray shoppers and flying them to safety, while putting out a random fire here or there with her ice breath. However, When Mon-El incinerates the book, she gasps, dropping the scraps on the ground, and..Thankfully that seems to do the trick, as the dragon suddenly vanishes. "Leave us alone!" she screams, backing away from Andrea, fumbling with her backpack. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Looking to move out of the way of a flaming dragon, Andrea rolls behind a pillar to take cover, feeling the heat lash out around her and scorch her clothing. She curls her fists together, gritting her back teeth in anticipation. She can feel the first 'snap' of bones within her body, but she settles once Anna suddenly appears next to her. She lets out a gasp of pain as she straightens out. "Hey, hey, it's gonna be okay. You and your sister are going to be fine. Deep breath and hold my hand, okay?" Reaching out for her, she gives a wiggle of her fingers. "Look, this is my dog, his name is Nevada. He's a good dog and you can pet him. Don't be afraid, the bad guy is gone, the Flash and Supergirl are chasing him off." With her free hand, she takes her phone out, holding it out to her. "Look, you can play with my phone if you want, call your parents. The cops are on the way. Let's head over to your sister and make sure she is okay." 

:'''{{#var:158|Barry Allen (158)}} has posed:''' Flash Zips over to check on the downed child now the other person is gone he checks her pulse, and zips away back with water though it might not even look like he moved as he was going so fast. He also had some food with him, some chips in a bag. "It's alright little one." then he looks back. "Looks like exhaustion, whatever he was doing he pushed her to the limit." he opens the water and pours a little on her patting it with a towl. While not a doctor by any means field first aid was part of his training. While it was for minor things it was good to have a ready just incase, though if there was more wrong he wouldn't be able to tell as again not a doctor. He looks over at Andrea, "Maybe a quieter area would be best." he carefully lifts the unconcious child looking up at Kara. "It isn't life threatening, but she needs to get to the hospital." he then looks over at Andrea, "Would be nice if they were to stick together.. Flash Foundation would be happy to cover the bill." he looks around a bit with a smile, "For the children of course." to clearify a bit. He didn't seem to mind the whole mutant thing, but Bats had tought him sometimes is was better to do things before the cops arrived. 

:'''{{#var:9627|Nevada (9627)}} has posed:''' He tries not to growl when the book is dissolved. Nevada's got that much control, but there's a momentary stare shot aside towards the source of a laser beam near a frightened, twitchy little girl. A girl whom Nevada refocuses on to doing his level best to look friendly and reassuring. His tail is going, he's got that doggy grin, he's even uttering a quiet little whine. A whine that to most people would just sound appeasing, though to his sister its pleading. Let's go, come on, we need to get the hell outta here! He tried to keep himself between Anna and the clear course to bolt towards her sister, whom in short time is recovered and taken aside to safety nearby. There's a relieved exhaled snort, but he seems still mostly focused on Anna and takes a few steps closer with his head pointedly down. See, fluffy dog wants pets. Pets mean she's close and in nudging range to get her to go /away/ from the chaos. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     The notebook is destroyed and the dragon just disappears without a trace. Phew. At least -that- crisis is now averted. Lar is again visibly relieved. Who cares if anyone is annoyed that he fired lasers at a child. He had complete control over their intensity, she wouldn't be hurt. But now it seems the rest of the crew has the situation under control.     Wait, but one more thing--he goes over to Elsa and plucks whatever merchandise she had stolen before out of her pocket, returning it to Andrea. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Owen Mercer (9935)}} has posed:''' This mall was going to need quite the overhaul when the dust settled. But that was then, and right now, most of the civilians had been evacuated by Captain Boomerang and Supergirl. While they were doing that, the dragon seemed to be dealt with, which was a thought that Owen never figured would run through his head. Andrea, the Flash, and Nevada seemed to be dealing with the girls, cooing, speaking softly, and offering them treats. Anything to put them at ease. This was why mutants were so scary. Anyone could be one. Although they seemed to develop before they usually were supposed to, at least from what Owen had read. He was trying to put fires out, using some clothes as blankets, fanning them, since they weren't chemical fires. When he finally got a moment to breathe, he would grab his knees, bending over a bit, tired from his short bursts of super speed, "Oh good, seems perfect time to cough up a lung," to anyone who might be nearby. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Anna whimpers, clearly scared and confused, not just from the influence of the mysterious Black hoodie man, but also from the laser beam that destroyed her notebook. But Andrea is again a familiar figure, and an inspiration to her and her sister. Having a super adorable doggie totally helps too of course, and she reaches out to pet Nevada, smiling faintly and a bit calmed by his warm doggy presence, before just crying openly and giving Andrea a hug. "I'm soooo sorry! I was Soo scared, and when momma went away we thought Elsa could hear her voice but she kept saying scary things and said all these scary people were after us, and..Annd..." she cries and sniffles again as she just grips Andrea's hand tightly. When Flash brings Elsa over, she seems to have maybe suffered a concussion from that fall, and is still unconscious but in stable condition, overwhelmed by her powers and the influence of hoodie guy over her, speaking of, where did he go? In the background, Supergirl smiles and waves to Nevada and Andrea as she continues to put out fires and at least try to remove the immediate danger in the mall. Sadly, this mall is a bit trashed.. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "It's okay, it's okay.. listen, we will find out what happened with your mom, okay?" Andrea says as she kneels down a bit to wrap her arms around her in return, giving the girl a firm hug. "I have friends that can help you out, other mutants like us. They'll make sure you and your sister will be safe." She gives a glance over towards Nevada, pressing her lips into a bit of a frown as she swallows down some emotion in her throat. Children is her weak spot. When Lar heads over with the keychain, she stares at it for a moment, squinting her eyes. "Thanks." She says, then attaches it to Anna's beltloop. "Here, this will keep you safe." She says in an assuring tone. Holding up her watch, she taps it. "James, give us an exit, we need EMS. Back door please." She gives a nudge to her brother. "You take her sister, let's head back into the store through the back door." 

:'''{{#var:158|Barry Allen (158)}} has posed:''' The Flash looks at them for a minute, while he didn't know anything about mutants, well he did some, but not for something like what comes next. He looks at Kara, and hesitates to hand over the girl to the other person. It wasn't that he distrusted them, it just felt wrong giving up someone vulernable to well... people he didn't know. Sure to the others Andrea might be popular, but not the him though she didn't seem bad or anything, so he looks up to Kara for the okay. If he gets it he would slowly and carefully hand her over though he looks at Andrea, "When you find a place could you call the foundation. We won't ask questions, just want to make sure both sisters are safe." he doesn't threaten of course that wasn't his style. But he did worry about the well being of others so is just trying to follow up later so he knows it worked out. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     With the girls seemingly well in hand, Lar goess off to help Kara tend to the rest of the fallout of this. Meaning any other trapped citizens, or fires that may have resulted from the mayhem, or anything else like that. All in all, this had been fairly tame. At least compared to some of the stuff he's been up against in the past. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Owen Mercer (9935)}} has posed:''' With some heroes tending to the disaster victims, as well emergency medical technicians, police, firefighters, and security all beginning to file in, Owen took in the situation. He had a reasonable idea of what had gone on, but was still confused by it all. So much damage and destruction, just because some kids were scared, and Mon-El and the security guard took a hard line against them. How different things would have been with just a little bit of compassion and a soft touch. He shook his head again, and then heard a groan, which immediately had him moving rubble to see who was under there, "help is on the way." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl smiles to The Flash. "It's alright, you can trust Andrea. She's not just a famous musician, she's got some other resources too and she's helped mutants in the past." she glances at the dog and chuckles, "Awee what a cute dog, didn't know you had pets!" of course Kara doesn't yet know he is in fact Nevada. Anna seems to trust a Andrea enough, still grasping her hand tightly and following her once the EMS arrive to tend to her unconscious sister. Meanwhile, Supergirl looks around, continuing to put out flames, glancing to Lar and Boomer and Flash. "Good job everyone..Now, where did that Black hoodie guy go?" ....Where indeed? Looks like he escaped.. 
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13349/A Trial Run

2021-05-22T05:34:53Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' It's been a couple of weeks since Kara and Owen met and grew ever closer. Of course Kara was always happy to go out on regular dates and to enjoy spending more time with Boomer, however there was something that was bugging her that had happened in the past, a mysterious enemy that had given her trouble. She knew that if she ever encountered the mysterious armoured being again, she might not be so lucky. So she suited up and headed to the Danger Room, inviting Boomer to come join her for a trial run. "Soo, you ever been here before, Boomer?" she stretches a bit as she waits fir him to join her, wearing her blue skirt and matching cut off top with the trademark S shield on the front, red cape flowing softly behind her. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Captain Boomerang had come to Titans Tower, on Barker Island, just off the coast of North Hempstead, at Supergirl's invitation. On one side, it looked out across Metropolis, and the other, Nassau County. The building was shaped like a giant 'T'. "Nah, this is my first time. Our base is an old abandoned subway station over in Gotham," revealing Outsider secrets, but she was trusted, highly trusted. He was in costume, which was easier for him than hers, as his was practically casual wear. Noting the cutoff top, "deciding to go for a new look?" He asked. He would do his own stretches, but he wasn't doing a good job of it. He was highly distracted by his teammate, opponent, or whatever they were going to do in the Titan's danger room. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers chuckles and shrugs, "My other costume needed washing, and my washer broke so I had to take it to the tower and wait for a big enough load to wash it. in the meantime, figured I'd pull out one of my alternative costumes." she grins and strikes a pose. "You like?" As he reveals some secrets of the Outsiders' ha, Kara arches a curious brow and smiles, "Ooh? Is that so? Hmm, well I promise not to tell anyone." she winks before stepping towards the controller, punching in some buttons to open a saved program that she had been recently working on. "I've been thinking, there aren't a lot of people out there with access to Kryptonite, or who have highly advanced technology to build super suits." she shrugs, "But there are a few. Most recently, it was the Suicude Squad that I fought to free Superman..I wonder if they sent that super suit to attack me with Kryptonite a while ago?" As she speaks, the glowing green grid on a black background shimmers and changes to take on the busy sprawling city of metropolis. They are currently standing on a rooftop. "Whoever it was, next time I need to be ready..Hopefully I didn't make this program too dangerous but I wanted to replicate the Kryptonite used against me.." 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "Broke, well, after you wipe the floor with me, maybe I'll have a look and see if it can be fixed." He was no expert on washing machines, but he was a man with a fair bit of experience at tinkering with equipment, plus, once he found the problem, the internet was very helpful in finding out how to fix them. He liked being a handyman. Taking a good look at her, "Isn't that a bit redundant? You could rock a burlap sack and look terrific. But you do look really, really good... though, I think the other one might be a teensie, weensie, bit better." He was new to danger rooms, mostly training in obstacle courses and the like, not holographic simulations. He would look around as the room changed from Titan's Tower to what looked like Metropolis, "wow," and listening to her, "so, in this, we fight as teammates? All the bad guys are automated?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods and hmmms, "That's the idea! We need to keep an eye out for the armoured cyborg, and then try to stop it from hurting innocents along the way. I think it'd be a good opportunity to see how well we can work as a team, but also to train ourselves..There are safety measures in place but to bump it up to a challenging enough level it required a team mate as backup.. As she speaks, there's a loud rumble heard and then screams as some explosion hits somewhere nearby..From the sounds of it, could be on the ground level, as smoke is coiling up,from brow. They are currently on the top of a small four story apartment building with fire escape ladders on one side. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' If it was going to use Kryptonite, since he guessed that it couldn't simulate Kryptonite, it was a good thing she had a teammate who was immune to its negative effects. He was worried about her, as this seemed to be a dangerous training room. If she could be troubled by it, what chance did he have? She could move at superspeed, but so could he, so when he heard the screams, he was already running towards them, moving quickly down the fire escape ladder, since he had yet to figure out how to run up or down a building, while she could just fly towards the source of the disturbance. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' When Boomer reaches ground level, he will notice that someone has set a number of wooden playground apparatus on fire. There are also numerous kids running around frantically, out of reach of their parents and screaming for help. Two are trapped at the top of monkey bars, two more are trapped in what look like simulated castle towers that reach up some two stories high in the air. There's also a fire on the ground surrounding three more crying kids as their parents look on in horror. Supergirl is already rushing towards the ground fire, the largest of the three fires, inhaling her breath and releasing a freezing cold beam in the fire. Hopefully Boomer can reach the other two. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Putting out a fire would be simple for the Flash, Impulse, or even Quicksilver. They know how to do things like create hurricane winds with their arms. Captain Boomerang doesn't know that trick yet. His first thought to try and put out the fire was to run to some lake, river, or pool, grabbing a bucket of water. But that would take too long, even as fast he was, so instead, he started focusing on the kids. The running and screaming ones were in trouble, but not immediate trouble. He went for the two that were strapped at the top of the money bars, then the ones in the castle tower, running through flames if need be. He may have singled his jacket or pants, but he was going so quick the damage would be minimal. "Can you put out the fires while I get the kids," he said to her halfway in the process of gathering up the kids and getting them to safety. They may not be with their parents yet, but they were at least out of the immediate danger. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl finishes putting out the biggest fire, freeing the three kids who run to their parents, crying. She smiles, glad she could help. But as Boo er rushes into the flames, her eyes widen in concern. "Boomer!" She's not yet sure of the extent of his abilities but he looks pretty athletic at least. With a nod she works on putting out the flames reaching up to the monkey bars first as they seem bigger, nearly engulfing Boomer and the kids before they sizzle out. Phew, that was close, but now, buts of the two castle structures are starting to fall apart as flames lick up the wooden legs of the creaking structures. "Boomer, hurry!" she's not sure how fast he can run, but she's already inhaling and and readying another ice breath. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' He cries of concern warmed his heart, but he was doing quite well with his makeshift fireman efforts. He wasn't wearing a fire retardant outfit, he didn't have a mask, but the whole point of training was you would act like this in a real world version, so he was risking his life for holographic children. But they were so convincing that he didn't think about it that way. It was just kids in trouble to him. Boomer was able to go at superspeed for short distances. He could search an entire building in seconds, maybe a minute tops. He was fast, just not as fast as the big speedsters out there. Watching him run, since she could see at super speed too, was almost like watching Legolas in that Hobbit series of films, as he jumped and skipped over the decaying castle to get to, and save the children trapped therein. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl watches him with a slight smile, clearly impressed by his skill and speed. But enough gawking, she has a job to do and he may be fast and able to leap over flames, but those flames are getting bigger by the second..Honestly, who builds a playground made out of entirely wood? Anyhoo, she lets loose another ice breath upon the first castle, the one which is almost entirely engulfed in flames, but it's legs are so weakened by the fire that they look like they may collapse at any moment. The kid inside screams as the structure sways uncertainly. Seems fire is just the beginning of their worries. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' He was making a great impression, as he fought tooth and nail to save those holographic kids. The castle was on the verge of collapsing, and in a last ditch effort, he leapt out of the castle, knowing it might be a tough landing, especially with kids in tow, and he had sharp boomerangs and other stuff on his person. So he had to be very careful how he carried them, how he landed, but, when things got serious, he just leapt out of the castle, doing a bit of a somersault, rolling as he hit the ground, kids safe and sound. And before he had even come to a stop, he was on the move, getting those kids to their parents, or the parents of their friends. He kept giving the kids to adults nearby, hoping that they would figure out which kid goes with which parent. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl smiles and nods appraising my at Boomer, "Nice goin!" she grins, and winks at him before focusing on the remaining fires, doing her best to put them out.Thankfully these are not chemical fires or else she'd be in trouble. Meanwhile, the parents are reunited with their kids, hugging and crying as they are now safe. "Thank you, Supergirl, Captain Boomerang. You truly are heroes! Some crazy guy in an armoured suit attacked the playground! What's this world coming to, attacking helpless kids!?" Indeed, but where is he now..? 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Captain Boomerang watched as she put out the last of the fires. There wasn't a lot he could do to help in that, but they did make a good team thus far. "You did all the hard work. Few people have that kind of lung capacity." He winked at her, impressed at how she had blown it out with nought but the power of her lungs. "Armored suit?" He asked the parents, "What color was it, any identifying marks, the more you can tell us, the better prepared we'll be. Where did he go?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl smiles, "Awe, thanks! But Yknow you dud just as much work, pulling those kids out of raging flames, that's way more dangerous. I just stood back and blew." she chuckles, sometimes finding it hard to take these scenarios too seriously.But anyways, back to business. One of the parents is holding onto his kid who is still whimpering quietly in his arms. "Hmm well it was mostly green with metal purple gloves and boots. The face visor was shaded kinda, it was hard to see the face underneath. Oh, he took off that way into the traffic. I hope those people are safe, it's the middle of rush hour in downtown!" Uh oh? 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "Green, purple gloves and boots, got it, thanks, you've been a big help," Captain Boomerang said, and then, perhaps feeling a bit daring, he would try to sweep Supergirl off her feet, fully intending to run, carrying her in his arms, towards the downtown area. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl hmms and frowns, "Sounds like our gu--Heey!" she chuckles a bit as she is swept off her feet, but is perhaps quite impressed by Boomer's speed and strength. She's not a brick but her denser kryptonian make up makes her a bit heavier for her size. Anyhoo, as they rush off towards a busy downtown street, it seems something is causing a traffic jam, as cars pile up, bumper crashes are had and Dooley are yelling and pointing at each other. Oh dear, what's going on? 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Captain Boomerang, having swept Supergirl off her feet, superspeeds to a holographic recreation of downtown Metropolis in the Titan's Tower Danger Room, where there seemed to be something of a traffic jam going on. He knew she could fly, or run herself, but sweeping her off her feet somehow seemed better. "I couldn't resist," he said as he slowed, even in the heat of battle, he fancied himself a charmer. "Come on, let's see what's the source of it is," and he would carry her to the pile up, letting her down as they get there. 

:'''{{#var:158|Barry Allen (158)}} has posed:''' Standing in the street surounded by cars in the Flash, well kinda.. He has on some 'suit' that looks like someone made it for a comic con. It is all bulky, and square with a helmet that makes it a bit harder for him to see out of. He stands over one of the turned over cars. "Ha.. Ha ha! You will never stop me.. Speed Demoooon!" he hams it up a bit never getting to play the villians. While he sounded rediculas he felt it even more speaking like a monologle.. He looks down at them, then breaks character with a smile and a wave. "Sorry I am late..." he says in a stage whisper tone to Kara.. He was the last challenge to detain the Spped Demon, and though yes he was prob faster then them it was not easy to wear this getup, and he even was pushing the helmet up so it wouldn't fall down over his head so he had a few major distractions as well. So with a roar, a fake roar, he lifts his hands, though they swirl quickly as two cars he was using to block the traffic raise up, and start launching their way towards them. They weren't moving any faster then a normally thrown cars, as it took enough effort just to get them up in the air. It was a reason he didn't do this in battle but he wasn't really trying to start with something hard. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl can always fly herself but she does like his gentlemanly ways, they are rather cute! She chuckles a bit as she climbs out of his arms and peers around. "Sooo a traffic pile up? Ya think it's our guy?" She steps closer to the crowd of people who have gathered to watch...Someone, and blinks a bit. "Oh dear, who's that? That's not the armoured guy?" Okaay, this is rather embarrassing, did she not complete the program? Did someone else intercept or something? Still unexpected surprises are par for the course. So she goes along with it, trying to look serious as she studies his rather goofy costume. "Hold it right there, Speed Demon! Are you the one who caused this ruckus? I'm afraid I'm gonna have to hand you over to the proper authorities!"mage points a finger at him, as if expecting he'll actually listen to her. Shes never been a shoot first, ask questions later kind of gal. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Looking over at the Flash, Captain Boomerang raised a brow. He hadn't even heard the door to the Danger Room open, but then he thought, how does one get into the simulation once it starts? How would he and Supergirl get out? Maybe this was part of the program? This was all new to him, so he was going with the flow, as usual. "Yeah, that doesn't fit with the description," he agreed, "sounded more like the Beetle or Hardshell to me." And Captain Boomerang enjoyed this part, "mate, you may want to think up a new codename. There's already a Speed Demon. Nice guy, when he's not stealing." Yeah, Captain Boomerang had a history of friendships with some minor villains. For his part, Captain Boomerang had two boomerangs at the ready, both standard issue for now. 

:'''{{#var:158|Barry Allen (158)}} has posed:''' Flash holds his hands up "Yes. Indeed it is me... Speeeeed Demon!" he adds a little accent to it giving Boomer a 'look' as he sighs a bit, he covers his face. "Look I didn't choose it, we were having make your own superhero day at the Foundation.. All I could find in short notice." he explains. He looks at SuperGirl, and Boomer again with an.. "Ahem." and without warning his hand moves super fast, a bit of superspeed and out of no-where, well if they could follow actually inside the box over his chest he pulls it out, a tennis ball that seems to be powdered in a bring pink color. As the 'fake' cars crash around them he tosses one at Kara, to see if she is paying attention as well as talking, he also throws one to the side the walls only being so big to start it bouncing wildly. If Boomerang is good a trajectory he would know that too while a bit delayed by bounching is heading towards him. Though Flashes hands disapear in his chest box again as he continues. "Fear my.." he pauses.. No... "Tennis spheres of dooooom!" he says chewing the scenery with doom. Though he breaks character again, "Don't worry its non-stain material.. Don't get hit though as they good poof." and laughs though continues looking at Kara.. "This worked way better when you were younger." and was pulling out more balls to throw at them as he stood still infront of them. "No breaking the Flash though.. remember that Supergirl." and grins a bit as she could on accident mess him up. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl blinks at the cheesy lines and takes to the skies, doing her best to dodge and dart away from the balls. But he's not called the fastest man alive for nothing. She blinks as he hits her though fortunately she's wearing her short cut off top and it only hits bare skin. At that speed the balls could do a lot of damage, but for Kara, her impervious skin barely feels them. "Heey that tickles! But we've got to put you down!" narrowing her eyes, she unleashes a laser beam towards his feet, trying to trip him. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "What foundation?" Captain Boomerang asked, though it wasn't obvious if he meant that rhetorically. The tennis balls of doom were hard to take seriously, and this was coming from a former member of the Rogues, so that said something. He was good at doging, and even better at geometry. He would toss one of his boomerangs to intercept a ball, and had timed the throw just right so that it would come towards the hand that had thrown the ball afterwards, though if the 'Speed Demon' moved signiciantly before it reached the hand, it would continue until it went back to Boomer. He had other options, but didn't want to hurt the Flash, so he stuck to his regular boomerangs. At best, he'd give him a nasty aching hand, or wherever he hit. Mostly because it was funny, he threw one that seemed to go wildly out of control... only for it to come back towards the back of the 'Speed Demon's head. He was banking on Flash moving, or at least having the healing ability that superheroes always seemed to have. He also wasn't throwing them at full super speed, not yet anyway. 

:'''{{#var:158|Barry Allen (158)}} has posed:''' With a smile Flash looks up, "Good, get a postion higher.. Though just because you can take a hit, doesn't mean you should." he notes, though he got it was hard to dodge them all so he didn't sound disapointed only noting things that he knows he would hear. As the beams hit it does knock him off balance... with a 'whoa' making him turn around the first time to show the little pig like tail on the back of the costume that had a spade at the end. While it looked stappled on it held as he spun more in a crouch throwing out a wide array of them in different directions out so they would be an obsticale to anyone in the area. He stood up, and grined, "Good.. No-one charged in. Often people think too highly of the self sacrifice part, and." he tilts his head to the side as a boomerange bearly misses him, though it takes a small chunk out of the box mask he as wearing. "Charge in without thinking of their partner." He is moving slightly now to dodge the balls that are bouncing, but he hasn't left his spot more then what he fake stumbled a bit ago. He looks down at his feet and up, "I know you two might be new working with each other, but a more unified attack strategy is usually the best. Though I will say you can't beat experience." he adds looking at Boomer the only reason he knew that was coming back as he had fell for that trick too many times. While he speaks he makes small quick movements to just dodge the balls not moving forwards or back. "Come, and mind your spacial awareness. Which of you can tag me first..." he adds. Some could look at it as a competition now, and that was the trick. It never was, but if he made it seem like it he could see where they were at in their heads. "But overall your both doing great.. Tactically at least." he finishes as he didn't want them to think they were doing wrong because of what he said he was for positive where it fit, and leave the negative stuff to the Bats. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl blinks as she spies the tail, "Awwe Sooo cute! You supposed to be a little piggy or what?" she grins and flies a bit closer, this time using her arms to block some of the flying balls, but to also swat them back at him, using a bit of super speed to swat several back at once. "Competition, huh? So what does the winner get?" this wasn't exactly what she was expecting but it's kinda fun too. She also notes Boomer's technique. Flash is right, they've never worked together before and are just learning to work as a team. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' It was strange to be critiqued in the middle of a battle where Captain Boomerang was pulling his proverbial punches. He had a number of trick boomerangs that he had inherited from his late father, but just as many that were of his own design, and the Flash likely would be unaware of. Deciding to have a bit of fun, as he caught the boomerangs that returned, he put them away, only to throw different ones. He would throw two with one hand at the same time, an impressive feat on its own, but he could actually do that with both hands, simultaneously, so four at once if he wanted. One of the boomerangs seemed to follow the exact same trajectory as the one that had knocked the Flash's helmet... except, it did not come back. The other one had a most bizarre effect. It seemed to somehow emit a gravitational field, pulling the Flash into it, just as the balls that Supergirl had swatted back at him were coming. The other boomerang had been a pre-programmed boomerang, with a 60 second delay on smacking him in the back of the head. 

:'''{{#var:158|Barry Allen (158)}} has posed:''' Boomer might catch it, but Supergirl with the bit of super-speed she has could see what Flash does as his eyes dart, different places looking at different things thinking about the multiple ways out of this current spot at the speed of thought. He had gave a bit too many pointers, and now had Kara flying at him. Not to mention all the balls he put into the room, and the multiple boomerangs prob with tricks now as he saw them also approaching. 'Humm.." he though checking trajectories, and timing. Then a slow smile crosses his face, He is quiet as they are coming you actually making him try now other then a quick dodge or two, but with that smile he says just to the air. "And always use your head first." reaching out he grabs one of the bouncing balls that are flying by redirecting it to one of the ones appraching that Supergirl had turned around to come back at him. Because of the duston each, and the impact the resulting cloud would fill the sky. In this cover Flash actually has to bend and make a run for it, though without the mask as Kara gets just the tip of it knocking it out thankfully because of her taking the brunt of the pull the gravity so he is able to pull away and away from the point where he was standing. Standing over by the wall holding his arms up infront of him is a grinning Flash, though with his normal mask on not the boxed one over it as it is currently been gotten. He chuckles, "Okay.. This is going to be a little tougher then I thought." he says with a chuckles, he shakes his head at that looking. "Supergirl good hustle.. You made me think on that one." he looks over at Boomer. "I like the intensity, but I feel your holding back as well." he smiles a bit. "But when your ready maybe there is a good reason for that." giving him a nod not going any further. He stops looking up, "I do appologize for your final boss. I had them show me how to remove him for only this occurance, it was supposed to be a surprise... umm.. Surprise." he shrugs a bit, "I just don't want two more Batmen.. Or Women." and chuckles though continues. "So I tried something new." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl is charging towards Speed Demon, giving a triumphant yell as she continues to swat balls at him..But maybe she is getting too close now as he redirects one or two balls back in her face. "Woah!" she blinks, staggering back as she's suddenly surrounded in a blinding pink cloud. And whiles she's trying to fight that off, she finds herself pulled into the gravitational well of the boomerang, pulling her off balance and causing he4 to crash to the ground. Ow. 
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13244/Familiar Faces Among the crowds..

2021-05-22T02:21:49Z

Buffy:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2021/05/09
|Location=Club Evolution, Mutant Town
|Synopsis=Andrea Jackson makes an appearnce at Club Evolution as Kara Danvers and Owen Mercer look on.
|Cast of Characters=55,9935,1790
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Itslate afternoon/early evening, and the sun is only just starting to set. It's not yet busy enough for a sizeable crowd at Club Evo, but Kara had heard rumours that the famous starlet Andrea Jackson might be performing here soon, although she wasn't entirely sure when. It seemed to be a popular place for the mutant songstress to perform though. Dressed in a short white cut off top and denim mini skirt accentuated with knee length black boots, she is not shy about showing off her lean curves as she strides in with a smile, peering around, her feet tapping lightly to the upbeat music that plays in the background..Hmm, that dance floor looks like fun.. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Because of a scheduling mishap, Owen had thought he was working, only to find out that he wasn't needed, so rather than head home, he had hopped the subway, and found his way to Club Evolution. He wasn't wearing anything special, just an indigo t-shirt, grey-blue jeans, and a brighter blue jacket. Thanks to the gradients and shades, it wasn't that obvious he was wearing blue on blue on blue. His sneakers were brown, his strawberry blond hair gelled jut the way he liked it, and he was sitting on a lime green couch, enjoying a bottle of Heineken. The seat across from him was empty, and he was leaning back on the backrest, both arms outstretched, taking up more of the seat, but also looking very much at ease. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' There are a few posters on the bulletin board, including a few of Andrea's next performance. She peers at one, committing it to memory before heading for the dance floor, as the DJ turns up the volume. There are a few people gathering on the floor even though there are no live bands tonight. Still, Kara is quite happy to dance to the music, live or not, and she seems to have no reservations about trying out some bold moves as she dances and spins and twirls to the music, the colorful disco lights flashing off her short white baby tee and toned legs, seemingly not shy about showing off her toned body, maybe totally unaware of any leering glances sent her way. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' She was a beautiful woman, and there were guys who would leer at her hungrily. Some would dance towards her, even trying to grind against her, again, all in rhythm with the music, so it was in theory socially acceptable. But they were just random guys, immature boys really. Owen wasn't that old, only about twenty-four, if one were to discount the fact he was actually born in the far off distant future. He actually didn't know that, or at least, he had not grown up knowing it, so in his mind, he was native to this time stream. He was only a baby when he came to it. Sipping at his Heineken, he watched as one got particularly handsy. Owen reached across to the communal table, "may I?" he asked, as he reached for the bendy straw that had been left by some of the people nearby, and he would take it, bending it just right. He would also rip off part of it, so that it was balanced. A moment later, it was flying through the air as a makeshift boomerang, thrown with speed and force enough to hit the handsy guy in the face, it actually hit him smack dab in the ear, forcing him to lose his balance, and fall to the floor. Owen sipped his drink as if nothing had happened. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers doesn't seem bothered much by the leering looks. Maybe because she's not really afraid of anyone with her super strength, or maybe because she enjoys flirting, having fun..But then there's the guy who starts getting a bit too handy and her smile fades just a bit, although she's too much of a lady to just go around punching creeps across the room. "Sorry, not interested!" she's about to twirl away from him, when from somewhere, someone aims a well placed bendy straw at him with some practiced aim and force that catches her off-guard. "Woah, what the.." she peers around the room, sapphire eyes locking onto Owen's. Hmm. He seems kinda...Familiar, somehow. She smiles sweetly and waves to him. "Heey, nice shot..Wanna dance?" 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Owen wasn't trying to get an invite to a dance, but he drowned what remained of his Heineken, there wasn't much left, and set it on the table, on a coaster, before getting up. "Sure," It was simple. He moved around the table to the dance floor, beginning to dance to the music, moving his arms, legs, but it was subdued, very small movements, slow ones. He seemed to be a pretty good dancer, knowing what he could do and still look good, and never veering too far from it. "My name's Owen Mercer, what's yours?" He asked, as he danced with the blonde. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers grins and winks at him, "Thanks for chasing that creep away. Some people are such jerks! Are you new around here?" she notes the slight accent to his voice, that kinda reminds her of a certain other someone and arches a brow, "Ooh, you from Australia? Hey, nice to meet you Owen, I'm Kara!" Her movements aren't so subdued, quite happy to show off her snazzy dance moves, to take the spotlight although not particularly with the intention of stealing the show. Honestly, it's just fun! Oh, and she extends a hand to him in greeting, but given the playful sparkle in her eyes, who knows what she might do next? 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' He had an accent, as he grew up in Melbourne, Victoria, but it softening as he was still young enough to adapt to a certain degree. "Melbourne," he answered, confirming her question, since she probably wouldn't know Australia's states or territories, but would know its major cities, and Perth. "Nice to meet you Kara," he offered, though had not gotten a last name. She was a good dancer, and still garnering attention, but less so as she was dancing with a guy. He took to hand when it is offered in greeting, putting his faith, and himself, in her delicate feeling, but deceptively strong, hand. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers oohs, "Melbourne, cool! I've never been..Is it nice?" hmm...Was that other guy from there too? And that trick with the straw. "You've got quite the throwing arm..Kinda like a mini...Boomerang.." there's a brief, thoughtful look in her eyes as she says that.. And then, when he takes the offered hand, she boldly pulls him towards her, smirking as she pulls him towards her, twirling under his arm then pulls out again, rocking and swaying to the music, her movements, bold, graceful..Playful. She hasn't quite let go of his hand yet, still analyzing him with a thoughtful smile. "You've got quite a strong grip..Not a bad dancer either! You come to this club often?" 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, it's one of the most liveable cities in the world," routinely finishing in the top three alongside Vienna, Austria, and Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. His father George Harkness was also from Melbourne, probably down to sentimental value that he put Owen up for adoption in his hometown. "Where are you from, Kara?" She seemed to have a stereotypical TV accent to him, so it was hard to place her. Could be Los Angeles, could be Vancouver. Somewhere like that. He danced with her as she pulled him to and fro, enjoying the contact, playing with her. But he was letting her direct these things. He did not push or make her feel that things went too far. "First time," he admitted, it seemed nice enough. With the Metropolitan Transit Authority, it was so easy to find new places between Metropolis, New York, Gotham, and even Bludhaven. They were all within at most about two hours of each other, usually less. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers oohs, "Soo tell me more, is it warm? Do you have beaches?" she has explored some places, but not Australia, "I hear they have some pretty crazy animals there." as she speaks, Kara continues to move to the rhythm of the music, never seeming to tire or even break a sweat. She reaches out to grab his other hand and grins, pulling him in a bit closer as the music slows to a gentle ballad. "Me? I'm from Starling, BC. Nice place. Beautiful beach. Love it. But I'd like to travel more." As for the club, she arches a brow, "Oh yeah? Do you live nearby? I'm fairly new to this place myself, only been here once before, I was actually hoping to catch an Andrea Jackson performance, I hear she plays here fairly often." 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "That really depends on how you define warm. To an Australian, it's bloody cold. To anyone else, it's hotter than the sun." He exaggerated... slightly. Most of Australia was in the tropics, with the interior a desert, so it could get hot, and that was why everyone lived near the coast. "We have plenty of beaches, St. Kilda, Brighton, Port Melbourne, Kerford Road, you do know most Australians live by the coast, right? The interior's much hotter than the sun." He exaggerated again, slightly. "Starling, I hear it's beautiful up there. Probably not too different from Melbourne, just the other side of the world. I've gone skiing near there, didn't get to see too much of the city though. I'd love to explore it more." She did seem to move fast, asking him about where he lives. "Nah, I'm over in Metropolis. I just took the transit. Not as good as back home, but it gets you where you want to be." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Heading through the doors and right past security is Andrea Jackson, popstarlet and widely known mutant celebrity. Tonight she is wearing a snug pack of flexible denim jeans with tears along the thighs and a loose fitted off one shoulder sweater that says: 'Mutie Cutie' on it, her current fashion line she partnered up with. As some of the crowd raise their phones up to take pictures of her, she offers up a brief smile and a wave as she heads for the bar area to get a bottle of water from the four armed man behind it, then ambles to a table in the VIP section reserved for her to take a seat and watch. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers chuckles, "Sounds like a lovely place. Yeah, Starling has pretty mild weather too, nice sandy beaches , lush forests.." she sighs, "It's really beautiful, I love it. I'm going to Starling university, so this is a bit out of the way but I did hope to catch a glimpse of Andrea Jackson.." She is dancing casually on the dance floor to DJ music, on an early Sunday evening. The place isn't crowded yet, but it might be in another hour. "Ooh Metropolis, huh, The big city?Well, that's nice.." as the latest dance ends, she peers around and smiles, "You know, think I'll grab a coke before I head out, care to join me?" She pauses as she hears a murmuring and notices the somewhat familiar starlet making her entrance. "Oh wow, there she is!" she exclaims rather excitedly, "I wonder if she's gonna perform tonight?" yep, definitely a fan over here! 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' It was a bit disappointing to meet someone who was just visiting. He was from Australia, but lived in Metropolis now, but Kara was from Starling, and was going to university up there. But no need to dwell on how fleeting their meeting might be. Might as well enjoy whatever was to come, and see what happens. "Oh, what are you studying?" He asked, curious about it. As the latest dance ends, he walked with her towards the bar, which was getting crowded by people trying to snap photos of Andrea with their mobile phones. As is often the case, the pretty girls were getting served first by the bartender, but money talks. Owen offered up some bills, enough to suggest a sizeable tip, and the bartender leaned over to get his order, "two cokes," he was massively overpaying, but it was one way to get quick service. "Don't know, but I hope so." He didn't actually know her. He wasn't that into current music. Most of the music he listened to he caught on YouTube, so it was older stuff. A moment later he was handed two cans of Coca-Cola, and he would open one, since she might have nails, and it can be difficult to open one that way, and then hand it to Kara. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' As she sips at her water, Andrea is just taking her time in looking around the club. At times she'll pose for a picture with a fan, putting up a "V" sign of her fingers as she leans in close, or she chats up another young mutant who wanders over to her. She doesn't nudge anyone away, in fact, she practically welcomes any mutant that comes up to her. As she spies Kara and Owen, she can hear them talk about her amidst the noise and the music. Her ears perk a bit, wolf senses reaching out to snag the words. She tracks them with her dark eyes, lifting her bottle of water up in their direction with a smile as in salutations. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smiles as she heads towards the bar, smiling and waving to Andrea, "Hey, Andrea!" she calms cheerfully. As Owen buys her a drink, she arches a brow at his generosity and over tipping. "Ohh, you really don't have to, but thanks.." she only manages a few sips however, before her phone rings and she frowns at the number. "Oh..Well darn, I need to go, Heey, Owen, it was nice meeting you, here.." she scribbled her number on a napkin, handing it to him before rising and hurrying through the crowds. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Owen was surprised that Kara addressed the celebrity as if she knew her. And the woman seemed to lift her bottle of water in their direction. Was it just being pleasant to a fan, or were they friends? And then Kara's phone beeped. He didn't know what it was, but the girl was gone in a flash, but at least she gave him her number. He would quickly take a photograph of it, just in case, and then safely tuck the napkin into one of his internal jacket pockets for safe keeping. That was a number he didn't want to lose. He would raise his can of coke towards Andrea, and take another sip. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Tracking Kara's flight out of the room, Andrea looks thoughtful for a moment before she takes another sip of her bottle. Her eyes stray back towards Owen, her head tilting to one side. Did she just 'sniff' at the air briefly? It's a subtle gesture, one that is here and there in a moment before she gives a bright smile to a pink skinned girl with wild rainbow hair. She brightens and leans over to give her a hug as the girl starts to gush about her music, then leans in to take a picture with her. She spends a few minutes holding one of her hands, listening, giving a nod here and there before she signs an autograph. "It was nice meeting you, Starburst. Beautiful name. I look forward to watching you out on the dance floor." As she goes, she gives another glance towards Owen, as if studying him. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Owen, being a logical thinker, recounts what was said, what he did, what Kara did, thinking about the interactions, trying to study and analyze them. It was hard in a place as loud as this, but he was trying to make sense of everything. It was his way. Then as he looked back, he spotted another glance towards him from Andrea, in between posing for photographs, and signing autographs. She was a popular woman. If it weren't so loud, he'd have searched for a video of one of her songs on YouTube. Although a mutant themed bar, he wasn't one of them. Suddenly, he was wondering if Kara might have been. It didn't really matter to him, he was just curious. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' After a few minutes, a young man with red wings and a tanktop is seen coming out from the back of the bar. He has bright red wings and looks physically built. As he approaches the table, Andrea brightens and rises up to her feet. It's clear the young man works here by the apron that he wears. As she loops her arms around his neck, she leans in to give him a quick kiss, then engage in conversation briefly as she slides her hands into his for a squeeze. For those in the know would recognize him as Jay Guthrie, lead singer of The Blue Pirates who performs with her from time to time. A new rock band that has taken off recently. After a few minutes of talking, he heads off back once his break is over. She gives a long stretch, then takes her phone out to send off a few texts before tucking it away. Finally, she makes her way towards Owen, giving him a bright smile. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' He wasn't trying to snoop, but even in a club with many mutants, a guy with bright red wings was hard to miss, so Owen got to see a fair bit of the exchange. Later, Andrea Jackson would approach him, offering smile, but not saying anything, so he started, "Hello," with an Australian accent, and he just came out and said it, "do you know Kara," referring to the girl he had been talking to earlier, and who seemed to exchange looks with Andrea. Of course, he half expected security to separate them. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Was that her name? I was going to ask you." Andrea says once she stops in front of him. Her brows lift upwards, giving him a glance over. "You're from Australia. Melbourne area?" She asks as she gives him a grin. "I played a few shows there, can pick out that accent for miles. Your friend is named Kara? She seemed familiar to me. Can't place it, but she knew my name." 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' He imagines most people do know her name. She's a celebrity. There are posters with concert dates and such. "Unless she's terribly mistaken," he replies with a bit of sarcasm to it, as that was the name she had introduced herself as. "That's right, good ear." He said. And then, looking at him, he didn't have much on. There was the napkin, which he wasn't going to dare touch, but no paper to speak of. So as he patted himself down, he pulled out one of his boomerangs, this one wasn't weighted, or sharpened, or anything special to it. It was one of his standard boomerangs. "If it's not too much trouble, d'ya think you could sign this, to Kara?" He planned on making it a gift. It would certainly have the benefit of being unique. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Well, I know how people yell my name. Usually it's ... like a fan. But she yelled it like she knew me. There was a specific inflection in her voice." Andrea seems to know a lot about voices. She is a singer after all. When he produces a boomerage, she lets out a laugh. "Wait, that's not a thing is it? Like.. Australians walk around with Boomerangs on them?" She reaches into her purse to take out a marker, then takes the boomerang to feel the weight in her hand. She scribbles: 'To Kara, from Andrea. Smiling Increases Face Value.' <3 When she hands it back to him, she grins. "Was she wanting an autograph and got embarrassed or something? I'd totally would have talked to her. I love talking to everyone here in Bushwick. This is my people after all." 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "I just met her tonight, but it sounded like that to me." He agrees, but if Andrea doesn't seem to know Kara, well, he didn't know what to make of it. Best not to dwell. And he laughed and shook his head, "no, it's long story, but definitely not something we do back home." He was glad to take it back, and would extra careful with it, not wanting the writing to get smudged or anything. "She had a call, had to go, but I got a number, so, who knows." As for her people, well, he wasn't a mutant himself, or from Bushwick, so he just smiled politely, "thanks, I appreciate it." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "No problem. Tell her I said Hi." Andrea says with a grin as she bobs back and forth a bit on her feet, arms swinging along her sides. "Well, I'm going to get out on the dance floor and break some ankles. It was nice meeting you." She says as she calls over her shoulder, heading out to the dance floor as she puts one arm up in the air, snapping fingers as she sways on her path to cutting loose. The music is rumbling tonight and she plans on being apart of the energy. 
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13281/Does pineapple belong on pizza

2021-05-22T02:21:18Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Captain Boomerang had been on a stakeout, watching the unloading of a shipment, but hadn't really gleamed much from it. Nothing unusual happened during it, no crates were marked oddly, and he had been interrupted by Supergirl, whom he recognized from the club. On the way back to his apartment, he wondered if such things were common in the superhero business? He was still pretty new to it. But they had talked about ordering pizza. When she let him down on the balcony of his apartment, he opened the unlocked door, beginning to de-boomerang himself, since that way he could reasonably answer the door when the pizza came, although they would have to order it first. "Make yourself at home," he said as he was putting away his boomerangs in a drawer that seemed to be specially made for them, "and where do you want to order the pizza from?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers chuckles a bit as she lands on his balcony and follows after him. "Hmm.lMaybe I should have gone home and changed first. I didn't exactly bring a change of clothes you know? So.." she shrugs, peering around, and flops on the comfy sofa, "Ooh what a nice place you have. Hmm.lI have no preference really, I like all pizza!" she chuckles. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "Oh, no need to change on my account, you look great, and seeing as we both uh, know, not much need to hide it anymore, is there?" This was such a strange evening. "Just, you might want to slip into another room when the delivery person shows up, or else I'd have some very unusual questions to answer." He laughed, before he grabbed the pile of delivery menu's, each with numbers, and joined her on the couch. "I don't know about you, but I love cold pizza too, so usually I end up ordering two myself, that way there are plenty of leftovers. Maybe a New York Deli and a Tropical Hawaiian?" He suggested, "unless you're one of those people who hates pineapple on a pizza? in which case, I promise to never have it again." He was saying that as if it was a joke. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers hmms and nods, unhooking her cape and hanging it on a nearby hook. "That's a bit better. It's too bad I can't just rearrange my clothes like some people." she chuckles but shrugs. "Cold pizza? Didnt know that was a thing..But I've always liked Hawaiian myself. Still, this was your idea Soo..Surprise me?" she grins and nods, "Sounds perfect to me." 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "You haven't tried day old pizza? Pizza for breakfast is amazing." Okay, he was overselling it, but it was good. "Some people put left over pizza in the fridge, and eat it actually cold. You can reheat it in the microwave, or leave it out to get to room temperature. Other folks just leave it on the countertop and have it the next day. Doesn't last as long the second way, but it's good for the next, two even. With her approval, he would order, using his mobile phone, and then announce, "done, should be here in 42 minutes. Which means it could be here in 30, an hour, or anywhere in between." He would take off his jacket and scarf, hanging them next to Supergirl's cape. "Would you like to watch some Netflix? Have you ever seen Rake?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers peers curiously at him, a smile creeping over her lips, "Wow, you sure must love pizza. And I thought only the teenage mutant ninja turtles loved it that much!" she chuckles, "You really are a funny guy..And I'm just dying to know everything else about you.." she quirks a brow, "Rake? What's that?" 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "An Australian legal? comedy, drama, dramedy? You'll love it." And he boots up the system, pulling up the summary, which says the first episode is called 'R v Murray' with the description, 'Cleaver is presented with a case he can't resist when a world-renowned economist is accused of cannibalism.' "Honestly, it's more on the comedy aspect, with some seriousness. Kind of like Better Call Saul, but nowhere near as violent." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers oohs, "Australian television huh? That's cool. I always found Australia to be interesting, like, you must get tired of the kangaroo and boomerang jokes though!" she smirks, getting comfy on the sofa. "Go for it." 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "Oh, what would you like to know?" He leaves the screen paused, enjoying talking to her rather than talking over a show for now. "Not really, nobody has ever actually told me a joke about a boomerang throwing kangaroo. I'd love to hear it if you've got one." He settled in beside her, and he would hit play for the first episode. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers hmms, "Well, I guess I just want to know more about you, your dreams and aspirations..What compelled you, son of a super villain, to become a force for good?" she blinks and covers her mouth, "Oh wow, I'm an idiot. I guess that's probably a touchy subject for you, huh?" 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' It was, but he hid it well. Some humans, well, people, since humans and Kryptonians were so similar, facial structure and such wise, would tell from the tweak here and there, the slightly clenched teeth, but he opened it into a smile, "dreams and aspirations? Not sure I have them. Not yet. I'm just a bloke trying to get by. I mean, you know, the usual, girlfriend, wife someday, a home that isn't just an apartment, but really lived in, friends, family, a better job. I work at the local cinema." His face sort of looked weird as he tried to think of how to describe it. "I'm officially a crew member, but they pay me better, and ask me to do way more things, except I don't get the title, so I'm not sure exactly what my job is. Same question back at ya." And he tried to put an arm around her, seeing how she would react. He was fearless in that though. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers chuckles, "Really? You seem so..So down to earth and practical. But your average guy doesn't just go out and decide to be a hero. And honestly, it's hard. Heck, when I first started, I was a total mess. Believe me, Superman makes it look sooo easy. And when everything you touch or knock or bump too hard can turn dust, you have to be extra careful. Guess that whole power with responsibility thing says a lot.." She sighs, leaning in a little to him, enjoying his nearness perhaps, and not the least bit bothered by his arm around her shoulders. "It's sounds like the perfect life.." she smiles, "I work at a media company, mostly I'm an assistant to this really stuck up bossy devil wears leads type boss, but, it pays well...And sometimes she has surprisingly insightful advice. One day I'd like to be a journalist, write stories for her magazine. I love writing." She smiles, "Movie theatre huh? That's gotta be exciting! Ooh, I'll bet you get to see lots of good movies for free, huh.." 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "Pretty much, but these days, if you know where to look, you can find almost anything for free online." And then he added, "not that I would ever do that," his father was a criminal, maybe he wasn't entirely pure. "We live in a hectic enough life, it's kind of nice to have some normalcy. And for the record, I'm above average." He winks, seems to have some of his father's cockiness too, just not as much. "So, if you were to give me a hug, would I have to worry about being crushed? What about a kiss? Would that hurt my lips? Maybe something simple, a handshake? Am I going to need to ice my wrist after it?" He was playing of course, but also curious about how much control she had. She seemed to be perfect to him, but she would know better. "What kind of a journalist? Investigative reporter? Columnist? Business? Sports? Lifestyle? Gossip?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers hmmms , "When I first decided to become a superhero, I had already been in hiding for several years. It took me a long while to get a handle on my powers but I was raised in a farm away from people. So I got to learn and make mistakes in a wide open area that allowed room for error.." She chuckles, leaning into him a little, a playful smile on her lips, "I assure you, you're safe. I can control my powers, even if I'm not as experienced as Superman.." as for her job, she shrugs, "I guess I'd love to write investigative studies, I'm still in college too and this is an Internship so nothing is stutter in stone yet..How about you, got any future plans? you know, besides what you;just told me?" 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "A farm huh. I grew up in a city, but in Australia, farmland isn't hard to find. All the big cities are along the coast, even Perth," that was the second time tonight that he had singled out Perth with a slight jab. "So, it's city, farmland, desert. Not much to do in the interior. They tell me it's not as hot as the sun, but I'm not sure their instruments are accurate enough to make the distinction." He leaned into her in reply as she leaned into him, enjoying that playful smile on her lips. He was about to kiss her and try it out, but she had to explain he was safe, before going onto talking about her studies. He opened his mouth, "well," and then there was a knock at the door, "pizza's here. You may want to slip into the other room," and he got up, heading towards the door, getting his wallet ready. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers oohs, "That does it then, we gotta go visit Australia soon..!" she smiles almost expectantly then, but then he pulls away and pizza's here. "Ooh it's okay.." she's not much for hiding and decides to sink down in her seat a bit instead. Without the cape and without seeing head on, she should be fine.."Mmm smells good!" 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' With the angle, the pizza guy might have seen the red skirt, blue top, and 'S' on her chest, but with her sticking around, Owen tried not to open the door entirely, leaving it partially closed, and his body in place to protect her from being noticed. Which was easier said than done, with how noticeable Kara was. He would pay for the food, exchanging the merest of pleasantries, and close the door again. He seemed to give a 20% tip. A moment later, he set the pizza boxes on the coffee table, and would grab two plates, as well as napkins. "Fine by me. It's a big country though. Might take a while to explore it all." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers does her best to hug her arms, covering the S on her chest. When the food is ready, she leans over the table, reaching for a plate and a slice-or two, "Thanks! how much do I owe you?" she shrugs, "It's okay, I have all the time in the world and I Love exploring. It'll be fun! One day.." she smiles as she works on her pizza. "And thanks for inviting me over. It's been a really random day!" 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "You don't owe me anything, but a third date would be nice," wait, was this their first, or their second date? Moving along, "this one's the New York Deli pizza, and this is the Ham and Pineappe. So, would you fly there by yourself, or on a plane. And how long would it take you to get there if you were like, carrying me." He liked being in her arms, he just wasn't sure that it'd be comfortable to spend hours doing that at a jet speed. Those winds would probably be something fierce. "It has been one, but I think it's been a good one." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers chuckles, "Waaait, isn't this like, a first date? Is it even a date?" she hadn't yet decided but she enjoyed his company, and was having fun. He was fun, and easy on the eyes and a real,gentleman. Those were definitely bonuses in her book. "Hmm, Well...I could get us there in a few minutes, but to get there safely might take longer.." she sighs, "I suppose a plane would be more comfy.." 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "Okay, then a second date," he just wanted to be able to see her again, "or a first one, if you decide that this isn't a date. Whatever it is, I'm glad to be here. "Then we might need to save up, unless of course you're like a secret millionaire, since transpacific flights don't come cheap. And a movie theater employee's salary doesn't go a long way towards that." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers chuckles and waves a dismissive hand, "Details, details! I'm just happy to spend time with you! Whatever you call this, I'm not really keeping count." she shrugs and smiles, taking another slice of pizza. "Oh no, I'm no millionaire, Soo yeah, some day. I mean,no hurry right? Orr, aim a bit lower?" she sighs, "Too bad we can't just port there, huh." 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "Not one of my powers. I have short bursts of speed and I can throw things well. Not sure if that second one is a power or not. I mean, my dad had great hand eye coordination, but I think his was just taught." Either way, he needed more pizza, taking a slice of ham and pineapple after his last was New York deli. "Okay then, this is officially our twelfth date," he suggests, joking since she's not keeping track. "The twelfth date is the pizza date, right?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers chuckles, "Twelfth date huh? That's just totally confusing! And here I thought we were just managing our first. You're a funny guy, Owen.." she smiles, "Are all Aussies as interesting as you?"realky she's starting to winder if they're all obsessed wuth boomerangs and kangaroos though! 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "Yes, yes they are." He says that very dryly, as if there were no sarcasm in his voice, which is what made it so funny. He didn't say another word on the matter, moving on. "Nah, I'm not obsessed with kangaroos. And boomerangs are just work friends. I can quit at any time. It's not like I have one hidden behind my toilet, another one in the cookie jar, a whole drawer full of them, specially made clothes to fit them, or anything like that. I can quit when I want to. I just? don't, not yet." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers chuckles some more, finding him terribly amusing. "Ohh, you're hilarious. I mean, you consider your boomerangs like work pals or something?" she smirks and then suddenly reaches forward to tickle him, "Heey, are you ticklish? Bet you are!" she grins impishly. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' He wasn't that ticklish, but did love that she was reaching out to try. He would squirm, leaving openings for her to reach under his armpits, at his sides, his chest, legs, wherever she wanted to run her fingers, testing for ticklish areas. He was laughing and squirming along the way, "hey, stop, no, not the tickle monster," he protested, but by the inflection in his voice, it was clear he was enjoying it, and then, "wait, haha, are you," and he tried to tickle her back, seeing how she liked it, and if she had any sensitive areas. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers is rather a bit more ticklish surprisingly. She may have a tough skin but she also has keen senses, even tactile. She giggles a bit, curling on the sofa. "Ooh heey! Stop that!" She smirks, attempting to roll on top of him and pin him down, though not putting a lot of muscle into it. No need to strangle him right? "Youre a fun loving type, aren't you?" she smirks, "Or are all Aussies this playful and keep boomerangs as buddies? I'll bet you name em all too huh." 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' He was laughing and enjoying tickling her, as much as she seemed to enjoy being tickled. But she wasn't ready to give up without a fight, shifting, and rolling on top of him, and pinning him down. He looked up at her, her hair framing his face as it spilled over on both sides. "Takes one to know one?" He offered up, before adding, "nah, in fact, most Australian women don't like Australian men. We've got a reputation for being a bit old fashioned." As for his boomerangs, "not really, though I might start, Kara being one, Supergirl another..." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers arches a curious brow, pulling back a bit. "Ooh sorry.," she may have been acting too forward? And she is a lady afterall. Not that she pulls back all the way kind..She still enjoys flirting and teasing afterall! "Hey, nothing wrong with being old fashioned. I think Australia must be a nice place if people there are as gentlemanly as you, I mean, girls totally dig guys with a bedside manner, or at least this one does!" She smiles and winks, "So tell me more about Australia, about your..culture, about you! Do they all have snazzy hair like this?" she gestures to his bright hair, reaching out to playfully miss it up. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' And when she pulls back, he pushes forward? Whatever the opposite is. He tries to get her back to where she was, having enjoyed every moment of it thoroughly, though not forcing anything, just trying to guide her back to where she was, if she's willing, "Oh, I meant old fashioned in terms of the male/female dynamic, you know, the man provides for the family, while the woman raises the family. They're gentlemanly, but can be a bit sexist, by modern standards. Men rise from their seat when a woman enters or leaves the room, they open doors for them, the whole chivalry thing is still big, but... they also expect women to do the cooking, cleaning. So, chauvinist too." And then she was playing with his hair, which was surprisingly soft for a human. And thick. He had to thin it out all the time. "Not that different than America, Canada, Britain, we're all really one culture with minor differences here and there." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smirks, "Ooh, you want more?" tickles that is! Well, maybe. Still, she listens curiously as she playfully massages his hair, quite fascinated by his colourful ginger locks, not twisting as he pulls her closer. "Ooh, that dies sound kinda backwards. I mean in the one hand, being chivalrous is a good thing but..On the other, aren't women enlisted enough by now to become more self sufficient than that?" Kara peers at him more intently now. "Soo what do you think about all of that?" 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "That's the contradiction. Most women, from what I've heard, want men to act like they used to, putting them up on a peddlestool, doing things for them, helping them, there when they need them, but they don't want to do anything in return. They want to eat their cake and have it too. Now, if you treat a woman the same as you'd treat a man, you can get a reprimand. I got one once from a boss. I was working the cash register, had a big queue, and this woman, taller than me, older than me, and bigger than me, came from one end of the store to the other, wanting me to ignore the customers, so I could go climb a ladder and bring down a bedding set, which weighs like what, 10, 15 pounds? I politely said no, explaining I was busy, and that she'd have to do her job herself, or wait. The next day, I get a talking down by my boss." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers hmns, "I think it's a give and take. I mean, on the one hand I think it's nice when men open doors for women or help them with their groceries. But that dies by mean they should have to raise kids and rely on the man for work you know?" She frowns, thinking that over, "Of course, I'll hold open doors for anyone, and if anyone is struggling with bags I'll help them. That woman could have waited for you or got em herself though, sounds like she just wanted to take advantage.." 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, I agree, on all counts. But you asked. And she could have. My boss, who was a woman, gave me a talking down. A few hours later, one of my other bosses, under the one who gave me the talking to, asked me what went on, and he was a guy. Some people just like to take advantage and get upset when they can't force what they want. If there hadn't been a queue, and they weren't against people going into other people's tills, I'd have done it, or switched with her, but it wasn't appropriate. Anyway, that's retail." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods and sighs, "Gee, sounds like a lot if hard work, dealing with difficult people like that. But I'm sure you get to talk to lots of great people too, right?" she smiles brightly, tilting her head at him before reaching over for another slice of pizza. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "Yeah," and he was done talking about the horrors of retail, instead wanting to live in her positive world, where everyone is nice, and there is good in the world. He looks up as she holds a piece of pizza above him, and teases her, trying to take a bite out of her slice, if she'll let him. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers oohs, "I'll bet you get to see all the new movies before everyone else right?" she continues brightly, "I think that would be soo much fun!" as she speaks, she playfully dangles the slice just out of reach, but temptingly close. "Ive always found movies are the best way to learn about. earth culture, although sometimes it seems that people act a bit too perfectly and predictably compared to the real world." 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' He bites out at it, playfully, not snapping. He was hungry, and the pizza was great, but so far, he hasn't gotten to taste this slice. "Yeah, we get to preview them, sometimes really early, others times shorter notice. You could come and watch if you wanted. We have to make sure there are no issues with the movie before the public see it too. "And, you know, if you wanted, there's a lot of old movies and shows on streaming service. We could make it a regular thing. They call it Netflix and chill, even if it's Disney+, Hulu, or any of the others." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smiles and nods, "I'd like that. Maybe we could go together, you know, on a second date? Or is it third or fourth by now?" She smiles, lowering the pizza slowly into his mouth. "You're pretty sneaky tha way.." 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' He smiled up at her, "I thought we had already decided that this was the twelfth date," he teased, being rather confused himself. Was their first meeting at Club Evolution a date? Was this a date? This certainly felt like a date, or maybe it was more. He wasn't sure. And while he was thinking about it, she lowered the pizza towards his mouth, and he took a bite, chewing and swallowing it, before looking up at her with a twinkle in his eye. "Oh, haven't I told you? My name is Owen Mercer, and I'm an Aussie Ninja." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smirks, pulling the pizza away again, taking another bite, "Ooh you're a tease." and so is she, threatening to eat the rest of it. "Mmmmm I just loooove pineapple. Earth has such tasty fruit." She chuckles some more at the Aussie ninja but, sitting back upright. "Soo as a ninja, I probably don't have to tell you my identity is secret and all..I mean, it's kinda been tricky keeping it on the low..I probably should have played along, mot sure why I revealed my secret to you..But I think I can trust you, you know?" 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' He was still lying on his back, on the couch, with her now sitting up as she straddled him. He would fold his hands behind his head, looking quite comfortable right now. "Have you tried Jungle Juice? It's equal parts Passion Fruit Juice, Guava Nectar, and Orange Juice. I may be addicted to it. It's so good." Getting serious now, "I tell you what, I'll keep yours, if you keep mine, and... I get another bite of that pizza. Deal?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers ooohs, "Woow, that sounds divine! Can you make it right now?" she is Soo mean and finishes up the rest of the pizza before reaching for another, brushing his lips playfully with it. "Here, still hungry?" she smiles. "Of course, my lips are sealed, although I'd love to learn more about the Outsiders.." 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "I could, but then I'd have to get up, and right now, I have a superhero sitting on my lap. This doesn't happen every day, and I really don't want it to end." He takes a bite of the pizza brought to him, "mmmhmm," he mumbles being still hungry, "but since you asked so nicely, I guess I can get up. If you'll let me. Just, save my place, will ya?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers chuckles, shaking her head as she lets him finish the slice of pizza. "You know that drink sound delicious, and it's Too tempting but.." she reaches out, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling his face a bit closer to her's, "Just for a little can we stay here like this? It's kinda nice.." 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' The drink did sound delicious, but he was enjoying her far more than any juice. With her hands wrapping around his neck, his own slid down to wrap around her lower back, where her blue uniform top met her red skirt. "I could stay like this for a lot." And then he leaned up, just a little trying to bring his lips to hers. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers chuckles, maybe a bit nervous, but not one to back down from a challenge. "Ooh, is that so?" the pizza is forgotten for the moment, the juice too. Those can wait, as she gets a bit more comfy, reaching up to cup his face with her hands, then leans down a bit closer, eyes closed as she meets his lips with a soft kiss of her own. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' One hand moved up her back, dancing against her uniform top, feeling the tiny little bumps in the fabric, as it was textured, though you only got to notice that when up close, like he was now. It eventually reached her hair, and he stroked it, while below, his lips pressed against hers. His eyes fluttered close, a he lost himself in the moment. When it was finally broken, he looked up at her, "is it possible to love someone in a few hours," as they were on their first, or second date, it was hard to tell, and yet, their time together, at the club, here, it somehow felt like far more time had passed. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers keeps her eyes closed, rather enjoying his nearness, his touch as her hands gently stroke his face, his hair, memorizing his scent, the shape of his nose and lips as she continues to kiss him a bit more exploratory. She doesn't quite know him well enough for a truly passionate kiss yet, but.. That comment causes her to blink a few times, a bit nervously perhaps as she pulls away a little. "Wait, what? Are you serious?" really, how does one take such a bold statement? She's a bit..Well, confused, surprised maybe. "I mean..Love at first sight, that's just a fairytale, isn't it?" Kara gives another nervous laugh. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Yeah, he may have ruined things. He could sense it. It was bold. But it was also honest. He doubled down. "I thought that too, right up until a few days ago. Life can be funny that way, can't it?" She certainly looked nervous and confused. He wouldn't be surprised if she pulled away, getting off of him. He didn't want that, but it may well happen. It seemed she was in the process, having pulled away a little, but not entirely. His hands would slip away from her hair and torso, moving to brush against either side of her, which right now meant her thighs. "Although, Tangled is my favorite Disney fairytale. What's yours?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' He may have..Or maybe not. who knows? She smiles still, pulling back a bit but not letting go, although her hands slide down to his shoulders now. "Hmm, I dunno, I guess..Well. I've been in a relationship before, just once." Kara sighs a bit, looking away, "I thought that was a fairytale romance too, only, maybe I rushed things. It...Didn't work out, it was a pretty complicated story but... I haven't seen him in over a year and I wish him well, I guess we just grew apart. But, those memories remain, you know?" Looking back at him, her smile is a little sad, "I always liked fairytales, I still believe in happy endings. Just don't want to rush things is all. I really like you, Owen Mercer. I think you're a great guy and you're funny and a good kisser. Just..Let's take things slow?" 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' She pulled back further, which wasn't good news for Owen, though his hands slid down to reach his shoulders, so it wasn't a complete failure. "Only once?" He asked, curious, but also understanding. One former relationship. That ought to make her a bit skittish about them. "You rushed it?" he repeated, thinking about that, even more reason for her to be wary. "Yeah, memories are important. Focus on the good parts, and forget about the bad ones." It nearly broke his heart as she offered that sad smile. "Of course, Kara... Supergirl. We'll take it slow. Secret identities on the first... or second... date, we'll save you getting to wear one of my shirts until like the eighth or ninth, although we did seem to settle on this being the twelfth, so my maths might be wrong." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods and sighs, "Yeaaah, I guess we rushed it, maybe I just wasn't ready, a few different reasons." she shrugs, giving his shoulders a squeeze, leaning in a little, just to show him she's not going anywhere, "Its okay, I guess I learned a bit from it and I want to do things better this time around..I hope you're not disappointed?" 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' The squeeze of his shoulders felt good. He was a little worried she might be going away, withdrawing, and sort of recoiling from what had happened up to this point. It reassured him. "That's what experiences are for. You either learn from them, or you repeat them until you do. But... so long as you're still interested in," he gestured with his hand, her and him, pointing to both in turn, "this, I'm not disappointed. Good things come to those who wait." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers hmmm and nods, "Well that's a relief. I mean, I didn't exactly want to scare you away either..Although I am curious, so guess I'm fairly new at relationships, but what about you, if I may ask? You seem a bit older and wiser than me, hope Im not too..inexperienced for you." she chuckles, shaking her head. "Sorry, maybe that's just a weird thing to say..Let's just see where the night takes us?" 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "Oh, I don't think there's any chance of that. Unless you plan on heat visioning my butt for leaving the toilet seat up," he joked, not actually knowing if Supergirl had heat vision, but he had heard that Superman did, so it was an educated guess. When she asks about his past relationship experience, he pointedly remarks, "remember, I grew up in Australia, and Australian girls don't like Australian guys." He laughed a bit, "honestly, no real... long ones. Just hadn't met the right girl." Was his past tense deliberate, or accidental? 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers chuckles and shakes her head, "Come on, I'm not that violent, unless you know, you throw a kryptonite boomerang at me or something!" She grins, still straddling him, getting more comfy as she massages his shoulders and the back if his neck, pondering. "Soo..If we did get married one day, you wouldn't, yknow, expect me to cook and clean and have babies while you went off to work? Would you? I mean, like I said, chivalry is all nice and Welk, but there are limits.," 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' He was very comfortable with her straddling him and working on his shoulders and back of his neck with her fingers. He kept his hand near her thighs, not yet going to her back as before. He was letting her set the pace; see how far she wanted to go. He was happy to take things slow... and then she talks about marriage and babies. He smiled broadly, doing his best not to giggle at the pacing whiplash, "if we got married, it might be nice to have a son or daughter, but I'm sure we could share the chores, and the work, wherever we are in our careers. I mean, I'm a jet setting movie theatre employee, while all you're working on is a rinky dink little journalism career." He was of course being sarcastic there. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers giggles, but tries to focus on gentle massaging a, "Oh you! I guess it's waaay too early to be even going there's. So let's just take it a day at a time, hmm? Although I'm dying to see you in your cinema uniform. I'll bet you look totally cute!" she grins, leaning in to give him a much fuller kiss this time, her lips pressed more firmly against his. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "I'm game if you are," he laughs, but was that to going there, taking it one day at a time, or showing off his uniform. He gave her a wry grin, which only made it more confusing, though that grin was soon replaced by the fullness of her lips being pressed against his, an act that he eagerly reciprocated. And with that encouragement, the hands that had rested against her thighs, which were on either side of him, slid up and over her skirt to hug her, wrapping around her waist. 
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13287/Karaoke at The Club

2021-05-22T02:20:16Z

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|Location=Club Evolution, Mutant Town
|Synopsis=Kara, Owen, Andrea and Nevada enjoy a Karaoke number at club Evo
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' It's early evening and a weekend night at that. And you know what that means! Party time at the club! Tonight they're doing a Karaoke number as people gather at the tables to dine along to improv singing. It's fairly crowded at that, so finding a seat will be tricky, but Kara was determined to look for Andrea again, maybe thank her for the autograph. She's wearing a short white cut off top, blue denim mini skirt and a red headband, maybe vaguely echoing one of her costume variants, but with no S shield or gloves, black knee high boots instead of red. She's currently sitting at a table near the stage, having claimed it early on as she waits for Owen to join her, whom she had texted to come join her. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Having received a text message asking him to join her, Owen would show up a little later, wearing his civilian clothes, but that was pretty much his standard attire. His costume had some superhero leanings, but was pretty easy to hide. And even when out and about, he always at least had a few boomerangs on him, usually his retractable ones, as they were far more convenient. He wore a blue jacket with white accents. It said 'Melbourne Victory' over the right breast, with the club's insignia. It was his favorite soccer team back home. Under that, he had a white v-neck t-shirt, and blue jeans on below. He would first head to the bar, getting two drinks, before finding Kara at a table near the stage. Setting the drinks down on coasters, he would give her a quick peck, and then take his seat, "been waiting long?" He asked. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' It's a weekend and with Jay working the club, Andrea is sure to be found lurking around with her twin brother. The pair of lycans are yin and yang in many ways, though one look at them could easily tell they are related. The popstar is currently making her way on to the stage, putting her hand upwards to wave to the crowd that roars at the sight of her. Tonight she is wearing a pair of tight leather pants and a top that cuts off just below her breats with the word: MUTANT across it in bold red letters. The scars along her stomach are revealed as well, twisted and wrapped around towards her back. It seems she is in a mood tonight. A bit of pent up energy in need of being released. "Whaddup Mutant Town!? You ready to turn this weekend up? I want you on your feet! I want to hear you stomping. I want this roof set on fire!" As the music hits and the lights pour along the stage, she begins to move like a wolf along the stage, her dance moves purposeful and timed as she swipes the mic off the stand as she strides past it. The song is a familiar one from her first album, Backstabber. This one was a hit in the clubs overseas with how fast the beat hits and the lyrics that sing. "Baby, now and then! I think about me now and who I could've been! And then I pictcure all the perfect that we lived, Till' I cut the stings on your tiny violin!" "My minds got a m-m-mind of it's own right now! And it makes me hate me! I'll explode like a dynamite if I can't decide, baby!" The chorus hits, her voice roaring as she double clutches the microphone, bobbing on her knees as she sways back and forth along with the crowd. "My head! My heart! They're torturing me, yeah! Lost my mind in your arms, I go to extremes, yeah! When angels tell me to run and monsters call it love, Oh! My heart and my heart are caught in between, yeah!" The crowd knows the lyrics as they sing along with her as she points her microphone out towards them for the next stanza. The lights behind her ripple to cause her shadow to loom large behind her on the wall. It's a whole 'thing' that they set up for tonight. Just a bit of fun to wake the neighborhood up. 

:'''{{#var:9627|Nevada (9627)}} has posed:''' One would think the twin brother of a pop star would be... more. More recognizable, more in the media, more well-dressed outside of jeans gone 'trendy' in the old-fashion way of too many years of use and a monochrome black over white unbuttoned-over-tee combo. But Nevada is none of those things and has even been missing from Andrea's Instagram for nearly half a year and unseen in these parts until today. Not that anyone pays him mind. The young man is sitting in one of the booths not far from the stage with his table laden with baskets of food from cheese-covered fries to wings to a double patty hamburger. He's been eating them all steadily but neatly by himself, though he looks like he'd border on the scrawny side if it wasn't for that sheer caloric intake. He's tapping a foot along to his sister's beat with a calm, contented grin on his face when he's not taking a drink of water. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers had gone ahead and ordered some finger food herself, a basket of sweet potatoes fries, chess tricks and a nacho cheese platter. She is waiting for Owen to join her before digging in. When he arrives, she smiles, tilting her head up to accept the kiss no matter how brief, shuffling in the booth and tugging him to join her. "Hey! You brought drinks..Thanks!" She reaches for a cheese stick before nodding to the stage as the light turn down low for the main attraction, "I'd say you're just in time,..Woow, isn't she amazing!" she waves to the starlet, adding her own enthusiastic cheer to the chorus of voices around them. "Wooo, Andrea! You're Soo awesome!" she screams at her with a grin.. And then she's singing and dancing and Kara sits back, sipping her drink as she listens, swaying to the beat, taking a few sips of her coke..She hasn't yet noticed Nevada.. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Owen wasn't as much of a fan of Andrea's music as Kara, but he enjoyed it. Mostly though, he enjoyed Kara's company, and the food. How did he keep so trim with his appetite? He would steal a cheese stick, and then some nachos, and the fries, although he insisted on calling them chips, being an Australian. "Yeah, she's something special, though not as special as a certain someone. You look great by the way." He would wash some of the food down with his own drink, before going for some more nachos. "Evil, just evil. The salt in the nachos makes me thirsty, so I drink more, but then I want more nachos. A vicious cycle." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' When the song comes to an end in a shower of strobe lights, Andrea takes a moment to breathe as she lifts her hand upwards, reveling in the cheering of the crowd. She gives a glance towards the bar to steal a look at a certain red winged dishwasher, giving him a wink before she strides along the stage upon her expensive bright white sneakers. The beat continues to rumble through the speakers as a single spotlight hits her, then follows her along the stage. She is flanked by a trio of backup dancers who are dressed in bright and colorful items that are designed to make the light shine and sparkle off them. For those who may be familiar with the old Disney 'villain' TV series, they may recognize this song from the series known as The Descendants. Rotten To The Core. The song is designed to be heavy, fast paced with amusing lyrics of how to be a 'bad kid'. She performed it a few times with a cast of actors back when she worked for the mouse. As the four on stage move in unison in quick paced dance moves, their feet stomp heavily, though they appear light footed. Though each of them has a singing part, it's clear that the popstarlet has the lead vocals during the chorus. It's near the end of the song is where the dancing really kicks in as they move in perfect synch, fast and in a way that would leave people exhausted just watching it. the loud bass of the song pounds through the speakers through their dance routine until it ends with a heavy 'thud'. "Thanks guys!" She calls out to the applause. "I hope you have a great time tonight. If anyone takes on one of my songs and impresses the crowd, I'll pay the tab for you and your friends!" A bit of a gauntlet thrown down to the crowd in good fun as she makes her way off the stage, waving as she goes. 

:'''{{#var:9627|Nevada (9627)}} has posed:''' The song choice has Nevada rolling his eyes, though his expressions are nothing but affectionate and have that impression of familiar suggestion that he's teased her about it before. Here and there his eyes will rove around the crowd towards the groups screaming out their excitement. His eyes briefly pause on the arrangement of Kara and Owen with a half-quirked grin of recognition for the former, but he doesn't get up to disturb them or try bellowing to get attention. One would leave his food unguarded. The other is likely a lost cause with the volume, not to mention distracting. So he just crams a large bite of the burger in his mouth and leans back to listen to Andrea finish her brief show. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers continues to munch on nachos herself as she taps her foot to the beat, grinning and cheering every so often at high points in the performance. She's not really into those villainous type stories but the music has a good beat. Owen is given a slight smile and playful nudge as he flatters her, "Oh you, you're too sweet!" she chuckles and shrugs, continuing to watch the performance, cheering and clapping as Andrea and her entourage head off the stage. "Woow, that was sooo amazing, I need to come here more often." Her gaze does drift across the crowds for a moment, spying maybe a familiar face, and Kara smiles and waves at Nev as she recognizes him. "Oh hey, her brother's here too.."' 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Not being familiar with the Descendants, the music comes across as fresh and new to Owen. "Oh, that's just the Coca-Cola. Drink enough of it, and it seeps into the skin. I really should cut back, or else I'm going to start sweating sugar out of my pores." He claps when appropriate, cheering, but not as heartedly as Kara. "Brother huh? Does he sing too?"He would look in the direct Kara was, trying to figure out who was Andrea's brother. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Once she hops off the steps of the stage, Andrea makes her way towards Nevada's table and slinks down next to him, reaching out to steal a cheese stick and dips it into some ranch dressing. She leans in and bumps his shoulder a bit playfully, then reaches for her phone he was guarding for her. "So, what's the damage up to? Three hundred bucks of food?" She asks her black hole of a brother when it comes to calories. She scoots in close and leans in, holding the phone up to take a selfie of them, then goes about posting it on her Instagram. "You going to go dancing or are you waiting for your girrrrrlfriend?" 

:'''{{#var:9627|Nevada (9627)}} has posed:''' A cheese fry is raised to Kara in salute from Nevada's booth along with a wide and friendly grin. Snack-and-song fans unite! The cause of the evening's celebration is then returning to the booth and he pulls an indignant face at her question. "Pah, really, do I look like I have expensive tastes to you? Besides, you can get a lot more for your money ordering loaded fries instead of filet minion. Which, fun fact, is probably the most flavorless of the main cuts. You're paying for the tenderness and the name, not actual flavor. Anyone who orders those thinking they're getting the best is an uneducated moron." "Aaaaannndd neither? I'm just here hanging with my sister and enjoying my favorite bar food. I didn't mind skipping the cold in Arizona, but I do miss big city garbage food." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers chuckles at Owen, "Ohh, you're so funny! It'll be ok day, just need to go take a long walk later, burn off all that excess energy!" she smiles as she takes another handful of fries before peering back at the stage. Andrea is gone but that challenge is up on the table. "Hmm. should I try? Not much of a singer though.." But it looks like Andrea has joined Nev, and she'd like to pay her a visit but maybe they should give her time to relax a bit first? "Dunno, I only met him once briefly. Nice guy, don't really see the resemblance but.." 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "I don't think you burn too many calories walking, but how about a nice moonlit jog? Is the moon out tonight? How about a street light lit jog?" Patting his stomach, which was actually washboard like, "flabby as I am, I doubt I'd last a week in a South American war," repeating a line he had heard somewhere or other, "Oh, definitely. You can do it Kara. I believe in you. I'll even go up there with you if you want. I'll make you look good by comparison." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' There is a loud snort from Andrea as she props her chin up in the palm of her hand. "You're a nerd. Why you gotta hate on a good steak for?" She waves the cheese stick with the other hand, then takes a bite of it. "I'm just glad that you're back, just in time to help me move into our new home. Now you'll have a proper bedroom and Jay and I can have our basement studio for the band. Wait until I show it to you tomorrow. It's huge and a tenth of the price of the condo. Way less busy. Lots of trees." As she glances off in the direction of his snack salute, she spies Kara and Owen, humming to herself. "You recognize her? She smelled familiar the other day." She says as she wrinkles her nose up. "Don't make a comment on that, it's a wolf thing." She says with an amused look to him. "That guy had me autograph a boomerang to give to her." 

:'''{{#var:9627|Nevada (9627)}} has posed:''' "You only think it's good because the media told you. Not that it's shit, just not worth the price." Nevada tuts as he takes another bite of his burger. "New place, huh? Oh yeah, you did mention that. Bit of a longer hike for me to, uh, tend to work but that's what Uber's for if I'm feeling lazy. Okay, that's maybe a bit classless given my work, but you get what I mean." Mention of recognition has him arching a brow. "...course, I met her with you, actually. You were signing autographs. You were also fangirling your eyes out because it was an epic day for you. You clearly are not sleeping enough, sis." He gives her a quick wink before he's getting out of his seat. "Be back, gotta hit the 'room." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smirks at Owen, "Midnight jog might be fun, but now I'm super pumped! Let's do this!" she grins, taking his hand and tugging him to her feet, "But you'd better not leave me up there alone! Here we go!"she's making for the stage, stretching her arms as she wait for the microphone to be handed her. But of course, Kara had signed up ahead of time, eager to sing to one of Andrea's songs, eager to impress her, even if she's not herself a trained singer or super talented really. Now, to find a suitable song.. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' What did Owen just volunteer for? He was suddenly starting to regret it. She called his bluff and tugged him up to his feet, soon to be on stage. "Oh, we're doing this now?" He asked with a laugh, unfortunately, he didn't know any of Andrea's songs, so he was hoping that there would be like a karaoke selection. Even before they got to the front, he would suggest, "do you think they have anything by Taio Cruz, Justice Crew, or maybe Savage Garden?" 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' As she bobs her head to the music in between acts, Andrea takes a bite of her cheesestick. She squints her eyes at Nevada, then looks back towards Kara and Owen. Her brows scrunch upwards. "Of course I don't sleep, I /work/ for a living. I can't just eat junkfood all day and crash on my siblings couch and talk to ghosts when I'm bored." She continues to study Kara from the distance, propping her chin up again. She narrows one eye, then glances over towards Nevada. "Waaaait.. is that.. 'SuperGirl'?" She mouths to him. 

:'''{{#var:9627|Nevada (9627)}} has posed:''' "Yeah yeah, sorry my celestially-mandated job doesn't get me a 401K and benefits." Teases Nevada as he shimmies out of the booth. The only form of confirmation or denial Nevada gives his sister on his way to the bathroom is a supremely unhelpful flourish of a cheese fry as he walks away. Was it a yes? A no? An only on Tuesdays while signing t-shirts for tourists in Time Square? In his defense, one never knows when villainous lip readers may be on the prowl. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers grins and winks to Owen, "Don't worry, we got this, let's give em a show!" her confidence is larger than whatever talent she's got, but maybe that's enough as she strides on stage, taking Owen's hand and giving a little twirl before letting go. The echoed background tune of four minutes starts to play as Kara strides around on stage, grasping one of the mic's to this duo song.. ~I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll Well, don't waste time Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll, mmm I want somebody to speed it up for me Then take it down slow There's enough room for both..~ 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Owen grabs the other microphone, looking very much out of his depth here. Not quite a deer in headlights, but nervous as all hell. This was the kind of thing your mates dare you to do when drunk, but he was far too sober for that kind of confidence. Grabbing another microphone, he moves about the stage, not quite a coordinated as Kara, but no slouch himself. He would sing the male parts, looking to the prompter for the lyrics, but try his best, and... he actually had a damn good singing voice. He's been holding out on us. ~Well, I can handle that You just gotta show me where it's at Are you ready to go? (Are you ready to go?) (freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky come on) If you want it You already got it If you thought it It better be what you want, uh (freaky, freaky) If you feel it It must be real just Say the word and I'm a give you what you want, uh~ 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' As her brows lift upwards, Andrea leans back in the chair to watch the pair of them on stage. Her arms fold over her chest as she glances back and forth between the pair. After a few seconds, she drags the rest of Nevada's snacks over and tucks in to eat. She looks amused at the song choice. She likes that one. A favorite of hers. She digs Madonna. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers grins, continuing to dance and twirl and sing in tandem with Owen..Really, she's not a terribly great singer but points for enthusiasm at least? They only have four minutes tops for this aptly named song so she's gonna make the most if it as they get into the last round: The time is waiting( We only got four minutes to save the world) No hesitating Grab a boy (Then grab a girl) Time is waiting (We only got four minutes to save the world) No hesitating (We only got four minutes, heh, a-four minutes) 
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