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11017/Retro Movie Classics

2020-02-08T08:06:59Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Friday night and almost 10pm. The youngest kids have been sent to their rooms which means the rec room is safer for PG-13 and even the rare R-Rated channel selection at this point. Ellie is curled up in an arm chair like a spiky angry catm her phone in her hand as the movie she queued up starts to play. It seems the punkgoth went really retro. The opening scene of Scott Pilgrim vs. the World starts to play on the biggest TV in the Rec Room. Pure retro 8 bit Universal Studios logo cutting to -Not so long agoo i nthe mysterious land of Toronto Canada...- There are chips, salsa, and popcorn set out on the side tables, a bowl of pretzels in Ellie's lap. At a pause as a couple other students are talking Ellie glances over and squints and they scamper off. 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     There are many ways to gain an education. As someone once said, your brain gets smart, your head gets dumb. And in the case of one student, music and pop culture are in fact mandatory parts of his personal educational journey. It's a lousy job, but someone's gotta do it.     Movie night is starting to take on something of a sacrosanct nature these days, and Bean hasn't missed one in months. He's probably the only student here that's sometimes taking surreptitious notes of things to look up later though. And, as it had been pointed out, you can't relax unless you're wearing comfortable clothing, so the severe outfit had to go. Which leaves him sitting in a comfortable hoodie, comfortable sweatpants and comfortable thick socks in one of the couches.     Well, not sitting exactly. By now, his posture is, dare we say it, positively relaxed. He's nearly /slouching/.     Next to him, half laying on Bean's lap and half on the rest of the couch, lays Bear, that trusty German Shepherd, looking just as keenly at the screen as his human. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Okay Bean... this one is probably going to really mess with you. It is definitely along with the manga it is based on a pulp culture touchstone." a grin as she sips some energy drink. "I mean.. this is simply a tripy show... reality bending effects and powers.. lot of odd cuts. Pretty sure the protaginists are either all mutants or it is all taking place in Scott's head... " Her foot bounces a bit as she relaxes. "Definitely curious what you'll think of this one." Yeah Ellie has actually started to enjoy putting really odd retro movies into the circut for movie night. 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     For his part, Bean seems to positively enjoy the odder selection, the ones that seem to be the birthplace of the majority of memes and quotes that are being flung around nearly constantly and which to the teenager might just as well be an alien language. Trying to crack it like a code hadn't worked, so... on to study the source materials.     Which is always more enjoyable in company, although he will admit he doesn't see a lot of most people in the school. "When you say trippy... are we talking 'Inception' levels of meta-plot? Or is this more of a 'Oh brother where art though?' kind of odd?" One thing is for sure... odd requires some kind of food and drink to go with it. He's still on the popcorn stage, but at least these days he occasionally puts something on them. Small steps...     "Thanks for letting me stay, by the way. I know you like your movies." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Hmmm" she says thoughtfully when compared to those movies. "No this is more about a guy in a band who meets a new girl... and things get very strange. Like bending the laws of physics strange." which about when the girl says of course she is in his dreams, he has a conventient subspace highway through his head she uses as a short cut alot. "So.. yeah... he is going to need to fight all her evil ex's and reality bending powers they have. so yeah either he is crazy or they are like mutants or something..." she pops a pretzel into her mouth. She thinks about the last bit there. "Well.. someone needs to educate you on popculture and social media..." which is her way of obliquely saying she likes watching movies with him. 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     A slow nod, and some thought goes into the plot of the movie, even as he watches the events unfold. Music, seven exes, romance, mutant powers... quite the combination. "So, it's basically a romantic quest battle royale?" Four words that should never belong together, and yet...     There's an actual, honest to whatever deity one may subscribe to, smile on his face after a short while. "It's always a privilege to be tutored by experts." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie seems to be dividing her time between social media and watching the movie. She has definitely seen this movie before by the amount of attention she pays it. Enjoying it true but.... Then again the way she seems to be able to multitask with her phone and almost everything, god knows she probably does this at premiers if phones weren't banned from theaters. "Hm.." then tilts her head. "That is actually a really good way of describing it. I mean it will get to it but it actually has some pretty sharp moral messages what is truly important which is a nice change vs. standard rom coms.. which are abomination. There is a grin. "You're welcome grasshopper." 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     For a moment there's a look on Bean's face that's very reminiscent of a certain Avenger, and he looks like he's about to blurt out 'I got that one' with a level of slightly misplaced pride, but Bear gives him such a *look*. Not now human, pay attention to the moving lights. Moving lights make you happy.     So it is with rapt attention, the occasional fuss of Bear's ears and fur, and the consumption of a nearly unwise amount of popcorn that Bean gets introduced to Scott Pilgrim, nearly laughing out loud at the 'The comic book was better' remark. After all, his mental search through the internet found a reference to a Scott Pilgrim comic. Technopaths... the only mutants that can be looking at their phones while they're still in their pocket. "Apologies, if this is obvious, but... there's one thing that's just not making any sense." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie looks up at her phone and then at the screen then back at Bean then at the screen. "Only one thing that isn't making sense?" I mean this movie is literally full of reality bending and generally seems to chock full of video game references. "Okay .. lay it on me?" 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     On the whole, it seems remarkable that only one thing seems to be standing out to Bean as utterly incomprehensible. There's a long list of things he needs to check further already appearing in some mental back-alley, joining the list of bands to listen to and music to explore.     "Scott is already dating. From anything I can see, his current girlfriend is far more compatible for him than the platonic ideal he's chasing, no to mention the whole critical indicator of a large amount of ex lovers, all of whom appear to be irredeemably evil. And yet he does chase, rather than take stock of his current situation and forego a series of confrontations that might cost him his life and which will, inevitably, end up in disappointment. So... Why?!" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Good questions. I mean... his current girlfrined isn't actually that great for him. He is dating her for the ego boost of dating a high schooler in catholic school. That worships him. They only held hands. It was the rebound from his horrible breakup with his Ex who got super famous with her band." Another pretzel is eaten. "Romona is also ...well she is messed up from her exs.. they aren't that far apart. That said.. remember I said moral lessons and the movie really drives home a lot about unhealthy relationships and what is truly important." 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     Another slow nod, and Bean is pensive for a moment until the Vegan Police arrive. The smile is back within moments of that and even Bear lolls his tongue happily at the sense of joy he's feeling around the room. Moving lights are good for humans! Good moving lights! 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "I just like thinking it isn't some crazy kid but rather mutants..." She sprawls watching along until it gets to the final evil EX final show down... when Scott learns important Lessons. The Lesson of Love. Still loses the fight. Then with his extra life the Lesson of Self Respect. That may be the lesson she mentioned. 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     Boom. Blink. That was... deeper than expected. And coming from a source so comedic, probably well aimed at getting the message through to the audience.     Bear looks up to see what his human is thinking of, responding to a sudden change in heart rate and blood pressure. Bean sits there, watching. Thinking. Idly reaches down to reassure his canine friend. Finally, at long last, he can make a comment.     "I was... not expecting that." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Yup. Which is why it is a good movie." "Lures you in .. then bam... message.. but not like stupidly delivered." "So yeah... go ahead live your life.. be yourself.. love yourself.. then love others.. treasure your friends and don't betray them..." Another pretzel. "But like.. still room for sarcasm and comedy." 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "It's a good movie." Bean agrees, nodding as he does. By now Bear has settled down again, especially because both of his human's hands are busy scratching the sides of his neck. Hmmm... that difficult doggy life...     Is now the time to dissect the premise? To talk about the cross-cultural importance of the core message, and the significance of the medium of its delivery being an indication as to the state of the society into which it's being injected? Probably not. His hand stops fussing Bear for a moment and reaches for more popcorn, only finding an empty bowl. "I'm really glad you shared this movie with me." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Next week will be go into the way way back machine and watch. The Crow." she streeetches and uncoils from her chair. "We should probably order pizzas next week... though I will have to fight off wild scavengers at that point to defend our largess." 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     There is an unwritten rule about animals laying on your lap. Never, under any circumstances, should you stand up or move them while they're there. For the moment, Bean is pinned by Bear's mere presence, a state of affairs neither of them seems to mind much.     "Anyone coming in here to steal our pizza and disrupt movie night is in for a bad time." A mere glance from either Negasonic or Bean was usually enough to drive off all but the most foolhardy. "Should I do any preliminary reading on that movie?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie considers that. "Good question really. It is a way back classic from 90s... the star died making it which many think is a tragedy because he was considered one of the best martial artists around and following in Bruce Lee's footsteps in movies... he died in the 70s..." She sips her drink. "So yeah... since the movie is about a guy who literally comes back from the dead to punish the wicked... the fact someone died making it ... that means super hard core goth fan base and instant cult classic." 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "Somehow I think I'll enjoy that movie as well." Even despite all that. Or possibly because of it? Bean can be hard to read sometimes. And since they're on the subject...     "Can I ask your opinion on something? It's not movie related, but I would very much value your input in this." When in doubt, always come to the experts. Bear tilts his head again... 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Yeah don't see why not. I even promise not to give you >too< much shit depending on what it is about." and yeah Ellie is keeping half an eye on Bear's reactions. The dog seems to have a very good bead on his person after all. She sets her phone down on her leg looking to Bean. 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     Bear seems to have many uses. Not the least of which is keeping Bean sane, but also seems to serve as a very good indicator of his human's mood, a kind of furry early warning system. He listens with half an ear and observes with one whole eye, just in case. "It's about being... being a hero, I suppose."     "I mean, Negasonic Teenage Warhead has to be the best name I've heard, and I'm planning to take a more active role in protecting mutants. I'm sort of... struggling with an identity. I'm Techno in the New Mutants, but I don't want to drag the team into it." He reaches down to ruffle through Bear's fur again, although the Shepherd does start listening with the remaining half of that ear. "It's been made very clear to me that we're not supposed to go out and look for trouble. But after the incident with the Steel Serpent society, I'm just... I can't sit around and do nothing anymore. I was thinking about 'Gauss' as a name." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Like a Gauss Rifle?" she pauses "Can you shoot projectiles like that?" To be fair Ellie has been so busy training in the Titan's danger room that frankly she has been neglecting the New Mutants trainings. It isn't like they are allowed to go out and do cool shit and fight bad guys much around Xaviers what with the X-Men. shhh it is a secret.. or something.... "I mean techno is a good namewhether or not you go out and just look for trouble or you obey the rules... I mean shit Bean... I am on The Titans now and still New Mutants... I mean Titans definitely fall into the go out and look for trouble bucket of the equation even if we are mostly teens." she considers "Also two more years and I'll have to shorten it to Negasonic Warhead..." 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "Keep the initials, change it to Negasonic Titan Warhead? Plenty of thermonuclear devices got called Titan, or got delivered via a Titan rocket." Encyclopedic knowledge of weaponry of mass destruction, thy name is Bean. And he does feel the need to elaborate on the name.     "Like Gauss Rifle. I'm ehm... I'm working on a prototype portable railgun." That is almost certainly a secret of some sort. "And I've been training with extra weights for the costume I'm planning, mostly layers of kevlar and AR-500 steel. Point is, I'm... how to say this..." Bear now sits up and nudges his human, daring a lick to the face that gets a hug in return.     "I'm not at liberty. As in, if Techno become known as a vigilante, and the faculty here knows me as Techno, it won't be long before a nondescript black sedan or a van without windows pulls up on the drive and one agency or another takes me away again for breaking the terms of my parole. I need to do this on the quiet. On the quiet, or in a sanctioned team." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie slow blinks and then nods a little bit "Shit.. that is really good." chewing on it in her head now. "Thanks Bean." "That reminds me of the time I put an airsoft gun on a drone I built... I'm trying to learn more about engineering really from McKoy .. want to go into that in college I think." she studies Bean. "Hey .. are you like.. good with costume and armor.. because.. I've been really trying to figure out how not to get shot as easily as not just .. .blowing them all up first." she is musing and nods. "No breaking parole and being carted off for sure.. so on the downlow it is. Gauss is a good name." 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "Thanks." There's a genuine smile on Bean's face, and it only widens when he starts to realise that Negasonic might share his interest in all things mechanic and electronic. "At the moment... probably not. I'm doing a Bachelor's degree in Physics through remote classes at ESU, aiming for a PhD from MIT eventually." Why? Because why not, that's why. "Probably picking up Robotics and possibly Nuclear Chemistry on the way. When you're a technopath, it just... make sense, I suppose. But Shannon's good with a needle, Kevlar's not that expensive, and cutting AR500 isn't too hard with the stuff we have in the garage. Especially not with that custom arc welder Alek and I built." In short? He's got ideas to spare, probably needs to work on the skills a bit.     "I've spent most of my life wearing body armor, so... I can probably help you with the not getting shot. Or, you know, the getting shot but in the armor rather than the fleshy bits." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Yeah that is very true... and I'm pretty good at dodging and using cover but .." she considers "I could also ask Robin about it. The gear the Gothamites wear on the team are absolutely ridiculously state of the art. Starshine is better but hers is alien in origin and Ravens is some sort of magic.. so those are sort of cheating." She considers "That.. is an amazing classload. I just want to probably get an electrical engineering degree and .. well Robotics would be very cool." 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "It's quite challenging." Bean agrees, as he taps his own head. "But it all seems to fit for now. I'm not used to being challenged intellectually. It's keeping me on my toes. And trying to become a robotics engineer for a company like Stark-Fujikawa or LexCorp is better than my original idea of joining the Marine Corps." One name stood out from that list, however.     "You know Robin? He was supposed to get in touch with me but never did. Mind you, that was when everyone thought Batman was dead, so I guess he was pretty busy." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Yeah the whole Batman thing definitely caused a lot of issues with the Gotham crowd. I still can't believe Superman went nuts like that." she frowns. "Robin and Red Robin are on the Titans with me.. also Kestral. Nightwing stops by a lot.. sort of like alumni I guess." "Not that I plan to graduate.. then there is Vorpal and Beast Boy.. also Zach Zatara... Danger is a sentient AI.. was their old danger room gone sentient.." She sets the empty pretzel bowl down. "Oh and Kian.. he is a winged .. sort of bird wings like Angel but an Alien." 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     Of course! The sentient AI, how could he have forgotten that encounter? But back then everything odd was new, and these days odd is utterly normal. "I think I've met Danger once. She got curious about what I was, and I can pick an android out of a crowd without even trying. Was a pretty interesting talk." Cue the Bladerunner jokes? Add that to the list of movies, most likely. Maybe then he'll finally understand all those Voight-Kampff references he's had to listen to.     "They sound like a good bunch of people. So are the New Mutants, of course. But if they ever need someone on tech support..." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "good to know... and I mean nothing says you can't be aligned with more than one team or group or set of interests... I'm still on the New Mutant Rosters... hell Rogue is an Avenger." There iss a shrug. "Danger is odd... haven't seeen her out of her room in weeks though." 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "I think I'm already there." That requires Bean to give Bear a bit of a hug around the neck before he can continue. "I'm at a point where the Punisher let me borrow from his armory. That's... probably a sign we've run into each other a few times too often to be considered neutral anymore. And then there's this guy who runs a dojo who's the avatar of some kind of immortal dragon... It's getting weird. Weird to the point I'm considering the Gauss identity to stop myself from being thrown back into the concrete box they kept me in for two years." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "I .. probably wouldn't even remotely get tangled up with the Punisher if I was honest about it. I'm saying this and I'm from Genosha .. and I'm friends with some of the Brotherhood... so yaaaah..." she just trails off. "The dragon guy sounds pretty awesome though and someone I'd love to meet. Does he turn into a dragon or... what?" 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "He's a bit intense. Even for me." And that's saying a lot, really. If half of the rumors about Bean are true, he's certainly no stranger to violence. "Keep getting caught in his crossfire. Literally, a few days ago. Long story." As stories involving the Punisher invariably tend to be.     "Dragon guy is called Danny, he's something called the Iron Fist. Does Kung Fu, teaches it too. Really hard to get lessons out of him though, especially now that he's gone off to Tibet to drop off someone claiming to be the avatar of something called Shao-Lao The Undying, or something close to that, at a hidden village for a fate worse than death." He actually rolls his eyes at that last bit. I mean, really... "So glad I didn't pay him in advance." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Dang.. .. wait.. Danny Rand of the Rand Corporation... I mean that guy is Iron Corporatist rich... not Bruce Wayne rich but damn... why on earth would he teach kung fu and how did he end up being a dragon?" She shakes her head "Our lives are very strange." 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "Wait, he's that Danny?" Yup, until just now Bean hadn't realised. Certainly hadn't connected the barefoot, somewhat world-strange man with surprising Kung Fu moves and the temperament of a good natured giant panda with the rich corporate mogul. How could he have?     "He mentioned something about protecting a secret village that's one of the gates of heaven or something. To be honest, it all sounded a bit like Buddhist philosophy, so I switched off. Wonder if someone else is going to teach at the Dojo now..."     Strange? If their lives were any Stranger, they'd be wearing capes and hopping dimensions. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Well it isn't too late to put on capes and hop dimensions. They could probably get an assist from Magick on that one. "Well .. I mean maybe.. how many Danny Rand's actually live in NEw York City?" she flips her phone back over and does some googling "Is this your guy?" turning it to show Bean. She knows he can probably just .. know what she found on google but for appearances. 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     On the whole, Bean prefers not to look at someone else's device unless they give him good reason to. It's a matter of courtesy, really. So he looks at the picture and nods, slowly.     "Minus the suit, add a bit more beard, but yes... that's the same Danny." The very same Danny that he traded blows with and which soundly kicked his ass. Now there's a story... "I'm going to negotiate such a discount on his lessons now." 
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10889/Soup Dumplings

2020-01-27T07:19:43Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' There is an explosion of pink and purple smoke in the kitchen area as Charlie appears with bags drapped from her hands. They look like those generic white bags take out places or delivery places use. This is only reinforced by the delicious smell. "Baaabs...." she looks around and thne towards the computers. "Where you aware of Soup. Dumplings!?" like it is some sort of mix of an accusation and an epiphany in one. "Carrie took me to this place.. well okay we met her there a lof of us.. post birthday for her.. and... soup dumplings exist!" she lifts her arms showing the bounty or two stuffed bags. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Babs is in training area a level down when Charlie arrives, but there's very special security in place to notify her when the teleporter has come home. Not because she's keeping tabs on her (which she is, it's a motherly thing to do), but because... Well Babs doesn't want to explain certain aspects of her personal life 'just yet'. Sure, Charlie is sixteen, but there are just some things she's not ready to go over. So when the alarm sounds on her phone, she stops punching the bag and reaches for her phone to activate the area intercomms, "Hey kiddo..." Voice from everywhere, grinning as she sees the bags on her small screen while heading for the stairs that she takes two and three at a time. "I did... at least I assumed. There's very little in this world people cannot turn into soup, so bless them for that." 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Charlie looks around and then up at one of the many cameras and squints. "Well.. you should come up here and get soup dumplings... they put like soup geletin in a dumpling and then I guess steam them and it turns into soup... they are very hot but cooling by the moment right now..." She starts to unload the bag on the counter in the kitchen. "Carrie ate a chicken foot because Damian pretty much dared her I think.. I passed on that but man I ate a lot of off things that night.." 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Babs opens the side door into the apartment a few moments later, laughing quietly at Charlies excitement and exuberance, "Simmer down tiger." Teasing the teen as she moves easily into the kitchen to get down some bowls from one of the cabinets, tossing her towel over Charlie's head playfully and a bowl down in front of her. "I'm glad you're hanging out with Carrie... she really needs friends right now. I mean she has friends, but she needs to be around them... I should be more, but..." She doesn't really know what to say to someone who lost their family. Frowning as she grabs one of the containers to dole out some soups for both parties. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Charlie acks and flails a bit, managing to not knock any of the dumpling containers off but also escape the towel from the workout. "Ew gross." she laughs tossing it at Babs. "Yeah,... I mean.. I get what she is going through but I don't know what to say to her about it really. I was excited when she asks us to meet her for dumplings though.. it feels like a good step." I mean short of all the orphans getting actual therapy that is probably true. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Babs has it on her mind, how therapy would probably do ALL of them a world of good, but none of them would do it... so why bother voicing it. Instead she nods to Charlie and snaps the towel out of the air with a smirk, "It is. Getting out and doing normal things is a good step towards healing." Grabbing one of the bowls in a tripod of fingers held upwards, she spins on her bare heels towards the direction of the living room. "So, how's Damian? Haven't seen him since christmas either." 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' You're supposed to be honest with your therapist right. It is awfully hard to be honest with them when you are hiding the fact you dress up in bat suits and armor and punch criminals at night while being outfitted by the richest man on the planet in a crusade against crime. How do you skirt family issues and death and all when that bat shaped elephant lurks behind every topic. "Damian actually seemed to be in a fairly decent mood... I mean.. I ran into him since Christmas too he was really on a tear about this alien flying hero on the Titans who evidently is pissing him off and a pacifist or something... but at dinner he ordered for most of us and behaved really well. I think he wanted Carrie to have a nice birthday dinner really." 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Babs steps over the back of the couch and mms quietly back at Charlie, dropping down into a cross legged seat with the bowl in her lap. "Good, he's another one I'm worried about... all the time really. I tried to get Jason tot alk to him, but I really don't know that he was the best option... not that he's a /bad/ option, just that he's more willing to turn a blind eye and be hands off, ya know?" 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Charlie has swapped out for a bigger bowl, saves trips to the kitche, and is loading it up with a variety of dumplings only some of which are soup. Mmm Dumplings. Next soda. Then she pops over to sit in front of the table in front of the couch on the floor. Literally pops over. No wonder she is always hungry. Maybe walking is lame. "Jason seems a bit.. high strung to me.. is that it... shooty... I mean Damian is stabby.. maybe they would get along?" 
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10830/Dangerous Birthdays

2020-01-22T07:48:51Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' So there are even odds one of her teammates may be upset with her for doing it, but Ellie finally got Noriko out to Titan's tower. She figured if someone got on her case about it well she can use the birthday angle and super powered girlfriend to explain it away. Also in between smooching said girlfriend and classes Ellie has been spending a lot of time training in the Titan's danger room. It is so much easier to book without oversight from teachers and a lot less control. I mean it isn't like the Titan's is a learning institute but more a vigilante somewhat teenage superteam without government oversight either. She got Noriko through the lobby security, which it is a huge glass lobby, and security seems to be some sort of advanced A.I. that seems prone to over reacting when there aren't official tours. Still Ellie is obviously not lying about being on the team because it lets her bring in a guest after clearing up who Noriko is. One elevator ride down to a sub-level instead of upwards and steps out into the room itself, relying for this on voice activation vs. control room activity. Like a big old bank vault. "I'm actually really surprised how similar to our Danger Room it is... it seems to mostly be hard light and constructs though.. it is actually pretty fucking impressive and in the hands of a bunch of teens and twenty somethings... no adults really here. I'm pretty sure that Batman built it or Robin swiped it from him..." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Noriko is surprisingly good for being as much a troublemaker as she normally is. She doesn't cause any fuss in the lobby and only smirks at the A.I. when Ellie proves she belongs and gets them both cleared to enter, nominally anyways, to the sublevels where the danger room is located. Nori has... been studying. Not a lot, not nearly as much as she should, but clearly the notion that Ellie might go away to college without her was motivation enough to keep her getting grades good enough to get her out of High School, if not specifically into College. No doubt banking on a community college or the like nearby. She's still convinced prison is in her future, though. Stepping into the Danger Room, she has her hands in the pockets of her heavy leather jacket. Still wearing cut off shorts that use to be someones business slacks and unlaced combat boots, she looks every bit the punk she is. "OI guess it's pretty fuckin' dope... Isn't Robin one of thos erich mother fuckers from Gotham, though? He probably got this for his birthday or some shit.. who knows, those cats are into some whole other shit." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Well Ellie has definitely decided that Noriko is not going to end up in prison. I mean it would need to be a super prison anyways and those are pretty much horrible places full of hardened super criminals and she doesn't want to date a convict. So no sir. No prison for Noriko. "I'm not actually sure how rich Robin is... I mean there are two of them.. Red Robin and Robin.... also a Nightwing.. and we just got a Kestral on the team too." she hmmms thoughtfully. "They definitely have really high tech gear and I'm pretty sure that Batmobile and Batwing I've read about in eye witness news stories from Gotham are not even remotely fucking cheap.. so yeah probably terribly rich..." She looks around "So yeah hard light holograms. Robots. Terrain can move about. It is pretty advanced. There is also a living level.. ops... pool deck... the garage has a Titan Sub even.. ridic funding here from where...." Ellie meanders to the middle of the room. "Danger Room." pause "Negasonic Flight Practice." then winks at Noriko. "Wanted to show you something I've been working on." The room flickers and suddenly they are on the edge of a cliff with a whole lot of empty air above and below ... and Ellie closes her eyes and then charges a blast, but instead of hurling it she channels it around her and launches... not in the quick arch to explode but in.. pretty controlled flight actually. Obviously shunting explosive energy to do it and to stabilize. Subtle it is not.. it is danger looking and very noticable. 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Nori watches the room while Ellie explains the particular of how potentially rich the Robin's are or are not, "Sure, yeah... I seen them things in the news, they don't sell them at Bobs used Car Lot, that's all I'm sayin'." Hands up, grin firmly in place, eyes twinkling when she looks at Ellie. She is super gay for her, even when she doesn't say it. It's the little things. Changing her entire opinion on life because of the potential for future. It shows. Now it's Ellie's turn to show. Turning the ground into... not ground... Nori holds her hands out defensively as if she might stop herself from falling, "WHOA! Oh... Oh shit, that's what's up..." Because no falling. Also because her girlfriend just took off like a roman candle.. At that moment, Noriko Ashida realized how much practice she actually needs to put into her own abilities. Negasonic is blowing her away... Then again, Noriko Ashida is not a super hero.. She barely thinks of herself as a good guy. "That's fuckin' rad, dude..." Quiet, watching Nega sore... 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Mostly Ellie was very jealous of her several flying team members. The two aliens. The alien imbued human. What is it with this team of flying aliens. It took... a lot of practice to do this. Which is probably why Ellie as been here so much between class and spending time with Noriko. So much practice. Over the roar of her power "Danger Room. Execute zombie attack on home coming game." Which is when the room changes, Noriko is standing in a football field and there are zombies climbing down from the bleachers. Zombie cheerleaders. Zombie football players. Zombie band kids. Full on zombie apocalypse. Ellie drops down with a boom near Surge blowing up a zombie running back. "This thing can do just about anything!" 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Nori is caught up in the whole ''Negasonic is flying'' and barely registers that she's on a football field until the Homecoming queen for Laremount High School comes running at her with half a jaw missing! "WHAT THE BALLS AND CHEESE NUTS!" Both hands fling out, electricity errupting from her gauntlets with the kind of Super Seiyan force that knocks out power grids for a square block. Nori doesn't have anywhere near the control she should, aside from a few parlor tricks that weren't sustainable anyways. The blast misses the zombie and hits the bleachers instead, blowing them apart in an erruption of twisted, electrified metal and blown lightbulbs! "HOLY SHIT.. this is... what the fuck dude.. this is bad ass!" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' The Danger Room has to work a bit harder to compensate for the sudden electrical drain and feedback but thankfully for both of them that blast was not enough to set off any chain reactions or blow out the room. It is made to take one hell of a beating and so far is doing okay. Ellie laughs "Thought you would like it... also you missed." she charges and then gestures blowing up the zombie with a split second blast charge there before the Homecoming Queen leaps on her girlfriend. "The only thing you can really hurt in here is me.. so be a bit careful.. but blow up some zombies. Happy birthday love." Okay Negasonic gets people odd gifts. 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' "I also shit my pants..." Nori says with a laugh of her own, tugging at the seat of her shorts playfully, but she's grinning like an idiot at Negasonic blasting Homecoming Queen Deadna into next century. Both her gauntlets are thrown around Ellie's neck, leaning into a kiss which is sweet in and of itself, "Thanks babe... you're the fucking tits." But there's fake ass cybertonic zombies to brutalized. "Excuse me. I've got to save Homecoming." Turning with both gauntlets palm out to blast a group of the football team rushing another group of living football players. "BOOYAH!" A hand out in either direction, electricuting both teams band members, now undead brain eating monsters, into bits! "Jabronies!" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie definitely returns the kiss, necause well hell kisses, even sweet tender ones surrounded by zombies right. Then laughing she watches Noriko blast some zombies trying to eat some survivors. "Yeah I figured this would go over well... also good power practice." she grins. She has a bit of an ulterior motive too. She figures she can replay the scenario later for Stardust and show off Noriko and see about maybe getting her a tryout or considered for the team. Even if Noriko doesn't really think of herself as superhero material.. I meann.. that zombie clearly says otherwise. If it wasn't exploded by the lightnign style blast of electricity and all. There is an ass smack then she turns and eyes the marching band, charging a bit then letting the charge launch herself like a warhead into and through them all with an explosion. Frankly it is kind of scary how big she can blow stuff up with minimal charging. Which is why she isn't allowed to test her upper explosive limits. 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' The Ass smack earns Ellie a smirk over the shoulder, "watch it, we'll be using this danger room for something less wholesome than blowing up zombies at a football game." She teases, as she does precisely that. Stepping backwards a few so that she's back to back with her girlfriend, turning as Nega does, casting out a wide arc of electricity from her gauntlets palm to cut a swath through a group of zombies munching on the precussion section of the home team. "Die Brain eaters!" Then Ellie launches again, Nori ducks and rolls over her shoulder and smacks her palms together in a thunderclap (literally) that zaps out ten tether trails of power into a series of undead that leave them convulsing like earthworms on hot pavement. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie dusts off "See you are pretty good at this... that was a pure mortal kombat Rayden move!" She grins as she kicks a tuba and then eyes the cheerleaders. "What a waste of good cheerleaders....." She warms up a charge "Give me a raw!" tossing a charge and blowing up to "And a bah!" another charge being lobbed there explosively. "And.. a sissss.. boooom... bah" She launches herself again landing explosively with a rocking booom that actually shakes the ground of the field there admist them all and sending pompoms (and gore) flying in all directions. 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Nori looks over towards Cheerleaders, "Wow... yeah, look, one of has a titty out." Pointing a metal finger at a half nude Zombie trying to eat the homecoming King who's using a folding chair as a melee weapon, "Don't lie, you programmed that..." She teases Ellie with a side smirk and then something heavy hits her. An undead Linebacker bull rushes her in the side bowls her over into the turf to slide along the green with a divet digging in the earth. Her fist slams around hard into the side of his head, sending of sparks and zaps with each punch. "Lemme go! No means no, mother fucker!" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie looks over concerned ... leaping away from cheerleader parts "Don't let it bite you!" mostly because that ends with very poor marks in the program and a pretty fierce simulated shock of an injury. She carefully charges a microcharge and then fires it, thankfully the guy is very big and above Noriko.. but she does blow him up on top of her girlfriend with full 8K Holographic glory.. or is it ... GORY. 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Nori's gauntlet is in the zombies gnawing maw, what he is trying to chew through to her juicy arm, "Ellie! Uhh.. babe! Help!" She's a scrappy girl, but she's also a tiny one, who's fighting prowess begins and ends with hit first and hit hard... usually in the nuts. She does not know jujitsu or all that ninja shit. So when faced with a big ass linebacker, she's got a handful of, generally useful against living targets in fairness, useless moves against zombies. Punch it in the head. Thankfully Ellie was vigilant and blows the bastard away. Less thankfully, it means she's cover in whatever was left of him. "Oh god..." Pawing at her face, "It got in my mouth... oh god, it's in my mouth..." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' With that... well Ellie starts to laugh and hiccups a "Danger Room: End Simulation. Start Simulation peaceful malt shop..." The zombies and football field fade out of existance replaced with a malt shop, very Riverdale style, with Ellie walking over and offering you a hands up. The zombie gore gone when the other simulation vanishes. 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Nori glances around, arms up defensively just incase more zombies (or zombie guts) are going to fall upon her, only to see she's lying in the middle of a lovely maltshop in what is probably a reproduction of Riverdale, despite having never been there (or to Canada really) herself. "Whoa..." Hand up in Nega's, half pulling, half being pulled, onto her feet. "Can... wait.. so we can eat malts? Does... does it simulate the taste? Does it know what Chicken tastes like or does it just simulate what it thinks chicken tastes like which is why chicken tastes like everything?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Unfortunately it can't replicate malts and food Star Trek style... you need to bring them in yourself but I thought it was a cute setting. I do have some food stashed on the roof by the pool though if you want to check that out next and eat." She grins looking around. "We should work on your ninjistu." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Nori grins at the maltshop and spins in a circle, then looks pointedly to Ellie... reaching out for her hand, "Sure, we can check out the pool, but let's sit down and just be cute for a second first? Like... ya know not like we're punk ass kids, but just normal teenagers all in love and shit." They're anything if normal, but whatever. "I think we need to work on my any kind of stu." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Want me to put us in fifties malt shop clothes too?" okay she is teasing with a tilt of her head watching you spin around like thart and then nods. "Cute teenagers it is though." She walks over to a booth with a couple of malts on it and slides in leaving room for you to join her. "Somewhere a conservative right wing republican is spinning in his grave with cute immigrant lesbians with super powers... and it makes me feel good..." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Nori follows, but rather than slide in like a proper adult, does so backwards so she's leaning her back up against Ellie, which either makes the other girls shoulder a pillow or forces her to turn as well to wrap arms around her. The latter is clearly Nori's intention, of course. "Yeah, I know right? It's everything he could possibly hate all in one picturesque scene..." Snort laughing with her dark eyes rolling as she leans her head back to gaze pointedly up at Ellie. "You're the fucking best, dude." 5R 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie seems just fine with turning and then wrappoing her arms around Noriko, putting her back to the wall by the booth and holding her girlfriend. "Pretty much why I designed it... I mean sans the poodle skirts we didn't enable." she looks around and then grins. "You too babe... though I admit the AI does a lot of the heavy lifting on scenario design actually.. this place rocks." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Nori turns her head to nuzzle into Ellie's neck, gauntlets on her girlfriends forearms around her waist, "I'd fucking /slay/ a poodle skirt, dude." Said with a deep grin and glance up. "This is the best birthday present.. I didn't even realize it was my birthday." Said honestly, turning so she's facing the simulated maltshop. Brown eyes move around details. "I mean, I knew it was in January, but before two years ago... I really didn't have a whole lot to celebrate. Living on the street and shit. Figured I'd be dead, wasn't much to celebrate about." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "It is true. Have to get you in one later then." Then Ellie blinks. "Wait what... I mean it is in your records at the school..." which yes that means at some point Ellie totally got access to Noriko's permenant record at the school. "Well no more street. No dead. No zombies. Just you and me and fighting the world... or at least zombies." she smiles. "Happy birthday." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' "Yeah?" Nori glances up grinning, "You sure you want me to show off my hair ass legs?" Teasing, at least about showing them off, not the other part. Razors around Nori are dangerous. "Nope... just you and me babe. Always you and me." Craning up to kiss the underside of Negasonic's chin. "I love you, you big sappy bitch." As if she's got even the first bit of room to talk. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "I'm going to wax you first I think." teasing, well maybe. "Also.. I am not sure I am a big sappy bit... " she eyes you and then kisses the tip of her nose then between her eyes. "Love you too .... you walking disaster to the electrical grid." 
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10626/Menacing Flatbush with the Rhino

2020-01-03T21:15:11Z

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|Date of Scene=2020/01/03
|Location=Flatbush, Brooklyn
|Synopsis=Pete and Gwen ramble on about heroing, villains, feeling old, and weddings. Oh and they destroyed part of flatbush fighting the Rhino.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen is perched on the top of the Fisk Foundation Centre looking down at the devastation below. Fire hydrants trampled and shooting water high into the air. Vehicles tossed around like matchbox cars. Asphalt gouged and torn up. Storefronts shattered. Thankfully no pedestrations trampled this time. Spider Webs god damned everywhere. Nowhere more so than the pile holding down, hopefully, a currently unconcious Rhino in the middle of an intersection while the crew from The Raft start to work to detain and take his idiot self into custody. Also a bunch of media crews already filming and reporting. Gwen's costume looks damaged, ripped despite being reinforced and resistant to knives. She has her mask rolled up and is carefully checking a tooth to make sure it isn't loose getting blood on her fingers from a bloody lip. "You know the worst part is .. somehow Rhino trying too roph.. " pause "Rob... that convey of trucks shipping god knows what was hith.." pause "His target... is going to be our fault...." "Wait... is that plumbing shop named Mario Brothers?" way to stay focused Gwen. 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' Spider-Man is perched beside Gwen, knees bent, costume torn nearly to shreads across his chest and the dangling portion of his mask where he's nearly caught a horn to the throat.. He's got his hands down on the railing upon which he's perched, surveying the damage of their impromptu battle with the Rhino... "You get use to it..." He says matter of factly. Nine years into this career and he's just about accepted the fact that no matter how good he does, JJJ is going to bend him over hte coals for it. Pointing out the plumbing shop, Spidey scans down across the store fronts, "Whi- well look't that..." He murmurs amusedly, settling back until his butt is almost touching the trailing with his knees still bent and arched backed, "Imma sorry, but your villian issa in another castle!" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Isn't that Rake.... then again with JJJ and the Bugle maybe it is bending over the coals. "Your victory is in another castle... your good press is in another castle..." she is just quietly musing as she aches everywhere. Still they should stick around now to make sure that Rhino doesn't wake up, get free of the webs, and the RAFT crew and rampage more. "I really hate that guy." she pauses and clarifies spitting some blood onto the roof top. "I really hate Jameson... though I am still at a loss why he hates you and therefore us other spiders so much. Did you kick his dog .. or web it to a bus out of town or something?" 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' Maybe it's rake, who knows. Spidey Doesn't. He probably should though, literary stuff being the majority of his free time, but whatever, bend... rake.. roll.. the jist is covered. "I'd say princess, but I don't know that Peach ever spit a mouthful of blood on a roof... she may have though, 2027 ... wait is it 2028 now?" Definitely something he should know. The future is weird. "Nevermind." Shrugging, settling down a little lower as they wait out to make sure Rhino is properly taken into custody, "I legit have no idea... I was just a kid when he started busting my ass all over the bugle... Probably figured that when I showed up, so did all these super villains, which was entirely a coincidence because I don't have a super villain research lab where we churn out crappy villains with equally cliche animal themed monikers hidden under my aunts house." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "We are three days into the wonderful year 2028... which is probably why I feel so old right now. I mean it is that or the fact an asshole in a Rhino suit head butted me through a minivan ...." she wobbles her hand "Honestly really hard to say for sure..." "Though really you do have to wonder.... did the villains up their game and enhance themselves or get enhancements..or tech... because superheroes popped up.. or the other way around..." "I mean really... did Batman come first or that psychoclown and crew of Gotham rejects... which frankly I will take our animal themed menagerie any day over those psychos in Gotham..." 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "Being rhino-butted through a minivan definitely has a way of putting things into perspective." Spidey agrees, he manages his own injuries with a grain of salt.. it's part of the big show. It hurts, sure, he'll deal with it when he gets home and his ribs don't set right which means rebreaking them, and Kitty giving him that stare she gives him when he leave bloody bandages in the bathroom trashcan, but... It's life in the spideyverse. "I've considered that.. about villains enhancing themselves, not Gotham. Gotham is special. It was always a big bowl of shit crackers, Silk moved out there..." Shaking his head slowly, arms dangling now across his bent knees, "I would never move to Jersey." That's the worst part. "But to answer your question, I think it's a classic case of escalation. Good guys get a dude with webslingers, badguys need a seventy five year old cancer patient wearing mechanical vulture wings..." Hands up like scales, teetering up and down into balance. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen slumps back to sit, still keeping half an eye on the Raft crew using a crane truck to pivot Rhino into a containment truck. "Hit him in the head a few times helping him into the truck!" she calls mildly, not realy loud enough to be heard down there but it makes her feel better. "You really think the Vulture is a sign of classic escalation.. I mean.. I was more thinging the Goblins.. Hob and Green.. Scorpian.. Rhino... I mean Vulture seems like such a flukee... who does that... I'ma coming out of villain retirement and going to make myself wings and fly around like an idiot..." She shakes her head. "So how is Kitty and your pet dragon?" 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "Vulture did it." Spidey says with a bouncing shoulder shrug, "But I'll admit I picked one of the more absurd rogues from the gallery." Grinning, visible through the tattered bottom of his mask when he looks over towards Gwen. "Goblins.. I haven't seen them around for a while, if I'm being honest. Neither of them... curious." Looking back down towards the Raft agents working Rhino into containment. "I wonder if they've finally caught on?" Doubtfuuuuul... "Good.. really good. She moved in. We got a dog? Jester... Golden Retriever." Nodding, fingers wiggling, it almost seems odd to talk to casually about normal life while still in costume, "We're probably going to get married... I kind of, maybe, asked her." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "Well at least one of us is having luck on that front I suppose." she stares down at the scene. "I'm happy for you." she sounds like she means it though. "How does the dragon deal with the dog... do they get along.. does he ride the dog around likee that fox in that old movie..." She fishes a bit "The Henson one... with the goblins..." squint "Labrynthe?" 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "You're talking about Ambrosias and Sir Ditimus and that was Labrynthe yes." Peter says with a smirk, side glancing at Gwen. "You'll find someone.. You'd be an amazing catch, Gwen." Reaching over to squeeze her shoulder. "Obviously, you've got to be my best lady?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "Obviously.. I mean what.. me or Harry and I haven't seen him around in a while." she smirks though, blood on her chin and all. "Okay the RAFT stooges have him in the transport.. I'ma swing home and get a shower and a drink. We should get together next week for lunch sometime and talk about normal stuff like weddings and life and all... maybe a man dressed as a cat or a badger won't leap through the restaraunt window at us even..." She stands and stretches popping her back. "God damnit...." 
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10513/Are Vampires Also Bats

2019-12-23T01:42:32Z

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|Date of Scene=2019/12/22
|Location=The Narrows, Burnley
|Synopsis=Misfit learns there are vampires in Gotham and has a message to deliver from Selene to Batman
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|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:761|Selene (761)}} has posed:''' Selene's out here in the Narrows tonight with two Death Dealers. They've shrugged off muggings, and....ended up on a sidewalk. Selene's on edge, something's not sitting right with her. Ever since her failed meeting....Selene's been out of the estate, once it got dark. She's here, itching to do what she does best. fight. Out here in the Narrows though, it's quiet. "Hey lady. Got a dime?" Selene hears. She keeps walking, the figure springing up as Selene looks over. Great. Homeless people wanting a fight? Great. Least it's not lycans...this time. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Tonight Charlie is on Narrows duty. Which is honestly one of the most exciting patrol zones in the city with the sheer amount of crime. I mean around any corner, in every alley, and inside every sleazy bar the chances are high of running into someone who would as soon stab you than look at you. Case in point, apparent homeless man who thinks it is a good idea to spring up and move to mug or something a lady dressed in some badass leather with her two associates right there. Then again maybe he isn't alone. Misfit perches up on the roof above eyes scanning, her goggles doing pretty good starlight amplification. Trying to get a sense of the scope of the problem before leaping down to stop a mugging really. 

:'''{{#var:761|Selene (761)}} has posed:''' Selene's got her Berettas out and aimed at the homeless guy. Her two Death Dealers both have dual Uzis. Selene didn't tell them to bring it. When she said the Narrows...big guns came out. Still, the homeless guy is pleading for money. Selene puts her guns back in her coat, and pulls out a dime. Flipping it in the air....the homeless guy laughs, and eight guys with knives close in on them. Selenesighs and goes for her guns again. She spins on a heel, spraying enough lead to give any doctor doing lead tests a heart attack. She's put more rounds into buildings than hitting the guys with knives. Admittedly, the smell of soiled pants is coming from the street.Selene's speaking to them, the men stopping moving to listten, then she turns, seeming to look to them. In reality, she's showing her fangs. The men come to her and seem to surround her and..d protect her and her Death Dealers. "Dal with the homeless vampire" Selene says, loud enough to be heard on the roof. "All of you spread out and make sure nobody comes here. Make an example of failing the coven" she tells the Deth Dealer nearest the homeless guy. He draws a knife and stabs pathetically at the Death Dealer. She at least has the smarts to talk him out of it and shove him in a dumpster. The rattle of Uzi fire echoes fro, the dumpster for a moment, Selene standing with her new friends. She then looks around. The homeless guy's dealt with. That's what happens when you fail the coven, and don't make the grade. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' "What the ever living heck..." mutters Charlie as she witnesses the encounter play out. Okay it doesn't entirely surprise her that the lady in the Narrows in Leather with her two thugs is packing and the thugs are packing. It doesn't surprise her that the homeless guy was working with some sort of crew. She is relieved when the lady doesn't just blow holes in everyone though. Then ... the guys with knives seem to fall in line with the lady and her thugs... okay that was unexpected... I mean sure outgunned. What stops her though is the whole Vampire line. "wait what...." homeless Vampire... then they are ... oh crap they killed the .. homeless vampire. "Stop" just pops out of her mouth from the roof, she didn't really mean to give away the element of surprise but .. maybe the guy wasn't a vampire and watching them just shoot a guy in a dumpster is disturbing. Also .. are vampires even real? 

:'''{{#var:761|Selene (761)}} has posed:''' Selene hears, and looks around, then springs to the roof. She's stood up there. Unarmed. able to get to her coat. "We can talk about this on the sidewalk" Selene says quietly. She's no remorse for ordering the killing of the homeless vampire. She'll explain, if Misfit will listen. Then again, Selene's got a reputation as a cold, heartless killer. She glances to misfit then hops right back down to the sidewalk, the vampires fanning out to keep an eye on the street. Selene for her part is just standing here. Waiting. She'll talk. She'll explain why this had to be done with her hands in pockets. Then she leans on the front of a business, looking relaxed. She's not, of course, but....having vampires near her is a good thing. Even if these are untrained. Tey pack, which is a good enough start for now. Vampires are real, Selene's going to explain that one, too. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Misfit is ... pretty obviously bat aligned. I mean her costume theme is a slight askew to Batgirl, clearly not her and not quite trying to be, but the equipment is state of the art on the teenager. She points takes several steps back there as Selene leaps up onto the roof, giving herself room because this lady seems to be very strong and very fast. A batarang is pointed at Selene, more it is in Charlie's hand when she points. "I ... think I'm pretty good up here on the roof... thanks..." yeah she does not plan to go down there in the middle of all those .. who knows eally... to talk. "So yeah if you want to talk come on back up... otherwise I'm out." Which isn't really that unreasonable of the teenager, she looks what 16. 

:'''{{#var:761|Selene (761)}} has posed:''' Selene looks to the roof again and hops back up. "Fine. We'll talk up here" Selene says. She's prepared for a Batarang pointed at her. She'll just find the least dangerous thing to keep in her hands. Guns? No. No to knives, or half the things in her coat. A blood vial would just freak everyone out, too. "So" Selene says, voice a mix of European accents. "So..." she nods, quietly speaking to the girl. Her fangs flashing as she speaks, but she's not lunging for the neck or wrists, either. Selene's not trying to bite Misfit, point for the vampire lady 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Charlie really does appreciate the fact that the maybe Vampire or Vampire enthusiast is not trying to chomp down on her neck. Also that there are no weapons and vials of blood being waved at her. She does take one step back though at the flash of fangs. "What the frack is going on..." the bat-a-rang is gestured at Selene then the street below and general used as a pointer in a nonthreatening way really. "Vampires!?" yeah first Demons and now Vampires. Next thing will be Santa, which honstly would be a step up. 

:'''{{#var:761|Selene (761)}} has posed:''' Selene raises her palms. "Okay. Hear me out. Vampires. Exist" she says. "I'm one. Those guys down there. Vampires. The homless guy? Vampire"e says raising an eyebrow. "you don't believe me? Okay. I'm Selene. The dead homeless guy was killed on my elder's orders. That's...my boss, effectively. He told me to go and kill the homless guy for chewing on the residents of this bit of Gotham, stealing from my group, coven if you will. He didn't cut it as a member of the covenn, so he was stealing from us and attacking innocent people. I got tasked to kill if I was ever in the area. And....well...." Selene says gesturing to the street with a wave of her hand. "He was going to rob me or bite me" Selene says, then looks to Misfit with Selene's ice blue eyes studying the costume. "So. You're a superhero. You understand I did what I did for the greater good. I took a dangerous killer and thief off the streets, yes? Selene changes tack. "Let me shattter your ideas on vampires. None of the oens on the street will hurt you unless I tell them to. They are recruits I will in time, train. I won't bite you withoutt a reason. I'm not a heartless monster" Well, when it comes to drinking blood, anyhow. Killing? Sure she's a reputation as a heartless killer. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' There just a very slow nod there, That was a whole lot of information dumped on her and honestly she hasn't gone back far enough in any of the AARs to read about Selene yet. "Vampires." is all she can manage to say when the whole speil finishes, at least for a couple of slow moments. "Vampires in Gotham.. crickey." "I'm Misfit. This is Batman's town. Does Batman know a bunch of vampires are enforcing Vampire justice on ... other vampires in town." pause "Also I'm a hero yes... we do ot tend to kill people." which well are Vampires even people. She wonders what the holywater vials in her belt would do really or other gadgets that they loaded up on to deal with the demons. 

:'''{{#var:761|Selene (761)}} has posed:''' "Tell Batman I was following my council's orders and want to get a message to him. I'm Selene. I lead the coven's military" she says with a nod. "Ah you're one of Batman's people. Misfit. Is that down to the ear on your cowl?" she asks gently. Selene's not trying to be mean to this hero. Killing heroes is generally a bad idea. "I was out n the Narrows to clear my head after earlier this morning" Selene starts, "My elders wanted me to tie up a loose end. Death was what they ordered me to do. If Batman ordered you to dispense justice to somebody across the river, who stole from your family, and failed to live up to your standards, you'd punish them, yes?" she asks. To her credit, fangs are hidden. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' "Oh yeah he is going to love this." Charlie murmurs, which honestly he probably isn't going to love this. "I work with Batman yes." she confirms, the cowl ear all lopsided is more because of her codename and embracing it really. "Would I make sure they were stopped and brought to justice.. yes... would we kill the person.. nope. Even if he ordered us to kill someone, which he wouldn't, it isn't The Way." "I'll pass on your name and what you were doing though to him and that you want to talk. I imagine he can find you." That isn't a threat, she honestly believes Batman can find Selene if he wants to is all. 

:'''{{#var:761|Selene (761)}} has posed:''' Selene watches Misfit with a nod. "It is our way to deal with our issues, however" Selene says. "Was it wrong? Mayb" she admits, looking to Misfit. "But you do not go in and punch vampires. You're asking to get bitten and hurt" she points out, she does know what she's on about, after all. "I'm aware Batman can find me. I'm also fine with this. I have my home and my coven's security. I'd prefer to talk face to face, without having to fight" she says simply. Why fight when Selene's already in one war? 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' "Right... then I'm going to back away from this whole mess and let Batman know about it like you want." the bat-a-rang is wiggled in your general direction. "Have a .. very vampy Christmas if you celebrate that sort of thing... and please don't kill anyone else in Gotham until Batman gets a chance to speak with you. Even vampires." She taps the bat-a-rang to her forehead and then there is a slash of pink and purple smoke. She is absolutely gone when it clears and you didn't hear or see a thing as to how she left though, very strange. 
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9590/Stircrazy

2019-11-06T04:07:12Z

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|Location=Safehouse, Outside Gotham
|Synopsis='Batman' visits Stockholm. Julia has doubts. Fin.
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|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:7698|Stockholm (7698)}} has posed:''' A a safehouse across the river from Gotham. That was what "Matches" put Stockholm in on behalf of his 'Employer". Julia was asked her to stay put and not leave. Which suited her fine for a long time because well her arm had heal up and some down time was useful. Also 'Matches' was coming by often enough that he was a calming influence on the voices in her head and her more erratic behaviors. It has been a couple of weeks though since the 'Mafia' guy stopped by and told Julia that his 'Boss' would be by soon and they would get started on the job of tracking down Bane. Two very long weeks and some change. The locking fixtures were advanced, but not beyond Julia's expansive talents. Yet she has stayed put. The safehouse itself is modestly appointed. There's a television, some LexCorp-brand game console wired into it with a few discs in plastic cases lining a shelf alongside it in the tv cabinet. There's a kitchenette, a bathroom, and a bedroom. There's a WayneTech laptop with a connection to the internet as well, although the connection has a bad habit of dropping whenever it's used to venture too far afield - for example, looking up flights out of the country. It's located in what looks to be an abandoned apartment building, which makes the fact that the safehouse itself has running water and electricity all the more impressive. Julia is honestly starting to get a mix of worried and irritated, the voices are clawing back from the dark parts of her mind and well this isn't great at all being left here for two weeks with the stockpile of food but no fresh visits or movie drop offs. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Even across the river from Gotham, it always seems to be raining. Like the city itself knows that dramatics are important for the shadowy business conducted all across the 'Darkest City in America'. The News has given plenty of reports, specifically the Gotham Gazette, detailing the death of Batman at the hands of Superman, and visa versa for that matter, which likely hasn't made Julia feel any more comfortable with the arrangement. The lightning flashes outside the window and the rain pleats against the glass in a rhythmic lulliby that drums out the sound of approaching bad weather on the horizon. It is one such flash that the shadowy image of the Batman stands in one corner of the apartment, just as the power dies, which it almsot certainly has done before, with the press of a button in Babs hand. When the figure speaks, it sounds auto-tuned.. distant.. run through a synthesizer. "Julia." 

:'''{{#var:7698|Stockholm (7698)}} has posed:''' Honestly, the problem is no. Matches has been bringing her movies and stuff to keep her busy but she has been cutoff from the outside world. Which means she has no clue other than 'Matches' hasn't been around in a couple of weeks. That and Batman hasn't shown up either. Irony that. She is curled up on the couch reading one of the books loaded up onto the tablet previously dropped off, a crime solving detective novel. Honestly Julia found that specific library of books very amusing. Then ... Batman.... is there in the corner. I mean to be fair that is what he tends to do right. Flash of lightning. Bit of visual sleight of hand. Then pow.... in the room with you and everyone startles. She is pretty sure he gets a kick out of the whole thing. This figure though, hmm. Julia lowers the tablet and satres across the safehouse. Slowly tilting her head to the side, eyes flicking and taking in everything now. Something... feels... very off and wrong about all this... and yet very familiar to Julia. "Mmm..... I hope you brought more groceries..." trying to get the figure to engage more. Puzzling. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' This Batman hardly gets a kick out of it. This Batman doesn't hold the same level of affection for Julia that the previous had. None of that translate well into body language hidden behind the drape of a black cape, though. The figure stands in the corner of the room staring through the darkness at the woman laid on the couch reading, of all things, a tablet. As if this were a vacation. The files had been rather extensive on Bruce's progress with Stockholm, but the purpose was, as most things with Bruce are, very vague. "Next time." Said in as much a sympathetic voice as auto-tune allows for. "How are you otherwise?" Babs hadn't seen Julia in person since that night.. or at all since the nights that followed.. all of which was before she escaped from Arkham. 

:'''{{#var:7698|Stockholm (7698)}} has posed:''' If by escaped you mean actually broken out of Arkham this time by Batman of all people. I mean sure 'Matches'. Julia tilts her head. "Mostly good. Totally healed. Mostly ready to get on with the job you hired me for and getting my freedom and dog back." The thing is, it isn't just body language she is watching. It is the ... feeling... and this feels familiar but not.. right. Also those complicated feelings about her being out of Arkham and being on vacation. She isnt a telepath or even a normal empath but everything here is different than the Bats visits and 'Matches'. "How soon are we going to be ready?" she explicitly doesn't mention Bane yet. Watching. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' The shadowy figure doesn't move much, but Batman rarely does. Nothing he ever needs to do needs to be done until it needs doing, so why move? Babs watches Julia just as closely. She knows, how the woman got free of Arkham, but escape is escape no matter who turned the key. "Soon. The time table is shifted. Situation is changed. And there's other variables to consider. You're ready now? The next few days?" Weighing the options of what Julia isn't revealing against what she knows the woman knows. A lot is said by what someone isn't saying. She's neither a telepath or an empath, but she is a detective... trained by the Batman. 

:'''{{#var:7698|Stockholm (7698)}} has posed:''' Julia shifts on the couch, but the most dangerous thing in here is either plastic cutlery or the stuff in Batman over there's belt. Which means despite the shifting to sit up more fully, to scoot and plant her ass on the arm of the couch now upright and staring at Batman, how dangerous is the room. "So, why did he send you. Did something happen to him or is this another test of some sort?" vague maybe she is just fishing or maybe she can tell. Maybe it is the fact that nothing in her head is quieting because there is no indomitable will to pattern off of and stamp them down. Barbara may be a detective but she does not have the will that could sunder Superman. Could be a bluff. "Cause it is making me .. anxious .. I have a condition you know and this this isn't good..." Well it is better now then on a tropical island where there are weapons everywhere right. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Barbara suspected it was the case. She's delt with Julia for a long time, the back and forth between them was always.. chaotic. Bruce doesn't seem to have that same effect. Batman steps forward, just a single step out of the corner, "He didn't send me." The auto-tune is gone, replaced by a feminine voice that is probably familiar, in the way all voices can be, but darker.. colder. Batgirl has been through some shit. "Situation is different, but the ends still justify the means. If you want results, you work for them. I'm not him, but I will help you. It'll just require you to help yourself more too." 

:'''{{#var:7698|Stockholm (7698)}} has posed:''' She considers very hard the options. She says no they probably all try to send her back to Arkham and keep her dog. She says yes and the risk is she does something absolutely crazy especially once they really get into tense environments dealing with Bane. She supposes she could probably just break out after 'Batman' leaves but then that still falls back to option 1. "Fuck." she finally says and sighs deeply. She rolls back, off the arm of the couch tucking and landing on her feet so she can stand. Heading to get herself a glass of water it seems though nothing sinister. "I do hope he gave you all the files, including the stuff about my dual interest in Bane then. Because that is an outside complication you need to be aware of. Also.. I still want my dog back from him when this is all said and done." Water is poured and she takes a calming sip. "Are you sure this isn't some sort of game or test.. I mean you... of all the people... " she pinches the bridge of her nose. Focusing. Focusing. Because part of her really wants to mess up Batgirl. Any of the Batgirls. "You know.. maybe this will just show I am as good as you." is what she finally says. Mess up or Beat. It doesn't have to be Beat Up. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' "If that helps you." Batman says, the auto-tune is returned, but mostly to help herself stay in the role. The sound of her voice coming out of this costume is still an abstract that her brain hasn't wrapped itself around. She wanted Julia to know who she was dealing with. It was an olive branch. "I am not Batgirl." She points that out, for the recrod. "I'm Batman. Until I'm not anymore. I'm not here for games, I'm not hear to tap dance. If you want help, I'll help. If you don't.... that's your decision too." "I'll still be Batman when you make it." With all the ramifications that come alongw ith it. 

:'''{{#var:7698|Stockholm (7698)}} has posed:''' Maybe Julia appreciated it. Maybe it just made things more complicated. "Fine." she notes pointedly. "I want to do the job. I want the help I was promised." "It is my decision and ... yeah... no other good decisions.... so there we go. I'll just prove I'm better than 'Batman' while I am at it too." She .. part of her doesn't want to be difficult but they did this to her and she can't help it. Bat Girls .. Bat Women.. they trigger Julia in a way she has never been able to get a handle on. One of two paths. At least she is forcing herself down the less homicidal path somehow. Even without Bruce here..... she has been away from real criminals and Arkham for weeks on weeks now and .. it has helped balance her out some. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' "I hope so. You'll have the help, regardless." Batman says from behind her, watching for a half second longer, and then turning towards the exit she'd used to enter. She doesn't bother masking her exit, the way out isn't easier just because Julia is aware of it and wouldn't be any more difficult for her for knowing it is secure. Coming and going has always been Julia's decision to make. So Babs has to trust that she'll keep making the right one. 
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9917/Crooked Swung A Spider

2019-11-05T06:14:08Z

Werekit: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/11/05 |Location=Morrisania, The Bronx |Synopsis=Gwen checks up on Peter. They come up with a plan. Then crime fighting. Fin. |Cast of Characte..."

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|Date of Scene=2019/11/05
|Location=Morrisania, The Bronx
|Synopsis=Gwen checks up on Peter. They come up with a plan. Then crime fighting. Fin.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen definitely absolutely visited Peter when he got hurt. She studied the toxin in her own lab though after getting the information from the Avengers but didn't make a breakthrough fast enough. Hell she is very glad he seems to be out of his coma and swinging and has send him messages to meet her... hopefully tonight he will and she can worry less. She has the usual sandwiches and is waiting on the usual rooftop watching the evening sky. 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' Spider-Man made a big splash when he returned from his two week hiatus, knocking heads else the criminality of New York forget about him. It came with some hiccups, as all things do, and he had to knock the rust off a little (read a couple weeks worth of cot flab), but he's as good as could be expected for a guy who almost died a little under a month past. The message is received and another sent off that he'd meet her at the usual place. Landing there a short time later with his mask immediately pulled off his head and tucked down behind the thin belt worn about his waist. "Gwen!" Hoping, out of a jog, up onto the ledge beside her. "How's it going?" He's still favoring his right shoulder, even all this time later, so he's not completely healed... but... most people would still be in bed! 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Well she has still been running tests on the crap that was put into him. Not like the avengers gave her updated access and all that other than her quick visit. She hops up to her feet when she spots him and smiles, peeling her own mask. She closes the distance pretty quick and grabs Peter up in a hug, careful of the arm he seems to be favoring. "The hell man.... are you sure you should be out swinging... are you okay.... did the Avengers figure it out?" she will be peeved if they did but she didn't. 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "Oof.." Pete sounds, but quickly breaks into a laugh and closes Gwen in a return hug with his left arm just a touch stronger than the right, "I'm alright, yeah.. I haven't been doing a ''lot''-" Lie. "-Mostly just getting myself back into shape. I was going completely insane bottled up inside for two weeks." Truth. He shakes his head, however, at the last question, "Not entirely. They know it was some kind of neurotoxin derived from a spider in Russia or Eastern Europe, but couldn't isolate how it effected me so effortlessly. I was hoping you'd found something out." So meta. His eyes travel down to the sandwiches, "Is one of those for me?" Always thinking with his tum tum. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen absolutely makes sure it is a six second hug, ah yisss oxytocin release. Then she lets him go and squints up at him through the pink dip dyed bangs. "You are such a bad liar Parker..." is grumbled there. "Also of course one of those are for you... what am I a monster?" with that Gwen pulls out a sandwich and offers it up to him. "Hmmm do they have the name of the spider.. that would actually help me... but yeah I did figure something out. The toxin was .. well it shared a lot with our altered DNA.. which by the way.. our DNA was altered by a very similar spider program... which confirmed a lot for me." she totally has your blood and DNA now. 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "They did.. the Pisaura novicia." Pete confirms for Gwen after the release of oxytocin, the good stuff, proving that a hug a day and not an apple, is what keeps doctors away. "Huh..." Reaching for his sandwich after dropping down on the ledge with next to no fear for the dropping off the edge, "That does make sense, yeah." Rubbing at that spot at the base of his skull, then unwrapping his sandwich in a thoughtful silence. "So it was designed sepcifically for us using our DNA? How? And why... someone has it out for spider persons?" Is that so far fetched? 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen starts to undo the wrapping round her own sandwich there as she plops down to sit on an HVAC watching Peter. "Well of course someone has it out for us... we punch bad guys on a regular basis and send them to prison... usually while taunting them." Bite of sandwich. "I mean a proper rogues gallery of our animal themed villains were involved in you getting stabbed with that spear right?" her head tilts. "I mean someone wanted you taken out specifically.... I think .. maybe with that information about the spider now I may be able to get farther in deconstructing it.. maybe I can make an anti-toxin but yeah.. some jack off got access to one of our DNA samples and made that horror show Peter." 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "I don't really deal punches and quips to brilliant masterminds capable of that kind of gross genetics, though... I mean maybe Dr Connor, but he's basically gone legit, right?" Pete also takes a bite from his sandwich, staring straight ahead as if he might be able to pluck the name cleanly out of thin air if he stares long enough. "And how did they even get samples of our DNA? I'm pretty careful...and I haven't been hurt like that in a long tim-...." This is why you shouldn't chew with your mouth full. Peter's revelation turns into a choking fit that requires almost a full minute of coughing into his elbow before he could ever hope to speak. His eyes are as wide as saucers though. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen watches close enough to make sure Peter isn't about to aspirate to death on his sandwich. "Are you dying... I mean your eyes are very wide...." she squints and reaches out and steadies his shoulder. "Also I said like our DNA... it could have been Miles or that one girl ... it doesn't have to have been from you. It resembled .. it wasn't a perfect match." 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' Finally Pete gets the piece of sandwich up and spits it off the side as if it was the sandwiches fault! That poor sandwich... "Silk, yeah.." He bobs his head, rubbing both hands down his face, "She got captured a month or so back.. some crazy looking Russian dude in all kinds of animal furs.. he beat the hell out of her. I mean..." Hands out wide. "If all he needs is blood, there was plenty of it.. and hers was altered by the same spider that altered me.. so it'd be like winning the genetic lottery as far as Spider toxins go." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen shakes her head pulling her hand back, she is relieved she didn't have to do a heimlich maneuver on him. I mean sure she would have but it would have sucked. "Okay that sucks.. but I mean it definitely tracks with the Russian Spider Toxin.... I mean I have no idea why it was a spider from Crimea though ... I mean... unless the Russian dude just likes Russian themed stuff." "Any idea who he was though other than Russian in furs?" 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "I'm a biologist, not an anthropologist, maybe he was from the crimea.. I don't KNOW!" Pete holds his hands up, one of them holding a sandwich, "He sounded all sassy and russian. Call me a racist, I think in this rare case the shoe fits... they literally all sound the same in Eastern Europe, say I'm wrong." As for other ideas. Pete shakes his head and takes another bite, "I did beat his ass and clown him, though. That's still the Russian, possibly Crimean, guy in furs. Maybe Rhino has finally had enough of my shit and went to night school?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "Well the Russians think Crimea is part of Russia so well.. you assuming Russia is a safe bet Petey..." "I'm pretty sure the Russian if he had access to Silk probably is involved... we should probably ask Rhino.. or ..well shoot who else was kicking your ass that day... the two of us should be able to apply some pressure and ask questions.." 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "Hang on now..." Pete says with both hands up, "First... nobody was kicking my ass.. there were four of them and that'd be difficult for anyone-" Except Tony Stark. "-Second, uhhh Scorpion, Electro, Vulture, and Rhino. Then whoever the sniper with the bolt gun was who put a harpoon through my back... After I totally kicked four super villains asses like a ''boss''..." Said then followed by a bite from his sandwich. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "Okay.. sure sure...." she grins and considers. "Okay out of those four.. who is the most likely to talk if you punch them in the face a few times..." "Or well trick them to talk... maybe a bit of both... I doubt any of those four idiots were the mastermind behind this... so my bet is the person with the bolt gun...." She takes a bite of her sammich next finishing it off. 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "Rhino even said they were hired to attack me." Pete agrees after another bite is swallowed, glancing side long at Gwen, "Probably Vulture, right? Guy's like three hundred years old with arhtritis, he doesn't want to spend the last thirty days he has on earth in prison... I bet if we gave him a proper thrashing and took away his 'old people' medicine, he'd get real loose lipped." At no point did Peter think it was one of those clowns. Has to be an unknown variable he'd not seen before. "Definitely has pretty deep pockets though.. Scorpion doesn't come cheap.. could have gone with Shocker with some ''knock off'' electro too..." He takes another bite and sets the sandwich down beside him, "Alright, I think Toombs got released too, we can go pay him a visit in the retirement home." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "That-a-boy." says Gwen. I mean maybe she shouldn't be encouraging beating up the elderly but she has a very vested interest in figuring out what is going on with this whole spider killing toxin business. She likes breathing. "If that fails we can get one of the dumb ones like Scorpian or Rhino to maybe spill it.... I mean.. it isn't like this is the brain trust though." 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "Toombs is definitely the most likely to have thought the thing out, anyways." Pete points out with a brisk nod. He too has a vested interest in figuring it out. Sure Gwen, Miles, and Silk can take care of themselves, but they're still his responsibility. Mainly Miles. He practically talked the kid into putting on a costume, afterall. "Rhino definitely knows he got paid, but I bet he doesn't know who.. Scorpion would, but is least likely to talk... in english... and Elektro is... an asshole. Seriously, that dude is an asshole. Have you ever had a conversation with him? Me either, he's always making bug zapper jokes and I want to tell him: DUDE... That's for flies you insufferably turd pie." Hands up in a big shrug. "So it has to be Toombs. We'll go put the screw on him tomorrow night?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "Okay I tend to agree with your assessment... I'll also get some of those spiders at work and try to work on an enhanced anti-toxin... we don't know how much more of that stuff whoever got you has Pete." she fishes out a soda now that her sandwich is done and tosses one to you as well. "Tomorrow night sure.... though I doubt Toombs is in an old age home... I mean do they have villain old age homes." 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, I was worried about that too." That there might be more toxin going around. Pete nods slowly and rubs the back of his neck, "We'll figure it out." His hand snaps up without him even looking at the tossed soda and snatches it easily out of the air, "We have to figure it out. I mean, the kids are counting on us Gwen... Think of the kids." Looking up at her with wide, saucer like eyes as he pops the top on his cola. "our little spider children babies that we never had." Slurrrrrrrp. Just trying to make it awkward. "He's not. He's surprisingly difficult to find when he doesn't want to be found... thankfully, they took his wings, so I know he'll be trying to build a new pair soon. If we're lucky and we pray real hard, maybe Santa will give us our Christmas presents early and we can beat up an old guy." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Okay he has succeeded in making it awkward. "Okay but this is just working because Miles might be my fault from one of my experimental spiders..." mostly she is still unsure how it might have got out of her lab but she did end up missing some from the whole batch that nailed her. Damnit. "Okay so we track down people who could be supplying him tech and then find him... got it." she sips her soda. "Want to go beat up some muggers?" 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' Pete finishes his soda in a couple of quick swallows, looks down at the sandwich beside him with just a few bites left, and nods up at Gwen. "Yeah, let's go handle the business." The sandwich is devoured posthaste and he replaces his mask while he's still chewing. It makes setting the electro-sensors that allow the yes to move a little weird and they do some freaky shit until they're settled, but eventually he's ready for work! "Gosh, it's good to be back out, teaming with my be ef ef... If I didn't know any better I'd say we're on the road to a happy ending, Gwen." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Which is the point where Gwen bounces her empty soda can off his head. "Christ! What are you trying to do jinx us with some epic Black Cat stepping on cracks in front of someone's grave levels of bad luck!?" She pulls her mask down now with a deep sgh. "I can't believe you said that Solo." 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "hey! Watch the hair!" Pete swats at the thrown can with a laugh, faking like he almost tumbles off the roof, which they both know he would not and could not do. "I take luck into my OWN hands.. and you should never, ever, tell me the odds." With his mask firmly on, Spidey launches himself up from his seat and swans out into the open air beyond the ledge, catching a line as it escapes his wrist launcher. It sends him tumbling through empty space down the street and the sounds of a suspiciously well placed siren! 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen shakes her head and well she leaves her sandwich bag on the roof, sirens are more important than littering after all. She takes a running start and fires off a web line after getting some momentum and swings after Peter. "Wait for me jerk" 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "This isn't checkers, it's chess! First one there gets to deliver the winning fight quip!" Spidey says over the *THWIP* of his webshooter firing another line that pulls him down a side street where the red and blue likes of the police can just barely be seen chasing what looks like a Ford Focus. 
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9572/Great Ball of Fire

2019-10-14T07:34:04Z

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|Date of Scene=2019/10/14
|Location=Earth (Sol, Sector 2814)
|Synopsis=Samantha meets Carol while blowing up a Meteor. As you do. Carol may borrow Sam now.
|Cast of Characters=7511,244
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' Armagedon.... Deep Impact.... All very questionable movies from 90s about Meteors striking the earth and the disasters that came before and after the event. One definitely more realistic than others. Today though we aren't talking a dinosaur big meteor so honestly all life on earth isn't in danger and this is a world with SuperHeroes right. Though Batman and Superman are MIA Right Now so the Justice League won't be the team responding to the ball of fire and rock blazing a trail right towards the Earth. Canada to be specific and close enough to Toronto to make people very uncomfortable. So while no dinosaurs would be harmed in the making of todays video footage it is enough to get some agencies and earth defending superteam to scramble, mostly those with excellent tracking systems thanks to Stark Tech. Samantha goes running up to the roof of the Triskelion in her SHIELD Uniform and Flight Jacket. "Acknowledged control... Nyx has the flight path... right... not too big but bad if it hits... we will send footage once we are up and near it for a closer look and advice on what to do with it. Current plan is to probably to disintegrate it but yeah I'll wait for orders." As she hits the roof brilliant energy wings unfold behind her made of pure particle beam energy "God my life is messed up..." just to herself and then she rockets off towards the sky and orbit... eventually... she has to wait until she is high enough from the city to go supersonic ... and then in thin enough atmosphere so she doesn't damage herself to get up to escape velocity. It is like a blazing angel of technology ascending from New York though. 

:'''{{#var:244|Carol Danvers (244)}} has posed:''' Alpha Flight's Mackenzie King station keeps a good watch over Earth, although they are mostly concerned about alien menaces from beyond the Moon. When a meteor kicks off the senses, they kind of ummed and erred about it for a while. Who usually dealt with this kind of thing? Superman, right? Wait, no, Superman's missing. Or dead? As the two men working control aboard the station debate it, the meteor comes whirling past into orbit. When in doubt, punch it up to the Director. Carol was, to put it mildly, not pleased. She'd worked hard to get the day off, but there really were precious few options remaining. So, a moment later, on the front lawn of Kara Danvers' (no relation) home, Carol bids the other blonde a fond but hasty farewell and takes to the skies. As she moves, the simple jacket and jeans she wears shimmers to become the more familiar blue and red of Captain Marvel! And so it is that she speeds to a glowing stop not far from Nyx, turning slightly to peer at the other woman from across the way and sort of half-wave to her. She didn't really run into people up here. 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' Samantha is trying to pay attention to what Nyx is doing, which is mostly taking control of the speed and angle of ascent and all that business. Which means she doesn't realize Captain Marvel is there right away. The Kid, well Teenager, looks way to young to probably get a drink in a bar at nineteen, let alone be flying with god knows what energy source those wings are towards orbit. Also either SHIELD is really loosening up on recruiting people or she may be the youngest SHIELD agent ever if the uniform and jacket aren't stolen. One thing she definitely doesn't seem to be sporting is a force shield, the material of the jacket and her uniform aren't vanishing but they are definitely taking some wear from the speed, at least until they get out of atmosphere. Coming down might be exciting in it's own right for heat reasons. Those few reasons left is probably why SHIELD scrambled Samantha while Alpha Flight scrambled Carol. When she does notice Carol she almost veers into a tumble startled. Sure she met a purple.. or was it pink... lantern last time she was up here but... Captain Marvel. Woah. They are in upper atmosphere though or space, close enough to Orbit that Sam slows down to a stop, wings hanging behind her giving a much better view of the energy. It isn't like she was flapping them.. they exist almost more for appearance sake than function. Sam taps her ear and mouths 'comms' to Carol. 

:'''{{#var:244|Carol Danvers (244)}} has posed:''' "Oh, right," Carol mutters, and a strange mohawked helmet manifests itself about her head enabling her voice to crackle through the comms, "Roger that. You're here for the same party I am, I figure?" She recognizes the woman, and her brow knits as she tries to place her. She has a good memory, but the amount of paperwork that pours across her desk for both the Avengers and Alpha Flight is substantial to put it mildly. She knows the face, but it might take her a moment to put the name to it. Besides, they have bigger fish to fry at the moment. "Guess we're working together on this one." 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' Samantha doesn't have any evident earpiece of helmet on really. Her head cocks though when Captain Marvel engages her comms once Nyx captures the frequency and all that and locks onto it. "Damn I hope so, I mean I was dispatched because there is a meteor that would make Canada unhappy .. I mean I hear Toronto is a super cool town... but SHIELD wasn't sure anyone else could respond right now so... um.. here I am." the girl doesn't move her mouth at all, though it is her voice that comes across the comms. It honestly reinforces the whole late teens business. She pauses a moment there, and yes Samantha would probably have crossed a desk. As far as Tony and SHIELD can determine she is being ridden by an extremely advanced Artifical Lifeform that seems to be acting as a Symbiote with the young woman. Either from somewhere in space or perhaps even the future. Teen is basically a walking alien capital ship worth of WMD that Stark hot potatoed right over to SHIELD when she got infected. "I am really glad we are together on this.. I was probably just going to blast it a lot and hope for the best..." 

:'''{{#var:244|Carol Danvers (244)}} has posed:''' "I'll be honest with you," Carol answers, turning slightly to look up to where the blazing light of the meteor grows ever larger in the distance, "I was planning on pretty much doing the same thing. I figure if it becomes small enough rocks, they'll just burn up to cinders on their way down. If Superman was here, he'd probably catch it and throw it into the sun or something. Afraid that's a little beyond me." She holds her hands out to the side, her body immediately beginning to take on a bright glow as the energy within it begins to coalesce in a more tangible and dangerous form. "Follow my lead, I guess. Blast the hell out of it, then whatever's left - smash it to pieces!" 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' Samantha "Acknowledged" then she redirects to ground control "Captain Marvel is here, I'm going to follow their lead on this one and blast and smash." which gets an acknolwedgment. Honestly SHIELD control is happy to defer to Captain Marvel on this. "Okay good to go Captain." the teenager brings both her arms up and around now and squints towards the blazing light out there growing ever larger. The energy that starts to arc and race on her forearms is not repulsor technology or cosmic or photon beams. It looks like partical beam energy ... which is pretty much confirmed to the trained eye as the young woman cuts loose. It is beautiful. Also really destructive in the whole capital ship advanced alien technology sort of weaponry style. The energy source she is packing has to be one hell of extreme to generate that kind of sustained beam. Because it isn't a pulse and then gone it is more a lance of energy that thanks to Nyx's aiming strikes the Meteor and starts to plow through part of it. That thing is not a small meteor though and ... Sam may have managed this on her own.. maybe.. big big maybe..... it is a very good thing she has a lot of help right now to blast this thing. Fiery death isn't something anyone wants. 

:'''{{#var:244|Carol Danvers (244)}} has posed:''' "Good stuff," Carol says loudly over the comms, attempting to compensate for any noise the burst of energy might make, "You're doing great. Keep it up, I'm gong try and hit it from a different angle." That said, Captain Marvel rockets upwards and to the side. She's further away now, closer to the meteor, as she holds out both her hands and lets a blast of her own - a white, photonic beam that lances through the air and crashes into the crust of the meteor. It isn't a once off shot. It's a continued beam which she holds in place, both arms outstretched before her as she attempts to shear the thing into pieces through sheer explosive force. 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' It is working. It isn't thankfully a dense iron meteorite or some even more exotic metal. That would be a punch to the gut really and would make this impromptu team up a lot more tragic. Slowly but surely the approaching ball of death, or oblong of death, is cut smaller. Chunks being sheered off, some disintegrated, and such. "Thanks!" Sam says able to hear just fine over the comms, since they are basically being patched into her head. The young woman maintains that concentrated blast of particle beams, moving her hands this way and than, tagging the incoming object, sheering off a chunk, then moving her hand to blast the shaved off part to smaller chunks and so on. Methodical and trying not to WOOT over the comms figuring Captain Marvel may not appreciate a woot of success. 

:'''{{#var:244|Carol Danvers (244)}} has posed:''' "Yahoo!" Carol calls over the comms, channeling Han Solo as the meteor begins to break apart. Sure, she can be serious when she needs to be but saving Toronto from fiery destruction warrants a cry of success. Besides, she's loves Star Wars ever since she was old enough to understand what movies were. She continues channeling her own energy into the great ferrous monstrosity, brow furrowed, and lips cocked upwards at the corner in a triumphant little smirk. "That's the stuff, kid," she calls, unable to keep from channeling her favorite smuggler it would seem, "Let's blow this thing and go home." 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' Okay well if Carol can yahooo over the comms while blasting a meteor Samantha feels bold. There is a laugh in response and then she gives a woooop cry of joy. "On it!" another laugh and she slices off some more of the great.. well less great and less big rock now. Her eyes narrow and another couple of energy beams lance out .. catching some of the energy fragments like a strange version of superman's heat vision. Honestly the amount of energy between the two of them could probably pop a hole through a mountain, so it isn't too much longer before the thing is broken down. "Nyx says everything left should burn up really!" over the comms as she stops firing. 

:'''{{#var:244|Carol Danvers (244)}} has posed:''' When the meteor is finally blasted to literal smithereens, Carol's hands fall to her sides and she regards their joint handiwork with a self-satisfied little grin. She turns in the air, jetting back over towards Nyx and nodding her head appreciatively. "Glad you were here," she offers, glancing down at the planet far below, "If it were just either one of us, I'm not sure we could've got it before it completely broke through the atmosphere. We don't need football sized rocks falling from the skies at terminal velocities." The name, however, seems to have rung the necessary bells: "Nyx, huh? I thought I recognized you. We haven't met, but I've read your file. I'm Carol." 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' "I am really really glad you were up here Captai... Carol." she corrects herself and then grins before frowning down to the planet in the distance "No one needs meteors.. I mean my track record with them is spotty at best." bemused. Her attention turns back to Captain Marvel. "Of course I have a file.. hopefully nothing too bad in it." she has no idea if the almost start to crime is in there or how much Carol might have access to SHIELD vs. Stark files after all. "Nyx is the Artificial Intelligence in my head... I'm Samantha or Sam... everyone at work calls me Agent Twinning which is great since I'm finally not a probie." a grin. Honestly it is probably a good question what SHIELD even does with the teen, it is a different power scale than most of the problems they deal with as just evidenced. "Not looking forward to the paperwork.. but at least this went much better than that stupid rogue speedster." 

:'''{{#var:244|Carol Danvers (244)}} has posed:''' "Sam," Carol repeats, as though trying the name on for size and finding it agreeable, "Nice to meet you, Sam - and yeah, nothing too terrible. Nothing to make me want to try and throw you in jail or anything like that." She can't help but look a bit thoughtful for a moment, tilting her head to regard the superheroine carefully before she speaks again. "I'll be honest," she continues, "SHIELD doesn't usually truck with someone who's packing the kind of punch you are. Usually they kick that stuff up the chain and let the Avengers deal with it." 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' "Well... I mean Mr. Stark is the one who shipped me off SHIELD after this Coulian Android in his office tasered me.. I woke up in R&D And spent ..weeks being poked and prodded." This is admitted a bit hesitantly. "Assistant Director May and Agent Johnson are my handlers and they gave me a shot and got me some training... they are good people but yeah I don't really get assigned out on any missions so far.. well one but I am not allowed to talk about it." spy agencies. "This was a blast.. no pun intended it ... just boom zap... the one time I fought Sentinels in the park I clipped a couple skyscrappers and that wasn't good. I took out five of the things though." she sounds very proud. 

:'''{{#var:244|Carol Danvers (244)}} has posed:''' "You look like you've got your ducks in a row now," Carol admits, thinking back to the file, "You sounded a little more chaotic in the report." It may be time to reconsider some things. But given everything that's been going on, she's not exactly sure now would be the best time to do something like that. The Justice League down two founders. The problems with Tony that she's noticed but only told Cap about so far. "Sentinels, huh? Yeah, I - " she cuts herself off, frowning slightly and muttering a little bit, "I had a run in with them, too." Not that it was a secret. It was all over the news. 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' "I saw... and yeah I really can't stand them. Nyx was pretty irked by them too. I think they feel they are superior to any sentinel." the teenager laughs. "Maybe we can work together on another mission or something...." okay yeah Sam is hungry to get out there and work and SHIELD, well there aren't a lot of missions for a girl who can take a punch from a Kryptonian or blast Meteors really. "I mean.. not wishing another meteor or anything ... but .. you know... there a lot of problems right now with Superman MIA and all..." 

:'''{{#var:244|Carol Danvers (244)}} has posed:''' "You know," Carol begins, her words trailing off just slightly as she appears deep in thought, "Maybe we can. I've got some ideas - if SHIELD would be willing to loan you out, of course. Maybe we can call it interagency cooperation?" There's no tell as to just what she has in mind, but there's still a faint little smile on her face suggesting that there's definitely an idea of some sort percolating behind her eyes. "So, how would I contact you in that case? Just drop by the Triskelion?" 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' "Well.. hah.. I mean yes that would be very effective but I'll also put in my report that you might want to borrow me for some operations. I mean putting it like that makes me feel like a very overly armed rental car though.. but yeah I am super thrilled at the idea. The teen means it to, grinning. "I'd just put in a request with the Assistant Director's office ... I don't see my Asst Director May would be upset at this idea...." 

:'''{{#var:244|Carol Danvers (244)}} has posed:''' Carol can't help but grin a little at that. "To be honest, I'm thinking more long term than borrowing you for a few missions. But, well, it's something I need to think a little more about. Not so much a problem with you, as needing to put everything in order. Have you ever been to Starling City? Did you like it?" 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' "I mean.. I've only ever been to a couple classified locations and New York City... also Orbit... I mean I've flown since I found out I could fly to a few places in the Tristate area...." yeah she has not gotten out a whole lot yet. She thinks about what Carol said, I mean Skye and May are great but SHIELD has been a lot of paperwork and no real missions for her. Nyx meanwhile pushes Sam's thoughts because this is an interesting avenue to explore for the AI. "I'd love to see it though and do a longer term borrowing if it means more adventure or even Avengers stuff..." there is a pause "God that sounds odd saying it out loud... though I guess saying it floating in space is odder." she eyes the planet. "I do not relish re-entry." 

:'''{{#var:244|Carol Danvers (244)}} has posed:''' "I can't speak for the Avengers stuff," Carol admits, looking a little rueful, "I'll certainly put your name forward, although things are a little - tense right now. All this Superman stuff has us kind of scrambling to make sure we can fill any gaps he might have left behind." She didn't know the man, but she recognized what he brought to the world. "But there's an operation I have more direct authority over," Carol explains, "We have a program for training those with abilities who are still learning to control them, not to mention a lot more action to accommodate your paperwork. I can understand if you don't want to venture too far out of New York, though. Let me see what I can pull together." 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' "Well... in atmo I can do Mach 2 easy without ripping my gear and skin up... so it isn't like I can't get back if I were to be needed or get there." she pauses 'I am very interested though, seriously. Thanks for even considering it Carol." She does this little spin tucking those wings as she does. Those wings look very dangerous to touch way the energy sort of flickers. "I'm going to have to go slow back down so I don't burn up my clothes though... The last time was hilarious for the flight deck and I don't want a repeat." a grin. 

:'''{{#var:244|Carol Danvers (244)}} has posed:''' "Oh, believe me, I know," Carol says with a grin, "Back before I could kind of ... will my outfit into existence? I had that problem sometimes." She lifts a hand to the side of her face, as though whispering low, "Not to mention getting a wedgie when your costume doesn't have leggings. Let's just say there's a reason I switched to the full bodysuit." That said, she waves a hand and begins to drift back downwards, "It was nice meeting you, Sam. I'll be in touch." 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' Sam fires off a salute at the departing Captain. "Thanks, this will make a great report and .. yeah pitty us poor folk who can't materialize costumes...." No seriously that flight jacket is going to take one hell of a beating. Honestly Sam is hard on uniforms. She starts to drift down too, applying reverse thrust once gravity starts to take over so she goes slow and doesn't fireball until she can descend at a safe enough speed. 
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2019-10-14T04:31:07Z

Werekit:

Nyx

2019-10-14T04:30:14Z

Werekit:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Nyx
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=7511
|Img=https://goo.gl/dvpf8g
|FullName=Samantha Twining
|Gender=Female
|Species=Metahuman
|Theme=Original
|Chartype=OC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Formerly Fast Food Cook
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=New York City
|Education=Barely Graduated High School
|Groups=[[SHIELD]]
|Quote="Indescribable... indestructible... insatiable." The Blob
|PAge=18
|AAge=18
|DOB=8 August 2008
|Height=163 cm
|Weight=48 gk
|Hair=Red
|Eyes=Hazel
|Song="Indestructible" by Not Your Dope - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iKljh1Z7ohk
|Profile=Samantha is nobody. No seriously she is like nobody important. She lived in a poor suburb. She barely graduated from a relatively meh High School with grades that couldn't even get her into community college. Her career experience consists of getting fired from a wide variety of fast food places for a wide variety of disciplinary actions. You would probably overlook her doing any sort of research into her background, a lot like everyone else has done in her life. So yeah she is seriously no one special.
 
Well okay maybe it is better to say she WAS nobody special. Things are different now. Night and Day. Black and White. Different.
 
She is about to hit the scene and make a splash.
 
Stay Tuned True Believers.
===Current Player Approved: January 22, 2019===
|Description=Some luxurious and unnaturally red bangs obscure a set of dark hazel eyes. Not just the tips of her hair is done in the red, the rest looks to be a darker dye closer to a crimson and all in all her hair ends shoulder length. Those eyes belong to a cute but very punk styled young person who probably falls somewhere in the mid-to-late teens. Her skin tone has a definite asian cast to it, though at least one of her parents are probably caucasian. Steel glints from multiple hoops and studs in her ears, an eyebrow ring, a stud through her lower lip, and when she talks a tongue stud as well. She stands about five foot four inches, not the biggest but also not the smallest and probably clocks in at 105lbs. She is definitely in good shape and she has the curves to look great if she wanted to.
She has on a pair of stylishly torn tight blue jeans, holes sliced into the right knee and in three different spots on her left pant leg. For a top she has on a black baby doll tank top, it has white text on it 'I'm part of the problem." Her feet are protected by a beat up pair of black and white vans brand sneakers.
|History=Samantha was born in New York City, in one of the poorer neighborhoods of the Bronx names Hunts Point. The youngest child and only girl of a blue collar family working hard and barely making a living. Her dad Joseph "JT" Twining, worked for a steal shop doing fabrication work, and her mom was a dentist's receptionist (not even a dental hygienist). She had two older brothers - Lawrence (Larry) and Thomas (Tom) - both of which escaped the burbs on sport scholarships (basketball and a football respectively). Samantha didn't escape.
 
Samantha, was the one who managed to dead end in the 'crap hole burbs', as she considered their suburb. Had nothing good to say about her parents either. It was never that they are bad people, in reality they are really good people, trying to do the best they could for their kids to succeed. Which meant working themselves into almost constant near exhaustion at their respective jobs. They were a very loving set of parents, going to mass every Sunday as they tried to also bring the kids up in god's good graces. It just didn't seem to take with Samantha.
 
Despite what Samantha became, she an average, good girl until puberty hit her hard, fast, and aggressive. And Samantha did not bloom into a rose, despite developing quite a few thorns. Her mom blamed it on the teenagers Samantha hung out with at school, the punk and goth teens that listened to what Samantha's Mom called 'satanic' music. /Those/ kids, the ones that snuck around their parents' backs, getting piercings and tattoos, and smoking behind the school, ranting about how they were 'not understood' and how much school sucked.
 
Samantha may have been more shy than those kids, but she desperately wanted their praise, to belong with them. Their attitude and her desire for their approval sucked her in and sent her spiraling down in a rampage of rebellion, not caring about either school, grades, or her parents.
 
High school job at the fast food joint? Money for smokes and CDs of the bands her parents hated, originally. But that job suddenly became her life when she took her SATs. Those SATs and her grades made it clear her chances of getting into college were nil. And no matter how she blustered and denied it, it was a shock and sever disappointment that she'd trashed her chance at even a community college. Her senior year was spent living in her parent's basement and coming home each night smelling of fried food and the fast food joint's grease pit.
 
One night while she was trying to just get away from the city and had gone on a dangerous ramble into a park after a rave everything changed. A meteor took out a large chunk of park and nearly her. After picking herself up and making sure she was alive she approached it with as much caution as she could muster (which wasn't much due to her excitement), Samantha found in the meteor crater a very strange metallic egg. Curiousity most definitely got the better of her, because she actually reached out and touched it. It surged to life when touched, covering her hand then starting to spread. There was definitely an entirely embarrassing sequence of flailing and rolling around next. She even grabbed it with her free hand and ended up having it spread on that arm as well. When the dust settled it had sunk into her arms. Leaving her arms looking normal at the moment, but that didn't last. Since then it has caused her hands to change appearance multiple times, from gauntlets of a variety of shapes extending up to her elbows to her normal bare arms to any degree in between.
 
Now Samantha just needs to figure out what to do with it.
|Personality=Rebellious - She is a teenager into the punk culture and rebellion against her parents traditional and Christian morals and upbringing. This rejection of authority in the form of her parents, school officials, and other figures is pretty knee jerk in the girl at this point and will likely be difficult for her to work around.
 
Angry - She is often angry, usually because as far as she is concerned nothing in her life seems to work out right for her. No matter how big a break she gets she has trouble with success and often gets very frustrated and angry as a result. Not the best result for a girl who can now level a building in the process of a temper tantrum.
 
Bitter - She just wants to win, just once she wants to be the best at something. Her brothers and classmates all did better than her. They got all the attention from her parents as far as she could tell (which isn't true). So she is a bitter teenager which honestly how unusual is that. It is partially why she focused so much on the punk movement and fell in with the wrong crowd with the drugs and the raves.
 
Low Self-Esteem - Underneath the anger and bitter rebellion she has low self-esteem which is also bad enough to be one of her flaws. She is hiding her low opinion of herself behind a wall of bluster and anger. She would rather everyone be afraid of her or think she was dangerous and tough then to let someone in and see how worthless she is.
 
Greed - She suffers from the deadly sin of envy. She wants the wonderful things that TV, the movies, and other kid's in school have. She wants to be rich, famous, and popular. She wants to be a success and prove herself and everyone else wrong about her lack of a future. Even if that means she covets her neighbors possessions as her parents would put it.
 
Sweet - Underneath everything she is honestly a very nice and sweet girl. She is a bit socially inept and really at the core a bit nave about how real people think. Underneath that self loathing and bluster she wants friends, she wants love, and she wants acceptance.
 
Curious - Despite her inadequacy with cognitive skills growing up, it didn't prevent the girl from being curious about every old thing in the world. This has usually resulted in serious amounts of trouble for her, but at least she wants to learn.
 
Determined - She is also deep down determined. Most people would call her stubborn as once she sets course she is hard to deter, but really she is determined. Usually she doesn't set course, which is a reflection of her believing she can't succeed. Still if she ever starts to believe in herself or a cause it will be pursued with vigor.
|Abilities='''EMERGENCY TELEPORT'''
 
The alien technology has advanced far enough into the host would not want the project to fall into enemy hands or be destroyed. This would be a last moment emergency teleport to somewhere the protocol considers safe. It cannot be at will due to the strain on the systems and the host unless it is in a dire emergency as determined by the protocols not by Nyx. The range is limited to just under 500 miles. Performing a closer jump is better when you consider system and resource strain, especially when it may be due to dire circumstances. There is also a risk that the jumps can be picked up by sensor and tracking systems.
 
'''ENERGY BOLT'''
 
She is capable of producing highly concentrated particle beam energy from three generation points. The first set is from her arms which are effectively cannons in disguise if one were to peel back the dermal layers. The second set are from her eyes, which may be a form of mimicry due to all of the aliens with eyebeams. The final set are in the form of her wings which are magnetically contained particle beams. When powered up brilliant energy coalesces around the generation source. The intensity of the energy blasts definitely reveals the extraterrestrial origin of the source. Terrestrial armor and protections afford minimal protection from these blasts. A solid blast of the particle beam energy could slice right through an earth origin tank and a sustained lance could melt through a serious bunker door. Hyper-technology, force shields, superhuman invulnerability, and extraterrestrial defense systems afford protection as some of them are advanced enough to cope with the intensity of the blasts.
 
'''FLIGHT'''
 
Nyx has the ability to fly. It manifests as brilliant energy wings from her back, very technology focused in design. The wings are not functional in the sense of regular wings with all of the flapping and propelling but rather are representative of the raw energy being expended to provide the thrust and directional control. They are magnetically contained particle beams when you get right down to it. Nyx's absolute upper limit of flight speed will top out at 1600 mph (Mach 2). Pushing her systems to fast or further might damage her superstructure in atmosphere.
 
'''HYPERCOGNITION'''
 
Samantha is most definitely not the smartest girl. The technology infecting her mind though will be making her progressively smarter in a roundabout way. Her raw level of computational power is what one would expect in an alien computer system built around a human brain and personality though it is primarily harnessed by her Rider AI and not Samantha directly. The system also has an extensive files on a wide variety of extraterrestrial information that the AI has encountered during its currently unrevealed journey through the galaxy. It isn't revealing its purpose but it is definitely exceptionally well-traveled.
 
'''INVULNERABILITY'''
 
The Alien materials that are now spread throughout Nyx's system were designed for strength and resilience. It's easily tough enough to keep Nyx safe from any commonly foreseen dangers, such as chemical, fire, poisons, anti-organics acids, as well strong kinetic blows of the full wide range of common ballistics (immunity to small arms fire, grenades, and RPGs). Suffocation from drowning or lack of atmosphere isn't a problem as her lungs are not really functional in the traditional sense these days. Supernatural, extraterrestrial, and superhuman sources of injury have variable degrees of success depending on the origin and potency. Additionally, the Alien Tech is a hardened system, keeping it from being affected by normal magnetics and she is very insulated against normal electrical hazards. Extended exposure to metal corroding acid is a very real danger to her however as it can eat through her dermal systems and weaken her superstructure. Extremely powerful attacks or incredible amounts of damage (such as nuclear weapons or massively powerful energy blast) that would destroy her outright could potentially end her existence before the teleporter can kick in if her systems didn't see it coming. Temperature extremes range from mucking with her systems from -75C through 1200C and pretty much stopping her cold (haha) at liquid nitrogen (-210C) through melting titanium alloys (1660C).
 
'''SENSOR SUITE'''
 
She has gained some typical cybernetic sensors. Infrared, night vision, radio/microwave receivers, radar, telescopic, microscopic, and the like. All the basic sensors that a cybernetic life form with alien technology would have. This includes targeting and tracking systems that give her a much better chance at threat assessments and hitting what she is trying to shoot in the form of a heads up display (HUD). Of course having the technology doesn't mean having the training or understanding to use it.
 
'''SUPER STRENGTH'''
 
She is incredibly strong by any human standards. She doesn't have an ounce of weak human musculature, or even strong secondary musculature of an animal. No she is an alien weapon platform enhanced with rare alloys and an extremely dense techno-organic musculature. As a benchmark she could manage to heft and launch a semi-truck with fully loaded trailer at this point. Her upper limit is 50 tons.
 
'''TECHNOKINESIS'''
 
This is the very handy ability to control and interface with computerized technology coming from the innate abilities of the AI. She can't interface with the technology at range unless it is on a wireless network; instead she would have to touch it to control or interface with it. When she is in contact with the technology within her capabilities there is little limitation to the control she can exert over it. She can easily tackle just about any typical or mundane system due to the highly advanced nature of her infection. More advanced technology either represents a significant challenge which involves more a realistic level of time or effort, or would prove outright impossible. She may be able to take control of a Department of Defense computer if she was touching it with enough time to work through the security and didn't care about setting off every alarm in the place, but she would simply not be able to take over an artificial life form or similar AI computer system no matter how much time she spent.
|Skills='''FAST TALKING'''
 
Samantha has a lot of experience talking her way out of problems. Excuses. Misdirections. Deceptions. Lies. Most of them honed against employers, teachers, and her parents. Still she is good with slinging them out without obvious tells.
 
'''LANGUAGES'''
 
Samantha could barely get through High School Spanish class as her required language choice. The hitchhiker though has encountered a crapload of them and has the ability to assimilate them rapidly. Sam is a polyglot though she will be quite shocked to discover it.
|Resources='''FAKE ID'''
 
Of course the only thing fake on the ID is the fact it says she is 21.
 
'''SUBURBAN LIFE'''
 
Her current employer is Big Belly Burger. Her current financial situation is dire and fueled minimum wage and unpredictable schedules. Her current residence is the finished basement of her parents house (which at least has an exterior entrance so it is more of an in-law suite.
|Weaknesses='''ALIEN TECHNOLOGY'''
 
The protocol in the alien technology has its own plans and is actually quite malignant. For the most part it is just subtly influencing, whispering, and tilting events as well as Nyx's actions towards the long term goals. It does this by making things seem like a good idea and Nyx's when they really are neither. The protocol goals are that of conquest, what other goals do these things usually have. The program could be overcome by someone with extreme skills and specialty, turning it off. The kicker is of course the fact the base program is the base program and shutting it off or diverting it and freeing Nyx in no way guarantees it can never turn back on again.
 
'''EMP BLASTS'''
 
Everyone has to have their own kryptonite it seems. Unsurprisingly (which is a pain in the ass) EMP Blasts are a real show stopper. The hitchhikers systems get really fritzed out. Samantha increasingly needs those systems to be functional (little things like moving). An average blast takes about a minute to recover and reboot from. Stronger ones take a cinematically appropriate amount of time for repairs and recovery.
 
'''ENERGY CONTROL'''
 
Energy Control and Energy Drains are pretty effective (in that order). Her energy supply is abundant but those who can control the ebb and flow of energy itself can easily swamp or starve critical systems. Depriving her guns or flight of power of course is one thing. Shutting down her core could damage the girl not just the hitchhiker. Those with energy draining abilities have it a bit harder as the source of energy is increasingly abundant. That said she is one hell of a snack and battery for those types of people which could prove complicating for Nyx in whole other interesting ways.
 
'''GREED'''
 
Her family is pretty poor and she has never had anything really nice growing up. She never had a pony, and to be honest never really had more than one my little pony. She never for a day of her life ended up with brand name clothing and by the time she was in her teens was quite adept at shop lifting or hitting good will for her punkish attire. Now that she has been presented with what to her at least seems like unlimited power or even god like power, this makes being a good girl very difficult. When one can finally take everything one ever wanted or dreamed of from the world by force. Staying good and trying to not break the system in the process will prove troublesome. Deep down the girl does want to be a good person of course and she will try to resist the greed whispering about there being an easier way. Whenever things get hard, or frustrating, she will have to struggle not to just give in and take the easy way out.
 
'''HACKING POWERS'''
 
While she may have TechnoKinesis herself that doesn't mean she is immune to that power suite or hacking. The systems are defended by a malevolent alien AI but it is not infallible or knowledgeable of all tricks. There is serious potential a skill hacker could hack her systems. Perhaps they trigger the emergency teleport and take her away from the field of battle. Maybe they just mess with her sensor suite and trick or blind her. Perhaps they cut out the flight and cause great chaos. Technokinesis is likely to just work while the hacker would need to be pretty skilled but this is definitely not something Nyx is immune to in any way.
 
'''INHUMAN HEALING'''
 
Nyx is invulnerable right. The problem is that while she may be able to survive a whole range of threats and injuries there is the twist. If she loses her arm or suffers damage to her organics, it will be replaced by materials from her environment (either directly through absorption by the alien technology or by forcing her to consume things if there is a need for more subtly. The technology can of course camouflage itself with an overlay of 'synthetic' skin just as it can reconfigure itself. This slow replacement of organic components (skin, tissue, muscle, bone, and potentially more) is definitely alien technology (cybernetic/techno-organic). Basically every gunshot or bone break will be one step further from humanity.
 
'''LOW SELF-ESTEEM'''
 
She is a teenage girl who doesn't really believe deep down that she has a future. While she is cute she never was a cheerleader or a popular girl so she doesn't really understand the world of boys actually being interested in her. She was never the smart girl in class so she doesn't really understand being appreciated for what she could add to conversations or group projects. All in all she really does have a very low self-esteem at this point. She has always hid her low opinion of herself and her capabilities behind bluster and bravado, pushing others away who got more than being casual friends and not letting anyone in very close to her. Friends are all well and good, but anything other than casual friends is likely a foreign concept to the girl. The low self-esteem and lack of social adeptness also makes her vulnerable to manipulation by the charismatic or manipulative. Deep down she really does want someone to find value in her, to tell her she has done a good job, and shower attention or affection upon her.
 
'''SUB-PAR EDUCATION'''
 
Sub-standard and public education. Basically she got grades that wouldn't get her into community college so don't expect a lot out of her in this department until the hyper cognition kicks in.
 
'''UNSKILLED'''
 
Samantha is not a prodigy trained from birth in advanced alien technologies and weapon systems. She has no idea of her limitations. She has no idea how to really fight with skill. She has no idea how to shoot a gun without the targeting system. Can she learn all of this, yes of course, but she has a whole lot of training to do. She needs to be trained, and conditioned. She needs to learn how to use restraint with her new found strength and the sheer forces with which she can accidentally interact with the world. Handing this much hardware and firepower to Nyx is a lot like handing over an assault rifle to someone in the dark ages, sans instruction manual of course.
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9532/And Where Have You Been

2019-10-11T08:14:45Z

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|Date of Scene=2019/10/11
|Location=Ellie's Room (East Halls), Xavier's School
|Synopsis=Ellie comes home with a black eye and news of how she is managing the curfew and buddy system. Noriko seems imopressed? Maybe?
|Cast of Characters=281,1435
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' I mean sure Ellie has been around for class, and when Nori and her made specific plans, and all. she isn't a totally shitty girlfriend. But since she solved the whole buddy system and curfew problem for herself the other day... well she has been taking advantage of it. It is late on Thursday and a black portal just ripples into existence hanging suspended in the middle of her room and she steps out looking ruffled. "So creepy awesome" is muttered. She has a black eye too, worth noting. 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Nori isn't a jealous woman by nature. She's kind of coded against it, really. Her whole DNA structure is for ''trust Ellie'', but there's a line man.. and Nori does a ''lot'' of drugs. So she's takent o sleeping in her girlfriends room, rather than her own. Not necessarily stalking, but it kind of is stalking, even if she doesn't want to think about the fact that she's lowkey being a stalker. When the portal opens and Ellie appears with a black eye... Surge's are narrowed, "The fuck?" It is a loaded, multiphasic question. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' The shadowy portal swirls and closes behind her without a sound. Creepy. Also I mean Ellie isn't really surprised Nori is here, but then she hasn't told her how she was getting in and out yet. "Hey luv." she says with a grin, shrugging her jacket off and tossing it in the usual spot on the chair and then bending down to work her boots, working the laces and hopping a little bit. "I got news". 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Nori's eyes move over Ellie, pushing up on her elbows, then up onto her butt to dangle her feet off the side of the bed. "I... okay.. yeah, totally, black portal was real then..." Rubbing at the back of her neck, she just kind of assumed it was a dillusion, that would not be at all out of the scope of the asians reality to imagine a swirling black portal in her girlfriends room. "On a scale from one to free sandwiches, how good is this news?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Nooo.. not imagining it at all... so like . I mean it is pretty magical but no not imagination...." she laughs "What are you on right now Nori?" amusement. "Um... maybe three free sandwiches?" 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' "Just some shrooms..." Nori confesses without even considering the implications of doing so, sitting on the edge of the bed facing Ellie with a grin. Her electric blue hair dangling around her face out of the usual spikes. "Okay, super creepy, but definitely real... go. Three free sandwiches good news... Go." She finally reaches out, though, gripping Ellie's hips, "Kiss me. Then go." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Shrooms.. okay I see why you were not entirely sure if the portal was real or not...." She wiggles as she is drawn in by Nori and laughs again then leans down and kisses her girlfriend hello. "Hi there.... oh.. right... sandwiches.. damn now I am hungry..." she frowns. Mostly she is drawing it out and teasing Noriko. "So I got permission to not need to be babysat when I go to Titans tower if Raven.. she is the spooky goth magic user... opens a gate between here and there so I just teleport. Well her or Vorpal but his gates are more like alice in wonderland rabbit holes and I really prefer spooky goth magic.... and I guess the good news is they aren't going to vote me off the team because I can show up for some training still." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' "On a scale from one to free sandwiches, how jealous should I be about spooky goth girl?" Nori is mostly joking. She knows how awesome she is. "When do I get to be part of the Titans, man? I've actually started going to /class/, babe.. do you know how much that hurts my soul?" She grins, flopping backwards dramatically onto the bed and looking down/up at Ellie. "That's cool though... that you get to travel in black portals that seem pretty much designed to fucking destroy my sense of what's real." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie tilts her head and then boops you right on the nose before you flop back dramatically. "I'd say 0... I mean she is hot... spooky... and has dark magic but she is also really goth.. like weaponized goth. I'm pretty sure her gender identity is Dark Magic and I'll stab you if her sexual orientation?" A shrug. "She is a good teammate though for sure." the dramatic flop is examined. "Well. I want to bring you by and introduce you to Stardust for sure." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' In all seriousness, Nori was kidding, even now grinning at Ellie, "Weaponized Goth... I dig that." Sitting up to grab Ellie and then falling back to pull her along for the ride. She turns on the bed and props her head up in her palm facing the other mutant, "Who's Stardust? Also, who's Vorpal? Why does he have Alice in Wonderland portals?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Well boots are off, still mostly clothed, but no spikey jacket and boots so she lets Nori pull her down for a hug and onto the bed with a laugh. "Lets see... well I've been handling our social media accounts one sec..." she digs out her phone and opens up the official Titans website and then flicks along to open up Stardust's bio page. Basically this is what superheros with merch deals would have as a website. "Okay she can fly and has super strength..but mostly she is like impossible to damage from what I can tell." pause "Also pretty hot." Then she flicks over to Vorpals entry. "And he is basically the cat from Alice in Wonderland.. he does magic and it is all wonderland themed... he may be crazy...." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Nori curls up a little closer to Ellie to get a look at these profiles as the other flicks through them, offering little bobbing head nods of agreement, "Yeah, she fine doe... So is he from a particular point of view, I guess. I don't want to be exclusionary." Grinning, she flops back and tilts her face over to look at Nega, "Wait, do you have a profile on that thing too? Lemmee see!" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Nope.. I am an associate Titan still. Also there are some bad guys they have talked about using me as a secret weapon against them since they don't seem to know I exist yet." she laughs and then fiddles going to another profile. "So this is beast boy.. movie star.. and also green.. can turn into any animal.. cute..." Another flip around "And this is Raven, the weaponized goth I was talking about.." showing Noriko a picture of Raven. 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' "Oh hello.." Nori reaches for Ellie's phone when she flips to Raven, settling it down so they can both look at it, "She really /is/ fucking hot isn't she? Shit balls.." Kind of half nuzzling up to the other mutant with her phone held back out, dangling from thumb and index knuckle. "I can imagine they do... want to use you as a secret weapon, I mean. Fucking badass bitch whipping out her bomb cock on badguys is pretty much grade-a spank bank fantasy for ninty percent of my dreams." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' There is a snicker. "Yeah she is hot .. but damn best not cross her or she may just port you into space is the impression I get from her." She steals her phone back and tosses it onto her charger pad on her nightstand and then rolls back around to hug Nori. "But I'm all yours Princess." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Nori smirks and runs her palm along Ellie's shaved head, then drops her arm around the back of her neck, "I can send you to space too." She says entirely too suggestively, but also equal measures playful. "You know I'm not a jealous person, right?" She asks quietly, suddenly serious. Nori is ... never serious. "I got worried. Which I also don't do. Not that you'd left me or whatever, just /about/ you. You're my girl, Ellie. I'd be lost at this fucking school without you. I'd just be lost without you." Mushy shit actually makes her skin crawl and she shivers a little because of it. "I love you. Send a bitch a text, let me know you're a live while you're fighting whatever the fuck it is Titans fight. Off being a badass super hero while I'm doing homework.. you should be ashamed." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie tilts her head to the hand run along it and then blinks. "Uh" yeah that is a lot more mushy than she is really use to. Then the save about sending a bitch a text. That prompts a laugh. "Okay ... I'll own that and I should have done that... and I haven't fought anything yet just training in their dangeroom. Got the black eye from a hard light hologram... which I am surprised you didn't mention." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' "You look like a badass, I thought you did it to yourself." Nori doesn't even skip a beat, grinning at Ellie, arm draped across the other girls shoulder in a way that lets her fingers kind of spider crawl at the base of her neck. Not unlike someone plucking at a guitars strings, really. "I mean, I know what this is right? We're at a school for ''gifted mutants'', but is anyone surprised that Cyclops is sometimes seen on TV fighting shit? Fuck no.. I figured... you're okay... so..." One shoulder bounces. Brown eyes flicking around to look at said black eye, "Did you kick its ass?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "I am just surprised that the Titans also have a danger room.. I wonder if the Avengers do as well..." "Also yes I kicked it's ass but it got a punch in... I really need Professor McKoy to make me a bulletproof costume though I think too..." "Also if I gave myself a black eye I would be a dumbass not a badass...." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' "Nah, it depends on the story you tell about the black eye.." Nori says with a smirk, drumming fingers against her cheekbone, "If I trip and bust my elbow, best believe I'm telling everyone I fucking beat some big assholes ass, but he got a lucky shot in." Then she's quiet, half grinning. "Yeah, you're right, shit wouldn't be very badass at all, but it sounded good in my head when I thought it." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie grins "you are so high..." she notes and then she leans over and gives her another surprisingly tender kiss considering her rep. "Love you goofball... " 
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9325/Lessons Are Important

2019-09-26T05:51:45Z

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|Date of Scene=2019/09/26
|Location=Barbara Gordon's Apartment, Clocktower
|Synopsis=Barbara proves to be an insideously good motivator of teenagers.
|Cast of Characters=8868,58
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' There is a slash of purple and pink colored smoke as Charlie, aka the glorious and talented MISFIT, appears in the living area of the Clocktower breathing really hard. Her domino mask is almost askew and her cape if ripped where the gang banger knifed at her as she battled them. "That..." pant "Was... intense.... I can't believe there were two more of them inside the warehouse... I mean.. crickey how many of them were there!?" Well they are all unconcious and ziptied now at least and she is home safe. Though it was .. intense for a minute there. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Oracle slides her headphones off around her neck as she slips out of the chair up in the loft as Charlie appears in the center of the living area. The clock-face window is opac, but with a press of a button on the carried remote, it begins to become translucent enough to allow ambient moon-light to spill into the otherwise dark room. "You did good, anyways. I want you to go back over the recording later and tell me six things you could have done differently." Said with a little grin as she pads on barefeet towards the kitchen beneath the loft. "Have you eaten?" Asked over her shoulder. Babs is wearing workout pants and a tanktop. Her red hair is all bundled up into a long ponytail hanging down her back. "And have you done your homework?" 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Charlie spins around whirling her cape around her as she does, someone got a bit of a second wind going thinking about the fight. Well that or she still has a huge dump of adrenaline. She will be wiped out later perhaps. "That was amaazing... um.. hmm.... I can tell you without looking at the footage that I probably should have counted all the gangsters I beat up and left for the cops .. in case one gets away.. so we can hunt them down for dark vengeancing..." She peels her mask off and bouncs starts to get the cape and gloves off. "I'm starving and... no I have a little homework left to do..." 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' "Yes, you should have.. but you should have counted them before you engaged." Babs says from the kitchen, pulling a tupperware container from the fridge to start dishing out chicken parm brought over by Alfred earlier in the evening. She pops it in the microwave and sets it to heat and grabs a bottle of juice in one of those reusable cups. It's the kind of juice she has to shake to keep the sedament from settling down on the bottom, which means it's probably good of ryou. "You shouldn't just go into a situation half blind, Charlie. I know you have powers that the other Bats don't have, and I'd never tell you not to utilize them, but if you're precise... you wont have to." The redhead says, waiting against the counter for the buzzer to let her know the food is finished heating. "You did do great though. I can see your training is starting pay off." 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Yeah the compliment just as the kid absolutely glowing, not literally but man she eats up the praise and acknowledgement like nobody. "Well I didn't use them at all until those other two popped out of the warehouse.." she points out as she walks to the room she is using at this point. "I mean... how am I supposed to count them before I engage if they are hiding inside stuff.. I don't have x-ray vision." she pauses "Does batman's and batgirl's fancy cowls have x-ray vision!?" and she is off in her room, probably changing. Which is confirmed when she pads back out of the room in a clean tshirt and pajama pants. "That smells great!" 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Babs rolls her eyes and shakes her head, but she's grinning despite it. Standing with her hip up against the counter and her arms crossed over her tanktop, "You wait.. if someone leaves, you tag them.. it isn't about numbers or how fast you can end it.. It's about doing it safely. You have powers, sure, and like I said... it makes you more plyable in an adaptive combat scenario, but you still have to use your most powerful weapon too." DING. Babs pulls the plate out of the microwave and puts both drink and food on a tray that she carries out into the living room. "Your brain." Motioning for Charlie to have a seat on the couch, tray held out to her. "You're smarter than they are... you can get where they cant and watch where they wont look. Patience wont hurt you, Charlie.. The fight will still be there after you're certain what, and how many, you're fighting." "It is good." It's tacked on. "Alfred makes a mean chicken parm." 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' "I was eighty percent sure you were going to say my brain... I thought maybe .. like twenty percent that you were going to say grit or courage or something... but brains.. that was definitely top of my list for most powerful weapon..." she sort of rambles amiably as she heads to the living room watching the food be delivered that way. Which means her butt is in that sofa pretty quickly, though not using powers or cheating. She still isn't entirely comfortable with using them vs. using her fists really. Despite ..well .. having to when she got very outnumbered. "Well patience would hurt in maybe a hostage situation.. but I get what you mean..." she mmms eyeing the juice suspiciously. "It is just .. very hard to wait sometimes..." she admits sheepishly. "Also why does that old British guy keep bringing us food sometimes?" 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Babs snorts into a quiet laugh and hands the tray off to Charlie, "Don't skip the juice. It's a power drink, everything you need to get your muscles the needed nutrients... you could have honestly just drank one of those... Batman prefers them to food..." Rolling her eyes as she too drops down into the cushion. One foot up as she turns to fold it beneath her. The remote for the television is summoned up from the table, held out towards the massive flat screen to turn it on. As usual it's on a new station until she flips over to something more entertaining to play in the background. "Mmm? Oh, Alfred?" She laughs quietly, shrugging with her head tilting towards her shoulder. "Many years ago I use to live up at Wayne Manor while my father... only for about a year though... but I kept in pretty close contact with Alfred and Bruce. Kind of like a sarogate father... You were up there for the auction right? Maybe sometime I'll take you for dinner." Musing, glancing sidelong with her lips quirking off to the side. "I think you'd like Bruce.. maybe Damian too... Dick, if he's there, but he never is as much as he use to be." 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' The juice is still given a suspicious look by the teenager, well until she is told that Batman prefers this juice to actual food. She picks it up an takes a big sip testing it out. Trying to figure out if she lieks it and if she could replace food with it in a pinch. "Oh.. yeah... I didn't meet him at the charity party. I tried to bid on a couple things like you told me to... mostly the training with Captain America and The Wasp.. but ...I had no idea how much money people were bidding and got distracted talking to the Teen Titans that were there.... so I got very out bid." "I did meet Mr. Wayne though." she eyes you as she takes a bite of the chicken now. "He said hello and reminded me he was friends with you." she squints at you. "It was... rather obvious I guess as long as someone knew how I ended up living here." 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Babs cants her head and holds her palms up when Charlie tries the juice, "It doesn't taste amazing, but it really is good for you.. I use to hate them." She admits. Now she drinks several of them a day, but then again she has the diet of a diabetic. Cereal and sugary snacks.... at least she use to. She's done a lot better about that since Charlie moved in. "The most important thing is that you tried... and, as it turns out, I did bid on something. By proxy, I told Bruce how much I was willing to bid and won." She eyes Charlie mischievously, "I didn't buy it for me though." Her feet uncoil from beneath her, hooking out to cross upon the black iron corner of the glass topped center-piece table. Her finger link together beneath her ponytail, "How would you like to be Yarl for a day at Club mjolnir?" 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Charlie continues on her chicken parm while she watches Barbara talk through it all there. She is honestly pretty obvlivious to the whole beter diet just because she is around. I mean as far as she knew you were a saint of nutrition and all that. "Ooh.. I figured Mr. Wayne just wanted to be treated like royalty." she pauses and then considers the next bit there. Honestly it isn't the instant excitement but rather thoughtfulness. "The owner.. Miracle Elle right... she had Mr. Wayne introduce herself to me.. and she said I had an interesting aura and then extended an invitation for me to come to Club Mjolnir actually. It was a little wierd... maybe you could be Jarl and I could come?" 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' "If that's what you want. Have you heard the stories of what she did?" Babs wonders, turning her head against the pillow of her palms to face Charlie. If nothing, she's supremely good at distracting questions away from uncomfortable answers. Bruce Wayne, training, Babs living there. "I also got this invitation to go to Themyscira.. not sure if I mentioned it. Diana Prince came to visit with Stephanie... she found some ancient artifact weapons and armor in an auction that she was going to add to Tim's museum.." More people to introduce Charlie to, "They turned out to be Amazonian weapons and armor... so she invited Stephanie and I to Themyscira... and I figured, if you wanted, and you did pretty good this semester.. you could come along." 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' True, though Bruce did it to test to see if Charlie could put it together. So it is bound to come up again later and probably more directly at some point. "Okay. That would be amazing. I mean.. Wonder Woman.. the Island of the Amazons..." she narrows her eyes "you are getting pretty adept at this whole bribing teenagers to get good grades really.... it is a bit spooky how good." 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' "I had a good teacher." Babs lounges backwards, yawning despite not really being tired, and grinning off to the side at Charlie. "Besides, if all parents had the ability to offer these things, we'd have a lot smarter kids running around, wouldn't we?" She bobs her shoulders, bouncing her hair, and looks back up at the television. "So, I'm thinking As and Bs should suffice for going to the Island of Amazon's... but I'd be willing to sweeten the deal if you could bring in all As.." 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Charlie has polished off the food at this point, she eats like food is going out of style. Though she did spend several months homeless so it may have something to do with it right. She leans to set the tray and plate on the side table by the couch now. "Insideous... are you sure you were batgirl and not some sort of dastardly supervillain before retiring in your clocktower lair Babs?" 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' "Maybe I still /am/ a dastardly supervillain!" Babs 'mwahahahas', but her ''mawahahaha'' definitely needs work. "I wanted to learn for learnings sake, but not everyone has the inclination to bury themselves in books without insentive. I think you're a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for." She shrugs and settles back into the couch. One hand moves to bring her headphones up over an ear, then lets it drop after listening to the comm chatter between officers. "So if I can encourage you to learn, by offering insentives, that's doing right by you.. You might think you always want to be a vigilante... lord knows I thought it.. but maybe you wont. And I'd very much like for you to have a fallback plan if you don't." 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Charlie laughs at the absolutely bad mwahahahahs. She shakes her head in mock disbelief. "Don't buy it.. you are friends with Batman and he is a good judge of character I think." teasing. "As for motivation..well like I said you have it down .." she finishes her juice then slips to her feet to bus her tray to the kitchen area. "I don't know what I would want to fall back on. but I get it." 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' "Is he?" Babs wonders allowed, but shakes her head out of the thought. Not the time, not the place. She watches, instead, Charlie pick up the tray to carry it back into the kitchen with a grin. Small steps, little tiny baby ones. "You're young, yet. I didn't know I wanted to be a world class hacker with a multi-million dollar security firm when I was your age either.. I just wanted to run around kicking badguy ass like Batman and Robin." Her feet drop down off the corner of the table so she can sit up in the couch to rub both hands down the inside of her eyes. Pushing against the crease near her nose, "Wasn't until after I'd done that for a few years that I figured out it isn't as glitz and glamor as I thought... but..." She shrugs and pops up to her feet in a little hop, "It's Gotham, so you get what you pay for." She's headed back up to the loft that connects to Charlie's room, "Finish up your homework and I'll load the training program on the computer. Once you're done, I'll let you play around with that for a few hours before you have to get ''at least'' a few hours sleep for school." 
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9316/Trouble with a T for Titans

2019-09-25T06:23:16Z

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|Date of Scene=2019/09/25
|Location=Lobby, Titans Tower
|Synopsis=Zach Zatara, Robin, and Danger help scope out Negasonic's sketchy birthday presents.
|Cast of Characters=281,973,1693,7465
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' The towers systems will alert anyone who is paranoid or just wired in that Negasonic has entered the lobby. Along with an unidentified person. That unidentified person is easily six and a half feet tall, built like an ox. He is basically a giant among men and could easily be mistaken for a Russian Bodybuilder in the Olympics. "Ugn... okay so .. I do not see why you can't wait in the car Piotr. I mean I am right here. Things are fine." there is a pause "There is totally a waiting area though.. you can.. I dunno read a book or watch a movie on your phone." "Is not so bad Ellie. Is good you meet new people. Make friends, da?" is the reply from the Russian giant. "I entertain self while you take care of whatever business you have with your friends and then we get back before too late. Is school night." There is a groan from Negasonic then she taps her t-comm "Is anyone home that can take a look at what may or may not be a magic doohicky of malicious consequences for me?" 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Damian doesn't comment on com, but very shortly after Ellie finishes asking about some help, Robin spreads his cape and cushions his landing.   "What is it?" He asks, not that angry, just matter of factly. His white eyelets, just for a moment flash wide as he sees a rather unusually large Russian. That flash of surprise, a rare thing to see from the Titans leader, was not hidden by a hood or anything more than his mask, which shows all of his facial expression.   Robin walks at a steady pace to the two, stopping just short enough that he won't have to look too far up to speak with the mountain of a man. "Negasonic." He comments, with a nod. 

:'''{{#var:1693|Zachary Zatara (1693)}} has posed:''' "Did someone say ~magic~?" The voice comes simultaneously from the t-comm and the room at large, and seems to herald the presence of a growing purple plume of smoke that crawls to the lobby's center, expands, and reforms into an impeccably dressed teenage boy with a soft *poof*. "Figured this doohicky out," Zachary Zatara flashes his own communicator to Robin, recognizing him as the leader of the group and probably the one who sent it his way. "And I didn't even cast a spell!" Yes, he's very impressed with himself, for following his elder cousin's advice not to cheat. "What's your issue...?" He doesn't recognize Negasonic and leaves a conversational blank for her to fill with her name. 

:'''{{#var:7465|Danger (7465)}} has posed:''' Walking in, Danger smiles as she has taken on the guise that someone suggested and it is...likely quite weird. She looks fairly similar to Alita. Straight out of the movie. She smiles as she walks in, considering the room and tilting her head, "Someone needed something magical looked at? I have experience with this." She states and nods her head as she approaches Nega as well as Damian, "I once analyzed a being that was saturated with magic down to the cellular level right before he ripped my head off." She nods her head a little. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Well... Ellie definitely recognizes two of the three who answer the T-com but not the third. She glances at Piotr and then at the three who have so far showed up. "Right.. uh... this is Colossus. Colossus this is Danger... and Robin." indicating. "We had some incidents at school recently and no one can go out without a buddy... which is really a pain in the ass. Piotr with his russian accent. "Not pain. Security. Hopefully be over soon da and then we can all get back to doing normal lives." he will pause in what sounds like teacher lecture mode as Negasonic just looks sullen at him. "Nice to meet some of Negasonics teammates, good young heroes." then raise his hand in a wave and then head over to the reception area and settle his frame into a chair. Which is when Ellie turns back to the team members who showed up. "Maaybe magic. It was my birthday yesterday and a couple people sent me some wild presents and ... I want to see if they are messing with me or if they might be the real deal and dangerous if misused." There is a smile to Danger "No one should be ripping off heads...and ..." to Zachary "Who are you.. I'm Negasonic Teenage Warhead.. but you can call me Negasonic like most people...." she waves a hand to where the smoke has wisped away. "Do you do the magicks then?" 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Damian nods to Piotr. "Strasvitya." He comments before the man takes a seat.   Robin looks to both Zach and Danger as they add in their own observations. "One of our newest recruits, he passed the test it seems." He comments on Zach's presence at Titans Tower.   Robin let's the others take the lead on here, for sure Zach has more experience when it comes to magic, even though Damian has fought more than his fair share of magic.   He slips behind the group, just behind them to allow them full access to what it was Ellie brought. 

:'''{{#var:1693|Zachary Zatara (1693)}} has posed:''' "Zachary Zatara, in the flesh," The boy magician approaches and scoffs, "Pffft. Do I do magic, she asks. Did Doug Henning have a cheesy mustache?" A beat. "The answer is yes. It was atrocious," A pair of white gloves float from his pocket and fit themselves onto his slender fingers. "First off, Happy Birthday, Negasonic! I hope you got everything you asked for and more. How old did you turn? You look young. I suppose that's why you're on the Titans." A smile plastered on his face, Zach continues, "Second. Do you have this item? Are they candles? If so, do not blow them out under any circumstances." 

:'''{{#var:7465|Danger (7465)}} has posed:''' Watching Negasonic, she turns for a moment to smile at Piotr and hmms, "You are quite large." She states simply to him before she nods, and looks back over to Negasonic, "It is ok, I built a new one." She nods her head, "Very easy, really." She then looks to the side and hmms, "Oh, not allowed to leave without escort and such. I see. I was once told not to do so as well. I did it anyway." She nods her head, "Apparently, it was the right thing to do or something. I am not fully sure I understood. I met two men, one in a mask with a cape and the other in a mask that moved like an ink blot. They fought a strong lady as big as that man." She nods to Piotr, "They proceeded to hurt her." She then looks back at Negasonic only to notice Zachary's trick and look at it with fascination, "Magic is always amazing to me. Such wondorous things happen in many spectrums when it happens." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "I turned 18.. I'm just not tall... and man if they were candles my bag would be on fire.. where the fuck would I hide lit candles..." she gives Zach a bemused look. "Language!" from over in the seating area, with a russian accent, then the big guy nods to Danger "Da, I am told I am quite large." and he is back to reading a magazine. "Aren't you the guy with the magic streaming channel?" she studies Zach then nods and crouches down slinging her backpack off and opening it up. "Okay item number one, probably maybe not magic but.. eeh..." she pulls out a leather necklace, it has five very large teeth on it, they look like dinosaur or teeth maybe, the central tooth has a ruby in it. "Okay so what do you think about this item... I know a bit but I want the unbiased answer." showing them to Danger and Zachary. Those are not dinosaur teeth. Those are very much not a random thing from a gift shop. Those are quite literal dragon teeth, five of them, and one with a precious stone. There is a legend about that if someone is knowledgable about Greek mythology. "As for the buddy system, I don't want to flunk out or live in detention so I figured playing by this rule .. with all the Sentinels running around.. not to bad an idea." 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Robin keeps to himself, he's seen dragon teeth, but that was about the extent of his knowledge on that matter.   A hand reaches to a pocket on his belt, palming something and keeping his hand at his waist while the others talked. He waited and paid attention to what was going on. 

:'''{{#var:1693|Zachary Zatara (1693)}} has posed:''' "Naturally, you'd have to light them first," Zachary nods, smiling wider, "That is I. What I do there isn't quite the same, as what I figure I'm going to be doing on this team, though. Still magic, if you ask me. Just a different sort. Can I touch it?" If allowed, he comes closer and lets one of the hanging teeth rest on his palm. Whether he is able or not, he hums and begins to pull out his phone and type something in it. "Don't worry, I'm not googling it," He gives Nega a little wink, before regarding Danger for the first time. "You think that parlor trick's cool? Oh, I have sooo much to show you." "Okay, I'm gonna try something," He reads over what he wrote a few times, then slips it back into his pocket. His hands come out, a golden glow pulsing through his arms, as he draws magic from his very soul, and when he speaks again, there is magic, an echo that pushes against reality itself. "Htoot dna walc. Nommus eht s'tsaeb egami!" The spell summons forth a great beast, massive and winged, coiling and quickly stretching out to consume most of the occupied space in the lobby. It is the ancient Dragon, creature of Ares, and it roars. "Just an illusion," Zach chuckles. "I hope." 

:'''{{#var:7465|Danger (7465)}} has posed:''' A blink and then Danger stares at it for a moment. She looks at the teeth and then considers, "They are real animal teeth from an animal that-" She looks to Zach and then up at hte illusion. She considers it, "Yes, that would be a likely candidate for something that would have these teeth." She considers the size of the dragon, "This is very interesting. How do you make such a thing without projectors of some sort?" She looks around and then reaches out lightly and shakes her head, "It is not there and yet it does show up on several spectrums of light." She then smiles at Nega, "Sentinels are an interesting creation but hardly seem efficient." She shakes her head. She then looks back at the illusion, "I still need to further study this. It could be important to future endeavours." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Well Robin doesn't seem freaked out by the young magic type so Negasonic carefully extends the necklace and lets Zach handle it a bit and then watches what he is doing. It sounds really odd listening to someone speak backwards. "Is that supposed to . . o ooo holy shit..." as the illusion fills the whole lobby there and she almost tosses the necklace. She does manage to keep ahold of it in the end and steps back a step looking around. "It better be an illusion or we are totally destroying the lobby I bet in a minute Zatara..." she eyes it "Though.. I guess the necklace is certifiable badass... man Ms. Croft was an odd history teacher." "Study... it for what Daro?" 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Robin uses the distraction of the projection to make his move. He palms what he took out of his utility belt and swiftly and gently slips it into the pocket of Ellie's jacket. He moved with the grace and skill of a master assassin, and back to on the other (right) side of Negasonic.   Robin looks to the necklace and nods. "Badass, yes." 

:'''{{#var:1693|Zachary Zatara (1693)}} has posed:''' "It's an illusion," Zachary says, more firmly, and Danger confirms it. "You know. Just a bit of hocus pocus. You can go away now. Ack. Og yawa." And just as quickly as it came, the dragon vanishes. "Those, if I am not mistaken, are the teeth of an ancient dragon. I wouldn't plant those teeth if I were you, but if you do, gimme a call so I can help kill whatever comes out." His card appears, and he hands it to Elle. Of course, he doesn't notice Robin being a sneaky ninja, or he does and thinks nothing of it. Likely, he's too caught up in his own performance. "The real badass is whoever gave you them." 

:'''{{#var:7465|Danger (7465)}} has posed:''' A look over at Zachary as he explains, she awaits his finish before adding, "I do not know for sure what makes a badass but I do know that those teeth are quite the gift. Planting them should have no effect other than putting teeth in the ground." SHe nods her head, "Though that would be a waste." She nods her head before considering, "Unless that is more of that magic stuff in which case I am unclear. As for study, I should study the magic that is done here and in other places to attempt to ascertain its secrets. That is what I was referring to." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie does not notice Robin being a sneaky thoughtful ninja. She ahs and accepts the card from Zach and looks it over there. "Will do Zach.... and well she was a history teacher at school for a while. Lara Croft.. I am honestly not entirely sure what she is doing these days but good to know I made an impression.. she said they can sow discord or something." Ellie then crouches back down and puts the necklace back in the bag and removes a black box and straightens opening it. This one is easy, it looks like a monkeys paw "Is this for real like for real and four wishes and liable to curse the hell out of me if I use one?" Yes. The answer is Yes. Don't wish on a monkeys paw. "Studying seems legit Daro... not sure if anyone can just study magic though..." 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      "Fuuuuck, who'd you piss off?" He exclaims once the monkey's paw is brought out. He's seen his fair share of closed paws in his journeys.   He crosses his arms and keeps watching for now, though he's tempted to just throw that monkey paw in the garbage, nothing good can come from them. 

:'''{{#var:1693|Zachary Zatara (1693)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, definitely don't do that," Zachary takes one glance at the box's contents, frowns, and closes it. "That's a wiiilld thing to give someone on their birthday. And you mean 'the' Lara Croft? The video game character?" She is undoubtedly more than that, and Zach knows this, but he's also just a teenage boy. Who happens to dabble in the occult. "And I can lend you a few tomes, though magic can be pretty hard to grasp without any inborn talent," He explains. "Still possible, just requires more...scarfices." Turning to Robin suddenly, he asks, "So when do I get my room? I assume you all have your own rooms." 

:'''{{#var:7465|Danger (7465)}} has posed:''' Staring at the thing as it comes out, she considers and stares for a long moment, "An internet search indicates that that is either the paw of an unfortunate monkey or the paw of an unfortunate monkey that will grant you wishes that are typically going to be maligned to make you wish you had never wished them." Danger nods her head and then shrugs, "Either way, I do not recommend holding it." She then turns a little, "I must go and work on things." She then turns and walks back toward her room, pausing briefly to look back, "Oh, and happy birthday." She then walks on. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' The reactions actually say a lot there as she accepts the closed box from Zach. "Well the person who gave me it is the Demon Queen of Limbo... but also a pretty good friend..." Piotr "She not give you anything that hurt you Ellie but perhaps talk to my sister before you go and use it da?" "Aaaanyhow... yeah." she ducks and tucks it into her back. "Also yeah.. that Lara Croft I guess... she taught me world history one semester." a light shrug. "Do we all get rooms?" "Thanks Daro... it was a good birthday... though man our lives are wierd." 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Damian looks fromEllie to Zach and nods. "You do. Some stay here permanently, some use Titans Tower as a secondary home. If I need to be here it is usually easier to sleep here after patrol with Batman." It was no secret that Robin was mostly nocturnal, but he in fact takes two four hour sleeps in the day to keep up appearances as Damian Wayne.   "Demon Queen...sounds like a case for exorcism, I have the means to contact one of the best, if you need." He comments idly, he didn't think well of demons, of any sort. Even his maternal surname. He also seemed to not hear the part of her being Ellie's friend. 

:'''{{#var:1693|Zachary Zatara (1693)}} has posed:''' "Demon Queen of Limbo." Zachary's eyes narrow, like he's not sure if Nega is fucking with him or not. Then the giant Russian is supporting the claim, and he smirks. "Wow, and I thought I've been around the ethereal block. Here you are meeting demonic monarchs." That's one he'll have to relay back to Zatanna if she's not too busy. He looks at Robin, as he speaks, his green eyes lingering a bit on the younger boy's familiar face. Odd! "Noted, fearless leader. I have a few things I should probably move in. Do you guys allow pets? 'Course you do, there's Beast Boy." Back to Nega, he tilts his head. "Any more birthday artifacts of doom?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "My sister is not a Demon, she just rules Limbo. She is good kid. No need for exorcism and she probably cut the poor priests arm off if one tried." at which point Colossus gets up from the couch carefully returning the magazine. "We should head back to school now though. School night." Ellie looks very put upon, I mean she did say she turned eighteen yesterday right. "Ugn... fine.. fine you're right." she zips her pack closed and slings it over her shoulder now. "I'll check out the open rooms next time, that sounds rad... also no offense to Colossus but I'll probably have my girlfriend be my buddy for my next visit. She is awesome." stepping away Ellie pauses "Don't forget Vorpal and no more presents of doom.. just a motorcycle and a nice jacket and some stuff.... so and yeah nice to meet you Zach.. I'll have to stalk your channel a bit more." 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      "Ahh, not a demon. Alright then. But John Constantine is no priest, far from it, she would probably garner more favor if she did cut his arm off." He chuckles before he nods to Ellie and Piotr. "Dasvidanya." He offers, his Russian accent had something to be desired l, but he could speak it, more than hello and goodbye.   Zach's question about pets gets a laugh. "You have not met Goliath, apparently. But he is no pet." 

:'''{{#var:1693|Zachary Zatara (1693)}} has posed:''' "Make sure to subscribe!" Zachary calls after Nega, with a wave. "Happy Birthday, again." "That's a kick-ass name," He remarks to Robin once Ellie and her huge protector leave. "For a loser, anyway." Yeah, he was raised Catholic and knows that story like the back of his hand. "I was asking for Bunny. Not a very original name, but I was, like, ten. She's also not exactly a pet." Not anymore, at least. 
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9104/Enjoying the View

2019-09-07T06:31:53Z

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|Date of Scene=2019/09/07
|Location=Earth (Sol, Sector 2814)
|Synopsis=Samantha is moping in low earth orbit. Carol (aka Star Sapphire) stops on her way back to earth to talk to her. She confirms Sam's worst fears.
|Cast of Characters=7511,28
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' Honestly it is beautiful way up here staring down at the Planet Earth. Pictures don't really do the blue mud ball much justice, especially at night when it is lit up with blankets of lights like a Christmas Tree. Samantha floats there in low earth Orbit, out of the way of most Satellites and stars moodily down at it. At once awe inspired by that beauty, but also morose for some reason just by being up here. Beautiful wings of energy sprout from her back, almost angelic, if they weren't some form of magnetically contained particle beam energy. Adding to the oddity is the SHIELD jacket and tactical uniform she wears, along with the fact she looks to be a teenager. Lot going on here. She likely stands out to any advanced technology, government satellites, watch towers, or advanced power rings with onboard advanced A.I.s and the like. Despite all the heroes on earth this is still an unusual sight. 

:'''{{#var:28|Star Sapphire (28)}} has posed:''' A flare of violet light comes from space as a person glowing that shade of violet appears out of nowhere and is heading right towards the planet - and slows down. Upon closer view, it appears to be a human woman glowing violet, wearing a uniform made primarily of violet and black with a large eight-point star over the chest, with a tiara-like maskm over her face. She raises an eyebrow as she looks at you. "Normally I don't see anyone up here..." she muses softly. "But a very interesting being we have here, don't we?" 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' The approach doesn't go unnoticed, the teenager pivots, one wing dipping thematically as she turns and then floats watching Carol approach. Your ring makes speech possible up here, it isn't like there is a ton of normal breathing people and all that. There is a bit of a smile, though still there is lingering sadness in her emotions. "I imagine Superman.. I would be surprised if Batman didn't have a spaceship... also I think we have a couple.. and alpha flight..." she trails off though looking Carol over. "Violet Lantern Corps... We didn't think they assigned people to sectors like the Green ones, what brings you to 2814?" 

:'''{{#var:28|Star Sapphire (28)}} has posed:''' Star Sapphire shrugs. "I live here. I'm human. I was just discussing a matter of royal protocol with my queen." She shrugs. "Being a princess is hard work." She smiles faintly. "There aren't as many of us as there is with the Greens - but I live here, so here I stay. I got myself this sector." She sighs softly. "I'm trying to identify your tech. It's... very unusual." 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' It is indeed very unsual, there is a lot going on there. The particle beam technology in those wings is much too advanced for humanity, that is capital space ship level technology. The rings scans would show the young woman's body has been replaced, if she was ever human, with a whole lot of techno-organic and super dense materials probably allowing for serious durability. Power source is shielded, though the energy signature to power those wings has to be off the charts. Very. Very mysterious. "uh.. well thanks I think... I'm personally thinking that while flying is awesome and .. evidently not breathing is a thing.. that I probaly never should have touched this technology..." 

:'''{{#var:28|Star Sapphire (28)}} has posed:''' Star Sapphire nods. "That's undrestandable. I know how you feel. I didn't start as a willign bearer of this ring. I was forcibly implanted with the Star Sapphire gem, and was a puppet of the Zamarons. Only when they understood hat I was basically a lovesturck berserker did they realize it just wans't working - and now I bear a shard of that gem in my ring - of course, I'm one of the best at the violet light due to that..." She then murmurs, "You got in contact with sme alien tech and it's changing you? You barely read as human any more." 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' Samantha seems to be following along there when you explain the bits about your origin and how you got entangled with the Violet Lantern Corp. "That sounds like it sucked. Right, the power of love. If they are all about love why would they force anyone?" Then you say she barely reads as human and the teenager visibly winces. "Yeah.. I.. guess I know that." she looks back towards Earth. "Fuck." 

:'''{{#var:28|Star Sapphire (28)}} has posed:''' Star Sapphire nods. "It seems that your nanites are changing your genetics into something... similar but much more... high-tech. Some kind of techno-organics. A Green would probably be able to get a better read- their database is bigger for their troll masters are more outgoing." She shrugs. "Love covers a wide range of emotions. And it can sometimes be a devastatnig force." 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' She just mopes staring at the planet. "Yeah well .. I've been lab ratted a whole lot over the past many months and I'm kind of sick of it to be honest. This beats being a fry cook but it is a whole lot to digest." "So Love ... I guess love can be devastating. I know crushes I had in high school felt like they would drown me." 

:'''{{#var:28|Star Sapphire (28)}} has posed:''' Star Sapphire nods slowly. "Yes. Just ask someone between a mama bear and her cub." She grins widely, creating such constructs between you to demonstrate for a moment. "So... I was going to head down. You going to stay up here a bit? I can keep a drone nearby in case you need help." 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' "I don't think I need help.... evidently I don't really have to breath anymore which is disappointing." She studies Carol for a long hard moment. "What do you do on earth when you aren't spreading love... is that even a thing.. what the heck do Violet Lanterns actually do.. you aren't space cops." 

:'''{{#var:28|Star Sapphire (28)}} has posed:''' Star Sapphire shrugs. "It's very complicated. I do have a day job. You probably wouldn't believe me if I told you." She grins widely. "I do try to keep my identity secret. For a myriad of reasons." She shrugs. "And what the Star Sapphires do is follow their hearts out there in the galaxy." 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' "Well.. that sounds fraught with complications and drama." she smiles though when she says it, perhaps a bit cheered up for some reason. "Anyhow I don't have one... Agent Twining, Codename Nyx of SHIELD... if you need anything like heavy firepower I can be found in New York at the Triskelion." She looks to earth. "have a good night." 

:'''{{#var:28|Star Sapphire (28)}} has posed:''' Star Sapphire nods. "Great to meet you, Agent Twining." She smiles faintly as she waves, then flies away, descending towards Earth. She leaves an eight-point star construct behind her as she descends down towards New York City. 
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9036/Bat-Training Montage

2019-09-02T03:58:16Z

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|Location=Clocktower, West Chelsea Hill
|Synopsis=Carrie stops by the Clocktower and meets Charlie. They talk about important stuff like not killing and also how weird the wealth is to kids who never had any.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Clocktower Gymnasium. The lower level of the penthouse houses a gymnasium with 15-foot ceilings, fully equipped with weights, mats, weapons racks for martial arts, and even full showers. The single room is flanked on all four sides by the massive windows that are common in such old buildings, but these appear to be specially tinted a dark shade and can be made completely blacked out so no one can see inside. Honestly Charlie hasn't ever really trained that she can remember. I mean one would think she would have had to because she seems to know enough to be able to punch and kick would be muggers well enough in her definitely not enhanced costume out there on the streets. Still no karate classes, no Aikido, and no kung fu. No trophies in her .. well no trophies before the fire to be consumed by those flames. She is wearing a light pair of new sneakers she is still breaking in, nice and flexible but still good for use in the gym and practice. A pair of light black cotton pants, to not restrict movement, and a Gotham Knights tank top and sports bra combo. Good work out clothes. Which is what Charlotte is doing and not at all gawking occasionally at the amazing view of the city at night. Well not gawking too much. She really isn't used to how fancy this all is. Still she tries so hard to focus on punching, snap kicking, and kneeing the heavy bag, hands wrapped with boxers tape the way she was shown by Barbara earlier in the week. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' "It is a nice view, isn't it?" The unfamiliar voice rises up as way of greeting during one of the moments when Charlie is distracting herself from training by the view. Carrie hadn't visited in awhile. Long enough it would seem that there were more faces here than those she'd known previously. Yet another redhead, she enters wearing leggings, a Gotham U hoodie, and beat up Puma's that had seen better days but were probably all the comfier for it. An easy grin is worn while regarding the girl there training already. "Hey. Been awhile since I stopped by, figured I'd check in with the other Birds. New around here?" She was. She knew she was--She'd gotten an update from the Bat computer already on the 'new gal' but it wasn't always polite to admit you knew about someone beforehand. Kind of ruined the whole 'getting to know someone' deal and she wasn't quite at that level of mysteriously knowing things that Batman and some of the elder Robins were. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' One might wonder honestly what it is about Gotham and the female bat associated folk and red hair. Maybe there is a curse on this city and everyone is just playing out a role. Why else would so many of the vigilantes also be either orphans or troubled criminal families trying to make up for the sins of the blood. Charlie isn't one of those people to wonder about that though, that is more like a Batman puzzle of conundrum really. The voice is easy to hear since she was staring out the huge windows and not hitting the heavy bag with her fists. "I'm pretty sure I will never get use to this view... it is ridiculous." then she blushes realizing she was caught. The teenager turns and puts her back to the bag as she takes in Carrie and then mmms thoughtfully. "I am very new yes.. living here.." what with being Damians age and in high school not college and all that, she isn't really allowed to be out on her own and homeless, which is nice really of everyone. She appreciates it desperately. "So you are one of the birds Barbara told me about... " she squints a little "I mean you have the hair and build for a Batgirl but I saw her in the park when Batman found me... she is a blonde." which honestly Charlie makes sound like it is some sort of crime against crime fighting, there is just a bit to the tone. "I'm Charlie.. or well Misfit is the codename.. man I do not know which one I am supposed to use here." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' "Whatever you feel comfortable using. This place is your home now sounds like," Carrie points out still smiling. The distance is crossed toward the windows and she regards the scene outside with a deep breath of her own. "Yeah, you'll find that the code names of the Bats are more like titles that get passed down as things change, and people mature. I'm Carrie," she offers tipping her head toward Charlie in greeting. "Otherwise known as Kestrel. I started out with the Birds before Batman brought me in to train more. Still kind of new to this myself compared to the others," she explains. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Charlie will step away from the bag wandering to peer out at the city below all lit up, well sort of. I mean it isn't New York City or Metropolis. It is Gotham which has it's own vibe and drizzle of rain. Still it is awfully pretty in it's own right. "Kestral. You have a few mentions on herowatch for Gotham so you aren't completely new..." she smiles turning back to the window. "So like a mantle... that explains all the Robins. There seem to have been a lot of them when you start to research this stuff." she is really trying to play it cool but there is almost no chill inside Charlie. "I'm pretty sure Misfit is a new title.. though I really don't think anyone was being mean when they gave it to me. So I am just going to totes lean into this one..." a grin. "So Batman is training you... that is amazing." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley nods in agreement when she gets the notion of the mantle as opposed to it being a singular individual. "A bit over a year. I had a crash course in training last Summer and got right into it. Much as I could anyway." Even now she rarely was in the thick of things prefering to stick back as a supportive role. It suited her well enough, and allowed her to help without getting in the way. Once in awhile that wasn't an option. "He doesn't really train me directly. I've learned more from the other Robins, and I get critiqued on occasion from him. He's a tough nut to crack." Grinning again she glances over Misfit with a nod. "It's not a bad name at all. Kestrel's a unique one, too. I didn't really call myself anything until Babs brought me in. I figured I'd go with the theme of the group when I chose a name. Plus," she reaches up to tug at a strand of her hair. "Redhead and all. Kestrel worked." 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' "Kestral is a good name, makes more since as a bird of prey than something like Nightwing. I am still not entirely sure what kind of bird nightwing is supposed to be... but Kestral is small but definitely in the same family as Falcons." she pauses there and blinks "Crackers.. should I have asked for a bird handle.." her eyes going very big as she thinks about it. "Maybe I messed up.. I was dressed up as batgirl.. I didn't realize there was a new one and I knew Gotham should have a batgirl and ..well yeah that didn't work out because there already is one and she seemed nice." Then the subject changes pivoting and all "He made me a deal." she pauses and touches the glass "Haven't seen I knocked out Crazy Quilt in the park but he seems pretty mysterious and all. He said he was going to help me so I can help everyone. He didn't try to convince me I was making doing something bad and he said you all wouldn't make me go back to the foster home... then I got to ride in the Batmobile which was amaaaazing..." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley reaches out to pat Charlie's shoulder consolingly. "There's enough thematic stuff in Gotham as it is. And there's time to change in the future if you want. Misfit's a cool enough name, and you won't be mistaken for anyone else for sure," she points out with a solemn nod. Nothing is said about Nightwing though. Nope. Not going there. Instead she lightly clears her throat stuffing her hands back into her pockets. "Yeah, he tried to chase me out of Gotham at first, but when he saw I was serious and not intending to quit he at least made sure I was pointed toward the right people. I think he's realizing that trying to push people away isn't going to work out all that well for anyone involved. Or," she adds with a shrug, "Could be he's just trying reverse psychology. Who knows." She does glance toward her a moment at mention of foster home though. Oh, yeah, there's a reason Bats went soft on her. "It is pretty awesome isn't it? I got to drive it once. Scared me to death." 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Charlie doesn't notice the avoidance of commenting on how Nightwing is an odd name. She probably will mention it to him when she first meets him though and make things awkward enough. "I do kind of like it, I am a little odd and I know I am hyperactive.." she admits with a small moment of self reflection and clarity. It is fleeting though because there is other cooler stuff to talk about. "Well I am glad you weren't deterred." she grins. "Also .. reverse psychology won't work on me.. I'm too psyched about inflicting some dark vengeance on evil doers." okay she says dark vengeance but she is so down right chipper about it and grinning. "Driving it sounds amazing.. but I am pretty sure I would wreck it within one block. No learners permit. We couldn't afford anything but the bus back home really... and I can get around pretty fast on my own in a pinch so ..." a bit of a shrug. "Barbara has like two crazy race cars and a batmobile too downstairs.. it is so bleeping cool... I wonder if she will let me get a learners permit.." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' "I'd bet on it. They're pretty big on making sure you get some knowledge of things in," Carrie points out with a nod. "I've got my own car I saved up for. Bit of a junker but it's mine. I keep getting made fun of for it but..." She shrugs a little bit. "Took me a lot of after school jobs to get that." And now money wasn't a concern. She felt guilty about it but at the same time it was such a huge weight off her shoulders. Really, she didn't want to screw it up or take advantage of that fact. That old junker would be with her a good long while more. "Just remember that you can't kill anyone. Try to avoid that at all costs. Kneecaps are okay though, and don't be afraid of taking some dirty shots to sensitive areas if you need," she advises. "Most important thing is to stay safe, and keep others safe too." 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Carrie has all of Charlie's attention now as she starts to talk about rules and advice on tactics. All of her attention. Carrie is after all an honest to gosh experienced (even if not as much as some of the others) super hero vigilante and everything. Charlie is thrilled to be here, and gosh actual heroes. "I wouldn't ever... that isn't.. like justice... I mean yeah justice isn't perfect and sometimes it can't stop the badguys right.. which is why we do what we do to protect people and keep them safe. To help people. But the idea of someone dying because of me makes me sick just thinking about it." she looks a bit green like it isn't an exaggeration. "I .. saw an cat ...die once and I can't even think about other animals or people dying because of me." she murmurs very .. very softly. Scars there, more than a pet passing away level in her voice. It kind of derailed a question she wanted to ask about the car, but it is liable to come back around. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley purses her lips at the look on Charlie's face. Turning away from the window entirely she does turn to face the other, reaching out to rest her hands on her shoulders. "Good. Don't ever let yourself get that far. But that said..." A deep breath is drawn, and she explains seriously, "You will see some horrible things as time goes on. The poeple we fight don't have the same set of values. It's hard. It should be hard. Life is precious and wasting it... It's a tragedy. Just keep in mind, if you need a break? Take one. We all need to now and then." Except maybe Damian. No, wait. Even he had that one time. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' "I.. " she breaths in pretty deeply. "I know we deal with some bad stuff in this town. Not everyone is like Killer Moth and I mean even Killer Moth kills people sometimes... they are bad and messed up." she really is looking up to Carrie, the girl has like 7 inches on her, she is not just Damian's age she is his height. "I get there will be gross stuff and blood and even dead people.. I just .. " she frowns "Don't worry I won't let it go that far I won't kill anything.. " there is an odd pause there as she self edits something out "I promise." she seems to really mean it. Then well she pivots verbally because that is dark. "So.. uh... does it ever get easier getting used to how .. .. like expensive and high tech and luxe all this stuff is. I'm a kid who had to ride the bus and I was in the lunch and breakfast program at my school when I went to it.. and now I am in a private girl's school and ... " she just sort of flail gestures at the gymnasium and the skyline. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley just laughs at that particular question. "I'm not sure to be honest. It's so different isn't it? I'm used to working and going to school and now I don't have to do that. It feels like I'm cheating somehow, but it's also kind of... a relief?" A faint shrug is given in response. "I guess the answer is, eventually you'll get used to it. I don't know when though. I'm still working on it myself. I've not forgotten where I came from. Heck, even some of the others are like that too. I made tuna mac casserole for dinner once and they ate like they couldn't get enough of it." 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' "Okay good.. I mean not good that others also ate a lot of tuna mac casserole.. but good." she sounds relieved. "Because the tech is amazing but .. like military grade ridiculously expensive looking... the batmobile.. jeebus it has to be millions of dollars..." she just shakes her head. "So good others will understand.. I think I'm going to lose it with the school uniforms and everyone being so.. rich and weird.. it is like all new rules I really have no clue of or how to play..." "Though.. I get relief... I'm not in a sleeping bag in a condemned building anymore.. and the food is better than all fast food bought with muggers wallet money... which.. they probably stole before I took... man now I feel bad." like it just made her realize the chain of connection. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley smiles again with a nod as that mental link is made. "Yeah. A lot of crime is because of poverty. I try to keep that in mind. I mean the big name guys, they're just nuts, but a kid stealing from a grocery store? That's different. I've been there." Her head shakes, and she clears her throat. "You'll get used to it in time. I'm in college so I can't say anything about private school, but it's still school." A little stretch is given, her back popping from the motion and earning a sigh. "I should get going speaking of that. I do have studying of my own to do. It was good meeting you, Charlie." 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' "I'm really not sure why Barbara put me in a private school..." maybe because Gotham schools in this area aren't great. Maybe to see what she would do. "I figure I'll learn the rules tho eventually..." and then another nod. "Poverty drives like most crime I think... but it doesn't mean they should hurt people though." "Okay have fun studying.. I should finish this workout and then check what I need to do for Tuesday... yay for holiday weeks" and another pivot "Maybe we could go on patrol sometime?" 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley chuckles as she turns, "Maybe. I'll have to see what they want to do. I'm still new enough as I said that I've not passed into 'patrolling on my own' yet either. But I'll see. Take care," she calls out before heading off. 
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9018/New York on a Flying Trapeze

2019-08-31T06:26:32Z

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|Date of Scene=2019/08/31
|Location=Manhattan
|Synopsis=Ghost Spider (Aka Gwen) takes Spinneret (aka MJ) for a swinging tour of NYC by night and run into Arana (aka Anya) and have a spiderchat.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Right, what does one do when one's girlfriend finds out you are a Spider Person <tm>. Very good question. What does one do when one is Ghost spider and one's girlfriend finds out. Well in this case it is cave into her request to take her swinging through the city lit up at night. Less chance of errant cellphones and CCTV cameras picking up the traversal. I mean sure MJ made a costume keep her identity safe just in case, but night also helps. That and the city is downright beautiful lit up like this at night. So here we find Ghost Spider with another costumed woman in her arm, swinging at high speed above the city. "Hold on tight, but ... I got you...." and that is when the momentum takes them to the top of an arch and they just soar out over the city weightless for a moment at least..... 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' Mary Jane's costume is not quite the typical spider-fare. It isn't super-durable nor does it have any technological components built into it. All it really does is look cool (white and red!) and fit her well. She'd tug on it to make sure it were more comfortable if she weren't busy clinging on to Ghost Spider for dear life. "Oh my god!" MJ-in-disguise calls out as they swing out over the city, gloved fingers clinging tightly to Ghost Spider's shoulder as she cranes her neck to look down at the lights below, "This is amazing!" 

:'''{{#var:8913|Anya Corazon (8913)}} has posed:''' With a belly full of her Papa's good cooking weighing her down, Anya isn't at her speediest or most agile, but she'd be damned if she was going to take the train all the way from Kings back to her dorm room/ And that was certainly going to be true with the weather this nice out, so: swingline it is. Fully clad in in her black suit, the white spider on her chest standing in stark contrast, she swings work-man-like through the night skies, casting one weighted bola after the next, not blessed with organic webs nor anything that could be considered a web-shooter - but it works for her. The slight girl has been swinging all the way from Kings to insert dramatically beautiful block here on her way to Greeenwich, and folks, that's a long way to go on a full stomach, so she alights briefly atop a roost, tucking herself in a crouch and, since no one is watching, belches a little bit of the tostada she ate an hour ago. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen laughs as MJ exclaims ohmygod and grips her tighter. I mean tight is good because right now they don't even have a webline out they are just soaring along above the city. Before things get at all risky though Gwen fires another line and with one arm tight around MJ angles so it is a painless swoop down this new webline and up again. "You get going pretty amazingly fast this way once you get the hang of iiiit..." because they are up again in the air. Which is about when they go sailing right by Anya's rooftop really, probably on the upswing. Gwen angles to land them on a building just a bit taller than the one Anya is currently on. Not swinging away for the moment. "How you holding up?" 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "I'm good," Mary Jane says almost breathlessly, neck craning to get a better view of the city around them, "You just keep your eyes on the road, Tiger! I'm relying on you up here!" Her grip remains tight the whole while, because even though she's got her own homemade spider-suit she's not a webslinger nor is she durable enough to tumble out of the sky and not go squish. She does peer down at Anya as they sail overhead, waving a hand through the air as they swoop past at speed. "Lot more people up here than I'd have thought ... " 

:'''{{#var:8913|Anya Corazon (8913)}} has posed:''' The sound of glee above the din of the city is unmistakable to Anya, as certainly she's heard the sound of her own voice echo of the walls of sky scrapers often enough (when she's less full, at least), and so she turns her head upwards to see the two women swing right overhead, once familiar, one not. "That doesn't seem fair..." she says under her breath, standing back up and shaking a cramp out of her leg. "Why she gotta give me so much hassle about being a spider when she's clearly doing Uber but for Arachinids.." She watches the pair alight on the neighboring building, and not having super hearing at all, couldn't possibly know she'd be interrupting anything personal or serious, she steps back, and takes a running start to make for the next building in a leap instead of a swing, her gymnast's legs kicking off just so to pull off a graceful flip as she rises up across the gap, to land not *near* the other pair, but certainly in their presence. "So, is there like a convention going on? Because I didn't bring my purse, so you gotta spot me for the badge," she says, her too-long pony tail flapping in the wind. "I was going to make a joke about union dues, but I couldn't come up with one in time," she snarks, her exposed mouth curling up in a tight smile. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' There is a laugh "Eyes are on the sky Red..." Once they land though and what MJ said sinks in Gwen cocks her head a little bit in that awesome hood of hers. "Lot more people than you thought...?" some confusion in her voice and she is just starting to turn around to look where they just were when Anya swings up and then lands in a graceful flip near the two of them. Right no danger sense warning because no real danger. Gosh darnit. "Uh... mmm hey Monochromatic Spider... " she is a little surprised but the quipping does set her at ease behind her mask. "Well you do still owe Spider Union dues but I think I can let it slide this time since that was fun kicking preppy gansta butt last night..." she indicates herself. "So yeah... I'm ghost spider.... what do you go by?" then there is a narrowing of the white eyes of her mask, how the hell does she and spiderman make the eyes expressive like that. "Oh um.." she indicates MJ, scrambling mentally "This is Spinneret" is just pops out of her mouth. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' 'Spinneret?' Mary Jane mouths at Gwen, brows furrowing beneath the red domino mask she wears. But she quickly turns to face Anya, bowing with a flourish because she can't think of anything else to do, and then straightening up without a lick of self-consciousness. "That's me. Spinneret. Look out, evil-doers. Etcetera. Etcetera." She gestures between the two /actual/ spiders with the point of her finger, raising her eyebrows: "Oh, hey! You've beaten up crooks together before? That's cool!" 

:'''{{#var:8913|Anya Corazon (8913)}} has posed:''' She smiles, placing her hand on her hip, as if to pose dramatically and powerfully, but: she's 5 foot 3, and about 3 of those feet are hair, so it doesn't quite have the powerful effect she's maybe looking for. "You can call me Arana," she says, her accent coming out stronger when she speaks this or other words in Spanish, as if the letterer put angle brackets in her speech bubble. "Yep, me and, um, Ghost Spider go way back.. all of 24 hours," she smirks, then turns back to Gwen. "I had fun last night, too," she says, reflexively rubbing at the spot on her chest where she got stabbed, even though there isn't now and wasn't then any sign of lingering damage. "You know, until I got stabbed. And until Mister Tall Grimdark and Ugly started talking about cutting off preppy dingalings.." she says, without any explanation at all for Spinneret. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' There is a nod to Spinneret there "This gang of college frat boy types with lacross sticks and stuff was attacking another gang.... it was kinda sad really but it felt good to web them to stuff." Then to anya "Yeah.. tall grimdark and not very handsome is definitely in the Punisher spectrum of violent crime stopping jerks I think.. maybe even darker. At least the Punisher doesn't have animate chains and a gross looking living costume of some sort right... " pause a beat "Just more guns than any other person I've run into fighting bad guys.. so many guns.... I saved the Punisher's life though one time from a lot of ninjas. That was extra." She is a little rambly because well MJ is here and Aarana is here and she has no idea what to do in this situation. "At least your costume protected you from the knife... though I was surprised the guy got the drop on you actually..." 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' Mary Jane, a.k.a. Spinneret, looks as though she's just managing to keep track with the conversation. Is this what it's like for spider people? Standing around on rooftops talking about creepy chain-guys with castration fetishes and how much it sucks to get stabbed. If /she/ got stabbed, she'd probably still be in hospital. Super powers must be nice. "Yeah, webbing looks like a blast," Spinneret says, looking between the two for a confirmation. Then she just out and out admits it, holding her palms flat towards Anya as though she's confessing a crime, "I'm not actually a spider ... person. This is just so I don't end up having to explain swinging around with Ghost Spider to my aunt or something. So, if someone tries to stab me? Feel free to try and keep them from doing that. This is just lycra - I don't think it'll handle a stabbing." 

:'''{{#var:8913|Anya Corazon (8913)}} has posed:''' A shrug of her slight shoulders and a bit of as frown in response to Gwen's obvious ellipsis. "I was too busy trying to come up with my next quip, I'm led to believe that's how this works..." she says, holding her palms out at her sides. "I don't have much of a track record of team-ups, so there was a lot going on. You know, for me, anyway." She turns to MJ. "I mean, I've been stabbed more times than I can count, honestly. Sworded. Shot. Like: Shot an *awful* lot. Even Arrowed that one time, but, you know, I'm like that song, rigt? I get knocked down, and... and..." she says, tapping her foot while at the same time tapping her lip with one black clad finger. "It's an old song, but you know, the one about the whiskey.. something something stabbed alot... never gonna stabby stab?" "She smiles at MJ's confession. "I mean you wear it well, I like the colors and all. But yeah, I really don't recommend getting stabbed unless you have a flexible exoskeleton like I do," she says, and then as if to demonstrate and maybe flex a little bit, she extends her arm, and the blue black tendrils peel away from her arm for a moment to show her bare skin, then form back into a more iridescent blue, harder chitinous-looking material. "I don't really get a chance to show off much, because, like I said, solo career and all..." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' To MJ "No getting shot or stabbed.. which is why no costume unless I am there to pull you out of the way Spinneret... also no Ninjas." "Interesting." is all Gwen says as those white eyes on her suit narrow and she watches Anya's suit do it's trick. "I really definitely totally want to know how that works." she doesn't reach out and poke at the suit though and all. She hasn't had any run ins with Venom yet so she is scientifically very curious. "Is that part of you... I'd ask for a sample but that might be rude.." Then she shrugs "I tend to avoid getting shot and stabbed to begin with, it isn't too hard most of the time really you just listen to your .. uh.. instincts and move." a look to MJ and then back to Anya. "Team-ups are pretty all right... there is ArachKid.. Spider-Man.. Silk... me.. you I guess... I haven't met Spider-Woman though which is unfortunate.. but Avengers are busy..." pause "Also it is I get knocked down and I get up again... classics station on spotify isn't all bad." Then she holds up her hand "No web shooters... some sort of weighted line you throw?" 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "Oh, hey," Mary Jane says, pointing at the tendrils doing their magic on Anya's arm, "That's a whole lot cooler than this lycra deal I'm working with." She turns her head to Gwen, grinning broadly beneath the red mask she wears, "Am I the world's most unlucky woman? I feel like I keep running into all you super people, and yet here I am all normal. No magic meteor bestowing me powers, no getting bit by a radioactive badger." She pauses a moment, reaches out, and slaps the Ghost Spider on her butt as brazenly as all hell, "Can't be that unlucky, I guess." "I promise I won't go Spinneret-ing without adult supervision. Don't worry." 

:'''{{#var:8913|Anya Corazon (8913)}} has posed:''' "It's a part of me, just like your bones are a part of you, it just, you know: comes out when I need it," she says, the exoskeleton retuning back to it's body-suit like typical nature, being really indistinct from any typical superhero wear, moving and hugging her body no different than lycra. "And I've found it doesn't take well to being sampled. There's a lot of magic involved," she says as if it is the most normal thing in the world to have a magical exoskeleton. I mean, it's perfectly normal to her, right? In answer to Gwen's question, she pops a white disk of the back of her hand, where it had been resting, caught up in the exoskeleton. "Yeah, I throw these, they're fun, and useful," she says, pulling out a length of line, as gripping claws come out from the disk. "I mean, I can only bite of *some* of the Spider look and feel, I can't like totally ape your style, right? Besides, webs are, you know: kinda gross..." She watches MJ smack Gwen on the backside and you can all but see the wheels spinning in her head behind her big white spider eyes, but not like the quickest wheels or anything. "See, you say you're unlucky, Spinneret, but you could totally write the best, most scandalous book if you really wanted to," she says, attaching her swingline disk back on the back of her hand. "Not that there is anything scandalous about me. At. All." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen was not expecting that slap on her ass. Luckily for MJ her suit does not harden like an exoskeleton on impact like Anya's does or she would have hurt her hand quite a bit there. "Good, also you have curfew." teasing tones. Turning to Anya. "Huh magic... yeah okay I have no experience in magic. Just a lot of experience in biogenetics and mutagenic properties..." a lot ... too much maybe. "So I think no samples is probably for the best. It also explains probably why you got stabbed. "Webs are not gross... I mean... here I was thinking about making you a pair if you are going to be swinging around.. but .. not if you call my webs gross." she is probably kidding, about the being totally insulted now. To MJ "No tell all memoirs either...." amusement in her voice. "Though you should meet Spider-man.. maybe you both even..." 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "I /should/ meet Spider-Man," Mary Jane says, and the way her eyebrows raise behind the mask suggest there's more to what she said than just the words, "And no, no memoirs, I promise. I want to be on television, not in print. Print is dead, G - hosty, Ghosty Spider." Smooth save, avoiding accidentally using the other 'G' word that might give away the Ghost Spider's alter ego. "Oh, are you giving out web shooters? I'll take some web shooters? I mean, you don't need to be super-agile to use those, do you? I feel like I could Tarzan on some webs with enough practice ... " 

:'''{{#var:8913|Anya Corazon (8913)}} has posed:''' "Honestly? I really like the 'klonk' sound these things make when they bounce off of someone's noggin, it's a very satisfying sound," she says, patting the back of her hand appreciatively. "I'd be really hard pressed to let them go. I mean: Klonk. Klonk! It's fun," she says, giggling, her voice certainly younger than the others. 

:'''{{#var:8913|Anya Corazon (8913)}} has posed:''' Anya Corazon says, "So, if we're going to meet the O.G. Webhead, is there like any interview we have to do? If I don't pass, I don't get to keep wearing the logo? Because that would be really awkward, I spent a *lot* of time working with the exoskeleton to make the spider symbol on the front, and I really like the lines, and I think it makes me look cute. So, I don't *really* want to give it up..." she pouts." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' She looks over to MJ and tilts her head slowly. "The only way I don't die when I am swinging between skyscrapers at high speed in the dark is with my spider enhancements... you may die. That said you can practice in a safe environ with mine a bit Spinner." Honestly she is going to just pretend the G thing didn't happen. Much better than making a fuss. "Klonking bad guys is pretty fun I'll admit. Also just pay the Spider Dues so the Spider Union Boss.. that is Spider-Man.. doesn't get grumpy and I'm sure you will be fine. He will also totally hate both your codenames I imagine.. he dislikes mine a great deal." 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "Well, we can't all be as imaginative as Spider Man," Spinneret says with a sigh, waving her hands dramatically and pointing at Gwen, "You be Spider-Woman," then Anya, "You can be Armored Spider-Woman," then herself, "I'll be Spider-Woman Red. Kid Arachnid can change his name to Spider-Man Junior ... " She shakes her head, going to slip her hands in her pockets and realising her newly made suit doesn't have them, "Okay, fine, no web-slinging for me. And if Spider-Man wants to complain about me walking around in a spider-suit, I'm going to claim cosplayers rights." 

:'''{{#var:8913|Anya Corazon (8913)}} has posed:''' There's some more pouting as Anya puts her hands back on her hips and audibly harrumphs. "He's not going to make me be Spider-Girl, just because I'm the shortest, right? I mean, that's just demeaning, not to mention derivative, and possibly a little sexist..." So much pouting. "JJJ was right - he's both a threat *and* a menace." She points to MJ's hips, where her pockets should be, and chuckles. "You get used to that, but not for a long while. I used to just wear jeans with my outfit, and boy, I do miss the practicality of that, like, a lot," she opines. "The worst is not having my cell phone handy for like the most clutch selfies..." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "Spider-Woman is taken and a badass Avenger.. I am not going to get nailed for copyright violations or whatever that would be..." "Honestly JJJ is the menace.. I mean I will totally tease Spider-man and get quippy.. but that guy is such an asshole." she shakes her head slowly. She then reaches down and pulls a very thin cellphone out of her .. POCKET.... god damnit all she designed her own suit with a super clever pocket. "Dunno what you two mean?" 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "Spider-Man seems like a nice guy," Mary Jane says, out of nowhere, "I mean, we haven't met but ... it can't be easy being one of the 'original' super heroes, right? I mean, he must have been doing the spider-thing for years now, right?" Greedily, MJ shuffles over to Gwen and immediately puts her hand in the pocket that she designed into her suit. She doesn't actually want anything, mostly it's just pocket-envy. "Oh my god, a pocket ... I'm sewing a pocket into this thing as soon as I get home." 

:'''{{#var:8913|Anya Corazon (8913)}} has posed:''' Anya's mouth hangs agape, pointing at Gwen accusingly. "Witchcraft! Heresy!" she cries out, all but accusing Gwen of consorting with Mephisto in order to put a little hammerspace in her pants. "Heh. Hammer Pants," she says mostly to herself, chuckling and smiling a good deal, even though she's the only one heard the whole conversation with herself. Seeing MJ and Gwen get close, even if it's just for pocket envy, she smiles pleasantly. "Well, ladies, I need to get back to my dor..." she says, catching herself before going to far. "...way. My doorway. *The* doorway... to... my secret lair?" she says, the last false statement coming across as a question. "You're going to have to let me know when the next Union meeting is, we can pre-game for brunch!" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "Man I need little cards in this suit too... I know neither of you have a pen but I'd give you the number to a burner phone I have if you did." this is to Anya who seems to be making ready to swing. She carefully gets her pocket back from MJ and puts her phone back into it. "I'll help. Also I am remaking your suit out of the special material I made mine out of.. it is a bit resistant to stabbings and shrapnel.. I mean not like .. her exoskeleton of which I am jealous but it is pretty sweet." 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "Bye, Arana," Mary Jane says, matching the Spanish 'n' fairly well despite herself, "Have fun in your lair. Don't brood too much." That said, she turns back to Gwen and nods her head pointedly. An arm is slipped around the Ghost Spider's shoulders, and she makes ready to swing with her again when the Actual-Spider-person is ready. "New suit sounds like a great idea. But, uh, I'd rather not get stabbed or shot all the same." 

:'''{{#var:8913|Anya Corazon (8913)}} has posed:''' "We need, like, a Spider-Signal or something, like, you know, that creepy dude over in Gotham had," she says, sounding as if Batman were well and truly gross. "That'd give JJJ a pretty good heart attack, so maybe we'd have to make sure he was safe someplace before we turned it on the first time. Would only be polite," she adds. "But, and maybe this is just me and not *all* Spiders," she says, giggling as shh back towards the edge of the building. "But my life has suffered from the most *amazing* coincidences," she says, making quotes around the word 'coincidences', "SO I'm pretty sure we'll all cross paths when it's the exact right time." She takes another step back, planting one foot right on the brick ledge. "Until then, I bid you adios!" she smiles, backflipping off the ledge with a smile on her face before plummeting for a dramatically long time until her swingline can be see leading her away into the city. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen looks after Anya as she bolo's her way away right now. Well first the backflip there. "Showoff." she says lightly so just MJ can hear, of course she would totally do it herself to show off. Project much Ghost Spider? "So she seems nice. has good quips.. thoughts?" 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "I mean, besides you she's the only spider-person I've met," MJ answers, planting her hands on her hips because there's nowhere else to put them and staring off after the departing Anya, "But yeah, if quipping is a big part of it then she's got it down. Still, she doesn't beat you hood and your little blue shoes." To emphasize her point, Mary Jane turns to grin broadly at Ghost Spider Gwen in her costume, "I digged the white, which is why I used it on my own. Do you like it?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen sticks, literally, a hand on MJ's hip and then extends her out so she can look her over critically. "I do like it.. it is a good color combo... and better than Monochromoatic Spiders black and white look. I mean that exoskeleton armor suit thing is pretty spiffy though. I wonder if I could figure out how to do a similar material without magic." wheels turning in her head now. She reels MJ back in. "Let's get you home.. scenic route." and fires a webline, gets a good grip, then runs right off the roof with her. 
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8911/Drawn Like A Moth To A Quilt

2019-08-31T05:51:53Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:''' "Infernal flying fool!" "Asshole!" A thing about Gotham's villains is that while they like to gang up on Batman and his allies from time to time, they do not play very well together. Whatever it was, exactly, that caused the paths of Crazy Quilt and the Killer Moth to cross it is less important now than the fight that follows. The park is awash with bright colors that pierce the night. Beams of light in red, yellow, blue, and green flash out from between the trees and into the street. Above the trees, a figure in red with affixed artificial wings darts through the air. The bursts of color just missing him, as he shouts less eloquent insults back down at his opponent. "My quilt of crazy colors shall render you powerless to resist my commands!" "I'll shoot you in the fuckin' face!" 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' <<Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe, Codenamed: Misfit. Sixteen year old vigilante from Metropolis. Family lost in a fire six months ago due to neglect from Slumlord owner who walked on mismanagement of evidence... now facing criminal charges pending investigation of new, solid evidence delivered early this morning.>> Babs is sitting in the Clocktower relaying information orally to her computer to transfer over to the Batcomputer later. Enjoying the last bit of a scone and a long drink of coffee between oratory additions. That is until her monitor lights up about an altercation between..."Crazy Quilt and Killer Moth? I thought those guys were dead..." Turning towards another screen to see who's in the area. <<This is Oracle. Disturbance at Gotham Park... It is Crazy Quilt and Killer Moth. Reports indicate they are fighting each other. My records indicate they are /not/ dead as I earlier suspected. Anyone in the area?>> 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' The Batmobile is rolling through the streets, with Batgirl in the passenger seat and the owner of the vehicle behind the wheel. "So Harley had explosives rigged all over the Ferris Wheel, but they didn't go off when she tried to detonate them when some people from the crowd went after her. There was also a gorilla, in armor," Stephanie Brown says, having uploaded the image of Kid after Harley's attack on a Metropolis festival. "She was using some kind of gas that turned the mobsters she'd lure to the fair into laughing homicidal maniacs. Just Joker's style though I didn't see him there," Stephanie says. "By the time I-" the rest of the oral update is interrupted by the message over comms from Oracle. Batgirl responds right away: <Crazy Quilt and Killer Moth? I... would almost pay to see that one play out. We're on our way.> 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Lights. Camera. Action. I mean seriously that looks like a movie set from a distance. That or a rave perhaps. Still Charlie has abandoned China Basin, she can't think about the idea of running into this Oracle or her friends again right now. Of course her idea that they seem to be in China Basin area is wrong, no where in Gotham is really safe. Still the teen doesn't know that. So tonight she appears in West Chelsea Hill. It may not be as high crime as China Basin but it is crime enough for her needs. Also the lightshow has hit the the police band with a call for a patrol car to check it out. Still Babs knows Charlie is in the area now. Not in the Park yet though but at a landmark church nearby. Perched on the belfry in her new homemade Misfit outfit that she is totally owning like a boss. The kid spends a while listening to the sounds of grown lunatics yelling death threats at each other during a light show though. "Okay. Going in closer." She has no one she is talking to, but she is definitely pretending she has overwatch right now. 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:''' <Not dead. Walker's been working without the wing suit ever since one of Penguin's men broke the turbine. Must have got it repaired. The Quilt's been operating out of the Gem Cities but had a difference of opinion with the Rainbow Raider over intellectual property.> Because of course Batman keeps tabs on even the Z-list villains in his expansive and ever-growing Rogue's Gallery. He doesn't take his eyes off the road. Even in a jet-fueled, state of the art supercar he is in total control as he makes one of Gotham's famously tight corners with practiced ease. The Car quickly adjusting its course to make the quickest route through the city streets to the park. "They might not be the Joker and Two Face," Batman explains to Batgirl, still with his eyes fixed forward, "But these men are still dangerous. It doesn't matter how foolish they seem. Remember that." As Misfit gets just a little closer, a beam of blue light shoots past her - missing by a scant few feet. It doesn't cause any damage, simply dissipating in the air after a moment. But there's something strange about it. As though it has a little more substance than mere light. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' "Cool..." Babs murmurs after Batman's history lesson on the Z-list stars of ''Where are they now: Gotham Edition''. It doesn't transmit because.. She's focused. Suddenly another blip appears on her radar and this one is sudden. Not moving steadily, but just //appearing// out of nowhere. "Charlie..." <<New vigilante in the area as well. Name Misfit. She has the ability to teleport, acceptable fighting skills as well. She needs refinement. I am working on a full dossier now. Very skitish. Poor diplomacy last night.>> Babs winces remembering and shakes her head, "Stay in the game." Reaching over to launch one of her drones and bring it closer into the park where the action is taking place. 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Batgirl double checks the items on and in her utility belt as Batman handles driving them there. "I'm not going to throw stones at the homemade costume glass house," the former Spoiler says. She tunes in the police band. "Sounds like they are further out than we are," she comments of the GPD response. <Misfit? Well, can't say I hate the name.> Batgirl readies herself as the Batmobile pulls up to the park, the lights visible through the scattering of trees. Before the car has stopped she has her side of the canopy open and is leaping out to begin running across the park, cape flaring behind her as Batgirl switches her cowl's optics to a spectrum that will help her sea at night but leave the light show less distracting. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Charlie slid off the roof of the church, vanishing and appearing near the tree line of the park. There is a startled blink of her blue eyes when the beam of light shoots past her and misses now. She pokes the air with one gloved fingertip where it was a moment ago. "Okay super freaky." She ducks into the bark her homemade cape flapping a moment behind her as she ducks and weaves towards the scuffle. Gosh she just can't wait to deliver some dark vengeance to actual villains not just petty criminals. Especially after Silk and Oracle spooked her out of China Basin and made her question herself so deeply. She is trying to be sneaky, but ninja training is not her strong suit. 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:''' "Back, ludicrous lepidopteran!" Crazy Quilt once more lets loose a strange blast of colored light from the orbs that seem to be floating around him. Now that Misfit can see him clearly, he looks to be a thin man with a moustache wearing a bizarre quilted suit and a metallic helmet. Several colored lights dance through the air around him, but he seems unaccompanied by the usual thugs and hangers-on. He's far to invested in the Killer Moth to respond. Not far away, hovering just above a statue at the center of the park, the Killer Moth holds his hands out pleading and speaks with a voice of muffled frustrations. "I don't even know who you fucking are man!" Back in the Batmobile, the Dynamic Duo near the park although there's still a few seconds before they will arrive. <Misfit. Hnh. Keep an eye on her. Batgirl, try to have her disengage as soon as we get there. No force. We don't want her off side.> 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Babs just shakes her head as the insanity plays out on screen, captured by a parking garage camera from one angle, a street cam from another, and an ATM third. It gives her a nice panoramic view. Which does nothing to make it make anymore sense. "I need a drink." She murmurs to herself, glancing at the kitchen with a small frown, but opts to stay seated. <<We spooked her last night. She is excitable, but energetic.>> Oracle adds with a nod neither can see, so is mostly implied. 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' <Try to have her disengage. Right. Have you ever run across one of these home-grown would-be vigilantes. They don't take orders very well.> Beat. <What's that look for?> Batgirl pulls her gloves on a little tighter and readies herself as the Batmobile finally reaches the park. Once there, she pops open the canopy and vaults out of the vehicle. She starts rushing forward through the park, heading towards the disturbance. <Any idea what set them off? Allies having a falling out? Or just a case of this city is too small for a second second-rate villain...?> 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Okay this was not what Charlie was really expecting. Nope. It is EVEN Better! She watches the interplay from the shadows as Killer Moth pleads with Crazy Quilt. "who the heck are these two..." because man they are so Z List the fangirl is struggling to remember their names or what they do. Which is extra dangerous. Well the Crazy Light Quilt guy has excellent oration skills in Charlie's opinion. Still he seems to be the vllain based on the situation. Maybe the poor Moth guy is just minding his own business after all. One moment she is hiding behind a tree watching. The next moment she is gone with a slash of smoke disappearing in the shadows. A heartbeat later Oracle picks her up standing directly behind Crazy Quilt. Really she is pretty darn small, Damian age and height so she may actually be out of sight of Killer Moth there especially with the lightshow. Charlie reaches up to tap tap Cray Quilt on the shoulder "Excuse me Varlet sir." and if he turns around to look she takes a swing right for his jaw with her clenched fist. "Dark Vengeance!" and yes.. yes she hissssses. 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:''' <Yes. Which is why I'm reasoning that a stern 'stay out of Gotham' isn't going to work on her.> Batman lets Batgirl take the lead into the park, following along behind. As she runs, he walks with quick but steady purpose. <Quilt's a madman. Always seeking power and control. My guess is Walker didn't want to do what he commanded, so now we have all of ... this. Keep an eye out for Misfit> In the park proper, Crazy Quilt is mid rave at the Killer Moth when the finger taps him on the shoulder. "Quake in fear of the Crazy Qui- huh?" The man turns around, momentarily ceasing his light show to look at Misfit. And the punch hits him square in the mouth. He spins, toppling through the air unsteadily for a moment before he lands on his back and brings his hands to his mouth. "Ow!" Not so eloquent now. "Hahahaha!" laughs the Killer Moth, now standing atop the back of the horse statue he was floating over and pointing at the dazed Crazy Quilt, "You got decked!" 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' <<She lost her family in a fire six months ago. I overlooked a detail that I should not have and...>> Babs goes quiet, leaning back in her seat with a little frown. <<Do not mention her family or home. Otherwise she is agreeable.>> 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Ok this was not what the blond Batgirl was really expecting. Nope. It is EVEN better. She wants to woot for the beautiful roundhouse. A favorite punch of hers after all. But she instead settles for a more respectable-sounding, "Nice punch. But maybe let us take it from here. Quilt's got a few lose stitches there if you know what I mean," Batgirl says as she arrives on the scene. She points an eggshell-purple gloved hand towards Killer Moth. "Alright, you. Moth Guy. Stop with the... ok actually you haven't quite done anything wrong. Yet. That I've seen. But just stop and get your butt on the ground," she says, pulling out a batarang but just keeping it in hand for the moment. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Charlie is considering what to do about the Moth guy, but then he may be a Bat Moth, she really doesn't recognize him. Also he is right laughing. The guy on the ground did super get decked. "Right!?" then she focuses on Crazy Quilt. which is when Batgirl distracts her. "O M G.... Batgirl!" then she blinks and cocks her head. "Wait.. I am positive Batgirl is a redhead like me... which is why I thougth i would make an excellent Batgirl..." she shakes her head "But my callsign is Misfit.. which isn't at all mean." out of just about anyone else would seem like sarcasm but she seems so gosh darn sincere. She steps over and gives Quilt a sneaker print to the side of his face. "I could hold him down while you suss him up for the authorities.. or ..if Moth guy isn't with you .. maybe you handle him and I handle this wierdo..." 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:''' "You showed him! Hahaha! Fuck that guy! Nice one, Bat ... kid. Whatever." When Batgirl arrives, however, Killer Moth stops laughing and becomes immediately wary. But when she says her peace, he loosens up a little and looks somewhat indignant. "Yeah, that's right! I haven't done anything wrong. I'm allowed to be in the Par- shit, is that - ?" the Moth points at the looming figure of Batman, emerging from the shadows behind Batgirl, "Okay, bye!" The Moth quickly takes off, his strange wing-harness making an almost comical puttering noise as he spins up into the Gotham sky and disappears. The Dark Knight does not give chase, instead glancing at Batgirl. <Oracle. Send an anonymous tip to the GCPD to keep a watch for Killer Moth. He didn't do anything tonight, but he's got a warrant out against him.> Then, his focus turns to Misfit and the nigh-unconscious Crazy Quilt. His features are stern as he glares at her, sizing her up in one glance before he reaches down to pluck the strange headgear off the dazed man on the ground. "You shouldn't have talked to him first," he chides Misfit, "You gave him time enough for a warning." 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Bbabs acknowledgement is a quiet click of the comms and she shifts over to another computer display to send an encrypted code message to GCPD with Kiler Moths last known location. Then glances back to the interaction between the trio of vigilantes with a grim expression. Tugging at her bottom lip when others step in to fix the mistake she made. This all could have been handled... 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' The news of the warrant has Batgirl hefting the batarang like she wished she'd used it. But she stows it away as she looks back to Misfit and the downed villain. "Hair color doesn't make a crimefighter. But you got moxie," she says as she moves over to Crazy Quilt. She rolls him over and applies some bat-cuffs to his to his wrists, before turning him back over and prying off his helmet to relieve of him of his light-making gear. She gives him a soft pat. "Don't worry, Kooky Comforter, the GCPD will have some ice for that jaw once they get you into your cell," she tells him. Batgirl continues to pat him down checking for anything else dangerous. "So how did you get behind him like that?" Batgirl asks, knowing the answer but giving the skittish teen something to talk about that is likely to keep her there. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' "Did you bleach it?" she asks incrediously and then puffs up at the statement that she has moxie. Which is about when it sinks in that he guy lecturing her is ... BATMAN... oh holy carp. The teenager just stares at him behind her cheap domino mask with very wide eyes. I mean honestly she looks like she is one step away from either asking him for an autograph or taking a selfie with him. The silence and staring actually gets a heartbeat towards uncomfortable. "I figured it was a good way to distract him and have him turn and present his jaw for the righteous punching ... I mean.. it worked right and pow .. wiff... booom..." she gesticulates to where Batgirl is appling batcuffs. Which is when she gets distracted again "Those are so fancy... I have zipties from Lexmart.. they use them to zip up wires I think but they seem to work good on criminals. I read about it online." Oh right crap Batman. She looks back to Batman and straightens up. The .. what is she fifteen. sixteen.. girl looks about ready to salute. "Hi .. I uh... well I'm here to fight crime and help. I fought a lot of crime in the last week too.. I knew there was a lot here but wow.. there is a lot of crime here... I was told I can't use Batgirl as a name because I guess she is still around... " a glance at Stephanie and then at Batman. "But I was told to call myself Misfit but Batwoman so that was awesome!" 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:''' "Misfit. Hnh." Batman simply repeats the name out loud, maybe trying to see how it sounds. He glances back at Batgirl, perhaps letting the more personable of the two of them do the actual 'being a human' thing. Of Misfit's technique, he says: "Sound strategy, sloppy execution. If you want him turning his head, he shouldn't be turning it at you unless you're ready to be a target. That outfit? You're not ready to be a target." With Crazy Quilt more or less out of it and Killer Moth fleeing into the night, Batman steps away from the group to press a finger to his ear through the cowl. When he speaks, his voice is low - a barely audible mutter save for those wired into the communications network. <What else can you tell me about our new ... friend. Anything?> 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' <<She is staying in the same tenament where her family was killed. Condemned, scheduled for demolition within a few weeks. She is sixteen years old. Her name is Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe. She ran away from the orphanage where they placed her... I have stalled investigations so far and begun work on a cover identity for her if she can be convinced to move to Gotham. I have set up a fund for her, as well. You can bring her here... if you want. I have the room.... and I feel like I owe her.>> Babs adjusts her glasses and looks down at her desk, head tilting side to side until her neck pops. 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' The blond Batgirl smiles over to Misfit after Batman is done talking to her for the moment. "How old are you?" she asks as she straightens up from the now-cuffed villain. The tone makes it just a question, one without any judgment sounding in it. And not letting on she knows the answer. The question is to engage Charlotte in conversation, not- There is a sudden bright burst of light and the sound of electricity zapping. "Don't tell me, Mothman just flew into a bug zapper," she says, intentionally misnaming the winged crook. "I'll go check it out," she offers, and then darts off into the night towards the distant electrical display. Tough flying at night around power lines, apparently. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Gosh darn. Batman said her codename. The girl's eyes get very wide again. To Batgirl she mutters "I didn't lie on my iSpace.. I'm sixteen... but very mature." mmmm hmmmm Then Batman is giving her advice on her technique. "So it is okay to punch them in the back of the head of kidneys?" she sounds like she worried it wouldn't be fair or something. She does seem to be taking mental notes though nodding thoughtfully. She tugs her homemade cape around. "I made it myself..." a litle self conscious as she talks to Batman. The BATMAN "Is Batgirl going to be okay with the moth guy or does she need backup?" 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:''' "She'll be fine," Batman answers without turning around, still holding the earpiece in his cowl to listen to Oracle's briefing. When it's done, he turns back around to face Misfit fully. "You need to learn where to hit them so they remember all the mistakes they made that led them to that point with the utmost clarity." A pause. "Do you want to learn how to hit like that, Misfit?" He doesn't acknowledge what Oracle said, but it seems nevertheless like he is going with it. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Charlie looks off once more the way that Batgirl vanished. She supposed Batman must be right. He is Batman after all and Batgirl is like her number one idol for years and all. She probably will be fine. Then she zones back in on Batman and listens rapt. "That .. was .. amazing." it was too. That is intense. "Fists of Justice" naming it right now. "Fists of regret.. guilt..." trailing off at the question. "Oh gosh yes sir Batman sir." 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:''' Misfit stands over a foot shorter than Batman, so when he talks with her he takes a knee. It's an unusual thing to see from someone who is given more to looming and looking menacing, but it seems as though this time that isn't the desired goal. He hits some hidden button on his gauntlet, the white eyes of his cowl lifting away to reveal blue eyes rimmed with dark paint to blend in with the gaps in his mask. For a short while he says nothing, just letting himself give off the best 'non-threatening' vibe he can give. "Misfit," he uses her alias pointedly, "I want to help you. But you have to allow me to help. If I bring you somewhere - to someone who can look after you, teach you, give you somewhere to stay here in Gotham - will you come with me?" 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Which well isn't all that non-threatening. I mean the whole Batsuit and his demeanor in it oozes a lot of threat. Despite that Charlie seems a bit immune to it. Kids. There is a blink as she makes eye contact "Oh hey.. your eyes are blue like mine... I mean I knew they weren't white.." pause "The whole eye thing though.. that is really the coolest thing I have seen ... just .. swish..." Then he is talking again. It is Batman not some crazy spidergirl but still she starts to look uncomfortable there. I mean she isn't really good at admitting that things are very wrong or her mom and sister are even gone. This is grazing close to it once more and well. Despite all her talking and the excited happiness a moment ago when he talks about helping her and taking her to someone who can look after her and give her a place to stay. The best way to put it is the happiness and light kind of die in her eyes. She doesn't look as quick to rabbit as last night, but there is this raw loss and lurking abyss of pain in the girl's eyes. It's an abyss the Bat knows well. She isn't the first vigilante orphan with a traumatic experience. Emotions war denial, worry, the abyss. "Did that Oracle person tell you I was lying about the mansion.... and butler too?" her voice is very small. But she hasn't bounced out yet. This is Batman. 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:''' "She did," Batman answers, his voice quiet - more like Bruce Wayne and not at all the terrifying growl put on to frighten the criminals, "I'm not going to lie. I understand a lot about losing people you care about. It happened to me, too. A long time ago. I did what you're doing now. I went out and I used that anger, fear, and sadness to be this. To be Batman." It's a damn side more honesty about himself that he shows most of the Family's allies, and even some of the people who have known him for years. But he presses on. "I know why you said what you said. I know why you want to do what you're doing here. There's no stopping you. If I run you out of Gotham, you'll come back. Or you'll go somewhere else and do the same thing there. I can't convince you this life is a bad one, Misfit, so I'm not going to try." He holds out one gloved hand, palm facing upwards and extended to her. "I'm going to help you so you can help everyone." 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' "Really?" she whispers in response to him saying he lost people important to him too. That it is why he became Batman. I mean when she steps back from it and examines it, it will make sense. She is doing it for the same reason after all. Why would she be surprised a similar crucible made Batman right. Look at all they have in common right. She still looks on the verge of tears or maybe vanishing, but she hasn't. She is listening and staring into his eyes, unsure and hurting a lot. "I ... lied about the mansion and butler.." she admits softly, she can't say the mom part because god it hurts so badly still. "I didn't want anyone trying to put me in the foster home again or stopping me..." she admits that but still didn't say she lied about her mom. I mean based on Oracles research while the firemen thought the unharmed if sooty 15 year old couldn't have been in the apartment when they died.. iti s likely wrong with her special skill. How else was she sooty. So yeah she likely watched them start to burn in front of her before saving herself. "I'm not going to stop.. I need to help people." she needs to help people like her, she needs to prevent people from being hurt like she has been hurt. Of course while some people go this way in the crucible, so many either break or move on somehow. This isn't every orphan in the world that puts on a mask. She puts her homemade gloved hand in his gloved hand "I do want to help people..." the need in her voice is raw, she wants a lot of things and well taking Batman's hand may be more of it than helping people in this moment. Through it all her voice is soft, pretty small. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Babs watches Batman be the emotional crutch she should have been the night before. Slowly, she reaches up and slides off her headset and hangs them from the clear glass statuelike face sitting beside one of her many monitors. When the decorative lights hit it, they send colors shining through the object like a disco-ball... but Babs isn't paying attention. Slowly she stands up from her desk and looks around as if she's lost something, reaching up to rub her neck with both hands, brushing fingers through her firey red hair, but not really finding whatever it is she's searching... With a slow breath, she takes a step away from her keyboard and walks steadily towards her bedroom, forcing her hand to stop trembling, and doing so unsuccessfully. There are few things that Barbara Gordon hates. GENUINELY hates... Top of that list is failure. And she failed Misfit. Her door closes behind her. 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:''' "Then come with me," Batman answers, rising to his feet but keeping Misfit's hand in his own as he does, "I'm taking you to see a friend of mine. Her name's Barbara. She's going to give you somewhere safe to stay, and make sure that if you're going to do this, that you do it right - and you do it as safely as you can." He starts to walk hand in hand with the young vigilante, heading back out of the park. Crazy Quilt unconscious and apprehended, he knows well enough that the GCPD will be here soon to take him in. Besides, after all the night's ridiculousness this seems like the more important thing. "We don't want to send you away or make sure you stop," he continues, "Someone tried to put me in foster care once. I didn't want to go there either. But what we want is to help you make sure this is the life you want to live. If you are? Then we'll help you. If not? We'll find you the place where you can be happiest." As they leave the park, the Batmobile remains parked on the curb and waiting for them. As they approach the doors open of their own accord. "Do we have a deal?" 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Well it seems to be working. Charlie lets Batman hold her hand, gosh part of her despite the sadness of all this still wants a selfie, and lead her out of the park now. She listens very closely and says with conviction once more "I need to do this." and maybe she does. Maybe she doesn't. She is very young and very hurt on the inside right now. She definitely believes she does. When the Batmobile comes into view and the doors open she almost trips over her own feet. "holy remote control car Batman." her eyes very wide, distracted for a moment and then she blinks and looks up to him. "Deal." she nods "Definitely." 
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9017/Rock Around The Clock(tower)

2019-08-31T05:50:38Z

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|Location=Barbara Gordon's Apartment, Clocktower
|Synopsis=Charlie thinks she is home alone. She isn't. Kara and Damian show up for very different reasons. Babs makes a brief appearance. Angst ends the day.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Charlotte aka Charlie to her friends or those that know her aka Misfit to the VILLAINY AND KNAVES of Gotham.... is home alone tonight. That's right. Barabara went out to do something adulty, like dinner, or espionage. Honestly Charlie isn't entirely sure what Babs is up to, but she does know this means she is in charge of the clocktower. Okay not really. But it does mean she ordered a couple of pizzas and is dancing to a music video over the very expensive WayneTech TV and Stereo system while she sings into a bottle of Mexican coke. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' And one of the people that might woosh around here every so often was one Miss Kara the Danvers. Knock knock knocking on the door, she lets herself into the little apartment. And what might come before her? The smell of Italian food. Be ye warned - there be pasta ahead. And behind, really, but this is what Kara was carrying in a paper sack as she kinda wanders into the apartment. "Babs? Is that...? That singing. There's /no way/ that was Barbara's voice. Kara purses her lips thoughtfully. 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      The night is the territory of the Batman and his kind. With the return of Damian Wayne to Gotham, also comes the return of Robin to the night sky.   Part of why the group does so well in the field is thanks to a network of safe areas and resupply stations located at random places in the city. The clock tower happened to be one such area.   Landing on the rooftop of the clock tower, a sensor scans Robin's face and prompts him for voice authentication. "Robin, zero five Alpha Golf." Tiles in the Tower move aside and allow Robin to enter. Sliding down the chute, Robin lands with near silence as he stands and accessed the cache of implements. A compartment in the wall opens and displays all the equipment available. It's a myriad of sharp things, extra grappling cartridges, and more. A bin of smoke pellets is accessed, and Robin reaches for a handful to resupply his dispenser. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' There is a soft chime, two soft chimes, from the Oracle array up on the loft. That is enough to make Charlie pause and stop dancing in front of the TV like a young muppet. "Whass that?" in that split moment of pause she is no longer in front of the TV but rather up at the loft behind the array peering at the screens, pizza forgotten. "Two intruders.. I mean.. probably not .. they did get past the security .. but they could be villains." there is absolutely no reason for her to sound so damn excited at the prospect, and yet here we are. The computer is studied and then she taps a button next to it leans to one of the microphones. "Identify yourself." of course it likely comes out of the speakers in the house through the voice synth Babs has built into her comms. Secretly Charlie hopes Villains. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' And Kara cants her head. It wasn't Damian's motions that clued her off, it was the opening of the cache doors. And Kara purses her lips some, bringing up her hand to adjust her glasses. Adjust her glasses as she activates her X-Ray vision, moving to sweep it up the walls and otherwise to try to spy (with her little eyes...) She gets a glimpse of Damian through the walls, before that voice runs through the home. "It's just me Barbara! But there's like a ninja or something up in your attic!" calls out Kara, although she keeps that X-Ray gaze on Misfit. HMMMMN. Who was /that/? It didn't /sound/ or look like Babs. So Kara starts to sneak... okay, she wasn't very sneaky. But she starts to move through the house, before she pokes her head into Misfit's little area, frowning severely at her as she adjusts her own glasses. 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Robin turns as he is commanded to identify himself. "Fuck off, Oracle. You know who it is." He comments before turning back and apprising the number of batarangs he has, and how many are here. Might as well do an inventory while he is at it. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Oh crap. One of them seems to know Barbara and the other one seems to maybe know Oracle. "Jinkees.. ninjas..." which totally goes over the speakers because she still had the button pressed. She jerks her hand off the button and then vanishes. Doesn't take the world's greatest detective to pin point something being wrong. I mean yes x-ray vision, there totally was a young woman, short, at the console a moment ago. But then not. Nothing there but a wisp of quickly fading purple and pink smoke when Kara looks into the area Charlie was. Charlie is grabbing her gear from over by the couch, at least the small baton she has been training with. Back down from the loft now without moving in the space between. "What kind of ninja do you think?" she calls up to Kara now in her own voice. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' X-Ray's had a hard time with smoke, after all! Seeing that great cloud of yuck spread through the room, Kara pauses a moment to kinda tap the side of her head. "Well," says Kara, her attention flickering between Charlie and the ceiling. A frown. "I mean... I don't know, I thought I heard someone..." Oh my gosh what a dirty mouth! "I um. I thought I heard a bump on the roof. Are you... um... do you live here?" she asks of the woman. 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Damian continues to work on the resupply. Continuing with his assessment, he takes a cartridge for the grapple gun, and inspects the CO2 levels on them. "Good, resupply two of these. Also: test out new design for the grapple, faster reeling and EM rail for grapple launching." 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' "From here... you have to have great ears lady.... and um.. I'll ask the questions!" she runs back up.. points the baton now at Kara menacingly "Step away from the computer stranger... explain how you got in here." she reaches past and hits the button. "Someone in here with a bag I don't recognize." which goes over the intercomm now. She is watching Kara attentively. Her hand leaves the button "Maybe.. you are the home invading ninja..." she notes enthused. "Are you?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' "I mean, um... it was a loud bump! I was right outside!" Kara points the door, as if this explained everything. And Kara lifts up her hands as the baton was waved at her. "I'm not a ninja - I promise! Look, I'm a student!" she babbles, lifting the bag full of Italian. "I mean... I brought food! Ninjas never bring food!" Kara pauses a moment more, kinda frowning as she peeks one eye open at Misfit. "...are you going to hit me?" 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      "Alright." He comments to himself, before he settles to give Oracle a piece of his mind.   Robin opens the outer door, and he already has an angry face on.   A short trek down the stairs, and Robin chimes in. "You're low on grapples, and in technological prowess, I can help you with the grapples...but it's a hopeless case on the secon...SHIT!" When he sees the two, and immediately reaches for his utility belt and throws two of those smoke pellets he just picked up. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Charlie looks to be, maybe sixteen if she is lucky. A bit scrawny. Gotham Knights sweatpants and a tanktop with an emoji batgirl on it. Also a baton in her her hand, one of the ones Batgirl use to use really if one is familiar with them. She menaces Kara with the baton. "Not ninja... not .. a student ninja.. and um.... oh.. food..." she half lowers that baton now. Which is when Robin arrives to give Babs a dressing down. Her attention slides over to the costumed hero "UM" which is when the smoke pellets are thrown down and at them "Holysmoke!" vanishing in the smoke when it bursts outwards, a bit of pink and purple smoke left behind with the batsmoke. Charlie appears a heartbeat later by her gear down by the couch once more, crouching. "I think there is a misunderstanding! ... no Ninjas!" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' "A student ninja?" asks Kara of the group. "I think that's just about as frightening as an actual ninja, I... eep!" she says. This eep was perfectly timed with the storm of smoke that fills the room, and Kara barely resists her reflex to woosh. Of course, she starts to cough with the smoke that starts to fill behind the area. Teleportation, smoke... it was getting really really smoky in here! "I um... what is even happening right now!" she says. Although the smoke did give her some cover. Cover enough to kinda woosh through the smoke to end up somewhere behind Damian, her hand to rest upon his shoulder. If she can. "So who are you people and what are you doing in the Clocktower?" comes her demand. 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Damian had planned on making an escape, but as he backs off, he feels a hand on his shoulder. Luckily he thinks this is just a civilian, so no defensive maneuvers are attempted. "What do you -mean- you people?" He asks, eyebrow raised and a judgey stare given from under the hood of his cape. He was dressed in all his attire, gold R and all.   Robin's flare never falters, he's earned his rep as a consummate angry boy. "What are -you- doing here?" He adds in, removing a grapple gun from his belt and holding it at the ready. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Charlie is still over by her stuff by the pullout couch, which to be noted, is not pulled out. She straightens and puts her hands on her hips now. "I live here!" then as the smoke fades out some she gets a better look. "WOAH.. Robin!" okay she sounds like a fan for sure as she watches him face off with grapplegun against Kara now. I mean maybe she should be like don't grapplegun the lady who brought over food and all but she is kinda speechless. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' It was a strange state of affairs, when a pullout sofa was not, in fact, pulled out. But as it was done, she coughs again, releasing Damian's shoulder as she brings her hand up to her mouth, clearing her throat just so. "Oh, you're a Robin?!" she says, pointing at her nose. "I kinda hang out here too, I'm um..." Koff koff. "I'm Kara. I live here too, so..." says the Supergirl, her eyes flickering to each. "I um... do you guys want some Italian food?" she asks, waggling the bag. "You know. Before the garlic bread goes all soggy and weird?" 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Robin keeps his glare through those white eyelets that cover his eyes. "What gave you that idea? Was it the red and green, or the giant R on my chest?" Yes, he was a smartass. No he wasn't apologizing.   Robin pulls down his hood and shakes his head. "No, I have water." He comments, looking to Charlie as the smoke clears. He was diminutive, but he had a commanding presence, much like Batman, if he were short. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Charlie does not have a commanding presence, she seems much to happy to be here right now and also she is Damian's height. "So cool." she breaths and then blinks and points "I have pizza and mexican cokes..." her hand reaching behind her to tap the TV off, music videos dying now. "I am pretty sure you don't live here though Kara... I mean.. sure I've only lived here like a week with the.. um.. owner.. but.. I haven't seen you?" she sounds worried now. "I mean there are two other people who live here.. but I think one is moving out and then I get the second bedroom.." Her eyes flick to Robin, definitely a look of help out here. He is more experienced after all. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' "Yes!" chirps Kara back to Robin with all of the trusting sound of someone who thought he was asking his smartass question in earnestness. "I'll take a mexican coke!" she says. "I mean... what's the difference between that and American cokes?" Music videos die, and that assault on her senses with her though. "I um. She told me about you," she says to Misfit. "She didn't tell you about me?" she asks, bringing up her hand to point at her own nose. "I mean, look at me - I'm harmless! How would I get /anywhere/ near this clocktower if I wasn't invited in?" she says. "I um. I slept on the couch once or twice. Maybe it was before you were, ah. Around, though," she says, bringing up her hand to kinda tug at the tip of her nose. She was looking vaguely guilty. She was a bad liar. 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Damian takes his flask out and drinks. Water of course. When he sees how Kara reacted to his comment though, makes him wonder.   "Then if you lived here, and you know what goes on, you would also know that else is here as well. A station to resupply a member of the family." 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Okay that isn't quite what she expected Damian to do or say. Charlie is honestly still a little bit suspicious. "I'm not questioning you being here Robin." she notes and then returns her scrutiny to Kara. "She didn't, but it has been a crazy week.. also well.. I could get in here no problem if I wanted to even if I didn't live here so I'm not sure if that is a good test." there is a frowny pause then "If she told you about me what is my name?" which is honestly a pretty good test. At least she thinks so. She looks between them both then picks up a mexican coke and moves to hand one to Kara. Still suspicious really but she has Robin backup. Which is serious backup right. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' "Um. It was kinda before all the classes. Was it... um... Stephanie?" she asks, her eyes kinda narrowing on Misfit. "I mean, I had a door key and everything." A beat. "BABS WAKE UP AND COME RESCUE ME!" There were lungs on this girl as she SHOUTS! Clearing her throat, she turns a shade or two darker. "I mean, I just kinda helped her with some information gathering on hook," she says. "That drug that... you know. That's bad news," she says. She moves to try to offer Misfit the bag of Italian food, as she takes the coke. "She seriously didn't mention me to either of you guys? Kara? You know," she says, kinda doing a hippy skirt swishy dance. ".../Kara/?" 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Babs head pokes out of her room... one eye blurry and thr other squinting, hair everywhere as if she where sleeping, "Why are you yelling, why yelling?" 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Damian crosses his arms, and giving a shrug of his shoulders. "I tend to stay out of people's business. As I like them to stay out of mine."   Robin continues to hydrate, before he finishes that flask and places it back, as Barbara makes her presence known. "You are low on grapple carts, and type three batarangs. I will deliver replacements before Patrol is over. And she woke you up." He says pointing to Kara. "Who is hiding something." Yes, bad liars can be exposed by a detective. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' "Jinkees..." when Barbara comes out of her room looking all desheveled "I thought you were out..." she has been partying it up with sugar and caffeine and pizza for a while now. "When.. did..." she lets it drop. Babs was batgirl, some ninja-ing is expected she suppose. "Uh.. what Robin said... is this lady okay and no.. I am not Stephanie." squinty look at Kara now. "Also I need some type three batarangs". 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' "I'm so not HIDING ANYTHING," says Kara, Far Too Loudly. Another few moments, and she brings up her hand to kinda massage the tip of her nose with that. "You're hiding something, Robin," she says, trying the age-old tactic of accusing before she could be accused. "Babs it's you ah my goodness, save me! Tell them I'm not evil or a villain or something! They're going to beat me up!" she says. "I don't know who you are then just that there was someone cool hanging around and I should meet them so I bought enough Italian food to feed several horses in case you were, you know, hungry and..." Breath. "I can just go too, but you looked like you were having fun with those video games?" 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Babs days are spent largely in a coma, "Okay..." Squinty eyed glance at the trio... First Damian, "Thanks, Robin.. make sure to bring a few extra for Misfit." Pointing in Chatlie's direction, "Charlie, this is Kara." Motioning from one to the other, "Robin, Kara, Charlie, Robin." Point, point, point. "Kara is not evil, shes my girlfriend... she has a key." The red head pops back into the room. 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Robin keeps his arms crossed, then all of a sudden they're dropped to his side, mouth slightly agape. "I knew it. I knew it!"   Damian laughs with one sharp HA! Before he takes out that grapple gun again. "This is my girlfriend, Kara." Damian comments, in Barbara's voice. "Oh, that's rich. Next she's going to say she's a kryptonian or something equally absurd."   It was a cover, not many people could have moved that fast in the smoke to get behind Robin without setting him off. Damian does have his doubts, but she's at least some sort of speedster in his eyes. For now, he stays out of it, heading back up to the exit so he can get back out there. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Charlie blinks a couple of times and looks at the retreating Barbara and then to Kara. "Well shoot.. I had no idea that she was dating someone..." she reluctantly sets her thumping baton down somewhere. "Uh.. nice to meet you Kara." When Robin seems to be making his way out. "Maybe we can totally go on patrol sometime... I am trying to learn from the best." she notes chipperly. In a much better mood now that danger has passed. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' And of course, Kara turns all sorts of colors at that. Up come her hands, waggling her fingers at the tip of them. Clearing her throat, "It's, ah. Nice to meet you both," she adds. "And.. ah... yeah. That would be um. Absurd," Kara says, her eyes glancing downwards and away from the group. "It's ah... wow, you're kinda scary with that thumping baton, Charlie," she says. "And it's good to meet you, Robin," she says, waggling her hand in a wave to him. "So. You guys... all... batpeople too?" 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Damian stops as he's followed by Charlie, staring her down from behind that mask. "It is not a game to go out and totally have fun with. Patrolling the streets is our first defense against letting the city drown in crime." Though her compliment, wether meant or not, has Robin a little more softer than others who've proposed the same thing. "I will give you a shot. If you have got what it takes, then we can talk more."   He gives a nod in regards to Kara before he shoots the grapple and reels himself out of the Clocktower. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' "Awesome." is Charlie's response, not I know Robin, or of course Robin, just .. Awesomee... Then once he grapples away she turns back and heads back to Kara to make sure she picks up the italian and takes the bag to unload it with the pizzas she got. "He seems very intense, a lot like Batman really, who is super intense..." she goes to get some plates for the pasta.. hesitates then gets bowls and spoons and forks. "I'm a Misfit... tho not in a meanly lable sort of way.. I am kinda odd and I have fun doin this so I guess they are all probably right about the tagline...anyhow I am tots owning it since I can't be batgirl." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' A nod back to Damian. Stoic. Cool. Kara could do that too. She even gives him a fingergun and a 'hey'. But what do you do. "And Babs can be..." she lowers her voice, although the Oracle hears all and sees all. "... super intense too. Maybe that's like a muscle. You have to work your intensity muscle," she says. "I didn't know you had so much food already or I would've bought some tiramisu," she says. "You know, instead. Because that's how things work," she says. She wasn't waiting, though. She was spooning herself a lot of pasta. "You can be a Batgirl. I know I want to be a Batgirl when I grow up," she teases, a bit. "But Misfit is a cute name," she says. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' "I'm pretty sure I don't have an intensity muscle like that.. or maybe I sprained it... but Babs isn't too intense. She seems really nice to me." of course Charlie is a wayward orphan in Gotham. Heck Batman was nice to her even. Soft spot. "Dessert is important, and should be eaten first.. alas..." she picks up a piece of garlic bread though. "I... I don't think cute will instill fear into the hearts of varlets and knaves?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' "Well. Ahem. She's kinda intense when she's working, and being... you know. /Oracle/," whispers Kara as if sharing a deep dark secret to the wayward orphan. "Maybe," she says to Misfit at that though, moving to spoon another extra helping of pasta onto her plate. Big appetite, this one. And she starts to eat. "Well, or it'll inspire more fear," she says. "You know, if something cute is beating you up, it makes you look weird at the villain convention," she remarks to the other young woman. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' "That.. is a lot of pasta..." she murmurs and then blinks "Oracle voice is kind of daunting yes..." she smiles amused. "But she is still nice." she heads back for her soda and decides to get another slice of her pizza. "So are you like in college then... Babs enrolled me in a private girls school... which is.. going great.. it is totally like my school in .." names a neighborhood in like the worst part of Metropolis's slums. "honestly I've never seen so many cool shoes..." "Do villains have conventions?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' And Kara blinks at what Misfit names, her brow furrowing together as she forks some pasta up into her mouth. "I am. I was taking a science major, but I'm doing a lot of journalism classes. Ah... journalish runs in the family, you know, and I have a cousin super into it, so." A shrug of her shoulder. "...a private girl's school? How do you feel about that? Besides the shoes, at least," says Kara, her tone of voice getting quirky. "Didja get any good pairs of your own?" she asks. Another pause. "Maybe? Probably? They probably get sick of getting beaten up from time to time." She was working on the pasta pretty hard there. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Charlie watches her innhale the pasta and works her slice of pizza a good deal slower. "Journalism... I figure in a couple years Babs is going to make me pick something to go to college for.. I mean is fighting crime a bad thing to major in." she just sighs like she is super put upon. She also definitely confirms she is like 15 or 16 as well. "I got a couple nice pairs yup! She gave me a credit card to get clothes and school supplies so I got everything I was told I would need for it and a bunch of stuff that burned up in the fire for around here." "Also I am sure they will all be my best friends in this new school though in no time.. I had tons of friends in my old school." lies, she was a weird kid even before she became a vigilante orphan. "No one has made me fight them... do you think they will.. I mean I will totally kick their asses but that would probably not make friends.." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' "I hope not," says Kara. "I mean, school should be a pretty fun time, but I get some people get serious about it. Or they're just jerks, you know?" says the hidden benoodled Supergirl, as her plate works its way towards empty. But she was slowing down, believe it or don't. "That's gotta be fun," she says, smiling wide. "... that burned up in a fire?" she asks, her brow furrowing. "And yes? You seem kinda friendly. I believe it. But um... I guess the whole secret superhero thing probably gets in the way of that, too." 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' Charlie looks a little uncomfortable at the question about a fire. "Uh.. yeah all my stuff got burnt up..." and more but she seems to be avoiding talking about that. Is she sad. Yes she is suddenly sad. She doesn't like thinking about the sad stuff. "I'll be back in a minute..." she notes and she heads off to the bathroom leaving Kara with her empty pasta plate. 
}}

8937/Sanctum Delivery

2019-08-25T08:49:16Z

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|Date of Scene=2019/08/24
|Location=Sanctum Santorum - Base Floor
|Synopsis=Black Alice orders an arcane artifact with ASAP Delivery. Gets a visit from Kally.
|Cast of Characters=7913,7666
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:7913|Black Alice (7913)}} has posed:''' Alice has been ordering a lot of delivery for the last week or so. She isn't sure she wants to deal with finding the Sanctum again if she leaves. I mean sure 'Dr. Strange' hasn't asked her to leave but he might just make her fight the spells to come back. So yeah deliveries. Food. Booze. Stuff from amazon. Tonight though she is expecting a delivery from a courier from an occult antique shop on the upper west side. The Sanctum is hard to find like Alice worries about. Sure the address on the shipping order is accurate and when you arrive you don't see it. Looking around for it will let it fade in before your head turns back. You have an official business invited this once by the occupants. 

:'''{{#var:7666|Kally (7666)}} has posed:''' Like usual, she is using her talents to make sure she gets there within the time she offers. She is the fastest courrier in the city, or so she claims. It's hard to argue with it when she can fold her bike up, put it on her shoulder and...well, she's across the city at nearly half the speed of sound via rooftops. She lands right near the address requested, unfolds her bike and hops on. A moment later she is biking at somewhat above natural speeds through the streets, easily avoiding people with impressive agility before she comes to a skidding stop near to the location. A soft glow comes from her that fades quickly. Most who saw it likely thought it a trick of the light. She lets out a slow breath before she folds her bike up and easily puts it over her shoulder, holding her satchel over the other. She uses her impressive physical form to make such a feat only impress, not make people question as she glances slowly around. "What...the?" She asks of no one in particular as she looks at the address again and then blinks as she spots the place. Those with the senses likely notice something approaching...something dead? Undead? It's very unclear. Then there's a knock at the door. 

:'''{{#var:7913|Black Alice (7913)}} has posed:''' Lori cracks an eye open when she realizes that Sanctum is informing her of an approaching unnatural visitor. "Huh.. never thuoght the shop would spring for supernatural delivery methods... that is bound to go all Needful Things on them eventually I bet..." She heads out of her room, past the magical artifact display area, and down to the front door. Shortly after you knock she opens the door wearing black pajama pants and a blood red tank top. "That was super speedy... I guess you get what you pay for when you are rich and impatient." honestly she used Sanctum funds, this is sort of work related after all. The interior behind Alice is surprising. I mean sure the front looked nice enough for a reasonably sized brownstone. Inside. It sure seems bigger and impressive as all hell behind her. 

:'''{{#var:7666|Kally (7666)}} has posed:''' A smile and she gives a nod, "I am the best." She chuckles and nods her head as she looks around. Kally blinks as she looks inside and then at Alice, "So, this place...is weird." She states and then looks around it a moment, seeming confused as to why her senses don't seem to and didn't seem to work. She looks confused a moment before looking back to Alice and hten she opens her satchel and pulls out a box. She then slides out a tablet and opens it up, "Either way." She offers the tablet where she can sign. 

:'''{{#var:7913|Black Alice (7913)}} has posed:''' "You have no idea. It is three floors of spacious bullshit and weirdness..... and that is saying something what this being New York." Lori reaches for the tablet. Twirling the pen as she reads it over. Always read every contract so you don't sell your soul on accident. She taps the stylus and says something that sounds like nonsense, casting a spell to dispell illusions and grant true sight in case it is trying to trick her. "Right... there we go.." she signs and offers the tablet back. 

:'''{{#var:7666|Kally (7666)}} has posed:''' A smile as she takes the signature and then offers the box over, "So, like, weirdness? What kind of weirdness if you don't mind me asking?" She asks as she offers the box over to Alice and then looks back to her, "I mean, on the weird stuff meter, this place is pretty high on mine." She nods her head, "I'm fully sure this place was not here when I just arrived here. 

:'''{{#var:7913|Black Alice (7913)}} has posed:''' Alice accepts her box and squints at it then tucks it under her arm. "Yeah it is a super strange house, like .. yeah no words...." she grins "I mean you can ask what I mean, or you could tell me why the weird house tld me something sort of dead.. undead.. so complicated was delivering the box. That isn't too common usually it is just a side gig human type person." bright bitchy smile. 

:'''{{#var:7666|Kally (7666)}} has posed:''' A blink at that and then she looks around a moment and then back at Alice, "If you are asking if I'm dead, I'm very not." She states and nods her head, "Pulse and everything." She offers her hand, "Care to check?" She blinks and tilts her head before looking again at the house and back to Alice, "Your house...usually talk to you?" She asks and tilts her head, "Cause, houses don't usually talk to people." 

:'''{{#var:7913|Black Alice (7913)}} has posed:''' "This one does..." she looks at the offered hand and then lifts her free hand and twists it around in the air fingers moving. Golden light starts to form a glyph in the air covered in runes and spinning slowly around her fingertips and then she holds it in front of one of her eyes. Still staring at your hand.. "Let's see .... well you are definitely sucking in necromantic energy and and .. a beacon." "Well I suppose none of my business really, unless you fucked with my package." 

:'''{{#var:7666|Kally (7666)}} has posed:''' A blink as she looks at the light show and then she stares at Alice, "That...was new." She states softly and then looks behind herself at all the people pointedly ignoring all this and then looks back to Alice and gasps, "Ok, whatever that was with your hand withstanding, I take offense at that second part." She points at the package, "That box is fully intact. I offer not only the fastest AND safest package delivery but accurate and untouched package delivery." SHe nods her head, "I did not suspect any illegal activity and accepted the order." She nods her head, "I am the best in the city." She nods her head. 

:'''{{#var:7913|Black Alice (7913)}} has posed:''' "Ah well okay then I suppose. It's just an old sumarian knife that will be useful in a spell I want to try from a marginally off limits book. This is fine." another grin, half crooked. "As for the beacon.. I mean you are basically beacon of death .. it probably helps suck in the death energies." 

:'''{{#var:7666|Kally (7666)}} has posed:''' A blink at that and then she looks back again, "I notice people are sorta avoiding all this talk and this area but can...we not talk about this on the street? I'd super appreciate not talking about this on the street." SHe looks back to Black Alice, "I mean, not super comfortable talking about it at all but on the streets less so." 

:'''{{#var:7913|Black Alice (7913)}} has posed:''' "I am pretty sure the current owner of the house may kick me out if I let someone inside while he is fucking around with leyline magic and all under my room. I like the room, it is pretty much a holodeck." there is a vague gesture. "As for them, you are on the first ward, they can't see or hear us." 

:'''{{#var:7666|Kally (7666)}} has posed:''' "Well, that's just comforting." Kally states and clears her throat as she looks back to the street a moment and then to Alice, "Well, not sure about all this other stuff you said but yes. Ok, I am a beacon for the undead because like a plant absorbing ambient energy from the sun, I take in the ambient energy that the undead naturally give off." She nods her head, "Mystery solved." She shrugs, "Not a choice in the matter. Not comfortable with it. Lots of terrible things come from it." 

:'''{{#var:7913|Black Alice (7913)}} has posed:''' "Huh, see something new every day... such a truism...." she looks thoughtful. "Man do you store all that energy or use it somehow?" pause "Because if you are storing it .. I am surprised no asshole hasn't tried to just hook you up like a battery." 

:'''{{#var:7666|Kally (7666)}} has posed:''' A look over at the street again and then she looks back to Alice, "Umm, I really didn't expect this delivery to come with a talk about all of what I am or what I can do but yeah. I use it." She nods her head, "And...rather not tlak about who tried to use me or why. Just...was kinda hoping to deliver this to..." She hmms, "Black Alice..." SHe looks up at the girl and then back at the tablet, "Really? I mean, there's more questions there than about my abilities." 

:'''{{#var:7913|Black Alice (7913)}} has posed:''' A laugh and a nod "Fair I suppose... Practitioners of the arts tend to not use their birthname but rather go with a pseudonym or nickname. " a direct look now. "So I picked that name. They won't question it in the system though so don't worry." Another vague gesture. "Well I'm glad they aren't now." and seems that is all she says about that. "You strong enough with all that juice to hurt a god?" mmm "Asking for a friend." 

:'''{{#var:7666|Kally (7666)}} has posed:''' A blink at that question and she stares for a moment, "Umm...maybe?" She asks and tilts her head before looking to the side, "I really...haven't fought any?" She shrugs before considering, "I mean, I can throw a sedan pretty far." She nods her head and looks inside the place again before shifting on her feet a little and sliding her tablet into the satchel, "I am, well, really fast, too." She nods her head, "Kinda part of the whole delivery thing." 

:'''{{#var:7913|Black Alice (7913)}} has posed:''' "Well definitely work to your strengths I always say like I am some sort of wise sage or some bullshit...." she snrks "Sedan throwing isn't quite the level of god punching that may need to be done." she glances around then to Kally. "Got digits?" she fishes out her phone. 

:'''{{#var:7666|Kally (7666)}} has posed:''' A shrug, "I really haven't...tested my strength?" She shrugs, "I am just, well, very fast and a good fighter. I think. Anyway." She looks to the side, "Look, that part is complicated given I was taught by a man who is quite dead but still teaching." She shrugs and then offers her number over to Alice cause, frankly, at this point, she already knows too much anyway. She then adds, "I really don't know how strong gods are or why that's important." She shrugs, "Either way, if you need help and seeing as we are going by made up names, I'm Omnis." 

:'''{{#var:7913|Black Alice (7913)}} has posed:''' "You never know when you need some sort of magical battery undead punching girl...." she mmms "Omnis." and then tucks her phone back in her pocket. "I sent ou a text nack, easiest way. Anyhow I need to get going on this ridiculously bad idea ritual.. it was nice to chat about wierdness." With that she shuts the door stepping back a step. If the house is looked away from it is just gone. 
}}

Misfit

2019-08-21T03:28:19Z

Werekit:

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|NameOnMUSH=Misfit
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=8868
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/xqRcFZ3.jpg
|FullName=Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe
|Gender=Female
|Species=Magician
|Theme=DC
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Homeless Vigilante
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=Gotham City
|Education=Some High School
|Groups=[[Batman Family]]
|Quote="Dark Vengeance! HSssssS!"
|PAge=16
|AAge=16
|DOB=26 June 2011
|Height=160 cm (5'3")
|Weight=50 kg (110 lbs.)
|Hair=Red
|Eyes=Blue
|Song="Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen (Muppet Music Video Version)
|Profile=Charlie is determined to be a superhero even if she dies trying. The dark take would be what else does she have in her life at this point to lose having lost her family and her home. Not that she is viewing it fatalistically because that just isn't her. She is putting on a mask, hitting the streets of Gotham, and showing the world that she can be just as good at this crime fighting and saving people thing as her idol Batgirl with optimism and a deep well of youthful hope.
|Description='''Description:'''
 
This teenage young lady looks to be a natural redhead, which she keeps long enough to reach her mid-back. Blue eyes, pale skin, and freckles complete her look, perhaps she has Irish heritage. She stomps in at a petite five foot three inches, not the biggest but also not the smallest and probably clocks in at 110lbs. Athletic shape if a little scrawny, no excess weight at all on the girl. Right now she is dressed for crime fighting. She is wearing a low budget classic batgirl outfit. Dark blue batgirl cowl and attached cape, which looks home-made. Yellow gloves with the traditional fringe. Blue jeans, yellow (not a utility) belt, and black and white converse sneakers.
|History='''History:'''
 
Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe, is not really Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe. Charlie's true name is lost to her as she was born on Gemworld. She was a Princess of the Ruby House but when the wars happened and her house was razed with most of her immediate family killed. To save her she was sent to earth, her memory paved over and replaced. She retained her main power to teleport and the muscle memory and ingrained fighting skills. (Source: https://thehappysorceress.tumblr.com/post/20681674304/a-few-words-from-misfits-mom-gail-simone) On earth she was inserted into the lives of a small family that lived in an apartment in Metropolis's worst slum. Her mother and her newborn little sister were all the family she had as she never met her father and had no memories of him thanks to the spellwork. Her mom did her best to make ends meet, working a job as a waitress at national diner next to a twelve screen cineplex. Charlie knew she had a superpower, a small slew of powers really if you stopped to take an inventory of all of them, though some people might just collapse them into her teleporting. She rarely used it though because they made her mother really uncomfortable. Charlie figured it was just fear for her safety since she felt her mom sincerely loved her and treated her well. She had no way of knowing it was part of the magic protecting her that placed her with her 'family'. Despite the lack of size in their crappy apartment she did have her own small room, which she got to decorate the best she could. Anyone who could have seen the room would have known she was a big fan of Batgirl. The original kick-ass Batgirl. Things went downhill though rather abruptly about six months ago. The landlord of the apartment building had bribed the safety inspectors that did the already infrequent inspections of the local buildings. The fire escape had collapsed and was never replaced and the buildings smoke detectors were either without power or outright broken so there was no warning. When a really bad fire broke out, Charlie and her family were trapped in the apartment. Charlie and her mom knew from some of Charlie's experiments with her powers that living things didn't survive 'bouncing' with Charlie when she teleported. So Charlie couldn't save her family. Not wanting to leave them she held out until her mother made her, screaming at her to teleport out. All in all, seventeen people died in that fire. Despite the fact the Landlord was a horrible Slumlord and clearly criminally responsible his sentence was a mere six months, time served. The injustice of her family's deaths. The lack of criminal court system working. All of that was just not fair. Not right. She could have ended up going into a life of crime so easily with her capabilities. Still the part of her that idolized Batgirl was the part of her that won out in the end. Six months after the fire that took her family, Charlie, homeless, has surfaced as a crime-fighter in Gotham City, wearing a homemade Batgirl costume. It wasn't very good. It involved some bat-a-rangs (probably fake ones) she bought in a Gotham pawn shop. Frankly it is embarrassing. (Source: Birds of Prey 96 / 98 / 108)
|Personality='''Personality:'''
 
ADHD: She seems to have boundless energy and trouble focusing her attention for great lengths of time. She may mean well and be a ray of sunshine, but some people can find her a bit annoying. It is likely due to a mix of brain chemistry and the chaos magic but she can?t help it. Immature: She hasn't had the best childhood and that coupled with her deeply personal trauma has caused a lot of problems for her. She can easily end up acting younger than a sixteen year old highschool dropout should act. Then again she is a sixteen year old high school dropout, how mature are they anyways. Sweet Optimism: She really is a good person and a good girl. She has a really big heart and genuinely wants to help people and for people to like and accept her. She wants friends, she wants love, and she wants acceptance. She is also terribly optimistic despite her trauma that things are going to work out for the best. The strong need for acceptance friends and love may all be due to her trauma though.
|Abilities='''Accelerated Healing:'''
 
Charlotte also has good degree of accelerated healing directly connected with her 'bouncing' ability. When healing via bouncing, she feels temporarily drained and cannot bounce again as quickly. The amount of delay is relative to the amount of healing done by the bounce. For example, If she were to be shot in the belly with a bullet, the wound would be non-serious on first bouncing to another location, and healed completely on a second bounce. Grievous wounds from things such as fire or acid, multiple gunshot wounds, or those from energy weapons will become non-critical after one bounce and healed after several. This kind of healing leaves her drained and very sluggish with the drain mentioned above. Loss of limbs or entire organs are currently beyond her ability to heal with a 'bounce'. If she is rendered unconscious she will not be able to heal until she is conscious and able to 'bounce'. 
 
'''Bouncing:'''
 
Charlotte has the ability to teleport (or, as she calls it, "bouncing") vast distances without error. She wills herself where she wants to go and then she does so by appearing and disappearing in a burst of pink-purple smoke. The teleport's arrival itself is flawless, but this has nothing to do with where she can teleport to. Misfit can jump to a familiar person (met a few times or had an in depth conversation or encounter with). Consent based if a PC. Otherwise Misfit has to know the approximate location she is aiming for. I.e. what building, what floor, and roughly where in the building. She could not jump to "the control panel with the self-destruct for the missile" but could jump to "the control room on the 4th floor, southeast corner of LexCorp's Gotham office". An even bigger restriction is that she is only able to teleport herself because no other living objects survives bouncing with her. 
 
'''Peak Human:'''
 
She has peak human physical characteristics including strength, agility, stamina, and reflexes. This may be due to her homo-magi genetics and heritage. Nothing ridiculous or even remotely superman-esque but she can take out street level villains and go toe to toe with more seasoned ones or serious threats safely. 
 
'''Security Bypass:'''
 
Bouncing will place her in a place safe from immediate detection by normal technological security at the moment of entry. I.e. she won't be in front of a moving camera, but she might only have seconds to get out of the way. Her appearance won't set off a motion detector, but moving afterwards might set it off. This does not necessarily prevent detection by living beings present. To avoid magic or otherworldly sensors it would be a TP / staff approval power. In particular, the chaos magic emanating from her Bounces is not 'muffled' and is prone to being noticed by those with magic senses. 
 
'''Sorcery:'''
 
Charlotte is a Homo Magi of an unusual heritage and she is currently totally untrained in her studies of the occult. Sure she may have lots of potential but currently all of it is expressed through instinctual use of powers like her 'Bounce' at this point. She is so green and untrained she doesn't even realize she has magic vs. a meta-gene. This is solely untrained potential. Any powers gained from it require +request for additions to the +sheet.
|Skills='''Gamer:'''
 
Charlotte is really remarkably good at video games (at least according to herself). 
 
'''Hand To Hand:'''
 
Really Impressive fighting skills for someone who as far as she knows hasn't taken any classes. While she hasn't had the training as far as she remembers to really apply them fully there is a lot of muscle memory there waiting for the conscious mind to harness. There are some limitations though. Due to the way her memories were suppressed when she fully flexes her chops it causes some cognitive dissonance so she downplays her abilities. She also craves the attention and training of her superhero idols which she wouldn't get as much of if she excelled out of the gate so she holds back.
|Resources='''Lifestyle:'''
 
Currently she has been living in her condemned mostly burned apartment building in Metropolis and is 'commuting' (aka bouncing) to Gotham to fight crime. She has very little resources other than some money she has recently taken from muggers she stopped.
|Weaknesses='''Cocky:'''
 
It may be that she is covering up for deep seated feelings of loss. Loss of her family. Loss of control of her life. No matter what the cause is though she acts very cocky and overconfident. 
 
'''Guilt:'''
 
On some level she really blames herself for her mother and sisters death, if only she had been able to do something about it. She probably needs therapy but then what vigilante doesn't, who in their right mind puts on a costume and beats up muggers. Oh right this also comes with a side order of nightmares she doesn't talk about. 
 
'''Hero Worship:'''
 
She craves the attention and training from her superhero idols. On the surface she wants their acceptance and attention which is not unusual for a teenager. Deeper down what she really wants is a family to care about her, support her, and love her. Thinking she let them down would be crushing, and she is likely to express it as trying twice as hard to earn their praise and love. 
 
'''Hunted:'''
 
The people she was hidden from would surely like to find out where she is and who she is. They would like to snuff out her family lineage forever. Thankfully they currently don't know where she is or who she is as they have deep resources both mundane and magical. 
 
'''Lethality:'''
 
Her teleportation power is dangerous to other living creatures. She can not use it to directly save anyone. She could not save her mother and sibling, an event that has left some deep mental scars. Whatever the cause, be it chaos magic or something else, her power is personal and can not save people by taking passengers. This limitation and the consequences of trying really disturbs her. She is not the kind of person who would kill and she is not going to use her power to do that. The thought makes her sick and she tries to avoid thinking about it and just will not do it. 
 
'''Naive:'''
 
The other side of her optimism is her naivety. Despite her tragic backstory which drives her to try to help other people she genuinely thinks things will work out for the best most of the time. This is a world of heroes right? 
 
'''Orphan:'''
 
She lost her mom and sister in the fire and doesn't have any other family members to fall back on. 
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8886/Fast Food Faster Fight

2019-08-20T07:17:03Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/08/20
|Location=Big Belly Burger, Gravesend
|Synopsis=Gwen and Peter catch up. Lot has gone in in a couple spider weeks.
|Cast of Characters=118,4
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' What a night. First she met up with Peter to try to tell him about her adventures. Then there was this guy named Vermin who was rampaging out of control with his army of rats to rob jewelry stores in Brooklyn and also destroy the Big Belly Burger for some reason. Yeah giant rats. What the fuck ya'll. Still it ended after about an hour of Spider and Rat with Vermin webbed to the front of a local precinct and Gwen collapsing still in costume on the roof of the saved Big Belly Burger panting. "Do you think they would ... comp us some burgers... for saving them?" 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' Spidey dangles infront of the webbed up Vermin with one bug eye wide and the other narrowed, "I don't know what you thought was going to happen here, Mighty Mouse, but you need a role-model." Lowering himself down from the webline, he trots towards Spider-Ghost.. or Ghost Girl... Spider Lass? Whatever, it's so damn hard keeping up with all these names. "Nice." His hand comes up for a high-five, then a low, five, then an elbow tap, then a heel click. "Uhhhh... Well..." Rubbing the back of his neck, glancing at the Belly Burger they'd just kept from being destroyed. "Maybe? I guess we can ask? Two of your double belly burpies and a shit clogger, if'n you please." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "That isn't what they call them at all..." she sits up and doesn't do all the fancy high fives and everythign. Nope she gets completely to her feet then punches him in the shoulder. "Come on lets grab a bag of burgers.. leave the giant ratlord with the cops." She pauses to make sure he is still unconscious. "And go talk about life and stuff..." she punts a small rat that is trying to gnaw her foot. "Deal?" 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "You're killing me by not learning the secret spider handshake." Pete rubs his arm where she punches him and shrugs indifferently as he moves to join her, stepping right in through the broken front window, "Heeeellooo? Everyone okay in here? Did the creepy rats drestroy the deep frier? Cus I just worked up a mighty hunger saving this joint... and..." Glancing around, leaning forward to look beneath tables, "Excuse me, what're the chances you could hook us up with some comp burgers?" That's as good as ana greement right? 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Spider-Gwen peers behind the counter. "Honestly it looks like they and all the customers fled out the back of the restaurant..." ... ... "Free burgers." she slides over the counter and loads up a couple of bags with all the food waiting in the to be bagged area. Sliding back over the counter. "So lead the way to a convenient roof." pause Slides back over, gets a couple of giant big belly sodas and then slides back over the counter again. She distributes the loot. "Okay now lead." 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "See, this is why we're friends. You appreciate the necessity of rewarding civic duty." Spidey double points at Gwen basically stealing burgers, which he'll definitely be blamed for in the papers, but whatever, then leads the way back out the window fires off two webbings to a nearby roof, yanking himself up into the air easily and launching into another swing that deposits him on an old brown-stone a block or two away. One foot plants on a stairwell, pushing off his back leg, to hoist jump up atop it for a seat. "Gimmie gimmie." Grabby handing at Gwen. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Ghost Spider is there to carry her fair share of the spoils. She follows him hopping out of the window now. Her own webline fired and she laucnhes herself up and then follows him along, carefully carrying a spider webbing packet of food bags. Once she lands she tosses two of the bags of food over to Pete and then sets the drinks down. "Right." She peels her mask up. "So I think that tall Rat guy may be one of The Shredders mutanimals .... I mean how else would there be a giant mutant rat running around town?" 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' Pete catches the bags easily and webs one of the drinks into his open palm. "Thank you and thank you." With his spoils set down beside him, he reaches up to pull his mask off and lay it across his thigh. One of the burgers gets fished out and unwrapped to take a massive side bite with an appreciative mmmm, eyes rolling up in his skull. "Really? Well, it makes sense I guess. Honestly, the whole mutated animal things is getting a little played out. Giant Lizards, Giant Rats... Giant Rhinos... even if he's in a suit." Another bite. "jsh shem sho shille." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen collapses onto her back, drink on the roof by her and a burger in her hand. She just starts eating it. She stays with her mask peeled up above her nose but still obscuring her eyes and hair for the moment, habit. Spotting you ditching the mask though she does too. The pink in her hair is gone for the moment, a new dye to it. "Well he has a lion man.. and I guess a rat man and others... the turtle and dog and fox are good guys." More burger is eaten, still laying out on her back. "I went to that rich person charity kid thing in Gotham Lodge last night... paid gig to look pretty and wear a designer dress." 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "Sounds like he's got a whole zoo. You think he could make a little extra scratch selling tickets? Don't pet the animals... these animals pet back... to death." Pete finishes one burger and tosses the wrapper in the bag beside him to grab another. "Yeah?" Glancing sidelong at her with a nod, chin wrinkled, "I had a press pass, but was preoccupied. I'm thinking about letting my job at the Bugle go. Cutting into my social life." Peeling open the second burger to take a massive side bite. Clearly he's dropped any pretenses to table manners infront of Gwen. But she's known him since he was a kid... so.. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' It is true. Gwen does not have high expectations about Peter's table manners. Not that she is being a lady after that fight, slower to the second burger than Peter but still trucking. "What about money? I mean ... oh and since when did you get a social life?" 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "Money isn't as tight anymore." Pete at least uses a napkint o wipe the ketchup from his mouth. Crumpling it up in his red fist, "Thousand a week stipen from the Avengers is about twice what I was making at the Bugle anyways." His tongue drags across his teeth between the first and second devouring bite, another wrapper in the bag. "Since about a month ago." Sucking down several big gulps from the big gulp. "A guidance Councilor at the school where I teach. Kitty ... Katherine.. Pryde." Pause, "She met Aunt May..." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen stops eating and sits up, despite the pain this causes of her. The stopping eating now sitting up. "No way!" "The avengers pay their interns a stipend... I am busting my ass working three gigs and you get a stipend... I am doing something wrong here...." She collapses back to the rooftop. "Maybe I should apply to join the Justice League..." pause.. pause... "Wait.. you got a girlfriend?" 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "I'm not an intern anymore, you jask ass." Pete shakes his head and rubs at the back of his neck with the tips of his fingers in a nervous gesture he's had since just after he got weird in high school. "It only took me 9 years to get recognized by the Avengers, Gwen.. You should be able to do it by next week." Glancing at a nonexistant watch, fries in hand now. A clutch of them is shoved into his open mouth. "Huh... pal'ing around with Batman? Yeah, I bet you'd fit right in with their brood." pause. Pause. Loading. .... "Yeah. Serious one too.. like really serious." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen grins "Ahah.. but you were!" she counts this as a victory. Then she starts eating again. "Batman is creepy, I think I am more Wonder Woman and Superman's speed anyhow... I met Wonder Woman and the Queen of Atlantis last night... if I wasn't working as Gwen I woulda asked how joining the Justice League works." pause.. pause.... Blink "Wait.. someone is seriously.. dating you.. like serious serious?" yes Gwen is teasing Peter. "The guy who said relationships and being a superhero doesn't work..." 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "Shut up." Pete shakes his head and smirks at Gwen, "Shut your stupid mouth. Don't you use my own words against, me that's not even fair. I was just coming off a two year engagement to a brain ninja, okay?" The fries are finished, the big gulp is finished, and all his trash is shoved down into the bag beside him. "Yes, someone is ''seriously seriously'' dating me. She knows about..." Motioning at his costume, "I figure if it's going to work, she needed to know... get that out the way instead of trying to explain every other day why I'm late for /everything/." As for the Justice League, "I met Batman once. Chatty fella... never shut up. Mile a minute that dude talked." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "Oh yeah based on the news reports and Justice league media coverage that totally sounds like Batman." She is finishing her next burger slower. "Huh well congrats Pete. I am proud of you going all in on a relationship and becoming a jr. Avenger." she grins sidelong. "I got outed by my mutant dog friend to MJ after band practice a week ago." she considers the sky. "We are officially dating now." pause "MJ and I not the mutant dog.. though Pippi is very sweet she didn't ask me out." "God our lives are super weird." 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "Huh. Well the news says I'm a menace, so I guess you have to take it all at face value." Pete says dryly. Bobbing his head in a slow fashion, grinning and leaning forward with forearms on knees. Even once Gwen gives up her news about herself and MJ. "Oh, you mean the mystery girl from our high school I never met? Nice. Air fist bump." He punches the air. It's 2027. Two girls dating is about as out of place as smog in Los Angeles. "Ehh.. I don't know if it's weird, but I did get to see inside a magical fortress right in the middle of Manhattan that I got to by walking through a portal in a closet..." Pause... Pause.. "Yeah our lives are super weird." Another pause, "Congrats, Gwen. I'm happy you found somebody. You deserve that." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' 2027, pretty sure everyone in their generation is genderfluid and pansexual. At least in the big cities. "I still don't know how you never met her.. I mean yes she was a year behind us in school but she was my BFFF... best female friend forever...." she feels the need to explain it to Peter. "Okay so you visited Narnia... was this with the new mystery girl?" "Also.. thanks Pete.... I just hope MJ doesn't end up in danger.. I didn't set out to tell her.. humanoid dog friend .. long story.. but now I worry." "Oh hey you and this Kitty lady should come to MJ and my next gig for our band." "Kitty isn't a humanoid cat is she?" 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "I'm sure she probably lived next door to me or something." Pete throws his hands up and slaps them down on his thighs, "Aunt May probably tried to get us to date... I don't know these things, okay? I was 15 and got bit by a radioactive spider.. I had a lot going on." Uncle Ben, Spider-Man. It was a rough period. "But I'd love to meet her now." Which is about when Gwen asks about mystery girl.. after a second he nods, "Yes, kind of.. not really.. I mean it was her closet and THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I CALLED IT!" Double pointing, "See, I knew someone else would get it." Now they both call it /going to Narina/. It's kind of cute, ngl. "That's... yeah. That's the hard part. I had a scare a few weeks ago.. Kitty went dark doing something in... anyways.. I got hella nervous. Something every happens to her and I don't know double u tea eff I'll do.." He scratches the back of his neck. "She's lucky someone like you is looking after her though. If she's ever in trouble.. she'll have not one, but two very pissed off spiders coming to find them. Someone messes with your girl, they may as well have messed with mine too." ... "No, she's a humanoid human. Thank god." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "Yes Peter it is because I share a bond of radioactive mutagenic spider humor with you. It has put us on the same wavelength of quippiness..." "Or you know we grew up hanging out you nerd." "Good. MJ wants to make a business doing merchandizing and supplying money to supheroes for being the official licensee.. she is trying to figure out how to do it with deniability she knows identities.. like blind escrows and lawyers and stuff." she shakes her head "So yeah I may need spider backup to save her at this rate. Maybe our band will be successful first." "Also good on you, no cat lady... but someone with a magic closet to Narnia.. damn." "So I've been taking Miles out training.. I mean Arachkid. How is Silk doing?" 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' Pete blows out a long sigh and shakes his head, "She did not take me and Kitty well." About Silk, both hands rub at his temples, then down into the inside corners of his eyes. "And I've neglected the hell out of Miles.. I feel like I'm not doing a very good job here, Gwen." He's been thinking it for a while, honestly. Leaning back on his elbows against bent knees, "In my defense, I never really expected any of this. Certainly not Silk... may less so Miles. I mean nine years later and another spider? Really?" Hands up in a side shrug from the inside of his knees. "Licensing, eh? I suspect I'll be owing you a quarter everytime they call me Spider-Man.. since you're dating the one handing out the licenses." Try to steer away from what a shit leader he's been. Or how universally /hard/ he failed Cindy. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' She laughs "Not those kind of Liscences .... like superheroes license their likeness and catchphrase through this agency to companies who make toys.. t-shirts and games. You know.. merch. Not selling superhero licenses... you goob." She sits up and snags her drink now for a sip, food eaten. She kicks him lightly in the shin. "We have all been busy. Oh hey.. I think one of the spiders that got out from my lab bit Miles.. I'm still not sure how the hell they got out though. They were locked up super secure but he described the spiders I've been working on. .said it was in his uncles house of all things... what the hell..." "I can go talk to Silk. Make sure she is okay... do you know where I can find her?" 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' Pete is still looking down at the ground well beneath his feet from where he's perched atop the stairwell, nodding absently to her redress of his misunderstanding. Which was probably a joke, but his thoughts are elsewhere now. Specifically, how terrible he's doing at being everyone elses Uncle Ben. When Gwen asks specifically about Silk, he lifts his head and glances around for just a second, pointing in the direction of Jersey. As if he not only knows, but could probably tell her what street, "She's in Gotham. She... she's alright.. I think something happened, but she's fine. It's hard to really sense her this far away." Rubbing the back of his neck with a frown, "I haven't tried to sense her in a month. She told me to leave her alone... so I did." He shakes his head forcefully and pulls on his mask with a practiced ease. "Someone needs to, I think." Popping up onto his feet in a kneeling position atop the same stairwell he was sitting, "She feels like she's happy right now... I don't want to screw that up." Nevermind his own happiness. He didn't do this /completely/ for himself. Peter is /anything/ if selfish. "Thanks for being there when I couldn't be, Gwen. Sometimes I forget my responsibilities aren't just to New York anymore.. That's when I need you to remind me." 
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8843/Big Man Around Town

2019-08-17T07:22:12Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/08/17
|Location=Mutant Town
|Synopsis=Ellie and Noriko go into town, breaking curfew, to Mutant Town and Taser the Blob.
|Cast of Characters=281,1435
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Friday Night. Breaking Curfew. Who: Negasonic Teenage Warhead nd Surge. Why: Clubbing. Where: Mutant Town. Ellie walks down the street holding Noriko's hand cutting through a random street of Mutant Town headed towards Kentucky's club. "So is this part of already so much in detention and extra drills .. fuck it plan?" 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Nori walks along with her ungauntleted hands laced together with Ellies, grinning kind of sloppy, spikey hair flopping about with each heavy booted step. "In for a penny, in for a pound, right?" Literally beaming at Negasonic, eyeballing the club ahead where he friend Carlos says he'll get them in the back... and also hook her up with some more edibles. "Dude, let's slip through this alley." Jutting her chin out to the left. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie laughs "Okay sure.... in for a penny in for a pound." she shakes her head amused, in her full on battle goth punk gear there. "Now I am in it deep with you though Nori... danger danger..." She ducks down the alley way with Nori heading to the back of the club. Which turns out to be a bad night for everyone. Fred Dukes, aka the Blob is walking down the alley towards the two teenage Mutants dragging someone by the face. Is that Carlos? 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Nori is dressed per-usual, Punky Neo-goth, goggles, combat boots. "I figure Ill just spend my senior year in detention, fuck't. Its character building... and you'll be there, so... what am I 'really' missing?" Absolutely nothing. All social food groups accounted for. Deliquency, check. Rebellious teenage angst, check. Girlfriend, check check. "ooooOoooo" wiggling thr fingers of her freehand teasingly, "I dont scare easy.. besides, it was my idea." A wink and theyre off to the alley! Ehere Fred Duke is mattpawing her good pal Carlos. "What the SHIT?!" so much for diplomacy. Nori is already pulling energy like a generator. "Put him down or I'm going to light your ass up like a Christmas tree..." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie notes "Well.. that does sound like my calendar for senior year too... not that you will be helping with that at all..." mock accusation. Then. The Blob. "The hell?" Okay crap Noriko is lighting herself up like a Christmas Tree and the lights start to flicker and all as the grid gets tapped. "I think that is The Blob... uh.. what were his powers again..." yeah Ellie is more chill oddly about this. "Hey! What are your powers other than being fat!?" Okay maybe she isn't good at descalating. Fred frowns and looks at the two teenagers. "Shove off you punks.. adults are doing some business here!" 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' "Working as intended." Nori says with a side wink. But Blob is all up in their coolaid now. Being a proper tool. "I don't know, dude... you like you might have already eaten all the adults..." She doesnt know Blob from a box of animal crackers. Even as shes smirking at Ellie, she pulls her hand free and holds both out ahead of her with the fingers spread like jazz hands. More than spirit leaps out of them though. Crackling across every surface of her body and then arcing across the alleyway in Blob's direction. Electricity crawling across the bricks of the buildings, puddles, trashcans and bursting street lights as it goes. "I warned you, mother fucker!" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Well honestly poor Fred and poor Carlos. I mean it isn't like she can aim as well without her gauntlets on and the electricity goes crawling over the alley arching to hit them both. Industrial taser is probably the best way to describe what happens next. Ironically it is way better Noriko did this. I mean Surge's powers actually work on the Blob. when Ellie goes to hurl a blast at him it won't work as well. When Fred doesn't go down but roars in pain, hurling Carlos into the wall and charges the teens... Ellie doesn't count down she hurls a charge at Fred hitting him square in the chest, which just reflects back at her launching her down the alley five feet with a WOOOF.... 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' There goes her edible hookup. This only pisses Nori off more.... she actually needs those gummi bears to keep her brain from going into over drive and this fat bas- Another side swing of her hands throws off another huge globe of crackling energy on the tail of Ellies', one bounces back, hitting Negasonic and throwing her up the alley... And she thought she couldn't get any more pissed... "That's my girlfriend you fat fucking shit stick!" Because that was his fault, obviously... Energy begins coiling across every visible part of her body as she pulls more and more of it from every source around her... transformers pop, lights dim in the clubs, and street lights go out as it bundles up dangerously inside her... without her gauntlets.. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Really it was Ellie's fault. I mean if she had read any of the files on The Blob she would know good old Fred can reflect anything kintetic back at the source really. Punches. Kicks. Small Arms. Missiles. Not the projectile always but the force is just not very effective against him. When Noriko puts on a real big show and lights up like that, well it actually makes Fred skid short and stop his charge "Uh... wait a second..." Back behind Noriko Ellie will groan and sit up "Fuck.. is that what it feels like when I blast you." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' The fact that Nori looks like she's going super Saiyen aside, she's all glowy. In the suddenly dark alleyway it is impossible to not see the currents running over every bit of her body like an open circuit... "You had your chance..." The voice is hollow, echoing, and teeming with electricity. Both palms point in his direction and a massive blast wave rolls from them.. it clearly is not comfortable for her either... Poor bastard... She's not trying to kill hi., but she really isn't sure what this much power will DO. Let alone how to control it without her gauntlets. Her head tilts backwards and more fires straight out of her eyes and open mouth where it is less harmful, but probably increasing the static in the area exponentially. If doesn't last but a second and it isnt really as big as she thought it was going to be... but it still brings her down on her hands and knees panting.. "Dick." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Nori... maybe...." which is much too late. That ball of electricity rolls down, ball lightning style and hits The Blob straight on. If the earlier blast was a taser, this blast is something else entirely. It blows him backwards and tasers the holy hell out of Fred. Little stuttery noises sliding out of him as he flies through the air and hits the ground in the alley really hard. Spasming with residual energy like a really fat fish out of water. Well he isn't getting back up right now. Ellie peers "Maybe .. we should uh get your friend and get out of here?" 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Nori struggles to her feet and stumbles right back down into the filth. "Is he alive?" There's a little concern in her voice now... it wasn't suppose to be that big... it... she was just so pissed. She crawls a few steps and then pushes up in Carlos' direction with a worried look back at Ellie, "I didn't... I wasn't trying to kill him..." she can't even look in Fred's direction, worried she'll see him lying dead person still. Lip inbetween her teeth, she squats down to help get Carlos up, then looks back at Negasonic, so much worry in her eyes. Breaking the rules and being a punk is one thing... 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Well I am not going to go take his pulse.." Ellie protests, though she is back on her feet and walking like she is going to be sore tomorrow without Shannon or Josh's help. She gets close enough to Fred and squints "Fatso is still breathing but definitely a KO... good job Sparkster." okay she must be feeling better from taking her own reflected blast. "Is Carlos okay?" she looks over. "Also did you see how he just sort of rippled and then my blast came back at me... I will never be able to get that mental image out of my brainmeat." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' There is a pronounced sigh of relief that Fred is alive, if sleeping off a shocking coma. "Yeah, beat the hell up, but he'll live." She has no intentions of getting caught with a onown drug dealer though... friend or not. She makes her way back to Ellie and pulls the phone out of her pocket as she gets their to drop an anonymous to the police.. "No, I don't think I will give you my name... just hurry... oh and a fat dude ate a transformer... bye." Glancing up at Ellie... her hand goes out and turns over. "Is near homicide a deal breaker?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie notes as Nori is walking back now. "Did you get the gummies?" Then there is a blink when she reaches out, her own hand going out to slink her fingers laced with Noriko's. "I crushed a guys legs by blowing a car over onto him.. he will be in a wheel chair for life probably. Not a deal breaker." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' That question actually makes her scrunch her face, did she get the gummis? "I feel that saving his life is payment... I doubt he agrees... but." In her free hand is a big ass bag of mutlicolored gummi edibles. Nori smirks a little and bumps into Ellie, leading them somewhere that isnt here, not necessarily at a run, but definitely with alacrity, until she's satisfied the scene is well and good behind them. "So on a scale from one to Deepika Padukone... how hot was I when I fried his fat ass?" No death equals return of cockiness. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Hellions. That is honestly what Noriko and Ellie are. Teenage Hellions. Negasonic Teenage Warhead and Surge. Ellie blinks at the bag "Christ put that away..." and then lets herself be led away from the cops and the incoming trouble. When they stop finally she is laughing .. a little hysterical but yeah she is fine. "Okay .. yeah you were very hot... I am glad I wasn't touching you when you went off like that Nori." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' They are, it's true. The bag disappears back into the hidden pocket sewn into all of her pants before they run away from the scene. Once they stop, Nori is keyed up. Breathing hard from running and looking like adrenoline overdrive, but crazy keyed up. "Man, that was fucking awesome..." Shes still glsd he didnt die, but now that she knows he hasn't.. "I... yeah.. me too..." Looking at Ellie with a small frown and a long step in her direction. "I'm not about to go off now though..." Head tilting, glancing up and down the street with a grin and a hand rubbing the shaved part of the back of her head. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie laughs "He is fine.. well I mean he is probably super arrested now and going to some sort of mutant prison... god that was awesome..." she holds out a hand for a fist bump now and then grins. When Nori steps in she reaches up and runs her hands through the other girl's hair and then steals a kiss. "Good job." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Nori is chewing her lip back during the very exagerated fist bump and throws her hands up and over Rllie's shoulders after the stolen kiss, which is hardly stolen in the literal sense of the word. Mutlitude of necklaces jiggling around her neck. "Alright, this is what I'm thinking.." Glancing up the street with narrowed eyes, then back to Nega, "We smash two of these gummis a peice and find a fucking White Castle. I'm going ham on like twelve sliders.. some point we sneak back to the school." 
}}

Ghost Spider

2019-08-17T06:42:33Z

Werekit:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Gwen Stacy
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=118
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/5yU6NNF.jpg
|FullName=Gwendolyne Maxine "Gwen" Stacy
|Gender=Female
|Species=Metahuman
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Doctoral Student, Model
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=Forest Hills, Queens
|Education=Empire State University (MBiochem)
|Groups=[[Street Level-OOC]], [[Spider-Verse]]
|Quote="I thought it was brave what you did out there. Stupid, but brave."
|PAge=26
|AAge=26
|DOB=1 November 2000
|Height=170cm (5'7")
|Weight=59kg (130lbs)
|Hair=Blonde
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Emma Stone
|Song="Born Ready" By Dove Cameron (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jv5K6tLM3WE)
|Profile=Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stacy is the daughter of Captain George Stacy and his loving wife, Helen. Born and raised in New York, she went to Standard High School, where she grew up alongside Harry Osborn. While attending Empire State University, the pair quickly befriended Peter Parker, Flash Thompson, and Liz Allen. She hopes to achieve a doctorate in biochemistry. In order to help fund it, she has worked as a research officer at Alchemax, New U Technologies, Oscorp Industries, and done some modelling work on the side.
===Current Player Approved: April 21, 2019===
|Description='''Description'''
 
 
Standing at approximately 5'7", this beautiful young woman is lithe and athletic while still possessing the curves associated with someone just coming out of their teens. Her sunflower blonde hair has been cut short on one side, hanging to just above her shoulder. On the other side her hair has been buzz cut tight to her head, with bangs falling from the top of her head to just over the cut area. Her eyes are wide and a bright grey colour, sparkling in pools of white. High cheekbones, pouty lips, and a pert nose finish her lovely face. 
 
Today she is wearing a pair of jeans that are not tight fighting but still fit very well, giving shape to long legs. She wears a black punk rock Hello Kitty t-shirt underneath a silver and black flannel that is unbuttoned and tied at her waist. A brown leather backpack sits over one shoulder and a pair of red headphones sits around her neck. Her feet are wrapped in a pair of black Converse sneakers, the wide, white laces tied up tightly.
|Personality='''Personality'''
 
 
Gwen is all heart, a good person wanting to do good things, and was raised by a cop who taught her right from wrong. When she's in a fight, she uses her wit and sarcasm to make her enemies get angry and make mistakes, using it to her advantage. When she's not fighting bad guys, she's hospitable and warm, making friends easily and trying to change the world as best as she can. When at work she tends to be a bit defensive as she's a woman in a man's working world. She tends to try and over-compensate in her work to prove herself in front of her peers.
|History='''History'''
 
 
Gwen was born and raised in Queens, New York. Daughter to Captain George and Helen Stacy, she grew up in a loving household, guided by the strong and steady hand of a police officer for a father. She was instilled with a good set of morals, what is right and what is wrong, but more importantly what justice is. 
 
She went to Standard High School and made friends with Harry Osborne, a friendship that would carry itself through high school and into university. Being an incredibly smart woman, she found science and mathematics to come easily to her. She became involved in an internship program at Oscorp Industries, taking advantage of the think-tank to improve her skills. 
 
At Empire State University, she met more friends including Peter Parker, Flash Thompson, and Liz Allen. Gwen continued her studies, desiring to earn a doctorate in the science field she had chosen. By now she had moved through New U Technologies and found herself at Alchemax as a research officer, while still continuing her studies. She supplemented her income with modelling work, her beauty being a gift from her mother. 
 
While working at Alchemax, she was assigned to DNA sequencing, the idea of bringing the best part of animals such as camouflage, heightened senses, and other abilities that animals possessed... merging them into the human DNA to heal all manner of illnesses and disabilities including deafness, blindness, and even paralysis. While working in the lab, she was bitten by an experimental spider which had escaped its cage during a feeding. 
 
At first she didn't think anything was happening, but over the course of a week, she began to feel different. She was able to hear things, see things, and move like never before. She was strong, able to lift cars without effort, and she was fast. Everything was different now, and when she saw Spider-Man, she knew that she had become something similar.
 
Over the course of the next few months, she developed her own set of web-slingers, utilizing water from the atmosphere instead of a chemical composition which would run out over a course of time. 
She has made her own costume now, and is ready to start her life as Spider-Woman... or to her friends... Spider-Gwen.
|Abilities='''Enhanced Reflexes'''
 
Gwen has drastically enhanced reaction speed, allowing her to dodge bullets, dodge and maneuver around complex attacks, catch falling objects, block detriments and react instantaneously to what others take more time to react to.
 
'''Enhanced Speed'''
 
 
Gwen can move much faster than the average human, beyond what can be emulated via natural training and with little to no maintaining. She can outrun explosions, even while carrying a heavy load in her arms.
 
'''Enhanced Stamina'''
 
 
Gwen's body is highly resistant to the build-up of lactic acid in her muscles, allowing her to be physically active for considerably longer periods of time than the average person. Gwen can stay up longer as well, allowing her to cram for studies over days instead of hours. This also means that Gwen must consume more food than a normal person, especially after long bursts of stamina use.
 
'''Enhanced Strength'''
 
 
Gwen has strength beyond that of a normal human, able to lift 10 tons normally, 12 tons in short bursts and with exertion.
 
'''Healing Factor'''
 
 
Gwen can rapidly heal minor injuries thanks to her other enhanced abilities. Black eyes, cuts, bruises, and some illnesses are gone overnight, with more extreme injuries taking longer to heal, but still shorter than the average person.
 
'''High Durability'''
 
 
Gwen's physical durability is extremely high, allowing her to take numerous blows of internal or external assaults before succumbing to the effects.
 
'''High Endurance'''
 
Gwen can endure physical stresses beyond the capabilities of regular people, enabling her to do things such as operating on a "low power setting" (being able to operate efficiently for extended amounts of time), holding her breath for large periods of time, remain calm through stressful or painful situations, tolerate extreme hunger, unbearable thirst, and strong urges to sleep.
 
'''Spider-Sense'''
 
 
Spider-Sense presents a psychological awareness of Gwen's surroundings. It allows her to detect danger before it happens and warns Gwen of it in no time. The greater the danger or how close the danger is increases the tingling sensation. It also helps Spider-Gwen to navigate when unable to see, hear, or if she's disoriented. It also helps Spider-Gwen fire her Web-Shooters without having to concentrate every time she does so, greatly helping her ability to swing through the city with ease. Spider-Sense is precognitive in nature and Spider-Gwen always acts before realising it. The tingling gets stronger when the danger becomes more imminent and more threatening and Gwen finds out where the danger is coming from and how to avoid it. Thanks to his Spider-Sense, Spider-Gwen can dodge physical attacks, laser blasts, weaponry, and even explosions. Spider-Gwen has also been known to use her ability to find hidden objects such as passageways. This ability allows Spider-Gwen to physically fight those who have had more training than she has.
 
'''Wallcrawling'''
 
 
Gwen can climb walls and stick onto ceilings. She does not defy gravity, but rather she adheres to surfaces unaided. She is able to maintain her balance for long periods of time, even managing to stand and move upside-down without effort.
|Skills='''Biochemistry'''
 
 
She is a skilled biochemist, having worked for several think tanks and is on her way to her doctorate. This skill has allowed her to refine her web-shooters, and perhaps understand what is happening to her more than many Spider-folks.
 
'''Drummer'''
 
 
Gwen is an experienced and skilled drummer, easily playing complicated riffs thanks to her enhanced abilities. She has been playing since she was a young girl, finding stress-relief in the beating of the skins.
 
'''Modelling'''
 
 
Understanding how to make clothes look their best, how to walk down a runway without tripping, how to look at the camera but not be blinded by bulbs, how to sashay as Ru would say.. Gwen's got it.
 
'''Web-Swinging'''
 
 
Gwen is able to swing through the large city quite easily, moving up and down her web and running alongside buildings when necessary. She is able to avoid obstacles, swing low to the ground and high along the rooftops with ease.
|Resources='''Alchemax'''
 
 
Gwen works for Alchemax as a research officer, making enough money to maintain a small apartment in New York where she can operate.
 
'''Apartment'''
 
Gwen has her own one bedroom apartment in Queen's, a safe place for her to go and get away from everything. Only her close friends knows where the apartment is, and are free to visit without calling first. Gwen will never swing directly out of the apartment, choosing instead to go to the roof or out a different window if she needs to.
 
'''Costume'''
 
Gwen has a most unique costume, one of white, black, pink and complete with aquamarine ballet slippers. Creating the costume by herself from a mixture of rayon, nylon, and spandex, her costume is as comfortable as yoga pants, but the addition of high-tensile thread makes it a stronger material than most. The costume helps keep her identity a secret, covering her face completely.
 
'''Musician'''
 
 
She makes some money through playing gigs in the city alongside her companions.
 
'''Police Contacts'''
 
Thanks to her father's position, she has police officers she can get in contact with in order to gain information. While the officers themselves won't break the law and give up confidential or case-breaking information, they will help her with basic information such as "Yeah, Dirk the Drug Dealer usually hangs out at such-and-such place". Gwen uses this resource as a last resort.
 
'''Web Spinners'''
 
She owns web-shooters that were created by her thanks to her access to tech from her part-time jobs. Utilizing parts and materials that she scavanged throughout tech corporations, she has created web spinners that filter moisture from the air to create an adhesive web-fluid, which itself creates web nets, ropes and globs, among other shapes. They also help her swing from building to building, not requiring refilling as long as moisture is present. The web line's tensile strength has been estimated to be 120 pounds per square millimeter, which is strong enough to stop most bad guys. It has been known to be easily broken by the likes of Colossus, Rhino, and Captain America.
|Weaknesses='''Chloroethane'''
 
Gwen's immune system can handle a lot, but Chloroethane, more commonly known as Ethyl Chloride, is particularly troublesome. It wasn't an issue before she became Spider-Gwen, but ever since, she has trouble breathing, thinking, or doing much of anything when in the presence of this stuff. The refrigerated liquid form isn't too bad, like in a barrel, but if she gets it on his skin, or breathes it in, it affects her to a greater degree than it would an ordinary human, and it's not exactly good for an ordinary human.
 
'''Inexperienced'''
 
 
Gwen is a new hero and is inexperienced, which causes a great many missteps and apologies. She's learning from her mistakes, however, and is becoming better all the time.
 
'''Responsibilities'''
 
She has a job, she has classes, and she has friends who are all pressing for her time. She can't miss work or class or she won't be able to make rent or be able to purchase the supplies she needs in order to repair costumes, web-spinners, etc. She is always worried about her friends becoming angry with her for missing pre-arranged dates, and so she tries her hardest to keep from making promises that she cannot keep.
 
'''Secret Identity'''
 
Gwen maintains the secret of her identity in order to protect her friends and family from her enemies. She is always sure to wear a mask in front of the public, even in front of other heroes no matter how friendly they are as there is always a chance they can be captured and turned.
 
'''Spider-Sense'''
 
Gwen is still having a difficult time interpreting her Spider-Sense ability. When she's in a fight, it's easy to utilize it to help her, but when she's out in the world and trying to use it to help sense danger, or determine where it comes from, she still has a bit off difficulty with the interpretation. When she's tired, or under the influence of alcohol, she has a greater difficulty interpreting the signals.
 
'''Web Spinners'''
 
Gwen's web-spinners operate by drawing moisture from the air and converting it into her web fluid. The problem is during dry periods such as droughts, or extremely dry places will prevent the spinners from operating.
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[[Category:Street Level-OOC]] [[Category:Spider-Verse]]

File:GwenMJ.jpg

2019-08-17T06:42:02Z

Werekit:

Ghost Spider

2019-08-17T06:41:42Z

Werekit:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Gwen Stacy
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=118
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/5yU6NNF.jpg
|FullName=Gwendolyne Maxine "Gwen" Stacy
|Gender=Female
|Species=Metahuman
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Doctoral Student, Model
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=Forest Hills, Queens
|Education=Empire State University (MBiochem)
|Groups=[[Street Level-OOC]], [[Spider-Verse]]
|Quote="I thought it was brave what you did out there. Stupid, but brave."
|PAge=26
|AAge=26
|DOB=1 November 2000
|Height=170cm (5'7")
|Weight=59kg (130lbs)
|Hair=Blonde
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Emma Stone
|Song="Born Ready" By Dove Cameron (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jv5K6tLM3WE)
|Profile=Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stacy is the daughter of Captain George Stacy and his loving wife, Helen. Born and raised in New York, she went to Standard High School, where she grew up alongside Harry Osborn. While attending Empire State University, the pair quickly befriended Peter Parker, Flash Thompson, and Liz Allen. She hopes to achieve a doctorate in biochemistry. In order to help fund it, she has worked as a research officer at Alchemax, New U Technologies, Oscorp Industries, and done some modelling work on the side.
===Current Player Approved: April 21, 2019===
|Description='''Description'''
 
 
Standing at approximately 5'7", this beautiful young woman is lithe and athletic while still possessing the curves associated with someone just coming out of their teens. Her sunflower blonde hair has been cut short on one side, hanging to just above her shoulder. On the other side her hair has been buzz cut tight to her head, with bangs falling from the top of her head to just over the cut area. Her eyes are wide and a bright grey colour, sparkling in pools of white. High cheekbones, pouty lips, and a pert nose finish her lovely face. 
 
Today she is wearing a pair of jeans that are not tight fighting but still fit very well, giving shape to long legs. She wears a black punk rock Hello Kitty t-shirt underneath a silver and black flannel that is unbuttoned and tied at her waist. A brown leather backpack sits over one shoulder and a pair of red headphones sits around her neck. Her feet are wrapped in a pair of black Converse sneakers, the wide, white laces tied up tightly.
|Personality='''Personality'''
 
 
Gwen is all heart, a good person wanting to do good things, and was raised by a cop who taught her right from wrong. When she's in a fight, she uses her wit and sarcasm to make her enemies get angry and make mistakes, using it to her advantage. When she's not fighting bad guys, she's hospitable and warm, making friends easily and trying to change the world as best as she can. When at work she tends to be a bit defensive as she's a woman in a man's working world. She tends to try and over-compensate in her work to prove herself in front of her peers.
|History='''History'''
 
 
Gwen was born and raised in Queens, New York. Daughter to Captain George and Helen Stacy, she grew up in a loving household, guided by the strong and steady hand of a police officer for a father. She was instilled with a good set of morals, what is right and what is wrong, but more importantly what justice is. 
 
She went to Standard High School and made friends with Harry Osborne, a friendship that would carry itself through high school and into university. Being an incredibly smart woman, she found science and mathematics to come easily to her. She became involved in an internship program at Oscorp Industries, taking advantage of the think-tank to improve her skills. 
 
At Empire State University, she met more friends including Peter Parker, Flash Thompson, and Liz Allen. Gwen continued her studies, desiring to earn a doctorate in the science field she had chosen. By now she had moved through New U Technologies and found herself at Alchemax as a research officer, while still continuing her studies. She supplemented her income with modelling work, her beauty being a gift from her mother. 
 
While working at Alchemax, she was assigned to DNA sequencing, the idea of bringing the best part of animals such as camouflage, heightened senses, and other abilities that animals possessed... merging them into the human DNA to heal all manner of illnesses and disabilities including deafness, blindness, and even paralysis. While working in the lab, she was bitten by an experimental spider which had escaped its cage during a feeding. 
 
At first she didn't think anything was happening, but over the course of a week, she began to feel different. She was able to hear things, see things, and move like never before. She was strong, able to lift cars without effort, and she was fast. Everything was different now, and when she saw Spider-Man, she knew that she had become something similar.
 
Over the course of the next few months, she developed her own set of web-slingers, utilizing water from the atmosphere instead of a chemical composition which would run out over a course of time. 
She has made her own costume now, and is ready to start her life as Spider-Woman... or to her friends... Spider-Gwen.
|Abilities='''Enhanced Reflexes'''
 
Gwen has drastically enhanced reaction speed, allowing her to dodge bullets, dodge and maneuver around complex attacks, catch falling objects, block detriments and react instantaneously to what others take more time to react to.
 
'''Enhanced Speed'''
 
 
Gwen can move much faster than the average human, beyond what can be emulated via natural training and with little to no maintaining. She can outrun explosions, even while carrying a heavy load in her arms.
 
'''Enhanced Stamina'''
 
 
Gwen's body is highly resistant to the build-up of lactic acid in her muscles, allowing her to be physically active for considerably longer periods of time than the average person. Gwen can stay up longer as well, allowing her to cram for studies over days instead of hours. This also means that Gwen must consume more food than a normal person, especially after long bursts of stamina use.
 
'''Enhanced Strength'''
 
 
Gwen has strength beyond that of a normal human, able to lift 10 tons normally, 12 tons in short bursts and with exertion.
 
'''Healing Factor'''
 
 
Gwen can rapidly heal minor injuries thanks to her other enhanced abilities. Black eyes, cuts, bruises, and some illnesses are gone overnight, with more extreme injuries taking longer to heal, but still shorter than the average person.
 
'''High Durability'''
 
 
Gwen's physical durability is extremely high, allowing her to take numerous blows of internal or external assaults before succumbing to the effects.
 
'''High Endurance'''
 
Gwen can endure physical stresses beyond the capabilities of regular people, enabling her to do things such as operating on a "low power setting" (being able to operate efficiently for extended amounts of time), holding her breath for large periods of time, remain calm through stressful or painful situations, tolerate extreme hunger, unbearable thirst, and strong urges to sleep.
 
'''Spider-Sense'''
 
 
Spider-Sense presents a psychological awareness of Gwen's surroundings. It allows her to detect danger before it happens and warns Gwen of it in no time. The greater the danger or how close the danger is increases the tingling sensation. It also helps Spider-Gwen to navigate when unable to see, hear, or if she's disoriented. It also helps Spider-Gwen fire her Web-Shooters without having to concentrate every time she does so, greatly helping her ability to swing through the city with ease. Spider-Sense is precognitive in nature and Spider-Gwen always acts before realising it. The tingling gets stronger when the danger becomes more imminent and more threatening and Gwen finds out where the danger is coming from and how to avoid it. Thanks to his Spider-Sense, Spider-Gwen can dodge physical attacks, laser blasts, weaponry, and even explosions. Spider-Gwen has also been known to use her ability to find hidden objects such as passageways. This ability allows Spider-Gwen to physically fight those who have had more training than she has.
 
'''Wallcrawling'''
 
 
Gwen can climb walls and stick onto ceilings. She does not defy gravity, but rather she adheres to surfaces unaided. She is able to maintain her balance for long periods of time, even managing to stand and move upside-down without effort.
|Skills='''Biochemistry'''
 
 
She is a skilled biochemist, having worked for several think tanks and is on her way to her doctorate. This skill has allowed her to refine her web-shooters, and perhaps understand what is happening to her more than many Spider-folks.
 
'''Drummer'''
 
 
Gwen is an experienced and skilled drummer, easily playing complicated riffs thanks to her enhanced abilities. She has been playing since she was a young girl, finding stress-relief in the beating of the skins.
 
'''Modelling'''
 
 
Understanding how to make clothes look their best, how to walk down a runway without tripping, how to look at the camera but not be blinded by bulbs, how to sashay as Ru would say.. Gwen's got it.
 
'''Web-Swinging'''
 
 
Gwen is able to swing through the large city quite easily, moving up and down her web and running alongside buildings when necessary. She is able to avoid obstacles, swing low to the ground and high along the rooftops with ease.
|Resources='''Alchemax'''
 
 
Gwen works for Alchemax as a research officer, making enough money to maintain a small apartment in New York where she can operate.
 
'''Apartment'''
 
Gwen has her own one bedroom apartment in Queen's, a safe place for her to go and get away from everything. Only her close friends knows where the apartment is, and are free to visit without calling first. Gwen will never swing directly out of the apartment, choosing instead to go to the roof or out a different window if she needs to.
 
'''Costume'''
 
Gwen has a most unique costume, one of white, black, pink and complete with aquamarine ballet slippers. Creating the costume by herself from a mixture of rayon, nylon, and spandex, her costume is as comfortable as yoga pants, but the addition of high-tensile thread makes it a stronger material than most. The costume helps keep her identity a secret, covering her face completely.
 
'''Musician'''
 
 
She makes some money through playing gigs in the city alongside her companions.
 
'''Police Contacts'''
 
Thanks to her father's position, she has police officers she can get in contact with in order to gain information. While the officers themselves won't break the law and give up confidential or case-breaking information, they will help her with basic information such as "Yeah, Dirk the Drug Dealer usually hangs out at such-and-such place". Gwen uses this resource as a last resort.
 
'''Web Spinners'''
 
She owns web-shooters that were created by her thanks to her access to tech from her part-time jobs. Utilizing parts and materials that she scavanged throughout tech corporations, she has created web spinners that filter moisture from the air to create an adhesive web-fluid, which itself creates web nets, ropes and globs, among other shapes. They also help her swing from building to building, not requiring refilling as long as moisture is present. The web line's tensile strength has been estimated to be 120 pounds per square millimeter, which is strong enough to stop most bad guys. It has been known to be easily broken by the likes of Colossus, Rhino, and Captain America.
|Weaknesses='''Chloroethane'''
 
Gwen's immune system can handle a lot, but Chloroethane, more commonly known as Ethyl Chloride, is particularly troublesome. It wasn't an issue before she became Spider-Gwen, but ever since, she has trouble breathing, thinking, or doing much of anything when in the presence of this stuff. The refrigerated liquid form isn't too bad, like in a barrel, but if she gets it on his skin, or breathes it in, it affects her to a greater degree than it would an ordinary human, and it's not exactly good for an ordinary human.
 
'''Inexperienced'''
 
 
Gwen is a new hero and is inexperienced, which causes a great many missteps and apologies. She's learning from her mistakes, however, and is becoming better all the time.
 
'''Responsibilities'''
 
She has a job, she has classes, and she has friends who are all pressing for her time. She can't miss work or class or she won't be able to make rent or be able to purchase the supplies she needs in order to repair costumes, web-spinners, etc. She is always worried about her friends becoming angry with her for missing pre-arranged dates, and so she tries her hardest to keep from making promises that she cannot keep.
 
'''Secret Identity'''
 
Gwen maintains the secret of her identity in order to protect her friends and family from her enemies. She is always sure to wear a mask in front of the public, even in front of other heroes no matter how friendly they are as there is always a chance they can be captured and turned.
 
'''Spider-Sense'''
 
Gwen is still having a difficult time interpreting her Spider-Sense ability. When she's in a fight, it's easy to utilize it to help her, but when she's out in the world and trying to use it to help sense danger, or determine where it comes from, she still has a bit off difficulty with the interpretation. When she's tired, or under the influence of alcohol, she has a greater difficulty interpreting the signals.
 
'''Web Spinners'''
 
Gwen's web-spinners operate by drawing moisture from the air and converting it into her web fluid. The problem is during dry periods such as droughts, or extremely dry places will prevent the spinners from operating.
}}
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SpiderGwen6.jpg
SpiderGwen3.jpeg
SpiderGwen11.jpg
SpiderGwen13.jpg
GwenMJ.jpg
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[[Category:Street Level-OOC]] [[Category:Spider-Verse]]

8481/Summer Nights

2019-08-17T05:41:48Z

Werekit: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/08/16 |Location=East Side, Manhattan then Woods Far from NYC |Synopsis=Kid and Nyx run into Professor Zoom. Honestly it doesn't go well for an..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/08/16
|Location=East Side, Manhattan then Woods Far from NYC
|Synopsis=Kid and Nyx run into Professor Zoom. Honestly it doesn't go well for anyone but professor Zoom.
|Cast of Characters=7511,1558,6952
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' Samantha is off duty tonight and uptown from the Triskellion. She doesn't really have as short a leash these days what with the promotion to full agent (just level 1 but still good for her right). This means no strange curfews and able to go out. She just got out of a far off broadway retro reimagining of Grease "Strollin' and drank lemonade" singing to herself as she heads slowly back downtown, listening to the music from the musical with no apparent earbuds. It is all playing in her head as she leeches cellular signal to stream it from a music service. The teenager may look about eighteen and very human, but it couldn't be farther from the truth. She is liable to set off any advanced scanning or AI based technology just walking near it. She is absolutely way too advanced to be on this planet or of this eras technology. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:'''     And comming from the other direction is a large mutant teen. He had many beastly qualities, from a gorrilla like build, to massive canines, and far hairier than your average man. He wore torn jeans, dirty sneakers, and a shirt that looks like it hasn't been washed in a few days. In one hand he carried a mango slushie, mixed with pepsi (don't judge him!), sipping on it. He himself had...just come from a welding shop, ordering three very VERY large cages that should be ready soon enough. Mentally he was going through some things he needed to take care of. Besides this, he was fidgiting with a screw driver and very strange looking technological bracer. Certainly nothing that on the market, but one couldn't call it futuristic either. More like an invention that hasn't been released. he seemed to be distracted as he walked, working on it. By considering he has resting kill face, most folks gave him his space. And those that didn't...well he just ignored them really. 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' The first sign of anything amiss is a familiar 'ping' Kid gets from a law office along the street. Then it becomes obvious that something is going on in the firm as someone comes /flying/ out of a window, hard. Looks like some sort of security guard, maybe? If he isn't caught out of the air, he has more than enough momentum to shatter every bone in his body from the impact against a wall opposite. 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' Sam catches the movement coming down the street towards her now and narrows her eyes a little bit. She isn't about to profile or discriminate but she is tracking Kid because he is not a normal muggle walking down the street. Still he hasn't done anything so she just watches and walks right now moving to walk past him and on her way. Which is right about when she hears the crash of glass and security guard flying out of said glass window. Her head turns now and her eyes widen "Holy shit...." she doesn't have super speed really, at least not that she is aware of at this point but she still leaps with super strength to catch the guard, rolling with the impact to try to lessen his. She is not quite as hard as a wall but yeah he is going to be in critical condition despite her efforts when this is all said and done. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:'''      Kid is pretty good about ignoring the others around him. Sam isn't even given the light of day as he figits with his bracer. However that sensation. That...'Ping'. He recognized it from a few months back. It belonged to a speedster he had the displeasure of meeting...or pleasure. Hard to tell sometimes. And than there shattering glass, falling and jumping humans. And it is all just a mess. He brushes traces of glass off himself and looks up. He did NOT need this right now. But this ment trouble...he he did promise to do 'good'. With a growl of annoyance and begins ascending a electrical pole with ease...and jumps towards the shattered window to climb inside. See if he can spot the person he suspects...or if it is someone else to punch out. 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' The person isn't going /that/ fast, and Nyx manages to easily catch the guard before he's splattered all over the wall. Still, that much force? That isn't some gangster punk. That's a meta or superhuman in there... As Kid jumps inside, he's greeted by two other bodies on the floor, both knocked out... but the man in the yellow suit is there. His blurred form and red glowing eyes as he searches through a desktop computer are unmistakable. By the time Kid has landed, Professor Zoom is looking in Kids direction over his shoulder, and he visibly frowns. "What do you want." Zoom demands, making no aggressive moves. Yet. 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' Samantha carefully sets the guard down on the sidewalk and looks back to the window. The mutant kid is gone as far as she can tell with the quick glance, having missed Kid leaping into action while she was catching the thrown guard. "Control, investigating a potential metahuman crime" and geotags the location. That done she goes running towards the building and open window, leaping up and aiming to go right through it now, hopefully Kid has enough situational awareness to move and not stand right in front of it. Assuming he does Sam will land and look at Kid and then at the man in the yellow blurring suit with red glowing eyes. "A Speedster?" yeah she sends that to control as well. "Stop!" okay she belatedly realizes how ridiculous that command is to a speedster. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:'''     Yes, Kid is VERY aware of his surroundings, and more or less sidesteps Sam as she comes jumping up through the window. He looks at her for the stupid question, than at Zoom for his own dumb question, than back at Nyx for an even dumber order. Kid facepalms. But he doesn't speak, and frankly, since his bracer is out of commission, speaking was not in the cards as it where. But none the less he signs "Seeing what idiot robs a law firm. Evidently you." he than signs more to Nyx not sure if she can understand "I damn well hope your fast enough" either way...Kid sense this was going to be a fight, and he was already tensing up and trying to ger a read on what will happen next. Which is not easy, perhaps even impossible with a speedster at times. 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' "Go away. I'm busy." The Speedster replies, turning his back on Kid and Nyx as he begins to superspeed type again, red lightning flaring up and crackling visibly over his body as he channels the Negative Speed Force, absorbing energy in case the two come at him. Yep, the Reverse-Flash is ignoring the two. 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' Well. Samantha has never dealt with an angry Speedster, she has only dealt with annoying ones like Impulse. She does send back a message to SHIELD Control ~Speedster on site, geotag~. Personally Nyx thinks this is a bad idea. Still it won't stop Samantha from learning the hard way. "I'm afraid I..." she eyes Kid a moment then focuses on Zoom. "I can't do that." she steps forward and doesn't try to directly touch Zoom but does move to kick the desk away from him. "You should give up." hey who knows it may actually work. Nyx starts to track with a very sophisticated HUD and sensor suite. A lot of unknown variables still though. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Kid looks at Zoom...than at Nyx. He didn't even NEED to be a psychic to know what was about to happen. Zoom didn't exactly come off as a nice guy when they first met either. But he did know, or could at least infer the guy was after infomation. And so Kid just ignores Zoom. And actually goes to leave the room. Sometimes direct fighting wasn't the way. Besides - if he had to guess, it not a question of weather or not their faster than Zoom, but faster than the computer, which certainly wasn't faster than zoom, else it mighta melted. Least that what Kid is imagine. Regardless, he just waves Nyx off as if to tell her, she got this. What Kid was up to is anyones guess. 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' When it becomes obvious what Nyx was trying to do, he looks to her, letting her do it. "That's cute." Nyx can see Zoom simply... stand there... as she kicked it away. She, in fact, can see an amused, sadistic smile form under that superspeed blurring visage. Though the red glowing eyes remain. That's some sort of energy, the same crackling along his form. "Where's your friend going?" Zoom asks, that monstrous, superspeed modulated voice having clear amusement to it. 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' "I have no idea who he is, I imagine he is a good samaritan who thought twice of tangling with a speedster." the teenager, because what she looks maybe 18, frowns. She is getting the impression her asking him to give up is what is cute, that or the desk kick. Damnit. "Okay so I take it we are going to need to do this the hard way. SHIELD has been informed and is en route." she is really trying to not make this physical. Not out of fear really yet, but because she isn't sure she can lay a hand on him. Nyx continues to scan and watch. "What the hell is the Speed Force" slips out of Samantha's mouth and then she raises a hand and points her palm at Zoom. No shots fired yet. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Kid now gone from the room was doing his own buissness. Which ment getting some...snacks..... In the form of any secruity guards or building works that happen to be here. A little mind draining from a source here and there...and Kids got the building mapped out...and aquired a few keys and a keycards to go along with it, all put away in his satchel. Though he never does get back in touch with with Nyx. Instead he just keeps on going. Humming to himself as he in essence seems to ignore any phones, or places that would have a 'secuirity emergency button' seeming to have a completly different goal in mind. 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' "You're not as stupid as you look." Zoom informs Nyx. ZOOM! Red lightning trails behind him as he runs behind Nyx. When he does... Nyx will register a sudden burst of speed to around Mach 10 directly behind her. She might 'register' it... but he's behind her before she can think about it, even. There's a whisper in her ear, "I'm Professor Zoom. You don't want to try to take me on, girl." That monstrous whisper sounds far more sinster in a breathy low voice than normal. 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' Okay well she may have been smarter than she looked, but the burst of speed with red lightning trails and him being suddenly behind her freaks Samantha the hell out. "Shit!" is exclaimed and she starts to turn and swing right at him. While she has enough super strength to chuck a tank into the sky, she does not have super speed in the traditional sense. Hell even if she knew her full capabilities we are talking mach 2 not mach 10. So no what Zoom gets is a young woman swinging around and trying to take a step back at relatively normal speed, if well trained. She also clearly doesn't want him behind her. Nyx meanwhile keeps recording, scannning, and calculating. The young woman's right arm does start to cascade with white hot energy as she tries to point it at Zoom in alarm after her spin. That is absolutely either some strange meta or mutant power because it does not look like any earth based lasers or energy weapons. It hasn't hired yet though. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Meanwhile Kid continues to meander around the building, and by now has made his way down the stairs. All this taking but a few moments. With his newly aquired access keys and keycards, Kid makes his way into the basement via a door. And down too.... Ahh yes, the Electrical Box! Kid procedes to open it with his keys...and turn off ALL the switches, before promptly ripping the box out of the wall and tossing it...who knows where, he just knows he is tossing it. If he had to guess, that would in essence, turn off more or less everything, and shut off access to the computer and whatever infomation it stored. He has no idea if that was even what Zoom was truely going for...but the man was at a computer. Not rocket science here. 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' ZOOM! Red lightning starts to zip and zap around Nyx as Professor Zoom starts to simply... run around the room, going this way and that, stopping briefly here and there. Sometimes, he's going Mach 2, other times, he's going Mach TWENTY. Othertimes, he actually waits For Nyx to almost get a bead on him. Either he's testing her... or toying with her. When the lights go out, there's a brief glance to the exit, "or he's trying to be a pest and turning off database access." Professor Zoom looks to Nyx. "Gideon, did you download the hard drive in time?" A beat... "Good. I'll look at it later." "Now, let's see what we have here..." Red lightning trails right up to Nyx, and instantly, Nyx is being bombarded -almost literally- by punches. Dozens upon dozens of punches a second, front, back, side. There's simply no time to keep up with the Speedster, and Nyx's vision is simply filled with red lightning as he beats her down. He's not using his full kinetic force in his attacks yet... simply testing her durability first, but he's most definitely using enough force to beat a normal human within an inch of their life. 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' Samantha was not expecting this, not at all. Before she can release the blast he is on her and she is absolutely pummeled by his fists. Thing is, normal punching is just not a threat. More like bug bites reallly. Also it is like hitting the side of a tank instead of hitting a teenager. "Knock... that... offf..." she exclaims shocked. She tries to take a step back and she fires the energy pulse. White energy lances out in a beam from her hand now in front of her, which is quite dodgable but it comes a lot closer than it should have thanks to the HUD system. That was a particle beam, and it totally sliced through the building across the street. That is not earth technology at all, it is either extreme future or extremely alien. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Kid had by now exited the basement and was heading out into the streets. His job was done, he had (hopefully) been a successful pest. That is untill he sees the building across the street flair up, from a blast. Kid...ends up 'speaking' directly to Nyx telepathicly if able o O ("Again? Are you damn serious woman?") That what happened the FIRST time they met! Kid just drops his illusion at this point and takes the same way up as before...cautiousely incase of additional blasts. But at least his other self remains a mystery to Nyx! Hopefully. Anywhoe, he was now watching, seeing he can find an angle to tackle Zoom from, and help get Nyx out of this situation. 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' When it becomes clear he's not actually doing any damage with his 'normal' attacks, Zoom stands still across the room, watching her with those glowing eyes. "Not a normal, average human I see." That distorted voice muses... before he looks to Kid. "I'm not all that interested in a fight, but I'm not going to let you stop me either." He.. stands there. If Kid launches at him, he simply sidesteps out of the way. It's like blinking. He's there one moment... then he's instantly elsewhere, a trail of red lightning flitting around. "I can keep this up for a very long time. Can you?" He points to Nyx, with that giant cannon, "can you afford it to last a while?" He asks... amusement and malevolence coloring his tone. 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' Well those normal punches weren't nothing, they just didn't do real sustained damage. Her SHIELD jacket is a bit messed up though from the machine gun of blows. "I can keep this up all night!" she says, maybe it it is bravado maybe she really won't run out of ammunition. "Speedforce." the teenager squints for some reason then making sure Kid is out of the way spreads both hands which crackle with that superheated lightning and lets loose a fanning wave of particle beam energy. Not nearly as heavy a punch but a cascade across the room at Zoom. 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' Well, that's new. Red lightning crackles over his body as Zoom slows down his own perceptions when the particle beam energy is shot out. It takes a a split second few time for him to realize there are gaps in the energy, and he ducks down low to avoid it... giving him a chance to study the composition up close. Once it's done passing over him, Zoom stands up, none the worse for wear, "Particle weaponry?" The monstrously distorted voice notes, in confusion. "There was nothing about you in the archive. How the hell did you manage to evade the records?" Suddenly, the speedster seems to have far more interest in Nyx than Kid... and without another word, Nyx can feel herself being grabbed, and within seconds, both Zoom and Nyx are in a forest. No doubt Nyx will have 'sensed' the speed force aura around her, protecting her from the worst of the friction of going a Mach 15, and will have sensed their journey. "You are one hell of an anomaly." Zoom states as he stands a few dozen feet away from her. 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' It is really because Nyx isn't from around here at all. Also probably because Nyx was a reaction to a cascade of events that also likely involved time travel, higher planes, and various titanic forces. Samantha though is just a normal teenager now embroiled in the world of superheroes. The teenager tries to brace when she is grabbed. She is ridiculously strong, but she doesn't have ahold of anything and her powers do not include gravity manipulation. So she is swept away at super speed. "What..." she finishes when they end up in the forest. "Holy fuck that was fast...." the girl blinks and glances around now. "How the hell do people actually fight speedsters..." which is really a good question. One that Nyx answers. "Oh.. other speedsters. Great... or Batman. Thanks a lot." talking to herself. 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' "That was me channeling the Negative Speed Force in a burst to bring us near to the Pocono mountains. I believe this is..." There's a pause as Zoom looks around, "-The Delaware State Forest?" There's almost a questioning tone to his words; he's not sure himself. "No matter. What matters is we're far enough away from the cities that you can't call for help immediately." The man in the yellow suit starts to circle around Nyx, red lightning continuing to crackle around his form, "So, a droid of some kind?" 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' "I mean... sure... though Captain Marvel is pretty fast. Also you know Impulse and the Flash.. speedsters...." Samantha watches him circle her crackling with lightning like that, Nyx collecting data rapidly and starting to display it in her HUD. "No, not a droid. I'm a girl." and she is, somewhat. I mean yes most of her is replaced with super dense alloys and techno-organic materials. "Negatiive Speedforce. That is a new one." and it is to Nyx. "What do you want anyways, why that lawyers office?" 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' "You can call me Professor Zoom... though some people call me the Reverse-flash." Zoom brings up a hand to his chest, "I'm the Flashes equal, and opposite." Zoom answers. "And you... are very unusual for this time period." Zoom continues to circle Nyx. 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' Well she isn't firing ridiculously powerful energy weapons at him right now, shouldn't even be possible in this time period for terestrial technology. Which means either from another time or from space really. "Still hadn't heard of you, but okay Professor Zoom or reverse flash." she pauses "I get that a lot. Not entirely from around here." she admits. Rookie. "So uh.. are you a criminal or just lost?" 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' "I'm not surprised. I've kept low key for a while now. Being faster than human senses tend to make it easy to infiltrate." Zoom states as he continues, "Are you alien? The mechanical way you fired that weapon makes me think you're alien technology." Professor Zoom has an innate cosmic awareness of his surroundings... he can instinctually know if someone is time or reality displaced by looking at them. 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' There is a haze of reality, though planes not alternates, around Samantha. Nothing about time displacement though. "IThat sounds nefarious." she notes. "Also no. Not alien, I'm from the Bronx. It's very complicated and classified." she frowns and looks around the forest. "So why are you infiltrating law offices?" 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' "Who wants to know?" Zoom shoots back, continuing to pace around Nyx. 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' Well. I guess that is fair. He did give his name. "Agent Twining, SHIELD. Codename Nyx. I think it is a fair question. I mean I have you pretty well documented now, may as well make my AAR easier." 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' "SHIELD. Interesting. I would have thought you'd go for one of the superperson groups." Zoom muses, "How's that whole Sentinel situation going for you?" The speedster, asks. 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' "Kind of shitty actually." she squints "Also classified mostly." she just shakes her head. "Well I know I can't really hit you... you are just to damn fast. So I'm going to start the slow.. very slow walk back to civilization unless you want to drop me off?" 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' "Being classified doesn't matter in the least to me." Zoom informs her, "I have most of what I need, but I haven't heard anything about the thing you idiots are calling Sebastian for a while. I'll just have to beat it out of you." With that, red lightning bursts around him, and Zoom starts to go all in attacking Nyx. He's no longer holding back as he drives his full kinetic force against her body over and over and over. Half a hundred punches of kinetically enhanced power start raining all around Nyx as he works on finding her molecular frequency in the Negative Speed Force. A complicated machine like Nyx will unfortunately have a few... along with a couple weakpoints he can find from her reactions. To Nyx, it's like a tornado of red lightning is flying around her, like a storm. The speedster isn't holding back, like the Flash would. This Professor Zoom is actually seriously trying to dismantle Nyx from the outside... and with his phasing ability, he might eventually succeed. 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' Which is honestly when Zoom just about loses his hands. I mean that seriously. Samantha staggers back and starts to flail out to deal with Zoom punching her and trying to phase her. This is fifty shades of not good and she is starting to take serious damage. Nyx considers options as Samantha gets pummeled and leans over from the blows. The next thing that happens is impressive. Energy explodes from her back, disintegrating her jacket, and then folds around her protectively. Wings made of actual particle beam energy, somehow contained and shaped. Where they contacted the ground things just molecularly cease to be sliced into nothing in their path. Samantha yells "Back off!" 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' When it became clear he was dealing with the unknown with this gynoid, Eobard set aside all assumption seeing the particle cannon. In truth, the attack is also a test, to see what Nyx would do... and she does not disappoint as she sprouts protective particle wings. If Zoom was any slower, he'd have likely lost a hand in his attack. Instead, he barely pulls back in time and retreats a few dozen feet, observing. "You're just full of suprises, aren't you?" 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' Samantha straightens and shakes out those wings. They actually replicate the behavior of wings really well. Though well made of deadly contained energy. "Stay backed off." she growls now. Her right arm is damaged, it looks broken actually though not for too terribly much longer. "I'm leaving." 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' "No, you're not." Zoom informs her. Once again, Eobard comes in, this time keeping well aware from those wings. The red lightning is everywhere now, since Eobard has to keep track of those wings... and this time, he has a few signatures to use on Nyx. Eventually, one of Zooms hands vibrates... and is stuck /through/ her arm. Another moment of concentration, and Zoom actively starts to disrupt the internal workings of that arm. The organics and mechanical components are slowly torn apart, before he pulls back, only to start with that rain of speedster punches once again... and when it looks like Nyx is about to adapt again, that phasing happens once again. Whoever this Professor Zoom is, he's taking Nyx apart quite effectively. 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' Samantha is having a very bad day. There she was trying to do good and disrupt a bad metavillain activity. Now she is in the forest with some psychotic speedster trying to take her apart. All of this sucks. Especially as her arm goes offline and is pretty shredded. Then he starts to punch her elsewhere. "No." and that does not at all sound like Samantha. "You are not allowed to interfere." still not like Samantha. Particle beam energy explodes as the wings curve around and her good arm, and her eyes blast. Eyes. Damn. More than just her arm and wings can generate it. The Ground EXPLODES as the molecules of the earth.. hell the very oxygen and nitrogen and carbon in the air around her ignites..... And then there is a crack of the sound barrier, zero to ... not speedster Fast.. but straight up away from Zoom. 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' To him, the words come out in a slowed blur. And it's when she stops speaking that Eobard backs off just a little bit, waiting to see what happens. Then, Nyx goes flying as molecules start exploding around him. It's like a slow motion C4 explosion, and it's one Eobard dodges out of. "You realize that isn't any sort of escape, right?" The monstrously distorted voice replies as Zoom begins to trail after her... keeping up with her speed exactly. The red lightning trail behind him makes his angle and position very clear as he goes. 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' That doesn't escape Nyx's notice. Not at all. There are a lot of repairs to be made. This fight is just not going her way at all. Not at all. Speedsters am-I-rite." Tracking Zoom on the hud, Nyx makes a tactical decision and Samantha and the alien hitch hiker angles up. Not trying to out run him on a horizontal and instead just disappearing vertical ascending through the atmosphere. 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' Sure, Eobard could chase after her. He might even catch up to her eventually... but he was a bit singed from the sudden particle devices. He could build them himself, of course... but seeing them being used in technology he didn't create, in this era? Something was wrong there. Nyx would make an interesting project to decipher. For now, Professor Zoom superspeeds his way back to the tri-state area, disappearing into New York. 

:'''{{#var:7511|Nyx (7511)}} has posed:''' While Nyx and Samantha stay in near earth orbit, running a series of diagnostics. That whole thing was awful. "Okay so definitely not fighting speedsters... I wonder what Professor Zoom wants with the Sentinels." 
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8840/Nobody Knows The Trouble I've Seen.

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:7698|Stockholm (7698)}} has posed:''' August so far has been shaping up to be a horrible month. Bat home invasion and dognapping with a side of sudden feelings and sanity. Attempt on her life by a man in a mask which got her framed as an escape attempt and a whole lot more charges. Also a severe beating by the GCPD. Joker going extra crazy on her last night and the effects still lingering pretty hard. At least there is air conditioning. Which leads to Friday Night and Julia flat on her back in her cell, not on the bed but on the floor staring at the ceiling. The glass wall in front of her, with door, not being paid much attention to. She just seems lost in her own thoughts there, arm still in a cast, a myriad of little bruises and cuts fading but a couple of stitches remaining. 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:''' When the lights go out, it is with the solemn industrial 'thunk' of a heavy switch being flung somewhere in the depths of Arkham. The pitch darkness only fills the hall outside Stockholm's cell for a second, before a corresponding sound brings the light back with an electrical hum. Except now the Batman looms there, dark and forbidding. Even in the antiseptic fluorescent light he seems to be ensconced in shadow, only the faint blue-grey outlines of his cape and cowl along with the baleful white gleam of his eyes are visible. "Julia," his voice is grave and serious, somewhat muffled by the glass that makes up the front wall of her cell. 

:'''{{#var:7698|Stockholm (7698)}} has posed:''' Julia blinks at the lights going out. "This. Had. Best. Not. Be. Another. Attempt." she is right sick of the idea. As Joker put it my first hit, but reversed, congrats you are a real villain or something. It doesn't feel like success, it feels like being shot then beat by cops whom you may have formerly worked with. Then it comes on and the grave serious voice of Batman is heard. That gets another blink and she lets her head loll to the side to stare at him through the glass. "Well either this is actually Batman or another hit. Jury is still very much out about this Bats." the way she says Bats is actually reminiscent of The Joker of all things. "Here to scold me for filing a 'false' police report?" 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:''' "What did you do, Julia?" The Bat's tone is not one of terrifying intimidation. It is deep, as it always is, but he seems to be doing his best to be even and calm. There's no trace of the adversarial, instead questioning her as a cop might interview a witness rather than a suspect. "I need to know what made those men try to kill you." 

:'''{{#var:7698|Stockholm (7698)}} has posed:''' She just stares making eye contact with the cowled figure outside her cell. "I was probably a bad and horrible person and fucked with someone I shouldn't have.. or maybe should have.... I hear there is a hit on me now." Then a little shudder starts to run through her and she closes her eyes and reaches up and covers her face with her hand. The next moment despite her broken arm she is rolling up to her feet and stepping close to the glass, almost leaving a nose print on it as she stares. "Closer" she urges now not blinking. 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:''' For a moment, the Batman does not move. Even as Julia presses against the glass, he stays where he is a good foot back from the wall. He's been in places like this before, experienced the kind of violence a mind deprived of all distractions and given a bounty of time can concoct. "And me," he says of the hit list, "Whoever tried to kill you wants to make sure I don't interfere again." He takes a step closer to the glass, head tilted slightly so the forehead of his cowl is only a scant inch away from it. "These things don't just happen out of nowhere. Do you remember anyone or anything unusual?" 

:'''{{#var:7698|Stockholm (7698)}} has posed:''' She watches staring. "I mean, isn't everyone trying to kill you. I know the Joker wants to try again because someone else actually kicked your ass." there is a pause "Do you know who the guy in the mask was?" there is a small tik by her eye. When Batman steps in closer though, just an inch from the glass the tik stops and she blinks for the first time, and then rests her forehead against the glass taking a deep breath and then lets it out. Softer tone and cadence. "My whole life is an unusual mess Batman." slow breath "I imagine it is because the people I work for right now want to decimate the Hook trade. They don't like it muscling in on their turf from what I can piece together. I mean it is that or the Foot is mad because the Joker had me steal one of their coins for him. I doubt that though." Tension seems to be hiccuping out of the woman. 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:''' "He's an assassin named Bane," Batman explains of the man in the mask, "Likely an assassin with a fractured clavicle." It's true that Bane hit hard, but the Bat did manage to hit him back. By now, he is as close to the glass as he can get without touching it. The smallest fraction of space and a glass wall separating them. "Hook. That's the most solid lead. These contracts aren't just focused on Gotham, they're up and down the East Coast. I suspect whoever put these contracts on us considers us a threat. You because you were disrupting their work, me because I kept them from killing you." 

:'''{{#var:7698|Stockholm (7698)}} has posed:''' She rests her head there against the glass just breathing slowly. "Bane. Okay. I wasn't kidding about that madman the Joker being upset at Bane and you for it not being him, I think he is going to be breaking out sooner now. He got really riled when I told him." there is a pause "Sorry." "Hook yes. New York was the Foot but Metropolis was this guy named the Darkness and also the Light. They wanted the MD12s out of the Hook business and hired me to capture some workers while they took out the dealers." which definitely made the news, those warehouse gang warfare in Gotham. "The drug is really something unusual and a lot of very powerful criminals don't want it in their cities." Her tone is conversational. Helpful even. 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:''' The thought crosses the transom for a moment. The notion of the Joker tracking down Bane and killing him, or vice versa - or perhaps they'd kill each other. After all that's happened, it's difficult for him to feel a real desire to stop that. If two cancer cells choose to destroy each other, then so be it. But that's not how he works and he can't allow it. "Julia," he uses her name, her real name - not the carnival sideshow moniker, "I want to get Hook off the streets, too. If there's a chance that our causes can align here - that you can help me, and I can help you? I have to take it." 

:'''{{#var:7698|Stockholm (7698)}} has posed:''' "The computer person said the same thing. They want me to make a call and find out more information about hook. Said they would perhaps see if I was let out to help take down Bane." soft words. "It is so bad and loud in here Batman but I'm not sure anyone should really let me out there. I keep hurting people out there. I might be able to get information though about Hook and give it to you not just the computer. Though I imagine they are going to just break me out of here soon." she looks up through her bangs at Batman and his cowled visage. "I want to help." she really seems to mean it to. "Not sure I can though.. it's quiet right now but it won't last and then I'll go back to thinking about serving the chefs family to the inmates here and having him have a break down and even if it is manwiches and not sloppy joes no one deserves that. Not even the Joker..." okay she sounds like she may start crying. 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:''' For all the grief Stockholm has caused not just to him but those in his family, these are the moments where Batman finds it truly difficult to hate her. So many years spent convincing himself that the criminals were the predators, and then one comes along to show that they might just be the victims after all. "I need you to hold on," the Dark Knight answers, "whatever it is that has you here and present right now? Keep your grip on it. I know you can help, Julia. You will. We'll find wherever this Hook is coming from and stop the flow for good. And then we'll help you." A promise he didn't want to make. A promise he wasn't certain he could keep. But in the end, he couldn't help but promise her that little glimmer of hope. 

:'''{{#var:7698|Stockholm (7698)}} has posed:''' A little sad hiccup of breath as she tries very hard to not cry. "The Light wants Hook gone from all the major cities. When someone breaks me out I know I can and probably will just get more information on it since the war seems to be esclating." A shuddery breath which isn't her having an episode, it is just her trying to focus on Batman and hold her shit together. "I want to hold on. I really do. I just don't know how... I'm dangerous..." she bites her lower lip. "Did you tell my parents.. you promised you would. They can't visit I know .. this place.. someone would hurt them.. but did you?" 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:''' For a moment, Batman thinks back to the visit with Stockholm's parents shortly after she was sent to Arkham. Dismissive. The way her father had been staunch about disowning her, rejecting the idea that she could change or even have remorse for her actions. He'd not visited them as Batman - that would be too much - but rather in disguise as one of the Arkham psychiatric staff, Dr. Paul Grant. He had hoped for a more understanding reception, in truth. Still, this was one of those occasions where the truth would cut deeper than a lie. "They'll understand in time," he says quietly, "I told them you were sorry. That what you're doing isn't you but a sickness you're suffering from. I think they'll need time before they understand it, but I told them." He turns his head slightly, looking to one of the security cameras that quite coincidentally ceased to work when Batman set foot in the corridor. "Oracle - the computer - will keep their word. If you help us, we'll help you. More than just getting you out of here." 

:'''{{#var:7698|Stockholm (7698)}} has posed:''' "I don't understand it.. not sure how they could." she is insightful really. She swallows the tears that have been threatening her finally and steels herself a bit more. Her good hand reaches up and splays on the glass. "Thank you though.. you didn't need to do it." but he did and he kept his word. "Good to know. I'll try to get the information. I can't login from here but there is a burner number I can call like Oracle said.. lawyer call. I can't do anything though on the inside. I don't want out though." she considers. "Pretty sure Harley will be trying to break me out.. she owes me for breaking her out. The Light though.. they will probably beat her to it. That or just liquidate me. They are serious. Big guns. Big hardware. Lots of resources. It's ridiculous really." 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:''' "If we're going to get you out, it needs to look like a breakout," Batman offers, momentarily struck by the notion of breaking anyone out of Arkham, "Harley will cause too much collateral damage, and the Light run the risk of trying to kill you, like you said. I'll give Oracle the go ahead to start the ball rolling from this end. When the time comes, there'll be a sign. You'll know it's me. Follow it, use the opportunity. But remember - we do not kill. I'll clear the way for you, but if I sense for even a second you're going a direction that I don't want ... " He lets the word hang in the air. It doesn't feel good to threaten her when she's in this state, but there's a lot about being Batman that doesn't feel good. "I'll give you a means to contact us, and a means for me to track you. Do you accept those terms, Julia?" 

:'''{{#var:7698|Stockholm (7698)}} has posed:''' She starts trembling. "I... " she shakes her head. "It won't work.. I want this to work but it won't work. They will come back and then I'll be them and it won't work Batman..." she bangs her head lightly against the 'glass'. She still isn't having a fit or anything, it seems to be despair and frustration. "If it is one of the bad ones I won't be able to not kill someone... I'm not me.. I'm them.. and they drown me under their weight. I want to stop but they weigh so much more... they set up house." A huff "I don't know if that makes sense .. but it is the best words I have for it.. I want to help but it won't be safe. It just won't be safe. I can't make that promise because I know I will probably break it and I don't want to lie right now... I lie to much." 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:''' "I need you to trust me, Julia," Batman uses her name again, an old negotiator's trick that she likely is all too familiar with from her time in law enforcement, "I have a plan. I know you're afraid of what will happen. What you might do. But you know me well enough now to know that my plans work." His brow furrows and his mouth twists into a grim line. He's wrestling with something internally, and it must be a truly titanic battle if he cannot keep it from manifesting on his face. "I have to go. For now, I want you to try and stay in your cell as much as you can. Avoid the other inmates." 

:'''{{#var:7698|Stockholm (7698)}} has posed:''' "Okay." she whispers "There are group therapy sessions... " she considers "But if I hurt someone they will make me stay like solitary for a week or so at least." working out how to stay in her cell. She doesn't at all sound like she is relishing hurting anyone which is quite unusual. "I'll try." she finally says. Then her hand goes back up to the glass again fingers spread like she is just trying to .. be close. Steady breathing. 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:''' "I'm putting a lot of faith in you. Now you have faith in me." That said, Batman turns and begins to stalk down the corridor. A moment later the lights black out again, and when they return he has gone. Somewhere outside, half-concealed in the night, the Dark Knight lifts a hand to the earpiece of his cowl. A decision has been made. Whether or not it's the right one - well, there's only one way to find out. "Oracle, I need you to pull Matches Malone out of mothballs. Put together a data trail for activity on the west coast. An arrest warrant from the star City PD that might send him back to Gotham." A pause. "And get on to your people. We'll need someone to pick up the slack here." 

:'''{{#var:7698|Stockholm (7698)}} has posed:''' When the light goes out she shudders a bit. Then it comes back up and she is trembling. "fuck... fuck... fuck..." is muttered and caught on the cameras. "Don't go." she hisses and then just grips at the glass with her free hand. The grip gets scrambly against the glass "No.. no no no...." she is back in the soup of it, there are cells behind the other walls. Ones above her to. Arkham swims with it all for the empath. "No!" and she cracks her forehead against the glass wall. Hard enough to knock herself out.... sliding to the floor and leaving some blood on the glass. 
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8829/Big Trouble in Little China Basin

2019-08-17T02:41:05Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/08/16
|Location=China Basin, Old Gotham
|Synopsis=Batwoman kicks Charlie's ass and Oracle dubs her Misfit remotely. Not Charlie's best showing but there were compliments!
|Cast of Characters=8868,58,193
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' China Basin in Gotham. Still absolutely miserably hot and humid Thursday evening, maybe even worse then the previous night. Which does absolutely nothing to stop crime though, if anything it just makes people even more surly and angry with their fellow man and woman. At least in Gotham crime spikes with the temperature. Well unless you are Mr. Freeze, then the opposite it true. Oracles array sends her an alert that there was another Batgirl sighting, second night in a row, in China Basin. This one though is from Instagram. Getting a big bottle of water at a corner store of all things, the picture isn't great but it is the girl from last night checking her phone while she pays. Probably will show at the nearest crime. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Oracle has been monitoring China Basin a bit more closely since the night before. Even making sure that at least one Agent, by the Bat or Bird, was in the area just incase the Ripoff Batgirl was a creature of habit. When it turns out that that is precisely the case, she grins to herself and slides over to her station and pulls up her headset. This is Oracle calling for any Bird or Bat in the area of China Basin. Vigilante activity unknown new vigilante. Requesting assistance with making contact. Her fingers meanwhile blaze of the keys to bring up access to any security cameras in the area for at block so that they're on standby ready just incase they have to give chase. 

:'''{{#var:193|Kate Kane (193)}} has posed:''' At least it's somewhat cooler at night. Somewhat. But Kate's high-tech Batsuit was designed for ballistic resistance, not for personal comfort. China Basin. That's close. "Roger that, Oracle. Batwoman, checking in. I'm about a block away." Parking the black and red Ducati, Batwoman shoots a line to the nearest roof and ascends quickly to take a look around. "We sure this isn't a vintage cosplay fan?" 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' The young woman steps out of the corner store taking a deep drink of the water and tucking the phone away. She pops a small earpiece in her ear and then cocks her head listening. She jogs towards the alleyway and ducks into it moving into the shadows. A short time later she steps out from behind an HVAC on the roof not too far from Bat Woman and steps to the edge of the building peering down at the street below. While her getting on the roof was sneaky however she did it, the whole perusing she is doing actually exposes her silhouette. She is very green. Still she seems to be on patrol. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' <Bat Woman. Sending you an intel package on vigilante in question. Suspected meta-human capable of teleportation. Combat ready, but requires refinement. Mission objective, first contact.> Babs leans back her seat, turning an ATM cam to watch Misfit run towards an alley, then switches to another to get a better view. When she disappears, however, she turns in her chair to do an active scan for the uploaded image until a new signature pops only a little bit away from Bat Woman. "Huh..." Squinting at the cellphone ine woman's hand. "Time to get a drone airborne." Thumbing the launch sequence for one of her multiple hidden drones spread all over Gotham, it releases from its housing and whizz quietly on the way towards where Babs is now watching their target. 

:'''{{#var:193|Kate Kane (193)}} has posed:''' Batwoman spots the exposed silhouette on the other roof, taking the opportunity to meld into the shadows there. Her voice is low when she speaks. "Yeah, she definitely needs refinement. Might as well paint a target on her back." Watching the newbie for a moment longer, Batwoman shoots a line over to the other roof. And unlike Misfit, she's done this before. The black and red figure swings over on the far side of the HVAC unit; on Misfit's blind side. Without exposing herself, Batwoman speaks from the shadows in a voice that is somewhere between husky and gravelly. "Looking for something?" 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' There is a squeak of alarm and then pinwheeling as she almost goes tumbling head first right off the roof. She was so focused on trying to figure out if the that lady down there was going to be mugged and the leaning was pretty severe. Luckily somehow she manages to not fall off the roof, the pinwheeling and leaning back turns to a spin around and a peering at the shadows of the roof. "Crime." she notes very seriously. The redhead is definitely in a homemade batgirl costume, the cape for instance has a big patched section that Oracle knows is a result of the shotgun blast last night. "Are you some Varlet in the need of some Dark Vengeance or are you a crime fighter." her fists are up in front of her in those yellow gloves, she is bouncy. She also isn't very tall and looks about Damian's age. "I mean maybe both, but you sound like you want a fight!" 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Babs is in watch mode, Bat Woman shouldn't be in much danger against a novice right? Regardless she pulls a drone into the area to provide cover if absolutely necessary. Quick pose to keep things moving is crappy. 

:'''{{#var:193|Kate Kane (193)}} has posed:''' From the shadows there's a laugh, sounding almost disembodied. And from the -other- side of the HVAC unit steps the Batwoman. Tall and graceful, garbed in black lined with red. Bat ears, and stylized red Bat symbol across her chest. "I sound like I want a fight?" she echoes, red lips pulling back into a grin. "That all depends on why you're up here, really." Pause "You know who I am, but the real question is who are you?" 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' The eyes behind the homemade cowl get real real big. Big blue eyes. "Holy carp" yeah she said carp. "Batwoman!!" there is a pause with a couple of blinks. "Well I mean yeah you do kind of sound like you want to fight... all gruff and gravely.... " she pitches her voice now. "Looking for something..." trying to make it sound all husky and gravely and not doing that well but the point probably gets across. "Of course I know who you are.. I mean Batwoman. Duh... gosh this is cool." she shakes her head. "To answer your question.. I'm the damn batgirl!" her fists are still up in front of her in those yellow gloves. "Is this one of those things where first we fight then we become best friends?" head tilting curious. 

:'''{{#var:193|Kate Kane (193)}} has posed:''' Rules of engagement: initiate contact. Check. Hands on hips, now, Batwoman smiles again. "Actually, kid, I -know- Batgirl and you're not her. Trust me on this." Tactical breakdown: suspect is meta-human, capable of teleportation. Attack likely to be sudden and from behind. At least a blind side. The tall redhead shifts her stance slightly, left foot a bit back and right foot easing forward. Hands to the side. The smile widens. "We can try it that way if you want." 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' "Batgirl hasn't been seen in mooonths.. I mean yes I am sure you would know her. I assume Bats all know Bats right?" she beams brightly. "I'm the new Batgirl! Gotham needs a batgirl to protect people." she sounds very sure of this fact. Her gloved hand wobbles side to side flattened out. "I mean we definitely can, I know this is how it is done but I wasn't sure if this is what we were going to be doing right?" bright tones as she studies Batwoman. She doesn't disappear and try to clock Batwoman from behind, nope. What she does it drop her hands "So yes?" then when her hands come back up one has a bat-a-rang, looks like a knock off they sell in pawn shops and claim are from Bat crime scenes. It is hurled at Batwoman's chest and the teenager charges in full frontal. The punch is pretty decent which is likely surprising, I mean it feels like raw talent. That said the kid is fast and determined to impress and must have had some sort of classes at some point. Extra points for the bat-a-rang distraction. "Have at!" 

:'''{{#var:193|Kate Kane (193)}} has posed:''' Batwoman is ready for pretty much anything, her awareness extending in all directions. Then the bat-a-rang whirls in her direction. Game on! Kate never takes her eyes off of her opponent, perhaps expecting a sudden teleport. Drop the left shoulder, twist to dodge. The punch is good, but Batwoman is already in position for something else. Continue the twist, the dodge, and add a sweep kick to the leg. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' There is definitely a look of glee on the teenagers face even as Batwoman dodges her punch and then sweeps her legs out from under her. "Ack!" though she doesn't sound too dismayed. She doesn't just hit the ground though, she manages to hit the rooftop and then arch and push off and up planting her arms and trying to strike out with her leg and return the favor of a sweep. Again it is really fast but she isn't paying enough attention to her opponent. Not a badly executed sweep but not perhaps the best idea. It is followed with a roll and then an attempt to kip back up to her feet. 

:'''{{#var:193|Kate Kane (193)}} has posed:''' Kate continues the pivot after her sweep, and she laughs softly when the sweep is returned. And Batwoman goes down on her back. Except she's ready for it. By the time Misfit rolls and attempts the kip, Kate executes the maneuver perfectly. She's on her feet when Misfit is still rising. "You're fast, but you lack skill. And discipline." she offers. "Again." 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' The teenager draws the cape around her dramatically and peers at Batwoman from where she stands. "I got you!" sort of, I mean she laughed but then again they are fighting to become friends right. "I don't have a lot of extra batarangs, they are surprisingly expensive." she pauses a hiccup "Though you know.. my mom is a movie star and we live in a mansion and can afford things like bat-a-rangs." She flicks the cape out as a distraction tactic aiming the edge for Batwoman's face and then going low with a right hook towards her midsection. She will likely be sorry if her homemade glove actually connects with that high tech armor. 

:'''{{#var:193|Kate Kane (193)}} has posed:''' "And yet I'm still standing." Batwoman replies coolly. "And if you think batarangs are expensive, you should try buying a real suit sometime." Kate pivots with the right hook in a maneuver she's practiced hundreds of times. Block-counterpunch, also to Misfit's midsection. Except Batwoman's gloves are both hardened and weighted, for just such an occasion. "Again!" she cries out, timing the sound with the punch. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' The girl didn't really connect with the punch but the block stings even through her glove. She is about to ask something when the counter punch strikes out and to her credit she almost gets a block in, it clips her arm. Which hurts like hell. Then it hits her midsection. Which really hurts and sends her back and away onto the roof top once more. There is a wheeze "Where do you buy suits like that!?" The girl is getting back up though and charging in, she isn't being really measured, nope it is all leap to action. Someone who knows Akido would have a field day with this kids enthusiasm. This time though she stops sudden and short, feigns a rabbit punch, but is already twisting with that punch to try to kick Batwoman right in the knee. 

:'''{{#var:193|Kate Kane (193)}} has posed:''' "Definitely not on Amazon." Batwoman quips back. She recognizes the overly-aggressive style and shifts her own approach. Her stance shifts as well; more relaxed. Almost defensive. No, definitely defensive. The feint is ignored. The kick is not. Sweeping down with her hand, she catches the kick and gives a half-twist... pulling it away and up. "Good! You're starting to think. Again!" 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' "Do you know any Amazonians?" okay she is a bit ADHD about this whole situation bouncing from ordering a suit on Amazon to Amazonians at the word association. Of course hten she gets her foot caught, twisted, and pulled and there is a yelp and she goes down again but at least Batwoman didn't try to hold onto her sneaker or foot. She rolls and looks like she may kick out but then her hand snaps out and she grabs for the woman's cape and then tries to give it a really hard yank. 

:'''{{#var:193|Kate Kane (193)}} has posed:''' A soft laugh, and Batwoman lets Misfit actually pull on the cape. The laugh should be the first clue that it's a bad idea, of course. The tall redhead turns -into- the yank, and turns and turns again. And with each turn she strikes. Fist to shoulder. Elbow to kidney. Foot sweep behind knee. No more sparring, apparently. Batwoman is working swiftly and methodically to disable her young, eager opponent. And to put her down. And while she works, the woman in black speaks in time with her moves. "You are rash. Undisciplined. And untrained." Pause "But you have promise. And determination. Are we finished here?" 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' There is a yelp as Batwoman turns into the yank and then that strike against her shoulder. Which hurts like hell but isn't the end of the world. When it advances to the strike to the kidney before Charlie can even react though, god that hurts and well it isn't as much a game to the teenager. and there is then one more to her knee. Everything hurts and the teen wheezes pained. "Are... we friends... now?" yeah she doesn't try to get up right away, still taking stock of how bad this hurts. Contemplating taking serious action but curious to the answer. I mean the compliment makes her soul sing so she doesn't just bounce out. 

:'''{{#var:193|Kate Kane (193)}} has posed:''' For a moment Batwoman just stands over her, red-lined black cape flowing back. From the ground she looks to be about nine feet tall with those boots and the Bat-ears. And it's very easy to see why Gotham's criminal-set is scared to death of the Bats. Gazing down at the prone teen, she offers a leather-gloved hand. A hand up. Again with that broad, red-lipped smile. "Well you're not in handcuffs and I haven't thrown you off the roof." Batwoman offers cheerfully. "I'd say that we're off to a good start at least. Can I give you a ride somewhere? And we really -do- need to find another name for you besides Batgirl." Touching her left ear, she speaks to someone else. "Oracle, this is Batwoman. Contact initiated. Subject has promise. Really need to find a different code name for her. Copy?" 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Babs has been sitting watching with fingers tugging her bottom lip thoughtfully. Once it is concluded and she's received message from Bat Woman. <Copy Bat Woman. Come to the Clocktower for debrief after your patrol. Subject codename: Misfit until better option available. Good work.> All relevent data is put into a new folder for upload to the batcomputer and BoP servers. "Welp, at least it's never boring...." 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' A hand up, well it may be a throw off the roof but the teen takes it, not seeming scared to death of this Bat. So bright eyed. Bushy tailed. Once pulled up to her feet she wheezes again. "I .. can get home... our butler probably has dinner ready... soon." she straightens trying to just grit through it. "But .. Batgirl isn't on the streets. I'd be a great Batgirl." pauses a moment. "Wait. Who is Oracle?" blink blink. "Is that like the Greek thing... is she watching..." the girl looks up and around and oh look another of those drones .. she waves enthusiastically now. "Hi!!" 

:'''{{#var:193|Kate Kane (193)}} has posed:''' Batwoman's grip is strong, and she easily half-helps, half-hauls Misfit to her feet. "Butler, hmm?" Guess the kid wasn't lying about wealth at home. Kate knows all about that, yeah. Tug at those heartstrings! "I'll explain Oracle when you're ready. Which you're not." A hand grips Misfit's other shoulder, discretely planting a tiny, stick-on tracker on the fabric. "But you should definitely assume that *someone* is always watching." Because the word will be put out to the community, of course. "For now, you go by the codename 'Misfit'. In time you may earn something else. And we'll be in touch... discreetly. Don't worry about that." Releasing hand and shoulder, Batwoman takes a step closer to the edge of the roof. "Good to hear that you've got a ride, but I *was* going to offer a ride on a souped-up Ducati." Grin 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Babs pulls at her bottom lip until the tracer is placed. The signiture is added to her database and activated so she can keep tabs on this new vigilante until she finds the mini-bug. The blip is transfered to Bat Woman's HUD without a word from Oracle. Busy doing her end back in the Clocktower. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' The teenager is completely and totally lying about the wealth at home, it is actually entirely tragic and horrible. "That is kind of mean." she notes thoughtfully. "I mean.. yeah my suit isn't anywhere near as cool as yours." pause "Yet.. but Misfit..." she is chewing it over. "I'll be back .. I bet the weekend is pretty busy around here and there is a lot of Darrrk vengeance to be dishing out." so chipper despite the serious tone put into vengeance. She hops back, a little limpy from that knee strike. "That sounds awesome... but my ride is faster than that..." she hobbles a few more feet, stepping away from Batwoman and then the girl steps off the edge of the roof. Did she misjudge how close she was!? The drone catches a slash of smoke and if Batwoman looks there is a fading wisp or two and no girl down on the street below broken. The sneaky little tracker, well it shows up seconds later in Metropolis. In a distinctly bad part of town, like the slums. Pinpointing it would be a burnt out tenement. 

:'''{{#var:193|Kate Kane (193)}} has posed:''' Batwoman rushes to the edge of the roof when the girl hobbles over, a grapple line already out and aimed. At nothing. "Oracle, are you getting this? That's a big thumbs-up on the teleporter, I'd say. She's bolted." But the tracker is definitely in place, and Batwoman grins as the signal hits her HUD. Metropolis, and definitely not the garden district. Interesting. She shoots a line, using it to swing down to the alley. Shaking it free, she reels it in quickly as she strides over to the bike. Yes, it's a souped-up Ducati. At least one of them wasn't lying about their ride. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Babs did get the teleportation and the sudden pop across the tri-city... "whoa.... holy shit thats impressive." She doesnt know a lot of teleporters. <I saw it. I got scans of the residual mist and what appeared like a slash of smoke. I will run it through one a database of known meta-humans and mutants. I will send you a compressed file once I have the scans finished. Oracle out.> Babs considers the data collected with a slow, clipped nod. "Nope... never boring.." 
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8815/Cupcakes from heaven

2019-08-15T08:58:08Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/08/15
|Location=Kitchen - Xavier's School
|Synopsis=Nori has a Pizza Related Incident and Shannon saves the day. Ellie films for school Twitter.
|Cast of Characters=281,8765,1435
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie is walking through the manor with Noriko, late night munchy kitchen raid. "Okay I can't believe the Blue Beast made you guys go into the city and clean up a city park... I mean was it full of used needles and drug dealers or what?" yeah she crew up in Genosha and then in Westchester. While she is a bit of a Social Justice sort she is still a bit snarky and sheltered. "With Laura.. I mean does Laura even know how to Garden at all Nori?" "Hey do you think Shannon might be baking... remember.. thrity five times if we catch her in here." Voices carry as they head into the kitchen. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Someone was in for thirty-five times of... something, anyways, as the student in question was indeed baking. By the smell of things, she was indulging in a late-night pizza craving. The aroma of fresh pizza dough, cheese, pepperoni, and more cheese wafted through the air. Healthy this indulgence definitely was not, but at least tasty, it would be! She's perched on a stool near the kitchen island, waiting for the pizza to finish baking, wearing a slouchy grey tank top, tartan flannel sweatpants, and... are those Old English sheepdog slippers on her feet?? Floppy pink tongues, big black noses, and all?? 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' "She's alright... kind of matter of facty, but ya know... still kind of cool." Nori rubs at her right ear as they head for the kitchen, looking like she's proper amped up, "Yeah, I had Beast thinking I was into basketball.. I think dude is going to... I don't know like sponsor a team or something?" She /shrugs/ "There were condoms though. Laura said they were infected, but I swear to God I saw one of them move. And one of the drug dealers stuck around to help hold my bag. I think he liked me, which was even more amusing." She hasn't yet gotten around to telling Ellie about the fight with Spawn, but after blowing off some of her extra energy, taking a shower, and changing that was the first place she went. Now wearing goggles at the hairline of her shock blue spikes, a tanktop tied off with a flannel around her waist, and shorts that are cut off pin-striped slacks, she walks with a pair of unlaced combat boots beside the explosive Warhead. "Thirty five times.. absolutely." Bobbing her head as they pair of deliquents come into the kitchen, ducking side to side looking for Shannon, "Heeeeeey, Fluttershy! What's up girrrrl." Ducking so she can see the winged mutant through the island that seperates kitchen from dining area. Really big, probably not good, grin on her black makeup heavy face. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Okay for the record that is disgusting, that Laura can probably tell by smell and you saying it moved. Seriously we are coming to get food... and something smells good... I do not need to be visualizing animated condoms Nori... fuck." there is a mock shudder from Ellie as she looks around. She is wearing a pretty typical Negasonic outfit, leather, leather, spikes, more leather. Probably only because it is indoors with excellent A/C she she can get her style on without dying in the hot humid summer night outside. Probably. "Oo that smells like Pizza." she notes pleased and then leans on the island and just makes eye contact while Nori is being odd. Which she has learned so far is not very unusual. "Sup." pause "Come here often?" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon rather pointedly ignores the Fluttershy reference, and instead giggles, wiggling a wing in Ellie's general direction. "If you bake it, they will come." Not too much of a Field of Dreams reference, right? Or was it Field of Pizza in this case? It was one of those crazy late-night things that opened the way to a rabbit hole it wasn't always wise to follow! She'd learned that Ellie was just... Ellie. The leather and spikes didn't surprise her so much anymore. "Had a pizza craving. Maybe I should have made two instead?" 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Nori leans against the counter, drumming all eight fingers with her thumbs tapping every third, and clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth with her lip pulled back between her teeth. Fidgeting a little from foot foot until she loses the beat and moves her hands to slide her fingers back into her spikey hair. Just a hyped up ball of energy that looks like she might run off at any second to do god only knows what. It is entirely possible that she will, actually. Every hop, she jingles from the a little. Her gauntlets rattling against her belt, or the multitude of leather corded necklaces with little metal charms around her neck. "Okay, shit, I need to blow off some energy again... I'm feeling..." Fingers fling outwards, static jutting off her fingertips. Two or three times until she shoves her right hand down into one of her big pockets to grab a crumpled bag of multi-colored gummi bears. One is popped out and tossed into her mouth, the rest held in Ellie's direction. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie slides a hand out, accepts the gummi bear, then pops it into her mouth and chews swallowing after a moment. "I definitely think two pizzas would have been smarter in a school like this." she contemplates the possibility of two pizzas. "So Fluttershy I have two questions for you. Are you trying to go by Nightingale because you can heal and your middle name is Florence?" she holds up one finger, tiktoks it. "Because I had no idea you could actually heal ... I just figured it was a bird thing." She lets a pause hang. "Two..." two fingers now, tiktok, "If we spin you around is it true that after a certain point cupcakes will fly out of your wings?" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon rolls her eyes and facepalms, shaking her head. "Goddamn it, Ellie, will you please stop calling me Fluttershy?" Fine, if the other girl had been encouraging her to simply say 'shit', then this should be no problem for them, right? She slides off of the stool and heads for the fridge, pulling out a bit of pizza dough she'd wrapped up and set aside to make more pies later. Okay, so she doesn't have the whole spinning-the-dough-in-the-air trick down, but she does manage to get it in a somewhat circular shape on a baking sheet. "My middle name is Marie. But you're right about the Nightingale part of it. The healing thing can really backfire on me if I don't watch it, so I don't make a big thing of it." The second question has Shannon raising her eyebrows, and rolling her eyes. "The heck... really? Cupcakes? Okay, how did that one get started?" 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Nori gets right up near Ellie's face, far closer than should be comfortable for anyone, "Told'ya." Then she's back to bouncing, unless she's thwapped, which she might be. It happens, it could happen, anything could happen. Just waiting for the gummi to take effect and calm her the hell down some. "Oh, come on, Fluttershy-" Poke the bear, "-Nicknames are the subject of comradery, it doesn't have to be the basis for social norms amidst the entire student body, but you can rest certain about ''one'' thing." She holds up a finger now, this one sheathed in metal as is the rest of both hands and forearms. "The harder you try to fight it, the more likely it is to stick." Ellie's explanation of the second question has Nori snickering into her shoulder, "So we were sitting around taking apart a-.. uh.. we were doing tech training last night and one of us, I don't remember which, probably Nega.... anyways one of us figured your special power was baking." The electric mutant shrugs both shoulders, palms up, "So we decided that there had to be some revolution necessary... ya know to build up the necessary 1.28gh necessary to shoot brownies out of your ass like a baked goods supersoaker." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' At which point Ellie's eyes widen at the sheer nearness of Noriko. Blink blink. Then she thwapsout at Nori even as she bounces away. "Nori is right actually. I called her Taser for like forever. I mean at least is isn't Kentucky or Iron capitalist..." then she adds "She is also very right about the whole fighting it makes people want to use it more. Like now Noriko is just Noriko.... oooo also better than Lamepool." "Yeah baking is like your secondary mutation. Tertiary... wings.. healing... maybe primary. But yeah baking." at which point Negasonic pauses. "No brownies shooting out of her ass Nori... the image is ... god you and hte images tonight. No. Cupcakes." leans to brush a wing "From wings." it will be a bit for the gummi bears to really kick in. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Even Shannon can't stifle a giggle at that image, putting the sauce and cheese on top of the pie she's putting together. "Oh gawd, that image... yeah, those wouldn't be brownies. Not from there." She stops mid-reach as she's going for the package of pepperoni, a little bit surprised that someone who isn't a lot shorter and younger than her is going for her wings. It's a little bit odd, but nobody seemed to be meaning any harm, not yet. "No cupcakes from the wings. Baking's not a superpower. It's survival, when you have a dad who could get called out on a removal at any time... hey, death doesn't keep regular office hours... and a mom who could basically burn water." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' "I thought it was adorable." Noriko says of her former nickname, rubbing her arm where Ellie smacked her even after she's walk/skipped/jumped over to the big sliding door to the backyard of the Mansion, "The point is..." Spinning to point both fingers at Shannon, "Embrace it... run with it.. make it your own.. and then, you can basically rest assured it will fly away on angel wings." Fluttering her fingers. She's still bouncy, jittery even, but it's starting to slacken up a little. Moving back over to the stool beside Ellie to hop up on it. Both metal clad hands on the seat as if she requires that leverage to make it. She might, she's not tall. "How long on the pizza? I'm starving." Which is often the case as the charge starts to die down in her. Leaning forward so her elbows are up on the counter, one hand closed over the other, clinking fingers along teh big metal knuckles. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "So you aren't the angel of baked goods?" Ellie seems quite skeptical in tone and expression at this point as she watches Shannon listening to the explanation. "Okay well.. I can't cook to save my life so it seems like a mutation to me when someone can." mostly she didn't really have a family long enough for lessons. To Nori "I imagine ten to fifteen minutes... I mean those old domino ads had them like thirty minutes with delivery?" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' In point of fact, the timer on the oven goes off at just that moment, and Shannon pads on over to get the pizza. With a mitt, of course. She might be a healer but really wasn't keen on pushing her luck! She sets the pan down on a cooling rack, though it was entirely likely the moment she stepped aside, one of the pair would be going for a pizza cutter and diving right into that pizza! "There's the first one... want anything else besides pepperoni on the second?" She stops in her tracks as she listens to Ellie, her brows furrowing and her eyes misting over. To hell with it. Oven mitt, wings, and all, she goes over and hugs the other girl gently. "Hey, if you like, maybe I could teach you a little sometime. We're all supposed to be like a family here, right?" To Noriko, she smiles and chuckles a little. "I'd wait a minute or two for that to cool before you rip into it." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Nori isn't sure what's happening or why Shannon is getting misty eyed and coming over to hug Ellie, but it's kind of like watching a train rush towards some damsel tied on the tracks... She wants to go grab the pizza cutter and throw caution to the wind, as she is always want to do, but here's this situation! Spiraling towards some unknown conclussion! Slowly, ever so slowly, she slides off the stool and walks backwards so that she can keep watching... at least until her butt hits the drawer in which pizza cutters are stored. Only then does she turn away, with frequent glances, that aren't nearly hyper as they were a little while ago. The slicer is pulled out and rolled about her finger to cut the pie pretty effortlessly into eights, a slice yanked onto a plate, then another. The second is slid across the counter towards Ellie while she, further, throws caution to the wind and grabs it up with her gauntlet to immediately take a huge bite. This was a mistake. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Honestly Ellie isn't entirely sure why Shannon is coming right at her wings, oven mitts, and all to wrap her up in a very all enveloping hug. "Uh" is all the teenage warhead manages in a confused moment. Honestly she will likely later blame it on the gummi bears. Nothing blows up. "I burn water?" is offered confused after a moment. "And ... right yeah..." she tugs away getting prickly in demeanor "Found family.. yada .. yada bada yada..." grumbling, like a teenage porcupine really. Getting close to people is dangerous for her in her experience. She shoots a glance to Noriko in time to watch her make her mistake though. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon pulls back from Ellie and just smiles. Yeah, she might be prickly but some of it made sense now. Maybe she wasn't all that bad after all. She catches Ellie looking over in Noriko's direction, and, though she's closer in proximity than Ellie, she is unlikely to be able to stop the mother of all mistakes when it came to pizza--giving in to the temptation of eating a slice too soon after pulling the pie out of the oven. "Aww, frak..." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' "FUCK!" One metal pair of fingers scrapes the nuclear hot sauce and cheese off her tongue into the sink, "Son of uh-" Water straight from the tap, sucking it down with her tongue lulled out trying to make the whole of her mouth not a lava-pit of agony. What a terrible night to have a curse. Like a dog, lapping at water running from the facet, splashing it everywhere including on her fancy ass power gauntlets which don't seem at all bothered by a little moisture. "What the hell man, that was terrible... I'm going to have one of those hard pallot mouth blisters.. Dammit I hate those." This is not her first rodeo. Her and caution are not friends at all. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Somehow in all of this Negasonic got her phone out and records the entire ordeal. I mean she is a master at social media and no one can use a phone as fast or wickedly as her. She doesn't spoil it either by calling attention to herself while she films Nori flailing and splashing water on herself trying to drink from the tap. "It is like watching a kid touching a hot stove.. except it keeps happening." she finally notes with wry, if fond, amusement. "Shannon can you help her or does it like actively hurt you when you heal?" yeah she said Shannon. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' "It'll hurt me, but I heal pretty quickly, so it won't hurt me as long as it would her." Yeah, this would rank among one of the more unusual things Shannon's had to heal, but not the first time she's dealt with burns. "This is gonna sting," she mutters softly, not sure or not caring if anybody hears. Shaking her head, she walks on over to the sink and very gently rests her hand on the side of Noriko's face to turn the other girl to face her. "Just hold still like that, okay? Yeah, tongue out and all." This wasn't at all weird, right? No, of course not! Wrinkling her nose ever so slightly, she rests her other hand just over Noriko's mouth. A soft hiss escapes her, as she begins to absorb the injury into herself. FUCK, she hated this part of it! 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Nori, possibly drawn by the electronic device, or just knowin Ellie, glances right up at the camera while still splashing water on her face, and flicks flashes 'Peace Signs', then turns it into a metalic middle finger. Despite the pain of the ordeal, she's actively grinning while trying t force pat more water into her facehole. "fugh ou." Laughing and sputtering more water, from her burnt lips. Clearly she's got zero issues with Nega recording her, even knowing that it will be all over the school twitter. As if people could possibly think Surge was /more/ weird than they already consider her? Ohhhhh... OH YES... Nori opens her mouth to Shannon, tongue stuck out so the healer/angel can hover her palm all kinds of close. Just have to wait for the appropriate time... wait for the he- LICK THE PALM! Just like a little brother might when trying to cover their mouth because little brothers are disgusting. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie cracks up and keeps filming the splashing laughing sputtering teenager even while she gets flipped off and all. Also yes it is definitely going to be used later for some nefarious purpose. Probably school Twitter. The laughing kicks off again as she catches the palm lick perfectly on her phone "Oh.. for fucks sake..." she may end up crying at this point. This is definitely partially gummi bear induced. Honestly it is hard to say who is the worst influence. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' "Oh for f..." Shannon rolls her eyes, glad that her now-blistered mouth prevents something more coherent than that from coming out! With the absorption of the injury actually -aided- by the puerile gesture, she pulls her hands away, going right for the soap to wash. And wash. And wash some more. Something told her this was going to be all over the school by morning--and she was very likely to face a scolding from Kitty. Again. She gets a glass of cool water for herself and drinks it slowly to ease some of the sting from the burn in her mouth. "That anthwer your quethtion, Ellie?" Yeah, she'd be talking funny for a while. 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Nori grabs her slice and properly blows on it this time before taking another bite, chewing with big mouth chews to keep from burning the roof of her mouth... again. "Thanks, Shan-." Hip checking her on her way back around the counter to resume her seat beside Ellie, who also gets a hip bump. Now something more like a normal girl, she eats her pizza without just shoving it all in her mouth as she might have before the gummi finally started to kick in. This is why she eats them after all. Suck enough charge and she turns into a manic, bouncing around like an idiot. Get a little stoned? Completely normal... if giggly.. Eating pizza with snapping bites of gooey cheese. She's still weird, obviously, but she's just not a manic phase weird. "Did I get water in my hair?" To Ellie... she did. Not a small amount either. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie finishes recording and tucks her phone away after answering Shannon. "Yes. Yes it does." She checks her own slice that Nori cut for her and then carefully takes a bite. "So can you fly Shannon?" being nice since she made them pizza and healed Noriko even if she was an idiot. At Nori's question she looks sidelong and skeptical. "Yes. Also if you shake off like Rahne or Trashpuppy and get my pizza wet I will explode you." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon nods in answer to Ellie's question. "Yeah, I can. Fun sthuff, too. Don't know how fathst I can fly, but I think Scott wants to tetht some stuff out on that." All in all, a normal late-night munchies run at Xavier's. You know, winged healers, explosive social media queens, and electrifying teens all around. Perfectly normal... right? Right! 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' "No you wont. You would definitely miss me." Nori calls Ellie's bluff with a side glance and another bite of pizza, chewing just as oddly, full jaw tongue pushing hot food around to keep it from sitting in one place too long. Looking, at least for a second, like she's going to either shake her head violently at Nega or just rub her wet hair against the side of the explosive mutants face. Instead she just shoulder bumps her, smirks, and stands up on the rungs of her stool to practically crawl right over the counter for another slice off the cooling rack. With her gauntlets, she need not even worry about burning her fingers. "Thanks for healing my tongue and lips." To Shannon, crawling back with her slice, already taking a bite as she settles back down on the stool. "Stiff ass is going to test your flying? Shouldn't... Shouldn't someone who can..." A glance at Nega... back to Shannon, "Like... someone who can.. I don't know.. fly.. do that?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Why god did I stop recording early..." she just shakes her head sadly then takes another bite of Pizza. Well Surge didn't quite call her bluff, I mean verbally yes but not like totally with wet hair shakes or rubbing it against her face. "Do not under estimate the power of this fully operational battle station." she does lean to bump shoulders back. "Definitely someone who can fly should do that.. I mean I can sort of fly so even I'd be better at this than Dorkmeister. I have an alien bird team mate in the Titans that could probably teach you how to fly better... he has wings kind of like yours Shannon." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' "Hey now, he's not so bad! Whole lot nicer than I thought he'd be, actually." Shannon frowns just a little bit, and shrugs. They had their opinion of Scott, she had hers. Seems they'd have to agree to disagree. "Sam helped me quite a lot... so did Megan, and even Kurt a little bit, once, in his way." She's just raising her glass of water to take another sip to keep cooling down the burns in and on her mouth, and stops, right in the middle. "Alien? As in, literally not of this world? Wow. That's kind of neat." The water seems to be doing its job, her speech improving as it and her own natural healing abilities kick in. She glances over to Noriko just in time, shaking her head. "I've got a bad feeling about this." Ha! Someone had to say it! Wait... was the winged healer a... *gasp* -GEEK-?? 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' "Don't /you/ quote Bablyon 5 at me." Pointing an accusing finger at Shannon, face scrunched up in a mock snarl that only barely manages to wipe her grin off her face. "Scott is a big Boyscout. He gave me dentention for a month my first year here for draining the battery of his motorcycle... but I was about to /die/-" She's dramatic, just not as animately so now that she's a little stoned, "-You don't tell a hypoglycemic person they can't have your butterscotch if their blood sugar's fifty... same damn thing." Grumbling, at least until a side glance is turned on Ellie. "Mhm." Nori sucks sauce from each of her gauntlet fingers and pushes her plate away, "Let's go, I want to watch Star Trek." Clearly busting Ellie's balls, of course she knows that's Battle Star Galactica. "Thanks for the grub, Shan-o." Finger waving with little scrapy metal on metal, tugging at Ellie's jacket collar with the other. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie mrrfs midbite of pizza and manages to make it off her stool. "Hey wait.. pizza..." she carefully saves her slice with one hand even as Nori seems intent on marching them off now. She mouths ADHD to Shannon then waves the pizza slice "Thanks for the pizza Shan-o-shy." and lets herself be led away. 
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8813/Batgirl Sighting

2019-08-15T07:45:04Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' It is a dark and stormy night. Okay not really. Honestly it is a hot and humid night, why anyone lives somewhere with 74 degrees temperature and 80 percent humidity and a light overcast drizzle is beyond reasoning. The Oracle Array blips an alert of an appropriate severity. Police radio chatter that Batgirl busted up a mugging about twenty minutes ago in China Basin leaving the would be mugger ziptied for the cops and a witness making a statement right this moment. The problem is Stephanie is no where near China Basin and neither is Kestral or Orphan. Which may affect alert severity from the carefully designed rig. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Try 90+ and 100 percnt humidity. That's like breathing boiling water. Babs is sitting at the desk, as Babs most often is at this hour, eating a bowl of lucky charms after a workout and a shower. She's wearing yoga pants and a tanktop, a mess hairbun of firey red hair, and her usual red framed glasses. Up in Gotham monitorin' their vigilante traffic. Savages playing on the speakers at a quiet volumn. Alert beeping in her ear... technically around her neck, but with a quick shift she's got the headphones up and the bowl set aside. "What the hell..." Another scan of the trio of Fem-bats definitely shows they're not in the area... so she switches to police comm traffic to listen in on what they're reporting. Turning a little to another keyboard to launch one of the arial drones to case the area. "Less'e what we got going on here!" 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' The trio of Fem-Bats are definitely not in China Basin right now. Police chatter seems pretty chill, I mean Bats stop muggings all the time at night in Gotham after all. After loading up the would be mugger the cop types up his report letting the guy wait in the back of his car. The victim is definitely pressing charges. Described Batgirl as a girl with red hair and in a dark blue cowl with a yellow belt who came out of nowhere. She thought the alley they were near but it was all so crazy. Batgirl kicked the mugger in the head which the officer corroborated with the sneaker print to the side of the muggers face. Said that Evil Will Not Triumph in Gotham Tonight while ziptying the perpetrator, taking his wallet, and returning the ladies purse in a flash. Then said Bat Girl disappeared back down the alley vanishing into the darkness. The drone definitely arrives in a speedy fashion and has eyes on the cop car and alley. No movement in the alley though. Also not a street with good cameras. Though the ATM down the block might have caught something. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' ATM Babs sets the Array to record a transcript of the police report for her to go over more fully after she's collected all the intelligence she can. ''Sneaker print'' along with the general discription definitely rules out any Bat Fem she's aware of... Even Spoiler, before Batgirl, wore boots. Spying the ATM, Babs shifts over a little and bring up a prompt to execute an embedded code piggybacked on the city civil services to gain access to the cameras. Rolling back the footage once she's brought it up to get as good a view as possible on the altercation. Another program window pops up with a click to run the footage through a scrubber. Increase resolution, lighten shade to and try to zero in on the ''Batgirl'' enough to get a relative physical image to work with aside from 'Red Streaked hair'' 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' It is actually a pretty decent ATM camera for Third Gotham Bank and Trust. Probably due to all the robberies, muggings, and other problems in China Basin really. It is in color but it is night time and that makes it a little more rough. The Camera is pointed out, though the lens is a fish eye so it does catch the periphery of what is happening down by the alley where the mugging was attempted. Thankfully this is literally the best computer rig money can't buy. The mugging starts out relatively normal. A young lady is walking hurriedly towards her destination, keys clutched like some knockoff wolverine in her hand, purse clutched in the other. A man steps out of the alley and brandishes a gun and takes her purse. Then a young woman, probably five foot to five foot five inch range bursts out of the shadows launching a kick at the mugger. It is definitely from this distance red hair, hard to say if it is a wig or real from this footage, a batgirl blue cowl and cape, and a yellow belt. Those look like jeans and definitely sneakers though. About ten blocks away a liqueur store silent alarm goes off. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' The video is cleaned up and moved to it's on seperate file, along with a still image of the Knock-off Batgirl for later cross reference. Babs, however, is already moving the drone in the direction of the silent alarm, "Alright, time to let a little crime go down and see if our would be hero makes another appearance." Murmured to herself as she gets that drone into a good position for an arial view of the store-front. She keys remote hack program on the drone to get command of any security cameras inside the shop proper. "Let's see what we're working with..." If she can also take control of the power grid on that building, that'd be crazy helpful. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' The store and camera are on an easily compromised small business wifi through WayneNet, for all your local cable, internet, and telephone needs. A proud subsidiary of Wayne Industries. As for the power grid, what is a little highly illegal abuse of hacking power and all that. It also helps that Batman has installed small devices all over Gotham for just this occasion into the local power grids and telecom systems. Inside the store there are two guys with guns, a shotgun, and a pistol respectively. Also the chinese liqueur store owner Mr. Liu being forced to empty the cash register. 'Empty it into the bag, also the safe.. we know it isn't on a time lock so don't give us any shit old man!' says masked robber #1 with the shotgun while his pistol packing associate watches the front doors. The Knock-Off Batgirl does not come through the front, and is not caught on the drone watching the store front. Thankfully though you have indoor cameras and they catch the teenager, because if she is an adult she definitely doesn't look it at all, slip out of the employee area in the back and start creeping towards the cashier area. She is palming a bat-a-rang, though it looks like it might be a knockoff too, the kind pawn shops sell in Gotham and claim are bat-a-rangs found at crime scenes. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Babs has control of the cameras and spies the knock-off headed out of the employee section. It adjusts a little get a clear view this time, as well as a nice line-o-sight for the combat to get a better analysis of this new entities capabilities. Babs brow furrows slightly, fishing up a schematic for the liqour store to see if there are any windows to the outside alley/street for that employee section. "Okay, slips in and out of shadows like she's disappearing... comes out of closed rooms that-" Glancing at schematic, "... Are you a meta-human little Baby-Bat-Girl?" 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' There is a pretty good view of the freckled teenager, though she has a full cowl going on so it is hard to get a facial match at this point. Cowls are good for that. Well bad for matches. Good for hiding identities. The Knockoff's cowl and cape is colored right, dark blue on the outside, yellow on the inside, though it honestly looks homemade. She is wearing a grey shirt with the Batman logo on it, which can be gotten anywhere. Blue jeans. A plain yellow belt, the right color like the inside of the cape, with bat-a-rangs attached to it. Yellow gloves in the classic batgirl style, also home made from the look. Blue jeans. and black and white converse sneakers. Which really explains the sneaker print on the side of the muggers head. The drone can capture the back alley, which does have a door for loading. She may have picked the locks or maybe there is more to her and this whole situation. The door is closed for sure right now. Once around the corner she puts on a burst of speed and the bat-a-rang is thrown, not at the shotgun guy but rather at the back of Pistol Robbers head. Thunk. She is actually a pretty okay throw though the bat-a-rang is thuddy and she doesn't knock him out. He does stagger into the front shop window though. Meanwhile the target of her burst of speed was Shotgun guy .. well she kicks off the counter while he is turning to see what the commotion is and plants her knee right in his stomach going down with him onto the floor. Sort of riding him. with her knee in his solar plexus. o/~A-pounding we will go, A-stomping we will go, a knee to chest we will!o/~ and she kips back off him after singing happily. "Stay down varlet or prepare for a wicked beating!" Liu has ducked well behind the counter at this point. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Alright, so Babs gets a fairly decent view of the newest vigilante, but not enough for a facial rec... she doubted that would be the case anyways. What's important is seeing what this new entity was capable of and... she's not unimpressed. It is not at all like her to let a crime go down a little if she knows there's people in the area that can stop it. Pour Liu was just sort of bait. It is his lot, here in Gotham, unfortunately. All of it is recorded and filed away so that Batman can likewise get a copy to look over at his leisure. "Well hell... someone has some fancy moves." Two criminals down in as many seconds? With no clear path entry into the building... that required speed. The silent alarm had just gone off not long before! 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' It wasn't too good though, but it was better than a teenager should be able to do in a home made costume. I mean the guy at the window isn't knocked out at all. Also the guy with the shotgun may have had his breath knocked out but he still has his gun. The girl doesn't have proper appreciation of firearms really from the looks of it yet. She is turning her head to scope out the guy with the pistol, which will later on camera reveal a wire definitely running down to her pocket. Looks like a phone headphone, maybe she is listening to the police scanner and picked up the silent alarm call to dispatch. Which is still faster response than any of the few patrol cars out right now in China Basin. Of course this is about when the guy with the shotgun gasps and points it in her direction and pulls the trigger. She doesn't dodge completely, but she does manage to lean to the side as her cape is shredded. Definitely some blood from the girl, probably just a few grazed shot because she isn't hamburger. "Yikes!" she plants a heavy kick right into the side of his head while grabbing the gun barrel with one hand and tossing it towards the back of the store. More bootprints. "I sunk your battleship!" On the brightside the slightly bleeding teenager realizes guns really are dangerous and charges the guy with the pistol as he turns around to try to bring the gun in to bear. She does a somewhat clumsy slide into first base knocking his legs out from under him and causing him land next to her on the floor. The gun goes flying which is lucky. "Dark dark vengeance!" 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' "Alright, so she needs some refinement, but that's do-able." Babs doesn't like untrained elements on the field, but she isn't Batman and doesn't have quite the leverage as Oracle to make such a demand.. Even if she were able to send the demand, which she isn't. The Drone continues to circle, trying to keep an eye on multiple exists at once, it offers plenty of gaps in coever. Much to her chagrin. "Needs more work with firearms safety." Musing quietly, leaning back in her chair tugging at her bottom lip to watch Misfit work. "Alright, she's not half bad... some training, proper equipment..." Babs nods slowly, then shifting the camera to make sure Liu wasn't injuried. "Police will be in soon..." The drone moves a little closer to the first floor to gaze in through one of the large windows. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' The guy with the pistol gets his hands on her and she scrambles back from him, planting a couple of solid kicks right to his face now until he stops grabbing for her legs. She leaves blood on the floor of the store as she wiggles away and then carefully gets back to her feet. "Woot!" another kick to each of them to make sure they are down for the count and then she pulls out some hardware store zipties and starts to cinch them up. "You should totes call the cops and let them know Batgirl saved you!" she sounds so enthusiastic there as she snags the robbers wallets. Just the cash really tucked into her jeans pocket. What does she think this is, Robin Hood or something. She quickly ducks out the front and stops looking up at the drone. "Huh." head tilting a little bit to one side. A bit like a dog who saw something unexpected. "Make sure to get my good side!" maybe she thinks it is Batman. Maybe she thinks it is a news drone or some kids. I mean it looks mil-tech but maybe she has no idea. She looks maybe fifteen or sixteen with the drones better cameras. She is also definitely bleeding, might have a couple of shot in her side still. Despite all that though she shoots a finger gun at the drone all chipper and smiles and then takes off running for the alleyway down the block at a good clip. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Babs watches from a pair of cameras now, getting multiple angles from which to rewatch Misfit at work later. Her brow furrows slightly as the last goon is dispatched and the young vigilante makes her way outside only to look directly at the black an bright yellow (like Batgirl really) colored drone. It hovers with its camera pointed directly at her, then does a single revolution as if getting a full body view.. After the finger guns, it moves as if it will give chance, but pulls up only to the opening of the alleyway. Babs has a feeling it wont be the last time they see this young girl, so there's no reason to try and pop her with a tracker yet, but she wants to see how/if she's hiding a vehicle. 

:'''{{#var:8868|Misfit (8868)}} has posed:''' There was an added laugh when the drone circled. The teen doesn't seem to mind being chased by the drone and doesn't look back to see if it stops pursuing or not. She runs down the alley and then ducks to the left behind a stack of pallets. She doesn't emerge either, just a wisp of pinkish/purple smoke near the base of the pallets. Ninja smoke bomb? 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Babs sits back in her seat, watching the chase until Misfit ducks behind the pallet.. when nobody emerges, the drone moves forward only to find her gone with just those wisps of smoke. It wasn't /exactly/ what she thought, but it was pretty close. "Alright, so definitely a metahuman.. Possibley technology.. Not a ninja with those moves, but.." Babs shakes her head and pulls the drone back, circling higher to replace it in the housing unit where it charges behind some airconditioning at the side of a tenanment. Plenty of new footage to go over and a report to file for Batman. "One more mask in the belfry... awesome." 
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8792/Aren't Schools Gun Free Zones

2019-08-14T06:51:35Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie is up to no good in the Garage. Mostly because that is where the tool and work benches are for working on machinery. Well the normal ones. She doesn't have super access to Hank's lab or anywhere else like that in the lower levels yet. Of course if she was really thinking she would have taken her newly scavenged toy to Titan's tower instead of the Garage at the mansion, but it might have been quite hard to explain on the Ferry or Train she usually has to take to get down there. She really should have taken advantage of that fixer up motorcycle business Kitty and others arranged as a summer project. I mean yes there is a bike she could fix up but she hasn't gotten around to it and all. So that leaves our heroine carefully opening up something that looks like a space age energy weapon in the Garage, alone for the moment at least. 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Noriko tip toes... through the window... by the window... that's where she'll be.. she tip-toes through the tulips, towards E. Ducking behind Rogue's super sports car, coming up so just her shock blue hair is visible and squinting eyes are visible... a rather terrible effegy of a ninja roll towards some tools that was probably entirely too loud to be effectively stealthy and she's her back up against one of the rolling tool boxes. Both knees walking it backwards with a hand on either side, using the reflection of Rogue's super shiny super car to keep tabs on Negasonic doing whatever the hell it is Negasonic's doing. HARDLY MATTERS to Surge. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie is just messing with an Atlantean Plasma Rifle and trying to figure out if it has to be recharged somehow or if it is self contained. Mostly she doesn't want to shoot it like twice and then have a very unusual shelf display. What could go wrong by startling her as she is carefully removing an access panel in the housing and moving it off to the side like that. It isn't like there are anti-tamper devices built into this futuristic piece of Atlantean engineering and jerking something wrong might set it to overload or something. Right. Right? About the time the toolchest squeaks as it moves across the floor she pauses and turns around confused giving the panel a bit of a jerk against a filament wire attached to it. Which is about when the power manifold in the rifle starts to hummmm behind her "Fuck.." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Noriko has no idea what Ellie is doing, but it is a safe bet she'd throw caution to the wind anyways. That's sort of her bag, isn't it? Disregarding all the safety measures for the sake of doing whatever boneheaded thing she was going to have in her head to do anyways? SQUEEK... ''Dammit, no way she didn't hear that''... A blue head pops out around the side to find Nega, at least for a second right?, looking at her... then glances up at the sound of something humming on the table. "What the fuck is that?" This is an important, very important, way more important than startling Negasonic, kind of question. She pops up and rushes over to look at whatever's on the table, hip bumping the other teenager in the process with her brow furrowed down between her eyes. "I think this is about to explode." Real matter of fact.. totally not alarmed enough. "Do they give you detention for exploding the school?" Glancing to Ellie as if she's absolutely, without a doubt, certain the other knows the answer to this question. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie is definitely started and yes eye contact is made. also really fair assumption about the throwing caution to the wind. Definitely a disregard of all sorts of safety measures for the idea she got into her head. I mean this may be worse than the time she rigged a drone with a painful gun. Definitely worse. Ellie pivots when Noriko comes up and stares at the humming plasma rifle, only a little disassembled since this was at the removing the access panel stage. "I am pretty sure this is going to explode." she concurs with some concern. "Also yes. We will definitely get detention for this if it explodes...." she peers at the wire attached to the panel. "Trapped.. figures... I wonder if just putting the panel back on would work... maybe disconnecting the power source." mmm "also could throw it in the pool." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Total disregard for all things remotely related to safety, that's Noriko Ashida all the way. Staring down upon the crazy futuristic looking weapon with wide eyes and a little frown, she cannot help wondering if today is the day that turns around to bite her on the ass. "What even is this?" She muses as if that's any kind of important given the nature of their situation right now. She should be thinking up solutions! Ellie is thinking up solutions. Nori is just a little sluggish right now... either her charge level is low or, more likely, she's been in the pot.. Both fingers slide back into her hair and one gauntleted hand sets down upon the energy weapon with her palm flat against the butt of the rifle... At which point she begins to drain the energy out of the power source directly into herself. Provided it doesn't fry her brain with some crazy futuristic, lowkey magical, probably not safe for mutant consumption ampage. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' In whose pot. Who has a stash of pot. What the heck. Who is holding out the pot. Maybe it is Noriko's pot. All things Ellie would ask if she knew there was pot or edibles around. "This is an Atlantean Plasma rifle that I took home from some of the mercenaries that tried to kill a bunch of us in Salem Center the other day when we were getting Ice Cream... they were trying to kill Rogue with them." She watches unsure how this is going to work when Noriko puts her hands on the device and starts to drain it's energy from the power source. I mean it is a pretty standard energy battery hooked up to the device to produce plasma bolts. Just a simple (cough) futuristic batter made from Atlantean technology that can juice a gun to shoot plasma energy. In other words yes the trick works but wow it gives Noriko one hell of a surge. "Okay.. I think it might not blow up.. it isn't humming anymore." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Blue energy crackles up and down her gauntlet, along her arm up to the shoulder, and then along the back of her neck to make her hair stand on end. Eyes alight with it, fists clinched in it, she looks like she's amp'd up and ready for bear. "Holy /fuck/ dude..." Her voice even sounds electric.. hollow like some synthetic reproduction of a voice. Even once she's got a handle on it, her brain is moving several hundred miles a minute. Gone are all indications of her otherwise pot induced listlessness, replaced with some kind of super charge. Practically vibrating. Energy everywhere, drumming her fingers, glancing around quickly, looking like a proper crack head after a fix. "Yeah man, I htink we're GOOD! Holy /fuck/ I want three of these!" Indicating the plasma rifle by picking it up and swinging it around like she'd seen people do in movies.. Are the X-Students trained in the use of technologically advanced blaster weapons? Probably not right? 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie turns to watch Noriko supercharge herself up like that. "Okay you look a bit like you are going super saiyan from an anime." she pauses "I hope that didn't sound racist I meant it in an awesome sort of way." she notes seriously, mostly because well Noriko could probably wallup the hell out of her with that charge and also she didn't mean it in a bad way right. "I only have this one... though I guess it is safe to keep taking apart now and work on getting the booby traps out. I mean that and figure out how to recharge it now that .. well the charge is all in you now." There is a smirk. "How long can you hold that in you?" curious really. Also no there isn't a class on blaster weapons, which is why this was covert and extracurricular. 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Noriko is pretty hard to offend, at least by the handful of people that manage to get along with her. "Holy shit, I do..." Glancing around for something reflective to look at herself, crackling with energy, fists going down by her sides, hair standing up on end, and... yeah totally Goku'n tf out. "I wonder if I can hold this pose for like six weeks worth of episodes and then.. BOOOM FUCK YOU SCOTT'S MOTORCYCLE..." She'd never do that. It's just right there and would be a really good target. Bouncing around as if she's so very jazzed, Nori breaths rapidly and watches Nega with the gun once she's laid it back down upon the table. "Oh ... probably not long. I'll have to blow off some of this charge eventually or I'll go fucking crazy or... accidentally blow some god damned body up.. or something. Like Scott's motorcycle." Fidgeting, tugging at her top, twitching her neck as the energy courses through her. "Lemme see that thing... I might can recharge it if I let off a small charge at a time..." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Waaait." she picks it up, studies it then carefully restores the access hatch after reseating the wire filament she had loosened. She is working fast but pretty good under pressure there. "Want to make sure it doesn't just self destruct when you try to charge it back up a bit." There was a flicker of darkness in her eyes at the mention of losing control and blowing people up. It was very brief and then she was on to working on the plasma rifle. "I mean in my experience BOOM Scott's motorcycle seems totally valid as far as life choices. Then again I spend most of my life in detention and more often than not Scott sends me there.. sooo I may have some sort of skewed take on reality by now." Little fittings, then snap back in place. "Man you look like you are doing an eight ball of meth and coke at the same time." At which point she holds the gun around where she believes it is charged up. 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Noriko continues bouncing, foot to foot, like a boxer before a fight. Arms down at her sides wiggling, just too much energy in her. "Dude, if this works, we should go smoke a bowl." Which makes her think of food, "Oh shit, I want some lucky charms..." Which makes her think of Atlantic City, "OH MY GOD, I bet I could predict the place the roulette will hit!" Which makes her think of fighting, so she knuckles Negasonic in the shoulder. It's playful, but she did it. "Man, he caught me with a cigarette out by the lake and I thought he was going to shit several fully built brick houses.. Bro, dude guy, I'm 18, I can smoke... but no, no we're a smoke free campus, he said.. Wait, no that wasn't Scott, who was that?" Her mouth twitches, head cranking from side to side, "OH SHIT, did I mention I have a bowl?" This is why she shouldn't be allowed to overcharge herself. Thankfully Ellie is there with the weapon held out for her to take in fidgeting, certainly not dangerously unstable, hands. "If this blows up, definitely delete my browser history, okay? Promise.. and I'll delete yours." Energy begins bleeding off, right into the spot Ellie seems to believe the power goes. Blue energy crackling up her back, and out of her hair, down into the weapon at a slow, but steady pace to keep from causing a meltdown or... explosion... or whatever the fuck happens when you do something like that. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie starts a bit when she is knuckled while trying to lock the gun back together and undo the whole wire filament boobytrap business. Other than that though she half listens to the rambly stream of consciousness that is Noriko basically high on Atlantean life, not high on pot. "I am pretty sure we are also a drug free campus, which is why I stick to edibles that won't smell up the place. Also pretty sure we are a gun free campus... which makes this whole maybe disaster of blowing up his bike with a plasma rifle awkward AF..." She holds the gun very still and watches it closely, trying to listen for the humm rattle of the impending self destruct. "I think ..." She doesn't jinx it though she shuts her damn mouth and holds the gun still while it continues charging without blowing up. 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' "But not a sex free campus." Noriko points out, "You see how many people are dating and/or just bumping uglies?" As if it's at all safe to be having this conversation while bleeding off Atlantean energy into a plasma rifle. A weapon neither of them is educated on. Nori skipped the whole computer science course, even. She's not fit to program a VCR... and not just because nobody uses VCRs. Well maybe hipsters? "Damn, this feels like LIFE..." The last of that crazy high level energy finally put safely back in the weapon. She doesn't look drained, just.. back to a normal energy level. Which varies on the same coin as her intoxication level... which at present is reset. Much to her disappointment. A metal gauntlet clanks against the work bench, hair now laying flat despite the rediculous amounts of hair gel she puts in it to keep it all spikey, "And this feels like death... I hate this part...." Long, exasperated sigh. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "I think that dork of a science teacher is dating Kitty right now, which is lame. I mean her last boyfriend was one of the heirs to Wayne Industries in Gotham for fucks sake. Peter couldn't even find two pennies in the couch cushions from what I observe.. I mean unless he is one of those secret rich people who don't spend money on stylish clothes or looking good...." Ellie didn't skip the computer courses, and she has been messing around a lot with electrical engineering as a hobby this year, well as electives so far this year. She is thinking about doing that for college courses next year maybe if she sticks around. Though where would she go, she blew up her family (both of them). When Noriko lets go of the gun she looks it over and listens for a whine of impending doom. "Okay I think we are safe..." she lets out a very slow breath there. "And no detention!" she holds out a fist for the dapping. "Wait... why death.. did you put too much into it?" she squints "Should we have you stick a paperclip in the power outlet?" she gestures with the non-dapping hand to a power outlet. 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' "Huh, really?" Nori blinks at this revelation, "Kitty and Dork McAdams are dating now too?" Nori cannot actually say this persons name and finds it inappropriate that she must avoid it! She thinks perhaps Negasonic should feel guilty for putting her in this position! "Well, I did see him without his shirt on once.. so I /guess/ I can see what she might see in him if you're into that sorta thing?" She shrugs, it's a listless motion of her shoulders, not necessarily looking tired or worn out so much as.... not as energized. Which takes its own kind of toll on her too. Living on high street for even a few minutes makes the real world seem low and boring. That's how addiction works, right? It is not. But it sounds good. It is also ironic that the girl who drains electricity does not know more ABOUT electricity. The hits keep on coming. Thankfully her good pal Ellie does. "Maybe..." Glancing around for an outlet.. wiggling her fingers a little, this idea clearly appealing to her on a visceral level. "Then we go find Shannon and/or one of Shannon's cakes? I fucking HUNGRY dude." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' There is no guilt. Guilt would require having a conscious. I mean she is only guilty when she is asleep having wicked nightmares about people she has blown up. That doesn't leave much for other times. "that does sound like a pretty good plan." she picks up a paperclip from a container on the workbench, quickly bends it into two prongs and offers it to Noriko. "Fluttershy does seem to make excellent baked goods.... I mean I wish she would make some edibles but no she seems way way too straight laced." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Surge goes over to the socket and lays her gauntlet palm against it to draw out just enough energy to give her a little amp and looks relieved for it when she bounces back over to hop up on the edge of the work bench. "So, Salem Center, plasma rifles, hitmen after Rogue... That sounds fun.. Why no text?" Head cant, meta jokes. Once again there's mention of Fluttershy, "Dude, she made this peanutbutter chocolate.. thing.. I don't know what it was, but it was fucking dope... and now I want one." Fishing around in her pocket until she comes out with a bag of gummy bears, one of which she tosses in her mouth before holding the bag out and open to Ellie. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Well mostly because we were being shot at with plasma weapons, sniper rifles, and Rogue got hit with a lot of claymores. The damage to her clothes was impressive. I admit I looked." she whistles softly. "Still it was a little hectic and I figured tweeting about it would maybe incriminate myself since I exploded a car onto a guy and crushed his legs... even if he deserved it." The paperclip is tossed and the gummi bear accepted and popped into her mouth, chews, swallowed and then she continues. "Well we should go find her and shake baked goods out of her then. I think if you spin her around fast enough cupcakes just pop out of her." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' "I'll give you a pass, I guess." The baggy is crumped up and slipped back in her pocket after she tosses another bear in her mouth. With a hop, she's off the edge of the table and moving with a little spring in her step, "I wouldn't have mind shocking the shit out of someone though. En gee el, I've had some pent up aggression that needed working out for weeks." Gummi bears help. Completely legal gummi bears. That she did not order from California. "Aight, let's go find her. If she's got baked goods, she should fork them over... and if not... she should get to work. Isn't anybody to heal right now, she has /one/ job." Holding up a metal clad finger, ''one''. Not really, just.. kind of really. "How fast do you have to spin her? I mean metaphorically speaking.. if you were trying to produced baked goods, I mean. Like twenty, thirty revolutions a minute? More...? Don't want to over do it." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie bends down to snag a duffle bag and shoves the plasma rifle in it, then slings it over her shoulders in a sling carry sort of position before looking at Noriko with amusement. "I didn't even realize she had a power besides baked goods. Are you telling me she can heal and is muscling in on Joshboys turf... I wonder if healers get territorial and shit." she knows she thinks cannonball's is a hack knockoff of her powerset after all. "I think about thirty a minute does it.. I mean that or .. that may have been the whole coughing up cookies stage not having cupcaked fly out of her wings... which is definitely not what I want to see Fluttershy do." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' "I figured, anyways?" Noriko shrugs helplessly, "I mean... nightingale? As in Flourence Nightingale... She'll always be Fluttershy, but still." The asian glances at the duffle bag and licks her lips, still kind of hungry for that amped up energy, even if she knows that nothing good can possibly come of having that much power in her body. "Alright, we're going to figure for thirty five just to be on the safe side. I want brownies right now... and snickerdoodles... and a fucking big ass cookie." Because she just ate two gummi bears. It's preparing for the next stage of her evolution. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Is that why she wants to call herself Nightingale..." honestly Ellie seems absolutely stunned at the realization. She had no god damned idea, she thought it was a songbird thing which didn't really make a whole lot of sense. "Definitely still Fluttershy." she notes, not that she has ever watched My Little Pony, Friendship is Magic. Sketchy look. "Okay lets swing through the house and see if she is in her usual lair of the Kitchen... I mean she might be out after all and then we have to just raid the fridge I suppose." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' "I /guess/? I don't know, man, I'm pulling most of this out of my ass, if I'm being honest." Noriko shrugs, both hands turned upwards as they start towards the exit back into the mansion, "Oh... dammit, when does school start back?" Just that little bit of extra juice already has her brain bouncing off randomly... a kid in the midst of the worst case of ADHD. It is entirely possible, sketchy look, that Nori has seen My Little Pony, Friendship is Magic. It is almost certain. "Hell yeah.. I know for a fact there's lucky charms and I could mess some lucky charms up right now.. Want to snag some of Logan's beer and hit the boathouse later?" Why not, ya only live once? Or twice in Josh's case. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' I mean shit in Josh's case it may be nine lives. It hasn't been fully tested yet after all. "I may need to ask her sometime." Ellie is actually curious if that was the lame ass logic involved. "School starts like .. after labor day I believe.. I'd need to check the intranet for it to be sure. I mean.. we live here year round technically we are still in school Nori." On any regard she leads to the kitchen. "No Shannon... lucky charms it is.. and no I do not think we should snag his beer and go hit Gambit's boathouse... I mean gummi bears good.. oh hey I think I can con Rogue into taking me to Ireland for my birthday so we can pub crawl. Want to come?" yeah she is turning 18 in a month and change. 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Nori bobs her head slightly in agreement... "I... well yeah, I guess that's true." She's been high most of the day, give her a break? Which is a change from any other day by exactly nothing. "Does Gambit still live in the boathouse? That's.." She shakes her head and goes for the cabinet to grab the cereal and a bowl, a big bowl, because she's got a big appetite. "Uhhh yeah?" To the question of a pub crawl, pouring another bowl, "Do you realize how pissed off I'd be if you went /without/ me? To a /pub crawl/... In /Ireland/?" Scoffing at the idea she might would let herself be left out of that. Scooting a bowl of cereal across the counter, then wrapping around to pop up on a stool beside Ellie. Content to enjoy those charms too. She is going to be /really/ stoned shortly. 
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8717/And Along Came a .. Puppy

2019-08-10T07:37:57Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Relatively late Friday evening in Brooklyn. Most people would either be finishing up dinner in their homes or out doing something interesting like clubbing at this point at the official start of weekend-a-pa-lozza. Not the Mary Janes. They Actually got an honest to god gig booked and coming up relatively soon. Sure it is just a bar gig but oh god the pressure. Which is why they spent the evening practicing in their pretty much abandoned (and cheap to rent for some evenings) warehouse in Brooklyn. So much practice even Gwen is feeling a bit tired despite her secret and unusual constitution. Betty Brant and Glory Grant the bands guitarist and keyboardist respectively have already left with their gear. Leaving just MJ and Gwen behind with a pizza from Angelo's and some sodas. Gwen still sitting by her drumset. "So I tried to call around some lawyers to see if anyone was willing to give advice about setting up complicated merchandizing businesses ... and I realized I do not know any lawyers and calling the ones who put ads up on Google is a sure way to have them ask if you have any worker's comp claims to make or were ever exposed to pesticides and want to sue..." mm pizza, nom. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "They fumigated my building last month," says Mary Jane, lifting a piece of pizza from the box and wiggling it around a little to break a particularly tenacious strand of cheese, "Does that count?" She takes a mouthful of pizza and munches it thoughtfully, looking around the warehouse as though the idea she wants is going to spring out of it. "Something tells me we're probably going to need money to actually do anything. Lucky we've got this high paying gig lined up, huh?" Maybe she's being a little sarcastic, but she nevertheless beams wide at Gwen. For all the struggling artists stuff, she clearly enjoys the band. 

:'''{{#var:8130|Pippi (8130)}} has posed:'''     Mm pizza.     Not an unusual smell in Pippi's life, as she passes by outside the warehouse, on her way from a sewer grate to a handy fire escape The smells of the city were usual. Pizza. Cheap Chinese take-out. Garbage. Ghost-Spider.     .... Ghost-Spider?     A nose beneath a hood gives a wiggle, and the ninja-in-training shifts her route, hopping up a roof access ladder in order to poke her nose through one of those big industrial windows, cracked open for ventilation.     That was most certainly pizza.     ... and the heroine. Along with someone else. Suspicious! 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' The blond (with pink dip dye) heroine in question is wearing her favorite green hooded jacket, a plain white t-shirt that is a bit sweaty, a purple skirt, and black leggings. Her drumsticks are on her drum and her hands are full of pizza. "Pretty sure that doesn't count." the part about MJ's place being fumigated. "I am pretty sure our gig is for exposure last I heard.. well exposure and like a hundred bucks to split four ways... thank goodness we all have day jobs which pay decently." a laugh "But really.. that probably won't be enough to get seed money to setup this business idea without an actual client base to leverage first.. chicken and the egg... super heros and all..." yeah lots of irony here. Then her Gwen Tingle tingles.. and she pauses and sets down her pizza carefully looking around. "MJ." okay how do you handle this. "I think .. there is danger. Did you uh..bring that can of mace you always seem to carry?" she doesn't know the actual danger is Pippi and MJ meeting and worlds collide. It sounds ominous though, maybe Gwen needs help. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "You think there is danger?" MJ repeats, her brow furrowing with an incredulous look at Gwen, "We're in New York at night time. Of course there's danger." But when she sees the look on Gwen's face, her own expression darkens and the notion of joking it off seems less promising. She takes a quick glance around the warehouse, spotting nothing, before she obediently moves over to her bag and begins to rummage through it. A moment later the small, black cylinder with the neon orange cap is in her hand and being nursed against her stomach carefully. "Should I call the police or what?" she whispers. 

:'''{{#var:8130|Pippi (8130)}} has posed:'''     Ears prick up at the mention of danger. Giving a glance around, the red-and-white mutant purses her lips, nose twitching. If there was danger, she'd have to -stealthily- lend a hand. Otherwise? She might never hear the end of it!     The mutant eases her way into the warehouse, drawing herself down to the ground, and she begins to slink behind objects in the place. The window above gives a squeak of a swing, adding to distraction as the mutant canine gets closer.     Nevermind that she's tip-toeing, with the occasional tap of a dull claw against the floor, eyes watching the girls from behind boxes and storage lockers. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Oh god, whatever is the danger to Gwen's still largely untrained in the Spider Senses Department has suddenly just got much much worse. "Uh. No. I don't think so." about the police. Her eyes flick around the warehouse now as she tenses up getting to her feet. A hand sliding into her pocket of her jacket, feeling the webslinger flip itself around and attach. Okay it seems to be over there behind those boxes whatever it is. Gwen takes a deep breath. "I think I heard something over there!" pointing the opposite direction from the box for MJ, waiting until her friend turns, then stepping and kicking the box Pippi is behind to the side with enough force to slide it out of the way and pulling her hand out of her pocket but keeping her body between her webslinger and MJ. God knows she will blame a passing spiderman if she has to. Of course the dangersense gets worse when she does this. Wait. Is that a snoot in the hooded figures hood. Squint. Ruhroh. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "I didn't - ?" Mary Jane rises to her feet, taking a few steps in the direction Gwen pointed and squinting her eyes through the darkness. She holds the can of mace up before her, muttering quietly to herself: "Please don't let me spray a homeless guy in the eyes with mace. Please don't let me spray a homeless guy in the eyes with mace. Please don't - " The sound of the box being kicked prompts her to spin suddenly, although she's half-obstructed behind a small pile of crates and doesn't quite see what's going on. So she calls out, her tone wary. "Gwen?" 

:'''{{#var:8130|Pippi (8130)}} has posed:'''     Over there?! Pippi didn't hear anything except her own claw scrape against the floor!     It's at that point that Pippi realizes she shouldn't be getting into shenanigans without a supervisor present. Alopex was going to have her hide.     Pippi's muzzle might be seen in profile by Gwen as she turns to flee. Unfortunately the box that Gwen had hit gets in the way, and the not-quite-graceful canine trips.     There's a soft 'owowow!' sound as she hops to one foot, then knocks against the wall, rebounding, over-correcting, and hitting the pile of boxes with a shoulder as a bark of surprise escape her smaller form, and the figure of a five-foot-nothing in a thin hoodie gets buried beneath a pile of boxes!     "ACK I'M SORRY!" comes the muffled, teen-girl voice from under the boxes. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen just stands there completely unsure what to do as her Spider-Sense blares about this threat that is and isn't a threat. Since when are existential theoritical threats threats you dumb tingles. It throws her off enough that a "Pippi!?" pops out of her mouth without even meaning to say that. Which royally borks any run MJ.. Run... plans of getting MJ out of the building. Also the Ack I'm sorry teen girl probably doesn't help either. Crap. Think Gwen Think. Damnit the smoke bomb Donnie gave her is at the lab. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' Unfortunately, no boxes fall and no other distractions eventuate to draw Mary Jane's attention away. A moment later she emerges from behind those boxes, brow furrowed as she approaches Gwen with the mace can still raised. The 'Ack' and Gwen's cry of recognition prompts her to drop it, though, and she takes a few more steps to pause at Gwen's side. "So you're not sensing danger anymore?" MJ asks, looking from Gwen to strange thing on her wrist and then the hooded figure in the pile of boxes. Her caregiver side gets the better of her, though, and she hurries over to try and help Pippi out from underneath them. "I hope you're not going to try and murder us. It'd make me regret ... helping ... you ... " As she starts to move boxes away, she gets a good enough look at her and her sentence slowly trails off. She isn't exactly screaming in terror - New York has Mutant Town, after all - but this isn't exactly what she had expected. 

:'''{{#var:8130|Pippi (8130)}} has posed:'''     She's buried under boxes. She scrapes a moment looking for a drain pipe big enough to crawl into, or even just get in one of those boxes and hide -- but Gwen says her name. And the new girl is digging her out.     And what MJ would find is a very canine face peering up back at her, amber eyes wide with mixed fear and apprehension, fur-covered backs-of-hands with fingers ending in dull claws, and one ear sticking out of a disheveled hood pinning back in fear.     Pippi glances over to Gwen, then back to Mary Jane, and then gives an apprehensive:     "Ah.... woof?" and grimmaces.     Oh yeah. Goose? Cooked. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' The non webspinnered hand facepalms across Gwen's face. The other hand disappears into her coat pocket after she determines there are simply too many lights up on the ceiling to web shot them all out without MJ looking and seeing what she is doing. Well. On the bright side the danger is passed and her Gwen Tingles are over. Crud. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "Hi," MJ says down to Pippi, watching her in stunned silence for a moment before offering a hand to help her to her feet, "You're not, uh, dangerous are you?" She slowly turns her head back to look at Gwen, taking in the unusual nature of the whole situation. The wheels turn in her head, her mouth slightly open and her eyes narrowed curiously. She seems to try to say several things, but each abortive attempt just comes out like a 'huh' before she finally forms the words. "Gwen ... what's going on?" 

:'''{{#var:8130|Pippi (8130)}} has posed:'''     "Prrrooobably." Pippi admits her ears drawing back again before she reaches up and pulls her hood back over, skittering backwards, pedalling iwth her feet and then drawing to a crouch, rolling herself up slightly to look as small and unintimidating as possible. Good dog. Don't make the human types scream.     Although if they did it would make escape easier. THe redhead screams, runs, and Pippi makes her escape, would have been a good plan. Except the redhead turns to Ghost Spider, and Pippi makes a pained expression as her shoulders rise up, unsure what explaination to give. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' That is a very good question. Gwen just peers at MJ for a very long moment through her own fingers and then gestures at Pippi. "This is my mutant friend Pippi." pause "Pippi this is my best friend and band leader Mary Jane, though we call her MJ." No she is steadfastly not explaining the device she hid in her pocket or anything more yet. New York has lots of mutants right. "We hang out around here sometimes she must have ... uh heard us." or smelled us, how good is Pippi's nose anyhow. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "Oh, well ... cool!" Mary Jane has seen mutants before. Some people are terrified of them, but that's not really the redhead's thing. They're just people, after all. She holds out a hand to Pippi with a smile, whatever apprehension she might have had washing away entirely. If she even registered the web-slinging device, she doesn't mention it. "Nice to meet you, Pippi. Want some pizza?" 

:'''{{#var:8130|Pippi (8130)}} has posed:'''     PIppi doesn't shake hands. She wasn't sure about a lot of things, but Gwen tells the truth. She is a Mutant, she is a friend, and she sort of shyly gives a wave to MJ as she's introduced.     "Hello!" she states, her ears drawing forward in a friendly fashion. "Nice to meet you, MJ. Any friend of G's is a friend of mine." she states. Her voice is a bit rough, ight have been from the bark.     "What kinda pizza? It doesn't have chocolate sprinkles on it, does it?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' There is a relief as tension fades more from Gwen when Pippi goes with G instead of Ghost Spider. "Who on earth would ever put chocolate sprinkles on Pizza Pippi?" boggled for a moment and then stepping back to the box they setup the post practice feast on. "Peperoni?" she asks looking back to Pippi questioningly now. Okay this seems to be going okay. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' Mary Jane makes a face at the idea of chocolate sprinkle pizza, turning to go back to where their things have been stashed and retrieving the pizza box. She sets herself down, putting it in her lap and opening it up to reveal the pizza within. She's smiling, things seem to indeed be going okay. But she glances sidelong at Gwen for a moment, eyes darting down to the wrist that wore the device a moment ago and then raising her eyebrows expectantly. Crap. She noticed. 

:'''{{#var:8130|Pippi (8130)}} has posed:'''     "You never know! People eat weird things, like buffalo wings!" Pippi protests gently as she sees stress leave Ghost Spider, and she gives a shrug, rubbing the back of her head as she hops up, then joins the group at the pizza. She sits comfortably on the floor, her legs splut-ting out to form a W shape.     "Then again, I like buffalo wings, and pierogies, but not chocolate. 'S bad for my stomach." Pippi explains as she accepts -- very carefully! -- a piece of pizza. In better light now, Gwen would notice there's a scar accross Pippi's muzzle. It's recent.     Pippi's nose wiggles, her ears flicking this way and that as she picks up other noises around the warehouse, and she begins cheerily chatting away:     "Mind you I think it's the same reason grape jelly makes my stomach all gross but I'm still learning what I can and can't eat because it used to just be what I was given or what I could scrounge but because of all the changes I mean things are getting weirder all the time and you just wouldn't beleive the things going on if you didn't see it for your own eyes, like just last week I accidentallied my way to Bludhaven I think and it was kinda weird trying to find a ride home when you don't even own a wallet let alone anything to put in it and it's like 'oh no Pippi you can't take that train that one goes to Gotham' and then you're trying for another but it's a *bullet train to Chicago* and that just won't do--" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen leans and grabs the sodas and sets them down on the floor, a six pack of cokes, and then fetches her open one and her drum chair to settle on while Pippi just rambles along. "I am pretty sure we need to get you a list of all the foods that are bad for dogs.. I think grapes are actually on that list... and a metro card .. or maybe cash for your wallet.. also a wallet Pippi." When she notices Gwen looking at her wrist and hand and raising eyebrows she coughs and notes "Experimental personal protection weapon for the labs at work?" maybe that will work. "NY is dangerous?" 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "Right," MJ says to Gwen, eyebrows still raised before she turns her attention back to Pippi. "You don't even have a wallet? Yeah, Gwen is right. Mutants - is it okay to say mutant? Anyway, mutants get carded enough as it is. You don't want some gung ho anti-mutant nutcase cop attacking you because you didn't have identification." She frowns. It's a sad state the city is in lately, and it's as though she's only just now realising this. 

:'''{{#var:8130|Pippi (8130)}} has posed:'''     "I don't need a wallet. That's hummmmingly a bad idea." Pippi states, her ears flicking back in embarrassment. "'Sides. What do I need cash for? People throw away all sorts of good stuff, like this hoodie, and half a burrito earlier today!" Pippi states, and she realizes her slip a moment, and rubs the back of her head.     "I don't know why it'd be bad. I mean, I'm a mutant. That's what I am. I was made this way." She states vaguely, and then she blinks at the idea of a cop attacking her, and she rubs the back of her head.     "I'm not supposed to be out without one of my friends with me, I think, for that reason. I... could get away. If I had to. As long as it wasn't some mutant ninja cop that shoots tracking lasers from his eyes!" she exclaims, "... but a gun would probably work as good. But!" she holds a hand up, giving a nom on the pizza.     "I have identification." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Now is when Gwen feels like a horrible best friend who supposedly doesn't keep secrets from her BFF. Christ being a hero is hard work. She looks up and around and then slinks her hand into her coat pocket and feels the slinger attach itself again. Fishing her hand out she turns and shows it to MJ. "I am pretty sure there is no such thing as a mutant ninja cop who shoots tracking lasers out of his eyes Pippi..." her tone is amused though. "Also you should probably have some money just in case, you can take it from muggers." She flicks her wrist and there is a THWIP noise and a webshot fires out and blows a box away that was sitting on another box. She did have it cranked for small and thuddy instead of giant web or line. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "Gwen's right," MJ says to Pippi with a nod, "I don't think there are any mutant laser-eye ninja cops. But then ... " She looks down at the web-slinger on Gwen's wrist, reaching up a hand to touch it lightly and watch it curiously. Experimental weapon? Certainly looks experimental. Like nothing she's ever seen before and - *THWIP* She startles a bit as the web is shot, leaning back and away from the device and turning her attention fully to Gwen with a slowly dawning look of realisation on her face: " ... no ''way''!" 

:'''{{#var:8130|Pippi (8130)}} has posed:'''     Pippi pauses, and looks back and forth between MJ and Gwen as she noms her pizza. She leans back as the weapon fires off its thuddy webshot (and is thankful she isn't in its way), and she looks at MJ, and then at Gwen, and wisely continues to eat another slice. Omnomnom. Nothing unusal here. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen tucks her hand into her pocket and it comes out without the slinger. "What. It is an experimental personal protection weapon I made in the lab at work?" she sips her coke trying to play this very cool now. She isn't quite sure what MJ is thinking or which way she went with the psuedo-confession there. It isn't like this hasn't been eating at Gwen for Months and Months. I mean she is always standing MJ up, being late for practice, getting hurt by Stiltman and then lying about running into a street light pole while not paying attention. It has been a steady drumbeat of exhaustion and lousy excuses for months since the Spider bite. Be cool Gwen. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' To her credit, MJ isn't really sure ''how'' exactly Pippi and Gwen know each other. She doesn't want to give the game away if they just hang out around here, after all. But the pieces all begin to fall in place, and it's evident on Mary Jane's face that she knows ''something'' even if she's not just going to go ahead and say what it is. "I'll bet," she say, teeth sinking into her bottom lip for a moment in a mischievous grin, "Bet that's the reason you're always so late ... building new and experimental weapons." She takes a piece of pizza and munches on it, eyebrows raised at Gwen and a mysterious little smile on her face. 

:'''{{#var:8130|Pippi (8130)}} has posed:'''     "Yep. She's a nerd." Pippi pipes up, as if that is precisely what Gwen does. She says it as nonchalantly as she can, her ears pricking forward. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen grimaces a bit there at being called a nerd and sighs picking up a piece of pizza. "It sounds like you have the gist of it MJ, always late due to projects at work. I mean between work.. modeling.. band.... and special projects it probably explains why I am so tired all the time." she gives MJ a sheepish look. Honestly she is mostly not just saying she is Ghost Spider right away because well Pippi hasn't admitted she is a superhero either right. "So Pippi.. how you been?" she looks over again "Is your snoot okay?" the scar there really. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' The look on Mary Jane's face screams 'okay then, keep your secrets' as she turns her attention fully on Pippi, her features carefully drawn and her expression thoughtful. "Oh, yeah, that's a nasty scar. Hope you gave as good as you got." A pause, and then she leans forward slightly to Pippi, "How'd you and Gwen meet?" 

:'''{{#var:8130|Pippi (8130)}} has posed:'''     "Oh, it'll be okay. I got into a fight. The one on my side's worse, it required stitches." Pippi states as nonchalantly as you please, like it was a regular occurance as she crunches a crust, leaning back a moment as she thinks about MJ's question.     "Gwen wandered down an alleyway where I was living under a van in the Bronx, before I moved in with some friends. She's a good friend! You're lucky." the mutant dog replies, and her tail gives a little bit of a wag, no longer hidden by the sweatshirt. "How about you? Do you go to school together?" she gasps a moment. "Do you have the same /teacher/?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen mouthed >later< at MJ as she gave her that look. Then thankfully focused on Pippi. "Urgn..." yeah okay Gwen has a good idea where Pippi got clawed up, she is going to throw that Lion into the Hudson at this rate. "I am glad you are okay and all stitched up Pipster. " then the questions. "Uh.. we did go to school together.. high school and college and we've been friends for years..." so adorbs. She can't resist, maybe it is the stress, but she reaches and tries to ruffle Pippi's ears from the vantage of height! .. of course if she succeeds or fails she is going to look really sheepish and apologize "Sorry.. consent should have asked" ack. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' As Gwen ruffles Pippi's ears, MJ grins and reaches up to ruffle Gwen's hair at the top of her head. It's a momentary compulsion, but one that was too difficult to just resist, apparently. She laughs, settling back on one of the crates and finishing her slice of pizza. "Yeah, we've known each other for a good, long time. She's the smart one, though. I don't think they're going to give me an internship at a lab unless they need it cleaned out." 

:'''{{#var:8130|Pippi (8130)}} has posed:'''     "It's okay! Things are worked out! Besides, it makes me look heroic!" Pippi states of the scar, but she self-conciously reaches a hand up to cover it. "We all made it out, and that's the important part." she adds on quietly, her ears drawing back. The longer 'hair' atop her head, a whole inch thick now has a wiry sort of look to it, poofy, like a poodle. Her amber eyes go between Gwen and MJ, and then she's caught entirely off-guard by Gwen's fingers reaching to ruffle! The ears draw up in surprise, and Pippi just gets the oddest look on her face.     And MJ answers more about their relationship, and the ruffle at Gwen's hair comes with a laugh -- and Pippi gets a sort of sheepish look to her.     "I dunno why everyone wants to ruffle my head!" she complains playfully, then leans back.     "It's OK, Em-Jay. I don't like labs. The sciency labs, I mean." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen gets ruffled, blond and pink hair becoming disheveled and she blushes. "Sorry Pippi.. I should have asked first.. though you are nice to ruffle and I think it is the oxitocin produced when people look into Dog's eyes... and dogs are adorable and all people are genetically wired to want to pet them... also produces oxytocin... except bad people..." To MJ "You are plenty smart, you are a successful model and I don't know anyone as determined as you are when you set your mind to something MJ" Then back to Pippi "I am glad you made it out and yeah you do look heroic.".. which well Gwen didn't out Pippi's heroic antics so that is fair game now. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "That's called stubborn, not smart," MJ says with a laugh, lightly smacking Gwen's shoulder with an outstretched arm, "Stubborn and very well-defined cheek bones." She leans back, nodding her head to Pippi: "I haven't been in many, but I can imagine they're not a whole lot of fun unless you know what you're doing." The redhead lapses into silence for a moment, looking down at the stylised Spider-Man mask screen printed on the front of her own t-shirt. 

:'''{{#var:8130|Pippi (8130)}} has posed:'''     "They're... not a lot of fun. They're scary." Pippi states as she draws up one leg. She reflects a moment "I think sometimes it's hard to remember that we all feel fights differently, and it might be because I'm still just kinda starting out. It's easy to laugh in the middle of it 'cause your mind is trying to spit out what kinda forms or actions you need to make and your arms and legs are tryin' to keep up. But... I'm still learning." she explains, without wanting to expound on to whom she apprenticed.     Her tail gives a wag slightly. "But if I make other people happy with the ox-e--toes-son, then it's worth it, right?" Her tail gives a wag, and she forces a segue.     "... you two seem normal size though. How can you be a model?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "You're right Pipster everyone reacts differently to a rush and dump of adrenaline. I think that is why some heroes seem to have so much witty banter and quipping going on." guilty as charged. "I also think most of the heroes do it because they want to help people and make the world better instead of squandering their gifts." The question about models gets a laugh and almost a snort of coke out her nose. She gestures to MJ to take that one. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "Anyone can be a model." Mary Jane stands by that, and she nods her head firmly as though to punctuate the idea, "You don't have to look like anything particular. You just have to have ... I don't know, something people want to look at?" She shrugs her shoulders, the thought tapering out before she can really nail it down and elaborate upon it, "I guess the 'how' is that they pay us ... so we are?" 

:'''{{#var:8130|Pippi (8130)}} has posed:'''     "... but aren't models small? Like the trains?" Pippi inquires, "... or airplanes? I've seen model boats before too." the canine trails off a moment. 

:'''{{#var:8130|Pippi (8130)}} has posed:'''     "... you're talking about a completely different thing, aren't you?" Pippi realizes sheepishly, her ears drawing back as she looks embarrassed. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Yes Gwen knew what Pippi meant, which is why she snorted soda, but she figured MJ would understand and explain. It just gets worse though to the point of embarrassing her friends which she doesn't find joy in. "We are, it is okay Pippi you probably haven't ever dealt with it to be honest. Models are small replicas yes like that. When people are models or do modeling though .. it is mmm" She pauses thoughtful. "So all of the pictures of people advertising things, like clothing, or cars, or anything are models. They are nice to look at and help sell products." 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "Here! I'll show you," Mary Jane reaches for her phone, looking a little sheepish herself at embarassing Pippi and grasping to make up for it. A moment later she fishes the device out of her bag, flicking through to find a series of professional photos of her. Nothing major, but some shoots for some soda commercial and a spring fashion line from earlier in the year. She holds the phone out for Pippi to take. "They pay people to be in photos, basically. Or on TV." 

:'''{{#var:8130|Pippi (8130)}} has posed:'''     "OH. So that's what the pictures are. I thought it was weird humans would put pictures of other humans on walls." Pippi states, "I thought it was kinda weird, but..." she trails off, and as MJ holds out the phone, Pippi seems especially hesitant. It looks more expensive than the burner phone.     She very, very carefully accepts the phone in both her hands, but doesn't appear to know how to scroll through it.     "Huh." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen leans over and flicks her finger deftly to swap to the next photo, showing Pippi how wordlessly. "Even knowing they pay us to pose in photos doesn't make it any less strange I suppose. They also pay you to show up in person and hold products or be seen using them. People are swayed by other people doing stuff, especially people they look up to because they are pretty." 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "I mean, you can see why they want to hang up Gwen's photo," MJ fires off an unexpected compliment at her friend, gesturing at her as though it were the most obvious thing in the world, "So it's not ''that'' weird, right?" She doesn't seem all that worried about Pippi having her phone, picking up a can of soda and opening it with a 'ksss' sound. "This night got a little stranger than I thought ... in a good way, though." 

:'''{{#var:8130|Pippi (8130)}} has posed:'''     "... right. Because you're a fox." Pippi recounts, though the phrasing sounds odd. She flicks another couple of photos, and then very gingerly hands the phone back over to Mary Jane.     "I... don't get a lot about beauty, but... y'know. Dog." Pippi gives a wry smile, and then goes to stand.     "Speaking of, she's probably worried. I should get back." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' The unexpected compliment gets a blush from Gwen. "Uh.. mmm oh right. Tell them I am still working on stuff, I haven't got it yet but I intend to.. also hello and all that." that is super vague but probably not to Pippi. "I won't snitch on you either Pipster.. it was nice seeing you." 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "Tell them the rooster crows at midnight and the rain in spain flows mainly on the plain," Mary Jane says to Pippi, having a little fun at the expense of Gwen's cryptic commentary. That done, she rises to her feet and begins to pack up the little mess they've created around themselves, "Did you want to crash at my place tonight, Gwen? Figure it's better than going all the way to Queens at night." 

:'''{{#var:8130|Pippi (8130)}} has posed:'''     "... you're going to have to write that one down, I'll never remember it!" Pippi states plainly to Mary Jane, before: "... oh you have no--" she stumbles about, and gives a grin before finger-waggling at Gwen, and with a hop and a jump off a stack of lockers, the canine mutant is up and back out the window she came -- followed by the rattle of something smacking the dumpster and a weak call of "I'm okay!"      -- and Pippi goes out into the night, heading home. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen waves to Pippi and sees her well out of the location before turning to MJ and looking guilty and sheepish and worried. "You have to keep all of this a secret MJ.. you just have to." Then she considers "At this point yeah I can make really good time to Queens but the emotional whiplash has wiped me out..." 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "I'm not telling anybody anything," MJ tells Gwen quietly as she watches Pippi go, turning to face her friend fully once she's gone, "I ... I'm not sure ''what'' I know, really? But I know that if you're keeping it from ''me'' then you have a damn good reason. Believe me, I'm keeping some secrets you wouldn't even believe." She says no more about that, only raising her eyebrows and turning to gather up some more of their things, "I don't care how fast you can sling through the air, when you're beat you're beat. Stay at my place." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "You do know you're fishing... but that is totally fair." she breaths in deeply. "I was keeping them from you because I don't want you to get hurt by the bad people I am punching in the face all the time MJ." she goes to get her drumsticks, the set isn't packed up every practice, too big a pain in the ass since they rent this scary warehouse, it at least has locks and it isn't her best drum kit. "So I guess fuck it, not like I can be the one in the red and blue suit, I like Ghost Spider so far but Spider-man hates it." "I'll answer questions but only about me not about anyone else, it's their secret." 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "I'm not going to ask you any questions," MJ says quietly, standing up to place a hand on Gwen's shoulder and give her a warm look, "And I ''do'' understand why you didn't want to tell me. I appreciate that. It's dangerous out there and you were just trying to keep me safe." She sighs, shrugging her shoulders and smiling wanly, "I don't want to pry. I don't want to drag anything out of you. If you want to tell me what it's like being the Ghost Spider? You can tell me. If you don't, then you can keep it a secret. I'll never breathe a word of it to anyone." Then, she winks: "I like your suit more, though." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, I told him my friends like my suit better because it has more style and it drove him a little crazy I think." wry amusement in her tone. "In for a penny in for a pound MJ.... trust me it has been driving me absolutely nuts not being able to tell you. Less so for the others but I haven't known them as long." a head shake as she grabs the unopened sodas. "As for how it is to do that.. it is crazy intense and often very scary. I mean .. the suit is special but I am not bullet proof... I just dodge bullets really well." 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' MJ nods her head, lifting her own soda up to her lips and taking a sip from it. "I've seen. There's a subreddit for you, did you know that? All your YouTube clips are up there for anyone to see. I'm a big fan." A pause, she glances sidelong at Gwen yet again, "A really big fan." Once more she sits down on one of the crates, leaning her forearms on her thighs and yawning, "So the other week? With the cut on your face? Who was that?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen blushes at the big fan comment there and pushes some of her pink bangs back tucking behind an ear. "I've seen the subreddit and the video.. I mean not as much as Spidey I guess but the costume really seems to be a hit." Gwen leans back then slides up smoothly onto her own crate seat. "Oh.. I think that was Stiltman. Which is embarrassing... I mean what kind of villain is Stiltman even...." 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "Man on stilts?" MJ wagers, laughing faintly at the idea, "I mean, you shouldn't be embarassed. Some of those guys are kinda ... out there. But that doesn't make them not dangerous, and you kick their asses. You rock." She looks across at Gwen, clearly content to just be alone with her in the warehouse, "But hey, now we know a masked hero we can do marketing for ... " 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "Yeah some of them are shockingly dangerous. This fire demon guy kicked my ass and made me run away.. no one got video of that thank god." Gwen blushes a whole lot more and looks up the ceiling "We do yes... and she knows other people... but um we still need a lawyer who is used to keeping superhero secrets to help with setting up a business like this if you are really serious about it." 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "I'm serious about it." MJ nods her head, following Gwen's gaze up to the nothing-in-particular on the ceiling, "I'll find us a lawyer. There's bound to be one, right? I mean, they have to prosecute or defend some of those guys you beat up. They must know how the law works as far as masks and shit goes." She exhales noisily through pursed lips, "This doesn't change who we are, right? I mean, the two of us?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen nods along with the talk of lawyers. "We have to make sure it is structured in such a way that you don't know any of the identities.. that way you can deny knowing even the one you do know though. Safety reasons. That last question though. "God I hope not MJ." she grins over to her BFF. "We are best friends.. you are like the only person who doesn't wear a mask that even knows about this.. and now I can talk to you about it and not lie all the time with you. Which sucked. I didn't like it not one bit." she hops down and steps over offering MJ a hug. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' MJ steps into the hug, closing her eyes and smiling. She rests her chin on her friend's shoulder, murmuring pleasantly before stepping back. Her hands still resting on Gwen's upper arms as she looks at her critically for a moment, nodding her head. "Well, just so you know, I'm not going to be your kid sidekick. We're the same age and ''you'' might be able to throw cars around and stuff, but I can barely do a pull-up. Plus, I don't know if I'd be able to pull off the whole spandex thing." She grins at the little joke, then her features become a little more earnest: "It doesn't change anything. I'll be here whenever you need to talk." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen mutters "Not done yet" and holds the hug for at least six seconds. Chemists. "Yeah I am pretty sure you would need to be bitten by a mutagenic spider to be my kid sidekick.. also I have one of those lately.. the Black and Red one with the hoodie and sneakers. Kid Archnid.. man I hope he comes up with a better name...." "Also for the record you can definitely pull off spandex." 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' MJ doesn't complain at all as the hug lingers, eyes still closed and a happy little smile on her face. "Kid Arachnid?" she laughs, shaking her head, "Not even Arach-Kid or something? Spider-Lad? Spider-Man Junior? You masked types really ''do'' need a marketing department, huh? That's all just off the top of my head." The comment about the spandex prompts her to stand upright, looking back over her shoulder at her rear end in the pair of jeans she wears, "Well, unless I get bitten by a mutagenic spider I'll have to take your word for it." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "Well at least until a modeling gig asks for you in Spandex or you try some on anyways, trust me though I am around a lot of models.. you would do fine in it." amused and shaking her head. "I'll have to see if he likes Arach-Kid it is almost punny.. and I think Ghost Spider is pretty good.. can't do Spider-Woman she is an Avenger." 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "You'll always be Spider-Woman to me," MJ sighs wistfully, "But Ghost Spider is pretty bad ass, too. And, like I said - best costume. I'm serious about making that hoodie that looks like that one you have. I don't even care if I'm ripping you off." She grins, "So, I know I'm not meant to ask any questions about the others but this pertains to you. What are they like? Oh! Are you dating any of them? It always seems like the super hero types are dating each other. Like Captain America and the Wasp." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "I told you to just make a knockoff last time we talked about this.. " amusment "And thanks." "Also no I am not dating anyone with my abundent free time... I am either at work.. at band practice with you .. or fighting super villains .. that leaves some time for sleep. So nope not dating anyone I have been keeping a secret from you." 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "Good, I'd be jealous." MJ doesn't add anything more to that, standing up from the crate and rolling her shoulders casually with a wide yawn. "Do we want to start cleaning up and head home? I've met one of your friends, but I don't want to be out here if one of your enemies shows up." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen's eyes narrow just a touch at the comment and thne she slides off her crate seat and stretches big. "I've got my sticks... I think we just need to grab the pizza and soda and your guitar?" A look around to confirm and then a shudder. "Yeah well .. if I tell you to run in a direction you do it okay if that ever happens.. I have a .. kind of danger sense that warns me... I think tonight it was warning me about my cover about to be blown which threw me off and made me blow my cover.. stupid tingles." 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' Mary Jane can't help but laugh at the tale of the danger tingles, "So they made you walk right into something they were trying to warn you about? I'm guessing super powers aren't always as cool as they sound." She nods her head, ducking down to pick up her guitar in it's olive drab canvas case and slinging it over her back along with her bag. She grabs up her share of the pizza and soda. "Hope you find futons comfy because that's all I've got." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "It was more like they were blaring danger and it was coming from the crates Pippi was hiding behind and .. yeah okay I think I am not up to full speed on how to read and interpret them yet." she really isn't. "MJ, a futon will be like a cloud with as many hours as I put in this week, I could sleep on a stone slab in a mausoleum." 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "Well, I hope it won't come to that." The last of their things gathered up, MJ leads the way across the floor of the warehouse to the door. Once she's there, though, she pauses and turns around to look earnestly at her friend. Her best friend. Forever. "Can you promise me something, though? That you'll always be careful. I can ... I can deal with you being Ghost Spider. I can deal with you showing up late to things. I can deal with having to make excuses for you and pretend I don't know your secret. But I can't deal with your badly hurt or dead, okay? So just ... be careful." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "I'm way more durable than I look and I heal really fast... that cut Stiltman gave me would have probably killed a normal person and I was healed by morning." she isn't saying it as an excuse to not be careful, she is excplaining she is tough not just strong and fast. "But yes I will be carefully. I don't want to do that to you or my dad MJ." 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' Although she's laden down with the things they're carrying, MJ leans in to bump her shoulder against Gwen's. A sort of impromptu hug that she's doing her best to perform without hands. "Good. That's all I ask. And for you take me swinging around sometime. That looks like ''crazy'' fun I'm not even going to pretend I don't want to do it." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen nimbly slides the door open with her foot, show off. "Done. Though I will need to make you wear a disguise.. everyone has a damn cellphone camera." 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "Oh god, there we go, I knew it," MJ says with a laugh, shaking her head, "Getting me in spandex after all. What am I gonna be? The Red Spider?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen laughs waiting until you are out of the door with your stuff before shutting it with her foot. Like she taps it and pulls it to her with her foot not hooks it. Show off. "Well price of admission.. I mean I was thinking just a mask of some sort but spandex has appeal Red." walking ahead now. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "I'll be the world's lamest superhero," MJ follows after Gwen, waving her box-laden hands over her head, "The Red Spider is here! Watch her hang off Ghost Spider's arm and then go and hide under a table once the bad guys start showing up!" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "This is totes a ride not a ride along MJ..." She seems to be in a very good mood though as she walks out onto he street, dropping the topic until they are at and inside MJ's place for certain. Never know who is listening. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' It's a relief when they're home, and MJ immediately dumps everything in the little space by her door and relishes not having to be lugging it around anymore. Not everyone has super strength. She moves to the sofa, flopping down on it and stretching her arms over the back of it before looking at Gwen, "Okay, I gotta see it. The wall-crawling stuff. You gotta show me how you do that." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen sets down her load carefully, depositing the soda on a counter there. "Okay..." she steps and closes the drapes before .... well... honestly she just jumps up, easily reaching the ceiling and stick her fingertips to it and just .. dangles by her fingers. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' MJ immediately jumps up from the sofa, pratically leaping across the room to stand underneath Gwen and look up at her hanging from the ceiling. "That is the coolest thing I've ever seen!" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "Yeah it pretty much works on any surface too." she kicks her shoes off then flexes her arms and swings up to plant her feet now on the ceiling and lets go with her fingers. She stands on the ceiling and looks upside down at MJ now. "It isn't gadgets.. only the webslingers are gadgets. I made mine... they are totally better than the others." 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' MJ stands face to face with Gwen, although they are standing on opposite surfaces thanks to the latter's spectacular spider powers. She folds her arms across her torso, looking up to the place where her friend is stuck to the ceiling and back down to her eyes. "So, let me get this straight - you're a genius who built those web-shooty dealies and presumably mixed up whatever's inside them, too? On top of ''that'' you can stick to walls, sense danger, you're strong, fast, nimble, heal super quick ... " The redhead quirks an eyebrow, the corners of her mouth raising into a playful smile: "The total hero package, huh?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "Don't forget I don't need as much sleep... thank the Asgardians... and I never get worn out ..well almost never like an energizer bunny." she mms "Though I eat a crazy lot more now." "So I guess total hero package though there are def stronger and faster and tougher people than me out there. I also did this to myself by accident so it isn't like I can't fuck up sometimes right." 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' MJ reaches up to frame Gwen's face in her hands, grinning at her - practically beaming - as she speaks: "Hey, everyone fucks up. The fact that you're out there at all trying to do something good rather than just doing stunts for movies or something is amazing. I've always been proud to have you as a friend, Gwen, but now I'm ... I don't know ... ''really'' proud? You're the smart one, what's a good word?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "Man I could make sick money in Hollywood too.. damnit." The compliments get her to really blush there. "Uh... delighted .. gratified.. delighted... maybe proudest?" she kicks her foot and flips down away from MJ to land and then straight right side up feet on the floor once more. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' MJ pulls her hands away as Gwen flips, tucking them into her pockets and wandering back over to the sofa to flop down on it lazily. "I am ... delighted, gratified, and the proudest I have ever been to have you as my friend, Gwen. And this is all ... it's kind of a relief, honestly. I was starting to worry you were ditching on me because you didn't want to hang out anymore or something." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "Heck no MJ... I think it would be more likely I had a drug habit than that." she pops her friend in the shoulder lightly as she flops onto the couch as well. "This is definitely a relief you are right. No lying." 
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8689/Roberto's Birthday

2019-08-08T02:32:53Z

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|Synopsis=Roberto birthday party. No real injuries. Achievement unlocked.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty sent around an email about birthdays and that there was one coming up for someone long associated with the school. She even made sure to get on Roberto's calendar with his secretary for a time that would work. Kitty finished removing the store-bought cakes from their containers and putting them on something else. While she might be willing to try baking a cake, no one intelligent would actually want to eat it. Or maybe Shannon or someone else baked them? It's hard to tell since they are already moved over. Whichever the case, she begins putting some candles in the cake, which sits next to a couple of wrapped presents. 

:'''{{#var:278|Roberto Da Costa (278)}} has posed:''' Today Roberto managed to arrive the school before lunch, driving in a SUV all the way to the garage, and he brought a number of large trays with him. In truth he didn't expect anyone remembering his birthday, except maybe Sam, so Kitty's email was a pleasant surprise. "Kitty," he greets, "I am early, and... you baked that?" The trays are left in a counter. They are covered with white cloth, but full of Brazilian Beijinho and Brigadeiro sweets. A vast number of them, but in a school full of children they won't last for long. That is why he drove a SUV. 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' Peter's there helping get the cakes on to stands, plates, or plastic presentation disks. He's wearing something easy, a t-shirt with a picture of a quartet o Stormtroopers as if taking mugshots, floral print swim trunks, and flip flops.. and as always his backwards Mets cap atop his shaggy brown hair, "Crap, I forgot the cups.. Give me a second I'll be right back." Headed out the back to the porch to grab the red solos in a plastic bag to dangle across the island seperating kitchen from dining area, "There we go." Up nodding to Berto with a grin, "Happy birthday." Slipping back around to grab some dip from the fridge and a bag of chips from another bag by the sink. The bag is emptied into a bowl and the dip scooped out into a smaller dish. "I think that's it.. is that it?" Glancing around, turning in a small circle with his hands out as if trying to metal detect anything he might have forgotten with the palm of his hands. "Yeah, that's it." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty grins warmly and goes over to give Roberto a huge hug. "Happy birthday. No way we were going to miss it with you actually in town to celebrate with us," Kitty says with a grin. She gives Peter a smile as he helps with getting things set up. "I definitely did not bake these," Kitty confirms, "So they are edible. Not just edible. Delicious. Others in the school may have helped but if so I will let them reveal themselves in due time," she says with a warm laugh. Kitty grins over to Peter again and goes to give him a side-hug. "Thank you for helping set everything up," she says. She picks up one of those giant cards and gives it to Roberto. A lot of people from the school have signed it already. Kitty's reads: "Happy Birthday Roberto! So happy to have you back in New York with us. You always raise spirits and have great ideas, and we can always use the leadership you provide. Looking forward to another year of you being around here and a close part of the family. Love you! Kitty" 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' Peter is still turning in a small circle when Kitty comes in for a side hug, stopping his movement for at least as long as it takes for him to return it. Cheek to the top of her head, just a brief moment, grin firmly in place, "Totally. I was here, couldn't let you take all the credit, right?" Teasing as he hops up on the counter by the sink near the bowl of chips he'd only just pulled out. One is dipped through french onion spread and pushed into his mouth, head back against the cupboard, "If she didn't bake these.. I bet you Shannon will have some treats of her own too." Said to Berto with a little duck to see him. 

:'''{{#var:278|Roberto Da Costa (278)}} has posed:''' Roberto hugs Kitty and laughs at the baking observation. "Thank you, you have been a blessing since I got here. And hey, I hope the cooks drop by soon. I guess it is still early." He reads the giant card and reads, checking the signatures and looking speechless for a few seconds. "I should have come sooner," he decides with a sigh. He just didn't have that many friends back in Rio. Or family left. "And thanks for helping, Parker," then he tries to remember, is Shannon the girl with the wings that seems to spend most of her free time baking?" 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty leans back against a counter beside Peter then as Roberot is looking the card over. "Oh that's my favorite dip. Who did you ask to find that out?" Kitty says, glancing over to Peter as she gets a chip and dips it it in the french onion dip. Kitty grins to Roberto and points to the bottom right corner of the card. There's an inky dragon footprint there. "Lockheed wanted to send his love too," she tells him. "In fact, surprised he's not here. He was napping when we came down," she tells him. Kitty nods then. "Yes, Shannon is the new student. Wings and if she touches a wound she absorbs it and the other person is healed. Which she hasn't learned enough to be careful of. I mean, Peter's skinned hands from me TOTALLY kicking his but in our scooter drag race, she really didn't need to take on." 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "My pleasure, homie." Peter says from his seat on the counter, lifting a fist out to Berto, then going right back to dipping chips in french onion spread, "Well.. I want to come up with an elaborate, but believable lie saying something about channeling ancient magics and summoning circles..." Said to Kitty with a half grin, nudging a foot against her knee, "Truth is I just like french onion dip." Crunch, tongue against the corner of his mouth because damn you none of it's escaping his wicked grasp and evil digestive intent. "Shannon's a sweet kid, yeah. Healed me up the other day when I flipped my scooter..." For which he still feels quite guilty, "It was JUST some scraps." Grumbling to himself, palms down on the edge of the counter to either side of his legs. 

:'''{{#var:278|Roberto Da Costa (278)}} has posed:''' Roberto nods idly at learning about Shannon while looking for a drink on the fridge, settling for a caffeinated energy drink. "I used to know everyone in the school. So much to catch up yet, and healers are very good to have around." It is still early, but he expected a few of the New Mutants to drop by, and... "Lockheed?" Yes, there is a clawprint there. "If he knew what I brought he would be here, I am sure. Then again, perhaps it is best he didn't. The little guy can eat like a dragon." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue is returning from a trip in to Salem Center, she's coming back from whatever errands she was running and bringing with her some supplies for the kitchen. A new cup that supposedly will hold ice for up to 12 hours... which is nice this time of year, and some food supplies that she can stow away in her part of the Staff Fridge. Once inside the kitchen she looks around at the others and offers them all a soft smile. "Full house t'day." The southerner says calmly, dressed in a green tank top, blue jeans and her leather bomber jacket with the Red and Black X's on the shoulders. Her hair is mildly wild, but not overly so, laying about her shoulders in natural curls amongst the brown and white locks. She steps to the fridge to start to put the cold required items away. 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "I barely know anyone." Peter shrugs helplessly, "It's like I've been here for a year and only just started paying attention in May." That's meta, so very meta. "I'm getting there though..." Another chip, a little more dip, another crunch groan of pleasure. His head leans back against the cupboard behind him with his ankles crossed, except for when Rogue comes a strolin' in, "Sup, Rogue." Rattling the bowl of chips in her direction, "It's Berto's birthday and we're being gluttons. For the greater good." 

:'''{{#var:278|Roberto Da Costa (278)}} has posed:''' Roberto gives Peter a quizzical look. That was maybe a joke? He doesn't know the man much, but Peter seems to have an Iceman-style sense of humor. What is his mutant power, anyway? He will ask Doug later! And here is the Rogue. "Ola, Anna-Marie, roguiest of Rogues. It is my birthday, there are sweets on the trays. Cocoa or coconut, or both, plenty to go. And someone baked a cake too, but Kitty won't tell me who," he grins to the brunette. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Once she has her things put away inside the fridge she pulls out one bottle of tea from the newly deposited items and turns about to look to those celebrating the big day for Sunspot. "Ah.... birthday..." She says with a sly grin. "I think I saw that on the calendar in the staff hall." The lid on her tea is twisted open and she takes a sip from it while she steps over to where the goodies are. The southern belle leans forward against the marble counter top to rest herself up against it as she eyes everything on display. "Quite a spread." She asks him, glancing back at Roberto. "Are ya twenty one yet? We already got Kitty as a new buyer'a booze, need more, after all." She looks over to Pete and smiles at him. "Kingpin." She calls him that because they've gone bowling before, back before Peter paid much attention to things around here. So meta. 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "Never living that down, am I?" Pete asks of Rogue, shaking his head, likely remembering something from before he remembered things because of something he may or may not have read. How far you gonna run with this? Not that far. Pete hops down off the counter, scoops up a bit of dip with a chip, and rap shis knuckles against the counter, "Roberto, happy birthday again. Rogue, we should get a rematch on that bowling." Pointing between both on his way towards the hallway, jumping to slap the top of the wall abvoe the door as he passes through it. 

:'''{{#var:278|Roberto Da Costa (278)}} has posed:''' "Almost," replies Roberto, "not enough to be the buyer of booze. Well, not in the U.S. which let me tell you, it is one of the weirdest things of this country. Most places you drink before you vote and you drive. I think it is so we know how to deal with being drunk before voting." He re-considers, "or maybe to be drunk when we vote." "In any case I am twenty now. There won't be drinking in the school kitchen, I suppose," it might happen later. "We will have to do with a sugar high," he waves to the sweets. And then Peter leaves, so Roberto nods at the young man. "See you later, and thanks for helping setting this up." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue just grins at Peter. "It was a close game, I'm sure you'll beat me next time. If they let me in again. I went back a few weeks ago and might've, kind've, threw a ball a few lanes over by accident..." She says this while keep her green eyes directed downward toward the counter and all the treats upon it. With Roberto flowing the conversation elsewhere, Rogue looks back up and over to him. "Twenty huh? So you're about seven months younge'ah than me... Well foo. Guess I'll be buyin' for you first." She states then with a hint of a grin before she reaches out to take hold of whatever she can sample that won't be horribly affected by her still wearing gloves on her hands. "Everybody benefits from a lil' bit'a sugah in their lives." She says in her deep Mississippi flavor. When Peter aims to depart, Rogue glances at him. "Bye bye now, Splitter." She teases him a little further. 

:'''{{#var:278|Roberto Da Costa (278)}} has posed:''' "Funny that, you are way younger I thought you were when we met years ago," comments Roberto. "Well, maybe two or three years younger. Important years when one is sixteen. But hey, you could have hanged out with the New Mutants. Still can, I suppose. Have you thought about the X-Corp? And please, don't tell me you want to be a bouncer at Sam's club too. I think we have the deadliest group of female bouncers in America already." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue takes another sip of her drink and then sets it down onto the marble counter top. She pulls her gloves off of her hands, then folds them together and tucks them into the side pocket on the right side of her leather bomber jacket. Her green eyes go over to Roberto and she gives him a slight smirk. "You thought I was older than twenty?" She asks him then, shaking her head. "Not sure why. Was it because I was with the Avengers? Was with them for a little over a year... but you're probably talkin' about something prior t'that. I was 18 when I got brought here though, had just turned it about a week before some'a the teachers found me." She glances at some of the other treats then and shakes her head. "Nah, I don't got any plans t'be a bouncer. I'm sure Sam's got plenty'a muscle already for that. And X-Corp? I don't know. Not sure there's anything there I can pitch in with." 

:'''{{#var:278|Roberto Da Costa (278)}} has posed:''' "You have been an Avenger, that is good publicity for mutants everywhere," considers Roberto, finishing his own drink and leaving the can on the counter. "I thought you were about twenty when I was seventeen... ah, nevermind. New beginnings for me. I am back to New York and trying to do some good. I don't think I have time to teach, and I am still trying to get my college degree anyway. But I know how to create the framework for the X-Corporation and I have the resources. I just need more people helping." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde returns from getting another gift to go with the ones on the table. Lockheed is on her shoulder this time. There's a giant birthday card a couple of feet across that some people have already signed. And a few different birthday cakes, plus, "Oh Roberto, that's amazing," Kitty says of the sweets he brought. She goes over to get a piece and then comes over to Rogue to give her a side-hug, careful of skin contact. "Hey AM! You made it," she says brightly. Kitty passes the wrapped box over to Roberto. It has red foil wrap with gold ribbons criss-crossing it, and then a black bow. She grins to him and says, "Happy birthday!" 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna had been.. out. The green haired Princess had had other things on her mind than birthdays and celebrations. She'd just been back all of an hour, maybe two, from her over a week long stint in Genosha. She'd been occupied dealing with diplomats, attaches of various countries, organizations, and press. It had not been pretty since her father had launched himself into the air with threats. Suffice to say, she'd missed the very concept that they were celebrating //anything// today. She swept into the kitchen, looking to grab something to shove in her mouth, likely coffee, and came to a full stop at the sight of gifts on the table. She paused, clicking the tablet in her grip off and lowering her hand to her side. Lorna looked rather a fright still, her green hair hung messily around her shoulders, her slacks faintly wrinkled, and her white button up shirt was half tucked in, half trailing. "Oh... what are we celebrating...?" 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "Hey, has anyone seen.... Oh. Yeah, that guy! Happy birthday, 'berto!" Josh says with a grin when he comes into the kitchen. Freshly showered, bleary eyed, in jeans, sneaks and a t-shirt, Josh walks over to clap Roberto on the back without itnerrupting too much. He goes over and drops a card with the other gifts. When Josh catches Kitty's eye he mouths 'thank you'. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue just grins back at Roberto. "Never heard anyone talk about me bein' a mutant makin' much of an impact socially while I was with them." She says on the subject of the Avengers. "But yeah, that would be a cool angle to have taken it. I mean, people at NYU knew while I was goin' t'school there, but I avoided politically alligned rallies and events like they were plague ridden. That kinda stuff... wears on my emotional well bein'." When Kitty enters, Rogue smiles to her friend and offers her a return side hug, though she's gloveless so she keeps her hands back. She notes the present and winces. "I didn't get ya anythin', Berto." She says. "I'll uh... I mean if ya need any favors, just let me know, we can say I owe ya one." She grins then. Lorna gets a glance and a nod. "Hey there, Greenie." She says. "Lookin' a bit stressed out." 

:'''{{#var:278|Roberto Da Costa (278)}} has posed:''' Roberto unwraps the present and blinks surprised at the framed picture. It was taken his first day at Xavier, he was sullen and grim, trying to recover from shock and tragedy. A short young man with an attitude problem who wanted to be a hero. Wow, he had been a fool. But he was fourteen. "Thanks, Kitty. I had not seen this one," he smiles and looks up at the young woman, and spots Lorna and Josh. "My birthday, looks like Kitty got everyone baking cakes," he teases. "And those are some treats I brought," he adds, nodding to the trays with Brazilian sweets. "Thank you, Josh." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde smiles affectionately to Roberto and says, "I was looking in the archives and just... wow, you've come so far since those days. We all have. Glad to have had you on this journey," she tells him, setting Lockheed on a counter as she goes over to give Roberto another big hug. "Happy birthday," she says, smooching his cheek before letting him go. Kitty motions to the other presents. "There's a few more presents, people around the school chipped in," she says. Kitty moves back over to grab another chip and dip it in the French onion dip before crunching it. She gets a second but that one goes to Lockheed. Josh gets a smile at the mouthed words and a warm look as she nods in return. "Lorna!" Kitty says then. "Wow, you look like you could use a drink," she says, going over to the fridge to see what is there. If she pots one of Lorna's favorite drinks she grabs it for her. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna mechanically glanced toward Rogue, still looking every inch as exhausted as Rogue had pointed out. "Oh. Yeah.. A.. a bit." She murmured softly, and made to set her tablet down as it buzzed and ding'ed another notification. For once she didn't rush to check it, even as it hummed with more. She bit back a sigh, wading into the birthday celebrations a bit more as Kitty came up to her pass her a caffeinated drink. It cracked open, with a pop and fizzle before Lorna sipped at it awkwardly. "Thanks Kitty... and uhm... Happy Birthday Roberto." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh digs himself a beer out of the fridge and goes to stand near Lorna. The young X-Man reaches behind Lorna, snags her tablet, flicks the silent switch, and puts it on the counter on the opposite side of himself from the green haired mutant. All without glancing at Lorna. He tips his beer back for a sip and watches the young 'old guard' with curiously. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon slips into the kitchen, thinking perhaps it will be a refuge where she can indulge in a little bit of baking. Oh, sure, she'd heard about Roberto's birthday as many around the school seem to have done, but she also had no idea that the party would be -in- the kitchen. So when she makes it through the door, she's hit in the face with it. Oh, dear. So much for being able to surprise the birthday boy with at least some edibles. She holds back near the entryway, wrapping her wings around herself till she can get a sense of who's who, and what's what. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie steps up behind Shannon and then leans in "Boo!" right behind her, she may take a wing right to the face, but she is probably deserving of it really. She follows it up with "I heard there is cake... there is cake in here right? Good cake?" 

:'''{{#var:1439|Kaydin (1439)}} has posed:'''     "Hey look it is Negasonic teenage jerkhead." Kaydin says as he appears right next to her and he looks to shannon. "Dont mind her. The worst she will do to you is give you a scathing tweet." He says as he watches the two women. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' So much for being able to keep her composure. Ellie does indeed get a wing to the face as Shannon is startled, whipping around to see who came up behind her like that. Unfortunately, that puts anybody in Ellie's immediate vicinity in danger of wing-lash, too. "Oh sh... I'm sorry, are you okay??" 

:'''{{#var:278|Roberto Da Costa (278)}} has posed:''' Roberto busies himself unwrapping gifts. Just got a Zenn Llama Garden Sculpture. Uh, okay, it makes him chuckle. "Thank you Lorna," he says when he hears the magnetic woman. "Come in, come in," he adds for the new comers. "You must be Shannon, your baking is getting famous around here." Ellie he might have seen in one of the school social gatherings. So many new New Mutants. He needs Doug write him a checklist. 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' Peter has gone to... wherever a spider goes when he's not being viewed by the general populace. Probably the bathroom or something completely normal, but he went there and was gone and now he's come back. As normal people do when there's tons of people in the kitchen. His had is turned back around forwards, slipping through the growing crowd with a little frown and dances his way to the side as if to avoid justling anyone engaged in recreational eating of cakes. "Pardoooon me." Back over to where Kitty is with a blown out sigh. His hand comes up to pull his cap up and reverse it, slipping it back on. "It's a freakin' jungle in here.." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie takes the wing to the face but she is laughing despite the smack and shaking her head. She would have ducked and let Kaydin take it but speedsters are annoyingly good at dodging. "I'm fine Fluttershy... " She glances at Kaydin now. "God. Your insults are so lame it is painful to endure." and just walks towards the fridge shaking her head in disbelief. 

:'''{{#var:1439|Kaydin (1439)}} has posed:'''     Kaydin is annoyingly good at dodging and is able to dodge the wings as they make their sweeps around. He then smirks at Ellie and he grins. "Either way I cause you pain. It works for me." He says as he smiles at Shannon. "I see you get along with negasonic. Not many people can endure her." 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna flashed Roberto a faint smile, and looked about to say something when the younger mutants started getting all... uppity. She completely missed Josh's move to click off her tablet and mute the notification sounds as he slid it away from the magnokinetic. She was simply too busy ducking away from wings that suddenly were there and spinning about with each movement. A huff of a breath, and the green haired woman backed away from the center of the festivities and the chaos. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Shannon, Ellie and Kaydin all get warm smiles from Kitty. She grabs a pair of glasses, then makes it three. She pours some cider into a glass for Rogue and passes it over to her. Peter gets a glass of raspberry lemonade, as does Kitty. The door closes again and she grins at Roberto. "I know, llamas aren't Brazil. But they are just so adorable we couldn't pass them up," she says, laughing warmly. https://www.uncommongoods.com/product/zen-llama-garden-sculpture Kitty settles back in next to Peter, near the chips and dip. She gets another chip, dipping it liberally and then crunching the salty goodness heaped on with the french onion topping. She leans lightly against Peter as he returns. "Figured you got lost. Was about to send scouts in search of you," she says. If he retakes his seat on the counter, she ends up leaning back against him there lightly. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh chuckles to himself after watching Lorna move off from her tablet. He downs the rest of his beer quickly and leaves it on the counter. The young man slips around the outside of the group, sneaks up behind Shannon and gives her big a squeeze then heads out with a laugh. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Oh man. How embarrassing. Not only did Shannon smack poor Negasonic with her wings, but she almost hit Kaydin and Lorna as well! "Crap... I'm sorry. Oh come on... Fluttershy again? Please... it's Nightingale. Please?" She smiles at Ellie apologetically, and Lorna as well. Kaydin? Oh, he gets a smile, and she turns bright pink in the face as well. Glancing around the room, she tries to figure out who the birthday person is--and winds up with a run-by hugging. "Wha... who... what the...." 

:'''{{#var:278|Roberto Da Costa (278)}} has posed:''' "The food is drawing people, it never fails," comments Roberto when Peter returns. "If we run short I have more sweets in the SUV. I am going to look for Sam and Doug. They should be here. Hold the fort for me, okay?" He is heading out, thanking people for the well-wishes along the way. 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "It's a big place, okay." Peter nudges a foot against Kitty's leg, hoping up on the counter with his palms down against it to either side of his thigh, "I stumbled around trying to find the downstairs bathroom for fifteen minutes.. and then I started reading Pride and Prejudice in the library, which turned into a thing.. By the time I realized I was half an episode into ''Orange is the new Black'' I remembered why I left the kitchen in the first place and came back." Grinning sidelong, he reaches over for a chip to scoop in the french onion dip. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie snap points at Shannon "But do you even sing?" then pulls out an energy drink and pops it open before heading now to the cake. Mm Cake. "Gee.. I wonder how the Titans put up with me if I am so hard to be around." rubbing in the fact she is on a public Super Team in good standing. She cuts a slice of cake. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon nods, and... is that a smirk on her face? "Actually, I do sing alto, Ellie. But that's not the reason for the name." She chuckles a little bit, shaking her head, and glancing to Kaydin. "She's not so bad, really. Really haven't run into anyone here I dislike yet." Her glance goes to the cake, chips, and various edibles, and she frowns--albeit somewhat playfully. "Well, frak. Now how am I going to do anything nice for the birthday person?" 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' It was about this time that Lorna started looking about for her tablet, finding it absent where she'd left it, the green haired woman cursed under her breath. Her eyes slipping shut briefly, and a soft glow formed about her finger tips. Instantly, she knew where it was, and with a thought, her eyes snapping open, it floated back to her hands. That accomplished, she made to find an edge of the kitchen to hold up in without a whole crowd of people. She leaned against the far wall, and clicked the tablet on, clicking away once more in a furious manner. 

:'''{{#var:1439|Kaydin (1439)}} has posed:'''     "I intend to join the avengers. See you top that." Kaydin says to Ellie before turning to Lorna and Shannon and he sighs. "See the problem with you, Shannon is someone can be a jerk to you and you would forgive them." Kaydin says as he offers her something to drink, getting a soda for himself. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty smiles as she watches the students interact. Once Peter has hopped up, she moves over to lean against the counter between his legs and lean her back against him. She closes her eyes for a bit, and there's the definite sense she's tired. Some would know she was up late in the labs in the underground base building some computer equipment. Her eyes flutter back open and she takes up her glass again, sipping the raspberry lemonade. "Pride and Prejudice? And Zombies maybe," she tells Peter with a soft laugh. Kitty glances over to Rogue and tells her, "Won't be long before school starts up. Are you going to be helping Ororo with her classes?" Kitty asks. Her eyes drift over to Lorna, following the floating tablet. "Lorna, if there's anything I can do to help. Need someone to go with you to talk or... whatever?" she offers. 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Henry McCoy is a bit late, but the man in a hawaiian shirt and cargo shorts makes his way to the party, bearing a small metal box. "Ahh, sorry. Oh, I don't see him. Will have to catch him later." The small gift is set down. 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' When Kitty slips up against the counter between his legs, Pete snakes his arms over her shoulders loosely and balances chin on the top of her head. It is entirely possible he hasn't ''actually'' slept in days, though only a handful of people would know exactly why. "You make jokes." Said down to Kits, "But that was some of Jane Austins best work." Yes, yes, he knows. "The movie was a pale imitation and mockery.. a true sacking of good literature.." Sighing quietly, but also quite playfully. Watching Kaydin now as the kid tries out brag Ellie, "He... uh... does know she'll light his head on fire right?" Why not ask the source? "Hey, kiddo, maybe don't pick a fight with the walking timebomb while we're all standing nearby, huh? I for one got stuff to do tomorrow and I can't spend it in a burn ward." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon shakes her head, tucking a wisp of pale gold away behind her ear. "Why shouldn't I, Kaydin? I mean, aside from messing up my name, what has Ellie really done to me? There are a lot worse things in this world to deal with." She eyes all the edible goodies, and shrugs a little. "I was going to make the birthday person a cake but it looks like someone beat me to it. So they'll just get another one tomorrow. At least this way I can surprise them with what kind, or... does anybody know what their favorite kind is?" 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna only paused briefly in the furious typing she was doing at Kitty's question. A brief pause, in which her green eyed gaze swung upward to meet Kitty in an assessing way. As if she were searching through Kitty for something and wasn't entirely sure she'd find it. Her lips pursed together briefly, and she glanced back down at the tablet again, her fingers moving at quick, sharp taps on the glassy surface. "You or Wanda." She murmured, her gaze not lifting from the tablet. Magneto had commented that Kitty was like a daughter to him.. She wasn't entirely sure if Kitty or Wanda would do, but Kitty had seen a better side of him recently. Lorna shrugged and pushed off from the wall. "I've got to make a few phone calls. I'll be around later." Her gaze swung to the students. "Don't destroy the gifts or snacks." She shot each a pointed gaze before she swept out of the room completely. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Settling in with her cake Ellie raises a forkful in a salute to Shanon and then gives Kaydin the absolutely most skeptical look. "Speedstering to do photobombs with the Avengers wont count Zippy.. so please.. don't give up whatever it is you are actually good at ok?" She goes back to nomming cake and checking her phone at that point. Though she does point the fork at Peter briefly. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde nods to Lorna and says, "I'm willing, whichever you think is best." Hey, could take both of them even? Or not. Kitty looks over to Ellie and pats Peter's leg. "Ellie's pretty awesome about not destroying people in the area. She's developing some real control. I mean, can control how many blocks out go up," Kitty muses, flashing Ellie a teasing grin. She rests her head back against her Parker-ish backstop. "Speaking of, Ellie we should do that Serpent Society training session again sometime. There are other scenarios in it, and more training below ground wouldn't be a bad thing. Great for developing control when you really need it." 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Henry McCoy finds cake! Well, some cake. He knows he can't eat what would be his USUAL portion of such a thing, so he gets what feels like an incredibly dainty portion for himself, and begins eating what feels like the tiniest bits, to savor it. "Good to see something casual and fun," he says to nobody in particular, his own shoulders betraying a bit more than the usual tension, despite his hyper casual dress. "Oh hey, we're talking about the Avengers? Make sure to say hi to Tony for me. I keep meaning to do more with them, but you know how things go." 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "Sure, yeah, picture of control." Peter doesn't doubt Ellie's ability, nor Kitty's word, his chin still rests on the Guidance Councilors head as he speaks. "I'm just saying maybe Speedy over there shouldn't poke the bear." Palms up, hanging off Kits shoulders. At least until one slides down to grab another chip, scoop some dip, and slide it in his mouth. "She blue a biscuit off my plate the other day... if a person is willing to waste home made butter milk biscuits, they're willing to blow up a loud mouth teenager. I don't make the rules, that's just ''science''." Blue eyes slide closed as if he might well fall asleep where he's leaning and being leaned upon. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon darts in towards the mess of goodies on the counter to get a small share of whatever was available on a plate, anything from cookies to chips to cake, raising her fork to return Ellie's salute. She tries not to run right into Hank, and just barely misses him. "Wow... this is -not- my day for being graceful... sorry about that!" She chuckles softly, but is not entirely blind to the tension exuded from him. The laughter fades, and she tilts her head, dropping her voice a notch. "Penny for your thoughts?" 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde picks up a pair of chips, dipping one and passing it to Peter, then dipping the other to keep for herself. "Ok, I admit, blowing up buttery biscuits should be frowned upon. It's not detention-worthy, but still. There'd be crumbs everywhere. Do you want ants? Because that's how you get ants," Kitty says, doing her best to sound like Archer's mother from the TV show. She leans her head back again. "I'm pretty tired. I think I might grab a slice of the cake with the frosting in the middle and head upstairs," she says. She pats Peter's leg. "Feel free to stick around, or come by when you're done?" 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' Pete moves his head, but only to take the chip by the dipped end in his teeth and toss it back with a jerk of his neck, "That's precisely what I said!" Sort of, it was a few weeks ago, he's said a lot of things since then. "Point to you for the Archer reference though." Once he's swallowed, Peter hikes up a little on his palms and kisses Kitty's forehead, "Nope, I'm coming with. I love a party as much as the next guy, but if Negasonic blows up Kaydin for being irritating, it would feel too much like work for my liking." His hand slides off her shoulder to pat her arm, a second before hopping down behind her. "Shannon... I didn't eat any of your cake, but I'm taking some with me." Pointing at one of them, hopefully with butterscotch icing because butterscotch icing. "I'm sure it's like dancing a pillowy cloud or eating free money." Whatever, he cuts two slices, slides them over on a plate, and sucks frosting from his pinky. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon blinks, looking at Peter with confusion. "But I didn't make this cake. Wish I had, though, it looks really good!" The mystery deepens! She looks around, and smiles a little, glancing back up at Hank with concern. 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Henry McCoy finishes his cake and gives Shannon a pat on the head. "Easy there," he smiles. "And well, what's going on with me isn't suitable for this party, Shannon. If you're really curious, I can tell you later." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie takes another bite of her cake and then looks to Shannon "You just bake enough that people assume you baked Berto's gourmet cakes... take it as a compliment right?" and sip the energy drink. "Also I haven't blown up another student in two years on accident." Very reassuring. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon shakes her head. "Okay, so it's a compliment, but still... well, this will just give me an excuse to make use of the present from Betsy's birthday." She nods to Hank and offers a smile, heading back towards the kitchen entrance. "I'll ask you about that in a bit, then. Just make sure nobody has to come see me the hard way?" She slips out the door with her plate of goodies, nibbling at first, but then scarfing down the chips on her way out. 
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8608/New Kids On The Block

2019-08-01T02:14:38Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' The building the meeting place was built up on had been rehabbed in its lower floors, a community center, classrooms, a little computer lab with aging tech and tired office chairs. Above, classrooms in mid-refurbishment. Some into meeting rooms, others into temporary dorm space. And above? Accessable either by fire escape or from above, off a taller building nearby was the playground of the ancient inner-city school. The playground is old fashioned, before people got worried about metal and wood hurting kids, and some of it shows signs of someone trying to replace parts. There's a huge jungle gym of strong, welded metal. There's a slide that someone's bent bars and hastily tied a bit of a swing seat to replace steps. There's swings (mostly broken, though one or two still sway in time with the dangling chains), and one of the push-powered merry-go-rounds that if you didn't hold onto the bars it'd throw you right off and into the basketball hoop area. There's even see-saws up here, though one was only a saw -- it was missing half the other board. I mean sure Gwen's Golden Retriever Friend picked this out as the meeting spot of choice, but it is pretty awesome. So Ghost Spider is considering making this her office for meetings like this. Which means when she contacted this new Spider through Peter's spider-net she picked this as the meeting spot. She is already there sitting on the jungle gym, legs dangling in slow kicks back and forth as she browses on her phone. 

:'''{{#var:7711|Miles Morales (7711)}} has posed:''' Aliens. Lasers. Curfews. New powers. It's been a week. Miles is taking to this lifestyle change about as well as can be expected. Maybe too well. So when he gets pinged by Ghost Spider on the Web? Well. He kind of does a little happy dance. In private. Infront of a mirror in his newer spider duds. Serious face, Miles. Out the window and into the night he goes! Running lower on web fluid, he keeps to a more sprinty-jumpy mode of travel across Brooklyn. Insanely familiar with his home neighborhood, Miles makes short work of the distance between them. Running full tilt down buildings, swinging when needed and gaining altitude faster and faster.... Miles nde up flinging himself a little too high. "Incomiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnggggg!" Spider-Senses? Is Miles immune to theirs? He doesn't know. What he does know is that he positively STICKS the landing. After flailing wildly, of course. He hits hard on booth feet, crouching low with arms spread wide. Black and red spider duds. Hoodie and Pumas. Stylin'. The swingset hums like a tuning fork from the impact. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Okay it would be very hard to ignore the incoming flailing spider-teen to be honest. Very hard. Yes he does not trigger her Spider Sense because he isn't a threat to her, which is how the Tingle really works if you aren't Silk. But she notices. When he lands hard like that (with flail) on the swingset she holds up eight fingers. "US Judge gives that an 8 on Super Hero landing, but the Russian judge... alas... " drops it to 4 fingers. "I like the style of your threads though, much better than Spider-Man 1.0's tired look." she is probably kidding, about poor Peter, but she does like the look. She has pretty new style too compared to Retro-Spider. 

:'''{{#var:7711|Miles Morales (7711)}} has posed:''' Feet burn from the landing but it fades fast. Broken bones would have been the outcome for anyone else. Assuming survival, of course. Remaining crouched there, Miles flips his hood back and rests both forearms across knees. Red fingers drumming lightly as he talks. The cheerful, ready smile almost audible in his greeting. "I'll take that on a technicallity. I might be super but I don't think I can claim hero cred yet." Smirking wryly, he tilts his head aside. Eyebrow arched upward ever so slightly. The mask isn't nearly as expressive as Pete's. "Thanks. Took some liberties with your style. Hope you don't mind." He says with a flick at his hood and a light laugh. "C'mon, he's not that outta the style running yet. Close. So... uh... Hi. We doing first names or code names?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "Well to be fair he may have mentioned your name to me. First name. I'm not sure he shared his with you so I am going to respect him on that one just in case unless you can name it." and yes this is also a test of a sort. "I go by Ghost Spider and maybe by the end of this I will give you my first name. Still deciding." She looks him over thoughtfully, the eyes of her mask narrowing, and yeah hers are as expressive as Peter's mask. "So did he help you with those threads.. I know he hooked you up with those old web shooters. Also I need to know where when and how you actually got bit by a spider that could do this." yeah she has some worry and guilt there, because well she is worried it might be one of the ones she made considering the timing. If not that means someone else is doing the research she is, which isn't good either. All bad there. 

:'''{{#var:7711|Miles Morales (7711)}} has posed:''' "Heh. Then Miles it is. I'm still workshoping hero names and... ugh. It's a nightmare." A flippant wave of the hand dismisses the naming conventions he's been struggling with. When quizzed, he tells the truth. Bluntly. "He didn't tell me his name but I've got it narrowed down between Flash Thompson and Peter Parker." With the information that Peter offered either willingly or not, Miles did some homework. Year books, by lines and more narrowed it down. He shakes his head and holds up a hand in polite refusal. "You don't have to tell me your name. You don't -have- to do anything. You don't owe me a thing, Ghost Spider." Standing up straight, Miles smooths a hand down his chest before casually walking the length of the swing set. They both know how easy that is. "Nope. My own design. I took some details from you, Spidey and Scarlet. Web shooters have been a real kick. Making my own is going to be tough though." Miles pauses at that last question. Brows furrowing and arms crossing over his chest sternly. "I don't think I even told -him-. Why do you wanna know? It was a spider bite, isn't that enough?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "Hero names are a pain in the ass.. big mood." she kicks her legs as she sits there. "I'm going with Ghost Spider for now.. Spider-man hates it... but Spider-Woman is an older Avenger so newp that won't work." Gwen doesn't show any reaction to the Flash and Peter business but she does ask. "So why do you think it is either this Flash Thompson or Peter Parker?" curious really. "Also I know I don't owe you but I may give you as much as someone else give me once I have your measure. Don't worry I won't feel peer pressured." she wobbles her hand "I should get you fabric for your suit, I made mine from a special high-tensile thread that makes it ...very strong. Not quite bullet proof but it prevents wearing tatters and loses your identity. Also my webshooters are better than his so may be able to help you when you work on your own... do you think you can build a pair.. it isn't an easy engineering trick." eyes peer narrowed. "As for the spider well... ordinary spiders don't do this. They are very specific spiders. Mutagenic and irradiated. Only one line of research threads through their creation and I still think they would kill most people they bit. I am... eh fuckit .. I want to know if I did this to you somehow." she sounds worried. 

:'''{{#var:7711|Miles Morales (7711)}} has posed:''' "This would all be so much easier if we were lightning themed." Miles deadpans while taking a knee to re-tie his shoe. "Or elemental in general. Spider terms get weird fast. Kid Arachnid? Ugh." He chuckles softly before he stands back up. Hopping off the side, Miles catches the bar and dangles by two fingertips. Free hand searching for his phone. "Timelines synch up. Teachers. That kind of thing. Probably another test." He says with a bemused smirk. Looking up to Gwen, he sounds genuinely surprised. "That's bullet proof? This is, like... Spandex. Sweat wicking. Not at all bullet proof. Super jealous right now, not going to stretch the truth there." Lifting his feet, Miles plants both bright red Pumas on the underside of the swingset bar. Standing upside down as he checks a text. "I won't know until I try. Going to see if I can 3D print them. The webbing though? Woooooow. Didn't know you needed a degree in chemical engineering to be a super hero. Does Superman have a bachelors in Animal Husbandry?" The worry in her tone diffuses Miles and his initial paranoia. "What? Why would you do this?! No, no, no. I got bit almost a year ago. I've been trying to keep this all low key. Heck, I didn't even -want- these powers but, you know, here we are. It had a number on it. Did yours?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen wiggles her hand "I said not quite bulletproof. It is sturdy and doesn't cut as easy. So slashing resistant I suppose. It isn't just Spandex though so I can help with that." she pauses "I mean .. I deeply recommend dodging bullets personally but low enough caliber and it might not penetrate depending on range.... still.. dodging. Always be dodging." "Does Superman have an animal sidekick I don't know about.. and to be frank my advanced degree in science does help a hell of a lot with this gig since I don't have Tony Stark on speed dial. The fluid cartridges are a choice, there are other ways of doing the webbing." another hand waggle. She sounds amused there again. "All the spiders have numbers on them Miles." she admits watching his reaction. "I mean how else do you keep track of experiments... I imagine anyone else trying to recreate this research also did that though.. it may not be one of the ones from the lab.... but.. some did get out." and Gwen has no idea how they got out, she isn't an idiot at work. Hers was during feeding accident after all. 

:'''{{#var:7711|Miles Morales (7711)}} has posed:''' "Not quite is more than not at all." Miles is quick to add. He pockets his phone, it falls out of the pocket into a palm. Oh. Right. Upside down. "I haven't been shot so far. Really, really trying to keep that hot streak going but if you want to lend me some of that fabric? I'll be pink and white all night every night if it means not bleeding out on a Burger King sign." "He might, I don't know Superman. Met Power Girl though." Nice name drop, Miles! Shrugging out of his hoodie, he whips it up and around the swingset pole to hang there while he paces under Gwen. The other web options will definitely be a topic he pesters her more about but for now? He's more intent on the spider bite issue. He sighs. Heavily and defeated but spilling the beans regardless. If you can't trust a masked vigilante, who can you trust? "Ahhhhhhhh... okay. I got bit at my uncles place. I don't know where that funky spider came from but it had a 42 on it. Didn't survive. Found it smooshed, like... three days later." Crouching -up-, he knocks on the beam. Knuckles pinging hollow metal. "Hey. If it was one of yours? No big deal, right? I'm not dead. Heck, I'm better than not dead. Probably." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen considers that and well it could all be someone else's research right. "But... how would it get out of the building to someone's apartment." yeah she still sounds worried. "Did you keep the body. I'd very much like to see it if you did." such worry. "And.. yeah true.. I am glad you didn't die. I didn't die either which is good. Despite the name Ghost Spider." right side, find the bright side Gwen. "As for the fabric.. I could probably get you the threading in your colors if you can turn it into a suit.. if not maybe just get you the fabric in your colors to mod into a suit." Gwen stays still other than the feed swinging, watching Miles pace. 

:'''{{#var:7711|Miles Morales (7711)}} has posed:''' "I still don't have answers for that. Wish I did. Not being evasive, Ghost. I just don't know." He also doesn't yet know of his Uncle's own alternate identity and nightlife as the Prowler. Which is likely both good and unfortunate. "No, I didn't. After the bite, I was more freaked out than curious. I flushed it." Miles says with a heavy sigh. "Not the smartest thing I've done but I didn't want my dad to find out. Funny now that I think of it." He chuckles softly and nods in agreement. "Glad we didn't die too." Brow arched under the black fabric, Miles almost hesitantly agrees to her fabric offerings. "I'd realy, really appreciate it. I'll get you, like... an edible arrangement or something. You like melon or pineapple?" Phone shrieking an alarm ring tone, Miles swings around the pole to snatch up his jacket. "Oh crap! I forgot! Look, I have to run. Group project and I do Not wanna be the guy that was never there! Everybody hates that guy." Tugging on the hoodie, Miles prepares to depart. Clearly in a frantic hurry. All that energy. Tragic. "Hey. Meet here again? Soon. Promise. Gotta gooooooo!" Thwip!! And off he goes! 
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8596/Artistic Criticism

2019-07-31T05:27:04Z

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|Date of Scene=2019/07/31
|Location=Manhattan Rooftop
|Synopsis=Despite working for the government, Bucky draws all over the walls. Felicia makes off with a glowstick. Gwen can't shake the feeling she knows that darn cat.
|Cast of Characters=229,118,40
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:229|Winter Soldier (229)}} has posed:''' So, being up on a rooftop around about sunset isn't maybe the smartest thing, especially considering the whole Sentinel chaos going on around the city. But then, this is a guy who spent years following Steven Rogers around, trying to defend him in the fights he got into, so common sense was apparently at a premium when it comes to kids born in Brooklyn during WW I. It's even less smart when you've got a decently bright light source there. Not a lantern, but a bright white glowstick, military grade, stuck into a holder that lets most of the light be covered, but some directed. In its gleam, there's a man working hastily on a mural, sketching something in chalk with rapid strokes. The wall's hardly virgin territory - if a blank wall is reachable, the street artists of New York will use it as a canvas. But he's covered enough of the tideline of random tags and sketches for the shape of the work to become clear: a big, stylized black cat, back arched Halloween style, complete with shining green eyes. The artist himself looks like a youngish man, long, dark hair bound back in a ponytail. He's clad in old black fatigue pants, a gray t-shirt....and the metal arm is covered by a cloth sleeve, more or less pale flesh-toned, and a black leather glove. It doesn't really pass for the genuine article at close range, it's more the kind of thing that a cop or EMT might wear to cover a sleeve tattoo, but at least it hides the metallic gleam of the arm. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Bucky isn't the only person out there at sunset at the skyline level. Admittedly everything about doing this these days with the Sentinel Chaos is not wrong. It is kind of crazy to be flying or swinging around the city and bringing attention to yourself. Not that sense has stopped Gwen from taking her new gifts and turning them into a side gig of vigilantism and swinging around the city like a crazy lady stopping crime in a spider themed costume. Even if it is an awesome costume. Bucky isn't hard to notice with the light, even if it focused, and yes indeed that looks to be a large cat mural. So Gwen swings hard up and does a little flip before landing on the edge of the building, crouched in bit of a superhero pose. Then straightens. "So are you a huge cat fan or is there something more to this.. because it definitely takes work to get up this high and draw.. also chalk is an odd choice.. most use spray paint." white spider eyes of her mask wide. 

:'''{{#var:229|Winter Soldier (229)}} has posed:''' At the peripheral motion of a swinging body landing, he's turning with a grin on his face, green chalk still in his right hand. Apparently he expected to meet someone there....someone who might arrive in just that manner. "Hey, there you a-" But the smile fades into puzzlement, the hand falling, the scrap of chalk landing in the gravel of the rooftop. "Uh," he says, eloquently. "You're not the black cat I was looking for. You're a spider, I take it." Not one he's met before, though. He's heard of them, met one....A glance back at the mural. "It's not intended to be permanent. Rain can wash it away." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "I figured not permanent.. more a temporary message to someone who responds well to Black Cats I suppose." she cocks her head to the side studying Bucky now. "I mean last time I saw something like this a golden retriever was trying to setup a meetup with me." pause "Don't ask." Another pause. "So yeah definitely not the Black Cat you are looking for. Does she swing through the sky or fly... I have not met a flying cat before. Yet." she is definitely new spider and a girl spider at that. Definitely a better costume than Spider-Man. "Or was this a love letter?" pause "Does it involve Witches?" 

:'''{{#var:229|Winter Soldier (229)}} has posed:''' He was totally going to ask...she can see him suppress the question, lips tight, eyes bright with amusement. "That's the name she goes by. And yeah, she kinna...." The now-chalkless hand describes the swooping arc made by spiderfolk and catwomen transiting rooftop to rooftop by hook and line. "No, not a love letter. I like her just fine, but I'm not in love with her. I guess it kinna does, because she keeps company with a sorcerer, or so she says. Uh, you don't know any of the other spider people, do you? Like the guy in the red and blue outfit?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen is well aware of the desire to ask, I mean Golden Retrievers using chalk, there is a story there right. "A Black Cat with a Sorcerer... I would have totally lost a bet on this person being associated with a Witch instead you know." slow headshake. "Also yeah Soider-man, I go by Ghost Spider.. .there are like .. four of us.. I mean five of us if you count Spider-Woman but she is a Avenger and doesn't really belong to the Spider Vigilante club." a shrug. 

:'''{{#var:229|Winter Soldier (229)}} has posed:''' He knows a Golden Retriever that uses chalk. It's the one in the flag-suit with the shield. "Right?" says Buck, with a grin. "I mean, it'd make sense. Some kind of sense. Ghost Spider, then. And there're more....I thought Spiderman was an Avenger, too," he says, mildly. "Anyhow, pleased to meetcha, Ghost Spider. I'm James." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' The one Gwen knows has a whole lot more fur and ears that scream for ear ruffles. Still super strength like the one Bucky knows. Ghost Spider starts to meander and pace on the edge of the roof now. "I think the Avengers would probably call Spider-Man an Intern not a member.. I mean if you had ever met him you would understand." it seems like good natured quips though. 

:'''{{#var:229|Winter Soldier (229)}} has posed:''' At that, Buck laughs. It's not malicious, not even unkind....but there's clearly recognition there. "Yeah, I've met him," he admits, still grinning. "And....'intern' is a good word for it. It's gotta be goddamned weird to be like....have superpowers but.....not, uh, particularly know what to do about anything." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen pauses in her pacing and looks over at James and cocks her head. Those eyes on her mask actually widen a small bit there, somehow expressive. Good technology that. "Wait you've met Spider-man?" then she listens to the description. "Well I mean.. intern yes but Spidey has a good idea of what to do with his powers. Contrary to the Bugle he is good people and uses his gifts very responsibly to help the city." okay she has to defend her best friend there a bit. "How did you meet him?" 

:'''{{#var:40|Black Cat (40)}} has posed:''' Up on the rooftop, reindeer -- no, definitely not reindeer, not between the chalk-wielding, glowstick-bearing cyborg-wannabe and the member of the Spider-clan unknown to Felicia. The Cat herself is still a building or two over, tucked into the shadow of a radiator, and she's allowing herself one hell of a satisfied grin. The art is...immensely gratifying -- attention attracting and complimentary all at once. A shame it appears to be of chalk at this distance. Her graceful, parkour-esque approach is as stealthy as she normally manages when the Winter Soldier is involved. Whether or not she can fool a Spider is another matter entirely, though she has the dubious claim to startling poor Peter on a regular basis. Her landing on the rooftop is silent and she slowly rises from her crouch in her usual sinuous grace. The pale fur of her black catsuit flickers in the light puft of a breeze passing by. Those jade-green eyes, stylized in the artwork, slide from it and to Bucky. "Aw, shucks, soldier -- you know how to compliment a girl." Her confidence oozes in the purring statement. Gwen gets a more chary look and a circled, claw-tipped finger at her person. "And you...by the get-up...must be of Spidey's entourage." 

:'''{{#var:229|Winter Soldier (229)}} has posed:''' Wait until she hears Peter's opinion of James. "I've met him, yeah," he says. He's standing with the mural at one side, looking at the Spider. "And...." The rest of the story is lost in Felicia's appearance, and he looks over to face her. "There you are," he says, with that grin. If he's startled (yes, he is) he doesn't show it. Then he jerks his human thumb at the Cat. "That's who I thought you were, at first." Back to Felicia herself, "I thought that might have a chance of snagging your attention." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Well Black Cat meant no danger to Gwen so the Gwen Tingles, aka Spider Sense, did not go off blaring so she is a bit startled by the sneaky cat being sneaky. She pivots and watches Black Cat for a long moment, the whites of her costumes eyes big and then looks back to the chalk mural. After a moment she looks back to Black Cat "Well the likeness is in the eyes but she has less fur." quippy. "Also for the record Spidey is in my entourage." she mmms "I take it you have met him as well ... dang he gets around. Also into trouble and in over his head sometimes." her masks eyes squint a bit as she studies Black Cat. Something there. 

:'''{{#var:40|Black Cat (40)}} has posed:''' Felicia looks between the two others with a small parting of her lips, curiosity surely piqued. The Soldier must have had something to tell her, but this other Spider-person is novel and, frankly, intriguing. Peter's told her nothing about this one. "Spidey's in...//your// entourage. Hmm." There's a musical lilt to the musing, as if she doesn't quite believe this new Spider-person. Her eyes slide back to Bucky and there's the absolutely charming red-red curl of her lips at him. "You have a glowstick out for me: how sweet. Did you have something to ask me, sugah?" A subtle shimmy to her shoulders does accent the deep vee of her suit. 

:'''{{#var:229|Winter Soldier (229)}} has posed:''' "I'll have to keep practicing," Buck retorts, with a grin. "Her expression generally isn't that hostile, either." A quick glance between them. "Wanted to make sure you were all right, with the Sentinel stuff going on," he explains. "So, wait....you both know Spiderman, but you don't know each other?" He looks back to Felicia, "What, you new on the job?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Ghost Spider continues to stare at Black Cat with those squinted mask eyes there, long and hard. "Okay no." she pauses and then notes "The laws of physics and mathematical probability are so borked I can't even imagine how this could be a thing." she just shakes her head and looks at Bucky once more. "Just no." Okay to be fair Gwen is a bit muffled with her mask but she isn't using any fancy Batman voice modulator or anything. The head turns to squint at Black Cat again then looks at Bucky. She is staring at Bucky. "Ahrm. What you seem to know Spidey and I don't know you outside you send her messages in art form and are a Soldier.... how do you know Spidey?" accusing quip to James now. 

:'''{{#var:40|Black Cat (40)}} has posed:''' The Cat settles more comfortably into her hips-akilter stance, her palms resting comfortably on her hips a la Jessica Rabbit. "Unless Spidey and his friends interrupt me, I don't have time to figure out who's who in their fan-club of spandex and silly-string." Felicia's smile aimed at Ghost Spider is //just// this side of friendly in her teasing; an edge of malicious intent lingers regardless, as if she might test Gwen's mettle somehow. "But a check-in on little old me? Aw, shucks, soldier." Bucky gets a winsome flutter of her lashes in his direction. "I'm not interested in crossing paths with those robots. Those ambulating tin-cans for others to worry about. But, I do have a question for you...if you can spare a little of your time," she says, tone insinuating the off-chance for trouble. 

:'''{{#var:229|Winter Soldier (229)}} has posed:''' Winter Soldier lifts a finger in admonishment. "I *was* a soldier. I'm not now." This is not strictly true, even if his status on the Army's books is very ambiguous indeed. "And I was visiting the one Avenger I know and happened to run into Spiderman there. It wasn't.....it didn't go well." Cue Buck's utter lack of apparent contrition. "A'right," he says to Felicia. "Glad to know they're not bothering you. What's the question?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Ghost Spider points an accusatory finger at Felicia there. "Why would we be interrupting you to begin with?" there is a note of suspicion there as she paces a few steps around getting a better look at Black Cat now from the front. "Also the 60s pin-up wannabe shouldn't be speaking about anyone else's choices in costuming." She is really having a hard time shaking a gut feeling about Felicia at this point. She will definitely be following up on this. "Which Avenger do you know James?" 

:'''{{#var:40|Black Cat (40)}} has posed:''' Even with the geometric lines of her black domino hiding portions of her face, the Cat manages an absolutely disdainful eyebrowing in the direction of Ghost Spider. "You should wear more green. It's a good color on someone this jealous." She even winks at Gwen unashamedly. "So -- mister not-a-soldier." Felicia gives him a knowing, humoring squint, her lips still quirked. "We've established you know //everybody//. How well do you know the Asgardians...?" 

:'''{{#var:229|Winter Soldier (229)}} has posed:''' The first question he was kind of braced for, and Buck's looking to Gwen with a smile when the second one hits. That one....has him looking back, expression gone wary. Then there's a quick volleying of looks between them, before he says to Gwen, simply, "Steve Rogers." Oh, so he's *that* James. But Fel gets a frankly suspicious look. "I don't know any of 'em well. Why?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Clickity Click. Well okay that makes more sense now. "I see. Is he actually as wholesome as he appears to be on TV?" Then Gwen's attention turns to Black Cat. "Hey at least my outfit has color that pops instead of all black and depressing, like your humor." "Though god damnit you remind me of someone..." yeah it is eating at Gwen. She fishes out a phone from a very clever pocket and texts, fingers working the phone. 

:'''{{#var:40|Black Cat (40)}} has posed:''' Gwen gets a proper squint now alongside a pursing of those red-red lips. "You have no idea who I am, don't get it into your head that you do. Geez. You're about as funny as opening a box of Lucky Charms and finding someone ate all of the marshmallows." A sniff and the Ghost Spider with her phone is dismissed once more -- mostly; Felicia keeps the Spider-person's form in her peripheral vision just in case. "Everybody knows Thor, right? He's big, he's blond, he's got that bod -- mmmfff." Hey, Cat calling it like it is. "But you know what...? His brother doesn't get nearly the same amount of coverage. Granted, I think the guy can't decide whether or not he likes being in the shadow or the spotlight, but man, when he puts on a fluffy shirt like something out of a Renaissance Harlequin novel, he's not half-bad either. But he's still an asshat. You know this guy?" Of course, the thief is referencing none other than Loki Odinson. 

:'''{{#var:229|Winter Soldier (229)}} has posed:''' She'll get it. Even Googling Steve Rogers and James will bring up Steve's wikipedia entry. This is the 'dead' friend....somehow alive and here. Or his doppelganger. Buck gives her a worried glance. But then Fel's discussing the Asgardians. "That's....I thought he had several brothers," he says. "I know he's got way more family than has come to Middle Earth, or whatever it is they call where we live here." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' There is a huh then a hrrrn noise as Gwen works the phone and then tucks it back into the pocket. Very clever pockets because a woman designed this costume and pockets are the holy grail. "Probably several. I mean isn't he related to a giant wolf and a six legged horse?" ignoring the lucky charm comment there. "Also Thor's bod has nothing on Captain Americas." 

:'''{{#var:40|Black Cat (40)}} has posed:''' "Mmm..." Felicia lifts a hand from one hip to wiggle it back and forth. "I dunno. Captain America's kind of built like a dorito. Don't get me wrong, he's nice to look at -- but you haven't met Thor." A little sigh is appreciative and then the Cat's back on track. "I'm specifically referencing the one who likes to yank everybody's chain. You know...the Trickster one." She gives Barnes a more searching look now. 

:'''{{#var:229|Winter Soldier (229)}} has posed:''' "I've encountered him, a time or two," he says....and then there's the chirp of a phone going off. Turns out even this antique has a smartphone. He pulls it out of a pocket, the blue glow illuminating his face, and he sighs. "And I gotta go. That's a recall." What, like car parts? He, apparently, didn't arrive by thread or rope....he walked up the stairs. Because he turns for the door that leads to the lower stories. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Ghost Spider nods to James "Nice meeting you James notASoldier." and then she pivots on her heel and points at both her masks eyes with two fingers and then one finger at Black Cat. "Watching you Kitty Kat." she seems to be preparing to leave. "And I swear you sound like someone I know." just to spike the earlier insult about not knowing her. 

:'''{{#var:40|Black Cat (40)}} has posed:''' "Hey -- wait, come on -- !!!" There goes her answer, all because someone's got a hand on the other end of his leash. Felicia lets out a quiet sound of frustration and cross her arms beneath her chest. Gwen gets another arched brow. "You don't know me!" It's an incredibly petulant response, yes, and turning on her heel, she quickly stoops to snatch up the glowstick. "This is mine," she adds fumingly, pointing the bright stick at the Spider-person. Turning on her heel, the Cat then makes to depart as well, her question having been not answered to her satisfaction. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "Don't I?" needling Felicia as she scoops up the glowstick and moves to leave. Of course she turns and fires a webline >thwip> and then running while gathering up the slack leaps into the sky not afraid of gravity with the tether to a taller building. Swinging away. 
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8554/She Blinded Me With Science

2019-07-29T00:37:09Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/07/28
|Location=Rooftop in NYC
|Synopsis=Theories are swapped. Cookies are stolen. A plan is made.
|Cast of Characters=8130,96,118
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:8130|Pippi (8130)}} has posed:'''     The building the meeting place was built up on had been rehabbed in its lower floors, a community center, classrooms, a little computer lab with aging tech and tired office chairs. Above, classrooms in mid-refurbishment. Some into meeting rooms, others into temporary dorm space. And above?     Accessable either by fire escape or from above, off a taller building nearby was the playground of the ancient inner-city school. The playground is old fashioned, before people got worried about metal and wood hurting kids, and some of it shows signs of someone trying to replace parts. There's a huge jungle gym of strong, welded metal. There's a slide that someone's bent bars and hastily tied a bit of a swing seat to replace steps. There's swings (mostly broken, though one or two still sway in time with the dangling chains), and one of the push-powered merry-go-rounds that if you didn't hold onto the bars it'd throw you right off and into the basketball hoop area. There's even see-saws up here, though one was only a saw -- it was missing half the other board.     It was here that Pippi had met up with Gwen last time, and the backpack-totting mutant dog comes up the fire escape, bending up a corner of the fence to access the roof. The bottom of the fence is slightly crimped from all the bending it's had to do -- but no one was supposed ot be up here. It was locked from inside access by a padlock on the inside of the building, and on the outside?     Well, that's where the other half of the see-saw was now acting as a barrier. 

:'''{{#var:96|Donatello (96)}} has posed:'''     Donnie was above, rooftop hopping his way along, but letting Pippi do as she pleased, the Purp Turp was crouched in shadow, watching to make sure the younger mutant was safe, but also because of the texting that had gone on abut meeting up.     Who was Doctor Spider? What'd they have to do with Pippi? What could they do for Nemean? All just questions for now and Donnie was resigned to try and get info in person, and not let Leo do it - too serious and no head for the science. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' A dark object curves out of the sky wide of the building at first and then as the arc of the curve closes getting closer by the second. At some point Ghost Spider lets go of the web line and lets momentum do the rest sailing her towards the building. When she gets close enough one can start to make out the white and pinks of her costume, and the brilliant flash of blue of her 'shoes' She snags the jungle gym mid fall and torques through a flip back up into the air before landing perched on top of it, super hero pose! All in all a pretty impressive entrance. Behind the mask Gwen is mostly pleased someone actually texted her back and presumably Pippi isn't in too much trouble. 

:'''{{#var:8130|Pippi (8130)}} has posed:'''     Pippi is not in trouble. She does, however, have an escort -- since she was trying to be helpful around the lair -- and as she also didn't have a head for the science, but did have a knack for making friends and getting numbers (which is a weird innate Dog skill?) she tagged along so that no one would get extra chores for heading up . She takes a deep breath as she watches the incoming USS -- Unidentified Sailing Spider! -- and then relaxes realizing it's Ghost Spider.     Her tail gives a wag, her ears pricking up as she sees Gwen's arrival, and motions to Donnie.     "Hi, Ghost Spider!" she excitedly squeaks out. 

:'''{{#var:96|Donatello (96)}} has posed:'''     When Gwen enters and lands... and Pippi points him out (sense of smell Donnie... jeez) Donatello stands and hops down to where he can be better scene, light as a leaf despite being as massive as he is.     "Wow, you're not... like not a spider at all. I thought there'd be this big translucent arachnid thing that'd be all 'hiss! beware the mighty spider!' but... No you look like... Well." the tall turtle pauses and grins, scratchy voice silencing. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen slides from the superhero landing to sitting on the top of the jungle gym looking down to Pippi and Donnie now. Her head tilts but she greets Pippi "Hey Pipster. I was worried you guys would never like text or call or anything." Then she bounces her attention, the white eyes of her mask actually widening at the thought, some tricky mechanics going on there. "Well to be fair that was definitely a possibility when the mutagenic radioactive spider bit me ... all arms and tons of eyes and all that...." she shakes her head. "Instead I got to keep looking like me but got the proportional strength and abilities of a spider... much better deal I think really." she pauses "Which turtle are you again.. purple.." trying to remember way back to the docks introduction. 

:'''{{#var:8130|Pippi (8130)}} has posed:'''     "He's Donatello. He's the sciencey-one." Pippi makes introductions, and then motions to Gwen from Donatello's view. "The Ghost Spider, she's... a good friend." she trails off a moment, and gives a smile, then rubs the back of her head before she hops up to oneo f thel ower rungs of the jungle gym.     "An' sorry, I'm bad at calling... aaand texting. But when I explained to Leo that you're a friend and were also worried about Cody, he gave Donnie the OK to call up as long as there's not discussion of boo--" she begins, and then her jaw snaps shut, her ears turning back, and she purses her lips "oooster seats. I don't like short jokes." 

:'''{{#var:96|Donatello (96)}} has posed:'''     Giving an innocent smile to Pippi's trail-off, Donnie nods a bit, "So you have mutagen experience too, and you can call me Donnie as well, ok?" he pulls out a bit of hand-crafted tablet tech, "So you were mentioning a possible means of reverting Cody to normal - were you basing hypothesis perhaps around a cellular retro-negation of new-DNA code?" head canting to the side as he taps something with a stylus "I was thinking that it may be a possible, and safer, rout to engage regression by turning mutated cellular structure into a recessive." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen kicks her feet a little bit there and considers. "I do want to help Agent Cody... not sure how I can help if he is brainwashed but I do think I can help on the science." she squints expressively despite the mask at the trail off and short jokes comment. That seemed halted. When Donnie starts to talk science she nods "Donnie it is, I guess Ghost works... ' she considers that then nods. "I have a masters in biochemistry focused on genetic engineering, my spider got out and bit me .. was working on trying to incorporate spider traits.. the beneficial ones.. into people to help cure diseases and save people. I guess it worked but it is way way too early for any clinical trials though it is building on a decade of research." "As for how to help Cody... big maybe on that. I think if we want any chance to do it I need some baselines. We need a sample of the mutagenic catalyst, his current blood, and his old blood. Luckily he was a federal agent and I know they run a wide variety of blood tests now a days and profiles so I think I can get his gene sequence with a bit of effort.. so we really need the other two things. That would be the easiest. Making a broad spectrum reverse or retromutagen would be possible with just a sample of the catalyst and a whole lot of work. Retro-negation is more likely to work that way if we can't do it the cleaner way.. but there are risks of doing a broad spectrum retro-mutagen." she pauses looking at you both. "Ripe for abuse which I do not want... but that path would benefit with a stockpile of information from whomever is making it's computers I bet.... that stuff is ridiculously advanced and powerful." 

:'''{{#var:8130|Pippi (8130)}} has posed:'''     Pippi is glad her slip-of-the-tongue is overlooked, and as she sits and listens to the science talk, she keeps her ears pricked, listening to a good point to interject -- but there really isn't. The two nerds are talking shop.     So she takes out a packet of nutter butter cookies and watches the two. 

:'''{{#var:96|Donatello (96)}} has posed:'''     Nodding at that, making notes, Donnie comments "My thoughts exactly. I like being who I am, broad spectrum would have some serious detrimental affects on myself and some others. Federal agents are also asked to donate blood so that they have an emergency source that doesn't have to by type matched, so if you can find his home office then you'll find a couple of blood bags for him, best possible source for his original DNA..." Nodding to himself, Donnie's brow knits as he runs some calculations.     "He fights us a lot, when he sees us. If we can get him a blood nose we can get his current DNA too." Pippi's slip wasn't unnoticed, and Donatello got a good look. Gud GAWD he got a look, and a glance is shot to Pippi with a 'you were holding out' sort of expression before he is back to nerding.     "I was thinking of a concentrated sedative as well, to help us get close. He's extremely durable, but I wonder if that's only skin and not something protecting against a neurotoxin that could induce sleep..." he pauses. "Have you dealt with him yet, Ghost?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen looks over and aims and thwips one cookie out of Pippi's hands, just a small web shot and yoink leaving the rest. She peels her mask up to her nose revealing regular girl skin underneath not spider and pops the cookie in her mouth. "I was thinking just his lab results but if they donate blood so they don't need to scramble for donors even better. He was based out of the NYC Field Office so I could do a little B&E and probably get ahold of it." she kicks her feet idly still, and yes she is model levels of hot really since she does do modeling on the side for extra cash at times. "I haven't but I am .. really durable and I can yeet an armored car if I try hard so I imagine I can take a lion..." she may be in for a surprise. "I can definitely work up with the right supplies a sedative... though shooting it into his nose or down his throat may be best there." 

:'''{{#var:8130|Pippi (8130)}} has posed:'''     Pippi was holding about about Gwen, yes, because it's not the shape of their booty but the shape of a heart that attracts a dog -- OK, and how much affection they can give. And besides, Pippi has a crush, just doesn't know what it is yet, and butts don't matter.     She was about to nomf the cookie, catching Donnie's look and giving a helpless sort of shrug, thinking the look is over her delicious cookies while the nerds talk about blood and science, and she was about to nomf the cookie when -- THWIP.     ... the cookie is gone. Her ears draw forward and down, sad Pippi, and she takes out another cookie. As she looks it over, she pipes up with:     "Ah... Cody kinda knows who he is. Alopex an' him had a good conversation in an alleyway where we were just kinda chilling and being all calm. I think 'cause he's not used to having a good sniffer yet that works out in our favor, but he's also got claws, an' he's *big*...."      Pippi looks at her free hand. "... and really heavy." 

:'''{{#var:96|Donatello (96)}} has posed:'''     "Well I would think a concentrated aerosol would be just fine. Or something in a smoke pellet form - that would help as well." Donnie watches the webbing go, head canting to one side.     "You got spinnerets when you mutated, but no extra limbs?" he allows himself a moment to wonder, staring at Gwen's hands. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen peels back her mask and tucks it in a pocket, half sticking out. Look, pink dip dye hair and well she trusts Pippi enough and not like the turtle is going to publish this in the bugle as secretive as they seem to be. "I could probably figure out a delivery mechanism up his snoot then..." she peels back her glove exposing very clever webshooters. "Not so much, figured out how to make a web fluid.. organic so it breaks down later and using some tech from oscorp and hammer and others made web spinners that actually pull from the moisture in the air so I don't run out of fluid. Can .. eh like 120lbs per square millimeter actually tensile strength.. I'm proud of them." 

:'''{{#var:8130|Pippi (8130)}} has posed:'''     "See, Donnie? Ghost's a badass. /And/ super smart." Pippi states from her perch on the gym, her tail wagging against the metal a moment as she munches another cookie. 

:'''{{#var:96|Donatello (96)}} has posed:'''     "And clearly a total fox. So... you know. The perfect woman." Donatello nods "I don't suppose you could... like... let me see the blueprints? I can totally hook you up with smoke cloud materials." Eyes on the slingers, clearly interested to see how he could incorporate the tech into his own works. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Turns that last bit into a joke "I'm pretty sure Alopex is the total fox." she taptaps her fingers on her costumed leg in a drumroll beat. She is actually really on rhythm for that. "I could probably let you see the schematics for the moisture condensors but don't go trying to patent them or make a billion dollars or I will dunk you in the Hudson." she seems to be teasing about that really. "What are smoke cloud materials?" very curious now. 

:'''{{#var:8130|Pippi (8130)}} has posed:'''     Pippi looks... totally lost a moment as she glances to Gwen, and then back to Donatello.     "Ah... Donnie, no, Alopex's a fox. Ghost's a human. Humany-mutant. Type spidery person?" Pippi fades off a moment, but she listens to the two still, rubbing the back of her neck, her legs kicking out a bit as she fidgits. 

:'''{{#var:96|Donatello (96)}} has posed:''' ?Smirking at Gwen's turnabout there, Donatello nods. "You'll understand what we mean as we go. But this is a good start." the turtle makes more notes, looking between the two. "We can go from there - trade notes... especially if I can get a look at that webslinging tech." big eyes. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "I think that would be okay.. but I don't want to see any turtles swinging along shooting webs.. we already get a lot of negative press in the bugle even without that okay..." she plans to share the trick with moisture condensors from atmosphere but probably not the web formula itself. It is a clever way to deliver a lot of stuff though out of the slingers. She hops up to her feet then walks over with spider balance to give Pippi a hug on the canine mutant. "Spider Mutant Human works I guess." then she looks to Donnie. "I need to get rolling but I am glad we met.. I'll try to get the blood out of the FBI and we can start trading some notes on how to do all this." she gestures "Make with this smoke stuff you are trading." amusement as she reaches down and snags her mask and pulls it on. She wants to see what he means before she slings off. 

:'''{{#var:8130|Pippi (8130)}} has posed:'''     "Ee!" Pippi gives a squeak as Gwen drops down and delivers a hug to the canine. Pippi does not hug back, her tail and ears drooping in embarrassment a moment before her tail gives a wag, and she gives a wave to Gwen, hopping from her seat and stuffing the remainder of the nutter butters into her backpack as she gives a grin.     "Be safe out there, Ghost!" she bids the human farewell, and glances over to Donnie, giving a 'see she is super cool' nod to him. 

:'''{{#var:96|Donatello (96)}} has posed:'''     "Pip, see you back home." Donnie notes, winking at Pippi before he looks to Gwen "Ask and ye shall receive, my city rose!" Good old not smooth Donnie. His grabbing of the pellet is unseen, but only someone with Spider Senses and reflexes could catch the one underhand tossed to Gwen as another hits the ground at Donatello's feet, this one with the intent of it's actual use. The cloud of smoke around him is immediate, fraction of a second, and thick enough that he is blocked from sight.     Once it clears, or if one pokes about, he's gone. Ninja. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "Huh. Ninja smoke bombs..." she looks at the pellet in her hand which she indeed easily snagged without detonating it from the air. Spider reflexes. No Peter senses and being hit by a banana here. "See you Pips!" and then she runs and shoots a webline taking off with the momentum back into the night sky. "City rose.. heh.." well at least she seems amused not terrified right. 
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8368/Spider Drama Adventure Island

2019-07-26T02:13:45Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen is waiting for Peter on a rooftop near normal patrol routes. It is actually pretty easy to arrange training session or times to swap information now that they know they are actually good friends outside the mask. Honestly it is damn embarrassing it took them as long as it did, but disguising of voices and the sheer Ridiculousness of thinking your friend from High School and College is a Spider Person. The odds are just so stupid they break statistics after all. So tonight finds her drumming against her thigh as she sits on the edge of the roof, the sticks nimble in her hands as she practices the drum line to Face It Tiger muttering 'You got to face it tiger face it tiger..." as she lightly hammers out the beat her head in her hood and mask bopping along. "It's your last shot...." bop bop "You got to face it tiger face it tiger..." 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' Nevermind the fact he's put together a system for all of the spiders to communicate via the spider-web! The fact that they know each other, however, is a lot easier on breaking away from whatever he's doing to go see a ''friend'' rather than a ''colleague''. THWIP The web zips him forward from his high off sumersault into a low crouch roll near to where Gwen is waiting and singing unto herself along one of the various patrol routes they generally use to keep tabs on the city. All things considered, it's a pretty convenient system. "Hey, Gwen." Hopping up from his crouch and then onto the ledge with a little slink across his hand, he holds out a wrapped hogie sandwich in her direction. "Angelos." His voice... it sounds tired. His face, when he pulls off his mask and lays it beside him, LOOKS tired. Exhausted really. Haggard is actually a good word. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Spider-Web. The World Wide Web Crawler. The ... god this is just embarrassing. Still having what is probably a glorified telegram darkweb (hah) encrypted chat with Peter is totes valid. Not that she knows others are being recruited or rather found. The drumsticks are flipped to one hand nimbly, also she is sticky so doesn't fumble them or the sandwich when she catches it with her now free hand. "You sir may be canonized Saint Peter.. wait isn't there already a Saint Peter..." hmms "Patron saint of arachnids...." she trails off and studies him, pulling her mask up so she can take a bite of hogie. "You look more tired than I am.. which is saying something this week... what's up SpiderPal." 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' Peter has a second sandwich with him, which he unwraps with a quiet grunt in Gwen's direction before hammering down on it like there's a price in the middle and the first one there gets it. There were kind of words spread throughout, like ''no problem'' and ''I think, but I failed at theology''. It isn't until she asks about his being tired or, rather, hints at it, that he rubs his neck until he's done chewing and broaches the tale. "Ran into a couple new spiders.. one of them though. Silk.. that's her name.. she has... it's crazy, I don't even know how to explain it. We share a powerful thing.. in our spider senses.. it's.." He shakes his head and takes another bite, talking with his mouthful. ''eh'agen'' 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' There is a long slow pause. "Wait a minute." she stops eating and then stares at Peter as he keeps on eating and then talks with his mouth full and well she waits until he stops rambling with his mouth full. "More spiders. Like plural." she considers "I am pretty sure I caught my escapee lab subject.... and I doubt the spider that bit you could live this long... how the hell are there more spiders Peter?" "Also what do uyou mean you have a powerful thing in your spider sense... do you mean you have powerful tingles around her.. that is danger!" 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' Peter picks a piece of onion off the sandwich with his nose all wrinkled up, "I think I got your sandwich... I definitely said no onions." Not that's not going to eat it, just that it's going to complain about it the whole time. "Yeah." He says with a side glance at Gwen, "Two of them, at least. One of them is Silk, who - get this - got bit by the EXACT SAME SPIDER..." His eyes go all wide at her hands up in a ''how does that even make sense gesture'', hogie sort of wobbling around dangerously intent on spilling meat into the open air off the side of the roof. "Which is probably why we share the thing.. It's... so complicated." Turning back to look at both his hands around his sandwich. "It isn't that kind of tingling, Gwen.. not that kind of tingling at all." CRYPTIC. He takes another bite, but it's smaller and managable for eating with and talking at the same time. "Then there's Miles. Younger kid, you're going to like him.. rough though, no training at all. That'll be on me and you." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen watches the sandwich wobble precariously "I wondered why mine didn't have onions.." she muses quietly then wait the matter at hand. "Jesus Peter... the same spider. That is even stupider statistically than the fact we grew up friends and both got bit by different spiders years apart." she just boggles quietly worried sandwich of her own forgotten for the moment. "Okay if young kid.. Miles right.. is new and rough.. where the hell did he get bit by a spider.. there aren't that many of these things in the city. I mean I have all the old Oscorp research and as far as I know we made the only batch around right now and mine was a genetic lottery style fluke. I mean really." of course she doesn't know Prowler stole a spider capable of this, from, somewhere. God if he stole one of her research spiders and it nailed Miles she is going to feel bad. "Seriously. This is ridic and freaky and worrisome and.." and it finally catches up with her. "What kind of tingles?" 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "You're telling me." Peter doesn't bring his sandwich up for another bite, but does slides his hand back into his hair with his fingers spread like a comb. It's getting a little shaggy up there and the heat plus mask is making it kind of a mess on top. "We were there together. Same tour... which kind of narrows down who she is, but I figure you're going to find out eventually anyways." He comes just short of blurting it out because that wouldn't be appropo at all! Besides, there's a bite of sandwich to take. Which he does. So he can try not to think about Silk. Which does not work. "I didn't get into it with him... but I will. Or you can.. one of us will." Said with a half hearted shrug. A lot of the wind is knocked out of his sails. He also is not aware that Prowler stole a specimen, so it's a long storied tale! "The kind where I can tell you, in detail, precisely what she's doing right now?" He glances over at her, dark ring around his blood shot eyes. "And ... it's... like I get around her and things get really weird, Gwen. And it's not just me either... both of us. Like we're just drawn together to do stuff.. together.. stuff that is not okay for two people that only met two days ago." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "Just ugn." she really wonders about that damn field trip to OsCorp that day. "You know.. Irony. That field trip to Oscorp is one of the reasons I went into biochemistry and genetics.. ugn." She considers who Silk must be, maybe she needs to crack out a year book about it. It is kind of amusing how Peter gave away Miles name but is shielding Silk. "uuh." okay she is definitely not taking another bite of her sandwich now. She just stares at Peter as he explains the tingles that are not danger tingles. Peter tingles even. There is just much staring after that initial uhh. Then the scientist kicks in. "Like you guys are in heat?" 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "That damn field trip." Peter repeats with a grumble beneath his breath, eating the sandwich now almost like he's mad at it. Or taking out his existing, uncontrolled, feelings on something that can't fight back. The poor hogie. "Huh, it makes sense that you would, why not? Everything else happened because of it." His eyes go temporarily wide, "What if... oh god, what if the spider that bit Miles is a child of the spider that bit me... or.." The implications are horrifying. He can't even finish the thought for fear that he'll have wished it into existance. Instead he focuses on the implied and real dangers of his current situation with the OTHER new Spider. "Exactly like we're in heat.. which is why I'm so tired." Which sounds absolutely terrible... and he knows it immediately. "NOT for that reason! Trying to fight it. Because... like a dumb ass.. I let her move into my apartment." It's the same reason he hasn't revealed her identity, though. BUT TO BE FAIR, Miles told Peter who he was! So he would only feel a little bad if he realized he outed the kid. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "The spider that bit Miles is probably a recent spider using the Oscorp research. They couldn't really breed with other spiders and keep producing super spiders I am pretty sure Peter. They aren't really compatible species." she is pretty sure of that. Of course that means it is likely either someone stole one of her spiders or someone else is working on the same research. "Which is actually probably worse." she muses as she parses that out in her head. "We will definitely have to shake the kid down on how it happened." "Peter... if you two are like dogs in heat.. having her move in with you is probably like the stupidest thing you could do. You do realize that right. I mean... it is just a matter of time before something tingly happens." okay she can't entirely help razzing him, it is like old times. "So when do I get to meet these two new spiders?" 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' There's no way he doesn't know there's biologically a trillion other options aside from ''same spider babies'' to explain Miles' predicament. Pete just isn't thinking straight, likely from exhaustion. "I'm going to leave the genetic mumbo jumbo to you." The concepts make sense, once she explains them, but his area of expertise is definitely geared in a different direction. Like how astronomically insane the whole thing is. He also knows that is beyond stupid for him to be staying with Silk. He's not even trying to defend it, "I couldn't let her stay where she was and I didn't have a lot of options at the time. It was only a day ago." He explains with a little frown, pulling the wrapper up and over his sandwich since his appetite is all but gone. "Everytime I try to ... create space.. she gets mopey. She's been in a bunker for nine years... mostly alone. I do not think that's helping at all." He looks over at Gwen and shrugs a shoulder, "Soon, I think. I got the Kid on the spider-web... and Silk is just over at my apartment. Cooking dinner..." He looks in that direction, squinting. "Yup, she's looking at me. This really weird, I just need you to know that." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "Oh I know. Just when I thought our lives couldn't get any weirder... this is even weirder Peter." she takes a bite of her sandwich. "Maybe it will help when the rest of us meet her so she isn't so mopey and alone then." "Oh hey speaking of weird. My golden retriever mutanimal friend told me that the FBI agent I was working with to get to the bottom of the mutagen and Ninja clan behind all the coins that let crooks out of jail got captured by the Ninjas. They used the mutagen on him and turned him into a Black Lion named Nemean and he is a bad guy now." yup she just lets all that hand there. 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "I genuinely hope you're right because I'm getting close to the end of my willpower." Peter isn't being funny because it isn't funny. he's as close to scared as a Spider-Man can get, "What if... what if we're being drawn together to mate and give birth to the anti-spider-christ?" Okay, now he's being a ''little'' funny. "T.V. shows would tell me that's the case..." Anything to keep him from looking in the direction of his apartment and seeing that flash of fire through his spider-senses. Oh, there we go, that'll do. Thanks Gwen. "Well that's a mouthful." Said with a furrow and a glance, "So now there's a Black Lion, former FBI agent running around by the name Nemean, possibly working with the foot clan giving out coins to criminals like get out of jail free cards?" He repeats with a decisive up nod. "So you remember back in high school when it was just a dude in a Rhino costume?" "Those were the days." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "I know right.... with our luck it will be an actual mutant rhino guy next." and no she hasn't met BeBop and Rocksteady. Yet. "I told Pippi I would be willing to help her and the turtle mutants with science.. I figure if I can get blood samples I might be able to help Agent Cody with his lion problem. I am at least sure I can't hurt since he is already a big lion guy brainwashed into fighting his old friends." she pauses "I swear our life is an odd saturday morning cartoon show." then she continues "The Shredder... who names themselves that... is evidently making brainwashed mutant animal people who are enhanced.. maybe like us strong but different animals." "Is it bad I just want to make practice with my band and not have MJ worry why I had a cut on my face... oh.. reminds me.. I fought Stilt Man yesterday... what the hell is his deal?" 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "Huh.. Shredder.. mutant rhino guys.. turtles that need help with science." Peter shakes his head, then props it in his palms. His fingers run up along his scalp, speaking now into his hands. "If I can help, you let me know, huh? I've got a handle on the Saturday Morning Cartoon mythos by now.. so I probably wont even gawk at a talking turtle." He's just assuming they talk. How else would she communicate with them? Is that breaching political correctness? Assuming someone's communicative ability? It probably will be no wont it? Peter rolls his eyes at himself and rubs the back of his neck, "MJ? Wait..." That sounds crazy familiar, "..didn't she go to school with us? Wait, yeah, she lived next door to me. She's in your band?" So why doesn't he know her, amirite? Peter was a SUPER GEEK. Gwen has to remember that. "Huh, Stilt Man.. now there's a name I haven't heard in a while... I thought he knocked himself out walking through a low doorway and had to retire?" He didn't hear that at all. "If I had to guess, he was probably a really short guy in school. That or a circus preformer. I try not to make assumptions." Except about the communicative abilities of mutant Turtles. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "They all talk and have names and aren't people turned into animal mutants but animals turned into people mutants... god I want to look at their DNA." "Yeah our bands is the Mary Janes... we've done some modeling together and she was a year ahead of you in school... and yes she was that hot girl next door." she looks at him sidelong like she can't believe he struggled recalling that. I mean yes he was a super geek but still. "She is my best friend, you come see our band perform and you will run into her. If we don't explode due to my crazy life before we get a chance to make it big." "Stilt man was an idiot and almost made me miss a practice." she finishes her sandwich. 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "Hey, everybody has a thing." Peter says of the turtles and bats and.. salamanders? He doesn't know. His palm rubs into his eyes, but it has nothing to do with that at all. Weird as it also might be. "Yeah, Yeah.. I remember." Vaguely, but she's giving him that look like he should know unvaguely. "It's been a while okay? I've done some things since then..." A lot of things, but that's besides the point. "Obviously I'll come see your band. Just let me know when." As for Stilt Man, "If you're not late for a meeting or practice, you're barely a spider." 
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8349/Band Camp

2019-07-22T09:47:19Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Practice. Late for Practice. Damnit Gwendolyne Maxine Stacy why did you have to be late for band practice. Oh right she had to stop a really lame supervillain in a silver suit that called himself Stilt-Man from robbing a science lab. I mean for heavens sake his stupid super suit just was telescoping legs and he thought that it would be a good idea to go into a life of crime. Not that Gwen can say that to her bandmates when she bursts into the pretty much abandoned warehouse they use for their band practice. "I know.. I know... I'm late..." breathing hard from running the last bit after the costume change, and swinging her bag off her shoulder to get her drumsticks out. She looks more disheveled than usual. Also there is a cut on her cheek. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "- like it's all one word," MJ stands with her back to Gwen as she arrives, addressing the other gathered members of the band, "Like 'faceitti-GER' and you join in on the chorus - hey, Gwen." The Redhead holds up an apologetic hand to the rest of the band and turns to speak to Gwen. As she gets close, she holds up her hand in a conspiratorial stage whisper and says: "I was late too. Shoot ran way late. Magic hour my ass - hey! What happened to your face?" With no regard for personal space, MJ reaches out to take Gwen's chin in her hand and tilt her head so she can get a better look at the damage: "That's nasty. Sit down, I think I've got a first aid kid here somewhere ... " 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' God. Damnit. Stilt-Man. Still that had to be an impressive shot with his metal appendage to cut her through her costume, really it is more like the force split her cheek a bit than an actual laceration. "Uh." is her articulate oh crap now have to lie as MJ takes her chin and gets a better look. "I was hurrying and not paying attention and ran into a street pole like an idiot while checking my phone." she admits and adds a sheepish tone to boot. Damn lying to her friends actually feels like crap. "Ugn.. I hate when shoots go over time like that.. though I mean the lighting is better though right." she wiggles a drumstick at the keyboardist and lead guitarist "Hey Glory .. Betty" respectively. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "Well, at least tell me it was a text message worth almost mangling your face over," MJ chides, still eyeing the cut critically, "This could have almost been a scar, y'know. Science and discovery is all well and good, but if you eff up your moneymaker you're not exactly gonna be raking in the modelling jobs. Or, I don't know, maybe you will. They might need pirate models sometimes, right? Maybe you could be a 1930s gangster?" She dips into her bag, coming away with the first aid kit which she unzips and looks inside, "Okay, first disinfect and then bandaid ... " 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen puffs out her cheeks and then sighs and moves to sit on her drum stool while MJ goes into mama bear mode. She totes gives Betty a look of save me then turns back to MJ before she can come up from her bag with the kit. Look Gwen is holding still and submitting. "I bet this is going to sting too." pause "Also I will have you know I totally kicked that lightpoles ass." beat pause "Well okay no... and honestly the science day job still pays all the bills because so far modeling and the band don't pay pretty much any for me MJ. I'm not as successful as you at the modeling." which MJ very well knows. I mean Gwen is actually pretty darn good at it but not MJ levels. Gwen stiffles a yawn then tilts her chin up and holds still for MJ, so tired. Sleep is for the dead. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "Probably because you headbutt city infrastructure while you're staring at your phone," MJ suggests with a grin, "Oh, you betcha it's gonna sting. Hold still." She dabs some of the contents of a small bottle onto a piece of gauze, holding it up to Gwen's cheek before dabbing it lightly against the wound. Yep, it stings. Probably not as much as the embarassment of having to fight Stilt-Man in public, but it stings all the same. "Not to mention like you look like you're working back to back twelve hour shifts," Mary Jane frowns a little, brow furrowing, "What are you doing that's keeping you so busy?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Right on cue like some sort of demented play about disappointing friends and family Gwen has to lie some more. Guh. "Aiee..." mock pain hamming it up a bit at the sting, which honestly to her isn't very stingy. Thanks to her healing factor that cut will be gone in the morning even. It is a good distraction though to think up an excellent lie. Think Gwen. Also the only thing that stung more than fighting Stilt-Man was fighting The Ringer. God her life is strange these days. "I am working a lot of twelve hour days.. thank god not back to back.. I mean I pulled a sixteen hour yesterday. We have some big projects at Alchemax right now and I had a modeling gig for a catalog shoot last night after I got off work... " well she did actually have the shoot after a normal day of work, and then met her mutantinimal friend Pippi while out on patrol, she is a Golden Retriever mutant with super strength. Those are all extra details she just can't tell MJ. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "Then I absolve you of your sin of being late for rehearsal," MJ answers, signing the cross in the air with her hand, "Because it sounds like I'm lucky you're not curled up on the sofa taking a nap." Mary Jane finishes disinfecting the wound and drops the gauze to one side, producing a bandaid from her bag and unwrapping it. She plasters it across Gwen's cheek with a proud smile, giving her the gangster tough guy look that she probably always wanted, right? "There, now you just look like you were in a knife fight," the Redhead nods approvingly, "Very stylish." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "Amen." after being absolved of her sin. "I mean don't count me out yet on sinning.. I may fall over into a sleep coma if my caffeine load tanks at any moment." a smile is flashed to her band mates though as she tilts her head. "Okay.. knife fight.. as long as you didn't put one on me with unicorns on it." She twirls her drum sticks and spins around to face the drums, giving it a couple of taps and then limbers up with a quick run down, before shaking her arms limbered up a bit. "Okay what are we doing boss?" to MJ. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' Mary Jane glances at the bandaid, as if only just now checking whether or not it has unicorns on it. She squints and shakes her head, tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear: "Nope, no unicorns. It's just those little yellow things from that movie. The ones that talk like 'meep a beep meep'? One of those. You look tough ay-eff." MJ seems satisfied for now that Gwen is not going to bleed to death and goes to fetch her guitar, peering down at it as she works the pegs to fine tune it. "So, I've been working on my guitar a bit. I don't think I'm doing too bad, but I wouldn't mind doing some scales." She winces in advance of the audible groan she can sense coming. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' When MJ says she put a cartoon bandaid on her she stops spinning her sticks and looks flat at MJ. "Why do you even have cartoon bandaids in your purse MJ?" mild dismay but not taking it too very seriously. She falls into listening and yes she joins the other bandmates Glory and Betty with the melodramatic groan. Then a laugh from the young woman. "Okay sure I can see that... I haven't been doing nearly enough practice myself so we should probably hit boot camp." 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "I have them because I'm not about to buy a new pack of bandaids every time they fall out of fashion," MJ retorts, never explaining why exactly she bought them in the first place, "There's still a few left, so you get the little yellow goobers." She waves a hand at the audible grown, "La la la la! I know, but I need to practice and so does Gwen after the brain damage she might have sustained running into the pole. We need to rebuild any of those lost drum memories!" That said, she immediately begins to pluck out note after note in scale progressions on her guitar, humming along with them and pausing to fine tune when they don't meet her expectations. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen taps her drum once and then blinks and looks back over at MJ "Hey!" at the brain damage comment. But well at least her cover about the whole pole incident seems to be holding well enough now. With a shake of her head Gwen settles back in to watching MJ work the scale and then starts to slowly join in, not drowning her out though. Just getting limber. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' MJ continues with the scales, occasionally misstepping and muttering something like 'shoot' or 'darn' as she corrects herself. She hums along, trying to match every note with her voice as she goes. Then, out of nowhere, she starts to pluck out Stairway to Heaven because she is a human being that owns a guitar after 1971. As she does, she glances over her shoulder towards Gwen: "I was thinking of going out this weekend. I feel like a whole bunch of new clubs are just opening up and I didn't even know anything about 'em. Thought it might be nice to have a girl's night out. Wanna come?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen starts to tap out her part of stairway to heaven, just keeping the beat for the others on their instruments really. The invitation to go out that weekend, well Gwen inhales and considers fast. No she has no other plans. Other than the fact that any manner of supervillainy can happen at any point. Because supervillains don't respect girl's nights out. Bastards. "I think that would be awesome." Gwen says after that calculation, still feeling like a bad neglectful friend and wanting to at least try. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "Just don't run into any more poles, huh?" MJ teases, continuing to warble her way through Stairway. After a moment she pauses, turning back to Gwen once again with a shocked look on her face. "Oh my God! I can't believe I actually forgot to tell you this. I was in Midtown trying to get that part? Which I ''didn't'' get by the way, which sucked but whatever. I was trying to get that part, and this big muscle guy comes up and starts asking me why I'm upset and how he can help me. Turns out it was Hercules! From TV! Not that Sorbet guy, but, you know, the real one? Well, he says he's the real one. He was throwing cars around like they were pool toys so I'm guessing he's a very convincing fake if so. You ever seen him?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' That abrupt change in direction has Gwen almost stick a drumstick through her snare. "Wait what?" she asks turning to stare at MJ her sticks in hand. Glory and Betty also stop "What?" says Glory shocked. Then Gwen takes charge. "What do you mean he was throwing cars... did you see some sort of altercation with some sort of supervillain?" 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' MJ shakes her head, letting the guitar hang by it's strap as she holds her hands out appeasingly to the rest of the band: "No, nothing like that. He was trying to get into a club or something and they told him no shirt no entry, because he was wearing a toga. Which, I don't know, I guess you do if you're Hercules. Anyway, my moped was blocked in by these two cars and I thought hey he looked like a strong guy, maybe he could help me lift it out. But no, he just grabs the cars and shoves them out into the street like they weren't anything." MJ gives it some thought before glancing down at the stylized mask of a certain web-slinging arachnid emblazoned on her t-shirt, "I don't know, though. He was cool and all but he had this strange way of talking, plus he didn't seem as ... ''iconic'' as Spider-Man does. Although I like the other spider-person? The one with the blue shoes? Cute as ''heck''!" She beams back at the rest of the band, as though following a thread of conversation away from her encounter with an actual demigod was the most logical progression in the world. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' To be fair Gwen can also lift cars, but she is pretty darn certain she is in no way as strong as Hercules. He is like Thor or Hulk strong right. "I am pretty sure Hercules was flirting with you MJ." amusement. She almost throws her drum stick through another drum head when MJ says that her alter ego is cute as heck. "The new one with white and pink.. . the blue shoes?" like Gwen isn't even sure what she is hearing for a moment. "You think her costume is cute as heck?" well okay maybe Gwen did something right designing it. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "Obviously," MJ says with an eyeroll, as though wondering just exactly where Gwen has been, "The white and the pink. I love it." She pauses a moment to pull out the front of her Spider-Man t-shirt, something she made herself, and sticks out her bottom lip thoughtfully: "I was thinking I might make something using her motif. I've gotten really into designing things with a super-hero theme." She holds up her pair of Chuck Taylors, red and gold and very obviously Iron Man-themed, "I don't know why, I just think they really say something about the city. It's like having the Statue of Liberty on your hat or something - they're like living, breathing tourist attractions. Except more fun since you can't just get on a ferry and go stand around taking photos of Spider-Woman for two hours. I just hope she's not litigious. Just my luck, a super-hero with a secret identity reveals themselves to the world just to sue me for trademark infringement." 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen grins, practically beaming, though the reason is solely a secret for the moment. Man this would totes eat Peter up. "Well I don't know how superhero merchandising works so I doubt she would be mad if you made up something using her look." and well not like Gwen has any clue how it works, and also even if she did she wouldn't come down on MJ. "I bet she isn't going by Spider Woman though... isn't there already one that is like an Avenger or something. Not as good a costume.. way older?" 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' MJ furrows her brow and lifts her shoulders in a shrug, "No idea. If I ever see her, I'll ask what she calls herself. Do you think she has a name? I mean, it must be weird to say 'I'm the White Spider!' or something like that. Oh! Do you think she has Twitter? Some of the Avengers have Twitter." She immediately forgets about practice, pulling her phone out of her pocket and beginning to examine it critically even as she talks, "I think I'll come up with something. Maybe like a hoodie to match her look? That'd be amazing. Get some blue Chucks or something. She probably can't sue me if I just make it for myself, huh?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Gwen idly taps her drum. "I really am stuck on the tangent now about how superhero merchandising and licensing actually works. I mean they have secret identities so they can't possibly let everyone know about who they are.. so how do they sign contracts and get paid for the deals. Do you think there is an agency like we use for modeling for them?" She is on a super tangent and then blinks and focuses on MJ. "Uh.. no I think she probably wouldn't care if you weren't making a fortune off her or anything MJ... blue chucks is a pretty good idea." 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "There probably isn't ... " MJ trails off, her eyes slowly widening, "But maybe there ''should'' be! Oh my ''God'', Gwen! I think you just came up with a business idea!" Mary Jane looks quite suddenly wrapped up in the idea, staring thoughtfully into space with her mouth slightly agape, "I mean, I always thought I'd be better than my agent ... maybe I ''could'' be ... " 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' There is an audible groan from Betty and Glory when MJ declares a business idea like that. Glory looks exasperated now at both MJ and Gwen "We have a business idea.. it is the whole being successful rock stars remember.... the practice we are right in the middle of right now." Gwen looks apologetic over to Glory and then looks to MJ "I would be surprised if we thought of this first.... we should probably do some research..... but I mean how would you get clients?" okay it isn't a bad idea but Gwen has no idea how this would work. "Secret Identities remember." 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "I mean, yeah, of course rock stars obviously," MJ explains, pointing at Gwen encouragingly for the support while beaming at Glory, "But we could use something to pay the bills in the meantime, right? I mean, acting jobs, modeling jobs, music gigs? This sounds like an actual solid source of income if we can convince the secret identity set to get on board." She strokes her chin, furrowing her brow slightly at Gwen, "I mean, I guess we just try to reach out to them? Some of them have social media. Maybe they wouldn't mind the extra source of cash, since they don't get paid to bust supervillains and stuff?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' Well hell. Okay Gwen was not expecting this turn of events. "Well it would be probably pretty helpful to some of them. I mean how do they make money when they aren't Tony Stark right?" she considers "We should probably do some research though.... maybe .. like escrow accounts... or some sort of way they wouldn't have to reveal themselves. Gosh I don't know." She is supportive of MJ but she also notes "We should probably at least practice Tiger one or twice through too though." not wanting the band to turn on them. 

:'''{{#var:8678|Mary Jane Watson (8678)}} has posed:''' "I could do that," MJ admits, nodding her head furiously as though these are all minor details and they're already onto a real winner, "Yeah, I'll go borrow some books from the library after practice and see what we, y'know, ''need'' to do it. If anything it might be nice to not have to worry so much about spending money." The note about actually practicing, however, brings her back down to Earth. She nods her head and holds the guitar at the ready, strumming a few chords before launching into the opening bars of the band's latest (and so far, only) original song. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:''' "Sure... I mean I see a lot of Titans and Avengers merch.... is it just because so many of them are public identities I wonder...." she trails off thoughtful. "But right.. practice." She doesn't derail things again and moves to settle in for the song they have been working so hard on getting right. Her only non-cover. 
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Stockholm

2019-07-16T07:32:36Z

Werekit:

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|NameOnMUSH=Stockholm
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=7698
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/yqSCaaM.png
|FullName=Julia Pettersson
|Gender=Female
|Species=Metahuman
|Theme=Original
|Chartype=OC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Crime, formerly FBI Agent
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=Gotham City
|Education=College
|Quote=.
|PAge=30
|AAge=30
|DOB=22 October 1996
|Height=173 cm
|Weight=51 kg
|Hair=Blonde
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Cara Delevingne
|Song="I Plead Insanity" by Belinda Carlisle
|Profile=Stockholm started out as Officer Julia Pettersson of the GCPD.
 
Things went wrong when she went undercover and suffered a psychotic break in Arkham thanks to tender ministrations of corrupt doctors. She broke out committed atrocities and ended up back in Arkham.
 
As Stockholm she has been in and out of various jails and the Asylum doing crime for several years.
===Current Player Approved: March 18, 2019===
|Description=Dirty Blonde shoulder length hair is her usual haircut, though it is known to vary from buzzcuts to various dye jobs depending on a very mercurial set of moods. The eyes though never change, a very intense light blue, almost grey in the right lighting. The intense Scandinavian woman those eyes belong to look to be somewhere in her mid-twenties and she is conventionally quite attractive and in excellent shape.
 
What she is wearing is as mercurial as her moods and her setting. It could be anything from a black leather jacket with a variety of counter culture buttons and rough black jeans to a suit and top hat. Other extremes include a mix of leather and combat armor with bandoliers of bullets. Entirely situationally dependent.
|History=Julia Pettersson was born in Gotham. Her family was pretty normal. Her dad was Detective Pettersson of the Gotham City Police Department and her mother was an accountant at Wayne Enterprises. The fluke that gave her the psychic abilities and peak human agility that served her well and led to her eventual downfall may be genetic. Her parents though seem utterly mundane. Maybe it is just Gotham or some sort of curse. God knows her downfall may have been some sort of curse on Gotham or Arkham that set that course.
 
Ever since she was a small child her abilities had made things easier on her, even if she didn't realize she had a metahuman edge and was not just gifted. Her Photographic Empathy made it easier for her to fit in with people. She just understood people's motivations intuitively and was effectively a social chameleon when it came to moving in and out of cliques and any interaction with people really. Her photographic reflexes meant she could study the things other people did and be able to mimic them perfectly. It didn't happen instantly, it took observing it several times, but it also didn't take years to train in the muscle memory. Those abilities did have a tendency to fade away if she didn't commit to practicing to retain them. It was never a once and done with Julia's powers.
 
Thanks to those abilities she was a fairly exceptional student. Great marks in school. Excellent showing with extracurriculars, sports (Gymnastics amongst others), debate, drama clubs.
 
She could have gone anywhere with her marks and extracurricular resume. Despite that though she did what she had always wanted to do growing up, influenced more deeply thanks to her Empathy and her Father's strong personality. She followed his footsteps into law enforcement.
 
Her father was not very happy about her going into the GCPD, he knew how dangerous the city streets were for a rookie cop. He managed to talk her into going to Gotham University (Go Nighthawks!) first so she could see what her opportunities might be outside law enforcement and also he hoped have time to cool down on the idea. She went on a scholarship, reflecting both her academic excellence as well as the gymnastics team. Her degree a bachelors of science in criminal justice.
 
Surprising her father but not her mother she didn't cool on the idea of joining GCPD. Upon graduating from college she applied and was accepted to the police academy. Her father may not have been happy but he didn't make sure she wasn't accepted because even he could see at this point how determined she was. She was top of her class at the police academy. Doing absolutely fantastic with all of the training and scoring top marks on things like marksmanship thanks to her psychic abilities.
 
She did well on her rookie beat, developing a rapport with the community, solving crimes, writing tickets. It was honestly not the best use for her seemingly formidable abilities. Which is why she accepted the assignment when she was asked to join a special task force. The goal of the task force was to get an inside track on villains, not the run of the mill criminals, in Gotham. The ones who treated Arkham's front door like a revolving door. The thought was with her ability to blend in with groups of people and get them to open up she would be great for an undercover assignment at the heart of it all, Arkham.
 
Needless to say, things went very wrong and she ended up suffering a tragic psychotic break. The details of what happened are complex and unfortunate.
 
You see one of the things about so many of the criminals in Arkham that they had and Julia was missing was a run in with the Bat. That tipped some corrupt, and maybe even insane in their own right, psychiatrists off that Julia needed a closer examination. That closer examination revealed the second trait that separated Julia from the other inmates. She wasn't crazy.
 
GCPD hadn't brought the people running Arkham in on the operation as they thought that some of them might be on the take or potentially even part of the a larger problem. So there was Julia, a threat to some of those psychiatrists work and Arkham itself
 
In response they settled on a new experiment with a relatively normal girl, with an abnormal ability to get inside people's skin as far as they was able to determine. An experiment in which that young woman was twisted to be like everyone else in Arkham and in some of those psychiatrists' opinions everyone else in Gotham, insane.
 
Her power was her Achilles heel as well, it wasn't all those corrupt psychiatrists. She was put in close proximity with some of the most insane and dangerous criminals on the planet and they got in under her skin. This was obvious during the sessions with her psychiatrists and they doubled down on using it to break Julia utterly. They wanted to see what would happen and neutralize the threat. One of them also wanted to see if she was pushed hard enough if she would fall into the Bat club. Though in this case that psychiatrist wanted to make her fixation on the Female Bats. Batgirl in specific.
 
When she suffered the psychotic break that her 'caregivers' wanted and she was put into further group sessions with some of the other inmates.
 
In the end Julia broke out of Arkham with several of her fellow inmates and committed absolute atrocities before they were all shoved back into the Asylum by the Bats. By the time they were taken down she was dressing up in ragged and bloody farm gear and wielding a scythe.
 
The GCPD was shocked and horrified. That one of their own could end up belonging to Arkham like that legitimately was embarrassing and easily enough to earn enmity from the rank and file GCPD members.
 
Since then she has bounced in and out of places like Arkham and Iron Heights and always seems to fall in with Super Villains while on the outside. Henching. Sidekicking. Committing copycat crimes totally violating their trademarks. Also a fixation on Batgirl.
|Personality=Situationally Crazy. The degree and tone of her crazy shifts mercurially depending on the company she keeps. She is always crazy at this point, there are simply too many fragments of personalities and supervillainy stuck in her head. Contact and exposure to any particular personality though brings that to the forefront and she starts to fall into mimicry like a young cuckoo. Homicidal. Humorous. Hidden. Horror. Mayhem. Murder. Mysterious. All flavors of crazy. All available with the right stimulus (and sometimes without).
 
Predictably Unpredictable. If one understands how Stockholm's flavor of insanity works she is predictable as the day as bright and the night is long. The thing is most people don't have the combination of psychosis, weaknesses, and powers that drive this girl so most people would be pretty confused or surprised by the twists she takes. Even when she is in an environment where one would assume she will go with something Bird and Ice themed while working with some villains and another shard of personality can pop and make things go really crazy town. She can't hold her mind together anymore and that means things are often quite surprising.
 
Obsessively Fixated. Thanks to her first time in Arkham and the tender ministrations of her corrupt psychiatrists protecting themselves, Stockholm finds herself fixated with the Bats, primarily the female Bats, and Gotham. It vacillates between wanting to defeat them all, which is only reinforced by her other psychosis and exposure to the various villains who are also obsessed with the Bat, and wanting to prove she could be better than any of them, especially Batgirl.
|Abilities='''ENHANCED PHYSIQUE'''
 
A quirk of her metahuman nature has not just gifted her with the two mostly psychic abilities but also has left her operating at peak human agility and reflexes. This isn't anything superhuman by any means. She is just operating at honed and peak human capabilities, which is still pretty impressive. It enables her to go toe to toe with other peak and street level heroes and villains, but she can't go toe to toe with any superhumanly enhanced ones. Breaking it all down she essentially she has Olympic level hand eye coordination and agility and could probably have been an Olympic gymnast if she had stuck with that instead of going into law enforcement.
 
'''MIRROR REFLEX'''
 
This is a variation of Photographic reflexes, the signature ability of other villains like TaskMaster and lesser known ones like Fateball. Unlike Taskmaster Stockholm can't replicate skills she sees done by someone just once and instantly.
 
In her case it takes repetition and observation over a period of time of those skills and techniques. So Stockholm can upon sufficient observation replicate physical skills without any real training or even practice.
 
She can lock those skills and techniques into place with minimal effort compared to normal humans. It does take practice though to make sure that those purloined skills do not fade away. So while it doesn't take her months or even years to make things stick. It does take more like days or in some cases weeks of practice at most.
 
This and her photographic empathy explains how she so perfectly copies some of the criminals she commits copycat crimes of down to the detail to fool most (but not all) forensics and detectives.
 
She absolutely can not learn other people's powers or abilities this way, only skills. It also explicitly takes both sufficient observation for immediate deployment and practice to retain longer term.
 
She also can't exercise skills and techniques that are beyond her bodies physical limitations.
 
'''PROFILING'''
 
Stockholm has a psychic ability that might be best termed photographic empathy. The more she interacts and talks with people the more she starts to think just like them. This allows Stockholm to get into their skin and walk five thousand miles in their shoes, metaphorically at least. It gives Stockholm insight into their motives and allows her to really see things from their perspective. Also the stronger the personality and mind, the easier it is to read them like a book as long as they do not have psychic shields or training that prevents them from exhibiting emotions. This would be the psychic power that made her one of the best students in school and rookie cops on her beat. It has also made her a terrifying villain since she lost her bloody mind.
|Skills='''ACTRESS'''
 
Drama club in High School and College may have been the first places she formally flexed her acting chops before she was tapped to go undercover and then started to mimic villains. She was in a variety of plays all through high school and even some college level products at Gotham University. This was enough for her to pick up techniques from some of her initially more talented classmates and practice them enough to hone them. Now she can study someone and mimic their personality and movements. Their mannerisms and effects. She is probably one of the best naturally talented method actors in the world thanks to her metahuman abilities.
 
'''CRIME FIGHTING'''
 
Stockholm was trained and picked up skills with practice (and a nudge from her metahuman powers) from some of the better criminologists and forensics experts in the GCPD. First at the Academy and then as a rookie cop working her beat. She hasn't forgotten any of that just because her mind has broken, it is now just turned towards a psychotic and evil bent. She isn't some master detective but she isn't bad all the same.
 
'''CRIMINAL TRAINING'''
 
She has studied, trained, and picked up skills with practice from some of the most dangerous villains and criminals in the world. She knows how the commit their crimes, how they use their technologies, and how to kill people in gruesome signature fashions.
 
'''ESCAPOLOGIST'''
 
Stockholm is hard to keep locked up. She knows a lot of the tricks others have used to escape places like Arkham, Iron Heights and other places criminals get sent by escaping with them first hand. Between practice and her metahuman abilities she can at this point pick locks, escape straight jackets, handcuffs, chains, zip ties, and more often with surprising speed. She may not be Houdini but she doesn't do bad for herself.
 
'''GYMNAST'''
 
Stockholm won awards growing up for Gymnastics, first kids competitions, and then it helped her get a scholarship to Gotham University. If it had been the only thing she had focused on growing up and thanks to her metahuman gifts, she probably could have gone on to the Olympics. She is nimble. Dexterous. Also thanks to Gotham being the home of three foot alleys and fire escapes she is excellent with parkour. She has also seen the Bats in action enough to pick up some of their moves with practice, psychotic fixation, and determination.
 
'''HAND TO HAND'''
 
Stockholm learned Taekwondo and Aikido as a kid and teenager, her father wanted her to be able to defend herself. By the time she graduated from college and went to the police academy she had a double 2nd degree black belts. In the Police Academy and in the years since with her exposure to various criminals (and some heroes) she has picked up a lot of additional moves thanks to her metahuman ability and the need to stay honed sharp to survive her new occupation.
 
'''MARKSMAN'''
 
Blades, Guns, Darts, Archery. Sure she is pretty good at all of these projectiles. It started when she was a teenager when her father her how to shoot. They lived in Gotham and he was more aware than most being in the GCPD how dangerous the city was. Stockholm also had good instructors at Police Academy taught her how to hone this ability further with practice, determination, and her metahuman abilities. As for the knives and other more exotic thrown weapons those were picked up from the criminals she has worked for and with and then dedicated time and practice to master over the last six years.
 
'''VEHICULAR EXPERT'''
 
Again she cheated with her metahuman abilities as well as a decent amount of practice. Stockholm has picked up the ability to drive a getaway car. Rob armored cars while on a motorcycle. Fly helicopters and planes, often under very trying circumstances. It comes from being exposed to some of the best criminal wheelmen in the business over the last half dozen years.
 
'''WEAPONS SKILLS'''
 
Stockholm has picked up a wide variety of skills with everything from Scythes to knives thanks to some of the villains she has observed at length. Hell she knows how to fight with an umbrella of all things at this point. Those skills learned from villains were committed through practice, observation, and her metahuman ability. A lot of the villains found it interesting when their sidekick or henchwoman fell into the theme so death threats at following their method operandi were minimal. Some of her other skills were picked up from the martial arts training she did as a kid through college.
|Resources='''NETWORKING'''
 
Stockholm has built up a network of criminals whom she can work with, or work for, when she wants to. She just fits in so well and is nicely ingratiating with them. She has also served time (if briefly) with many of them.
 
'''RESERVES'''
 
Being a criminal can pay. Jobs have payouts. Crimes go unsolved. Batman and other heroes honestly do not catch everyone every time. Especially when you are not above being a henchman. Stockholm has offshore accounts, stashes, and more where she has money, gear, and weapons. Most of these are in Gotham but she has made it to all the other major cities on jobs over the last few years and stashed supplies and cash.
|Weaknesses='''CRAZY'''
 
The degree and tone of her crazy shifts mercurially depending on the company she keeps. She is always crazy at this point, there are simply too many fragments of personalities and supervillainy stuck in her head. Contact and exposure to any particular personality though brings that to the forefront and she starts to fall into mimicry like a young cuckoo. Homicidal. Humorous. Hidden. Horror. Mayhem. Murder. Mysterious. All flavors of crazy. All available with the right stimulus (and sometimes without).
 
'''FIXATED'''
 
Thanks to her first time in Arkham and the tender ministrations of her corrupt psychiatrists protecting themselves, Stockholm finds herself fixated with the Bats, primarily the female Bats, and Gotham. It vacillates between wanting to defeat them all, which is only reinforced by her other psychosis and exposure to the various villains who are also obsessed with the Bat, and wanting to prove she could be better than any of them, especially Batgirl.
 
'''GCPD ENMITY'''
 
A fallen star of the GCPD. This is something that the rest of the police department takes very seriously. They are harsher with Stockholm then they are with other criminals because she is a black mark on the departments record. Even if it isn't really her fault, there is no way for them to know that. This all breaks her dad's heart.
 
'''IMPRESSIONABLE'''
 
Her powers have a huge weakness. When she gets into someone else's skin, wears their shoes, and sees it from their point of view she can't back away fully. Stronger the personality and the deeper she goes into their headspace. Unfortunately the clinically insane have very strong personalities. Twisting the knife were the corrupt psychiatrists in Arkham. Now she can't even see the tunnel she is in, let alone a light at the end of it.
 
'''MIRROR LIMITS'''
 
She absolutely can not learn other people's powers or abilities with Mirror Reflexes way, only skills. It also explicitly takes both sufficient observation for immediate deployment of those skills and techniques and then practice to retain longer term and not have them fade away.
 
She also can't exercise skills and techniques that are beyond her bodies physical limitations.
 
Finally a truly skilled detective or profiler can pick up on the minor differences between her copycat abilities and the real villain. It is enough to fool the average detective and most profilers but definitely not all.
 
'''PSYCHICS'''
 
They can lock down Stockholm's abilities pretty easily. They can block her empathy presenting a blank slate to that skill. They can block her from observing and picking up skills and techniques. Things that are locked in with practice would be harder to short circuit but also not impossible. It would be a monumental task to actually cure her with psychic surgery of some sort. Limiting, blocking, or sealing off her acquired skills is a lot easier.
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2019-07-16T05:35:41Z

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2019-07-16T05:35:26Z

Werekit:

Ghost Spider

2019-07-16T05:34:17Z

Werekit:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Gwen Stacy
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=118
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/5yU6NNF.jpg
|FullName=Gwendolyne "Gwen" Stacy
|Gender=Female
|Species=Human
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Dropped
|Occupation=Doctoral Student, Model
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=Forest Hills, Queens
|Education=Empire State University (MBiochem)
|Groups=[[Street Level-OOC]]
|Quote="We have to be greater than what we suffer."
|PAge=26
|AAge=26
|DOB=1 November 2000
|Height=170 cm
|Weight=59 kg
|Hair=Blonde
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Emma Stone
|Song="Wannabe" by The Spice Girls
|Profile=Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stacy is the daughter of Captain George Stacy and his loving wife, Helen. Born and raised in New York, she went to Standard High School, where she grew up alongside Harry Osborn. While attending Empire State University, the pair quickly befriended Peter Parker, Flash Thompson, and Liz. She hopes to achieve a doctorate in biochemistry. In order to help fund it, she has worked as a research officer at New U Technologies and Oscorp Industries, and done some modelling work on the side.
===Current Player Approved: Not Applicable===
|Description=Standing at approximately 5'7", this beautiful young woman is lithe and athletic while still possessing the curves associated with someone just coming out of their teens. Her sunflower blonde hair has been cut short on one side, hanging to just above her shoulder. On the other side her hair has been buzz cut tight to her head, with bangs falling from the top of her head to just over the cut area. Her eyes are wide and a bright grey colour, sparkling in pools of white. High cheekbones, pouty lips, and a pert nose finish her lovely face.
 
Today she is wearing a pair of jeans that are not tight fighting but still fit very well, giving shape to long legs. She wears a black punk rock Hello Kitty t-shirt underneath a silver and black flannel that is unbuttoned and tied at her waist. A brown leather backpack sits over one shoulder and a pair of red headphones sits around her neck. Her feet are wrapped in a pair of black Converse sneakers, the wide, white laces tied up tightly.
|History=Gwen was born and raised in Queens, New York. Daughter to Captain George and Helen Stacy, she grew up in a loving household, guided by the strong and steady hand of a police officer for a father. She was instilled with a good set of morals, what is right and what is wrong, but more importantly what justice is.
 
She went to Standard High School and made friends with Harry Osborne, a friendship that would carry itself through high school and into university. Being an incredibly smart woman, she found science and mathematics to come easily to her. She became involved in an internship program at Oscorp Industries, taking advantage of the think-tank to improve her skills.
 
At Empire State University, she met more friends including Peter Parker, Flash Thompson, and Liz Allen. Gwen continued her studies, desiring to earn a doctorate in the science field she had chosen. By now she had moved through New U Technologies and found herself at Alchemax as a research officer, while still continuing her studies. She supplemented her income with modelling work, her beauty being a gift from her mother.
 
While working at Alchemax, she was assigned to DNA sequencing, the idea of bringing the best part of animals such as camouflage, heightened senses, and other abilities that animals possessed... merging them into the human DNA to heal all manner of illnesses and disabilities including deafness, blindness, and even paralysis. While working in the lab, she was bitten by an experimental spider which had escaped its cage during a feeding.
 
At first she didn't think anything was happening, but over the course of a week, she began to feel different. She was able to hear things, see things, and move like never before. She was strong, able to lift cars without effort, and she was fast. Everything was different now, and when she saw Spider-Man, she knew that she had become something similar.
 
Over the course of the next few months, she developed her own set of web-slingers, utilizing water from the atmosphere instead of a chemical composition which would run out over a course of time.
 
She has made her own costume now, and is ready to start her life as Spider-Woman... or to her friends... Spider-Gwen.
|Personality=Gwen is all heart, a good person wanting to do good things, and was raised by a cop who taught her right from wrong. When she's in a fight, she uses her wit and sarcasm to make her enemies get angry and make mistakes, using it to her advantage. When she's not fighting bad guys, she's hospitable and warm, making friends easily and trying to change the world as best as she can. When at work she tends to be a bit defensive as she's a woman in a man's working world. She tends to try and over-compensate in her work to prove herself in front of her peers.
|Abilities='''ENHANCED REFLEXES'''
 
Gwen has drastically enhanced reaction speed, allowing her to dodge bullets, dodge and maneuver around complex attacks, catch falling objects, block detriments and react instantaneously to what others take more time to react to.
 
'''ENHANCED SPEED'''
 
Gwen can move much faster than the average human, beyond what can be emulated via natural training and with little to no maintaining. She can outrun explosions, even while carrying a heavy load in her arms.
 
'''ENHANCED STAMINA'''
 
Gwen's body is highly resistant to the build-up of lactic acid in her muscles, allowing her to be physically active for considerably longer periods of time than the average person. Gwen can stay up longer as well, allowing her to cram for studies over days instead of hours. This also means that Gwen must consume more food than a normal person, especially after long bursts of stamina use.
 
'''ENHANCED STRENGTH'''
 
Gwen has strength beyond that of a normal human, able to lift 10 tons normally, 12 tons in short bursts and with exertion.
 
'''HEALING FACTOR'''
 
Gwen can rapidly heal minor injuries thanks to her other enhanced abilities. Black eyes, cuts, bruises, and some illnesses are gone overnight, with more extreme injuries taking longer to heal, but still shorter than the average person.
 
'''HIGH DURABILITY'''
 
Gwen's physical durability is extremely high, allowing her to take numerous blows of internal or external assaults before succumbing to the effects.
 
'''HIGH ENDURANCE'''
 
Gwen can endure physical stresses beyond the capabilities of regular people, enabling her to do things such as operating on a "low power setting" (being able to operate efficiently for extended amounts of time), holding her breath for large periods of time, remain calm through stressful or painful situations, tolerate extreme hunger, unbearable thirst, and strong urges to sleep.
 
'''SPIDER-SENSE'''
 
Spider-Sense presents a psychological awareness of Gwen's surroundings. It allows her to detect danger before it happens and warns Gwen of it in no time. The greater the danger or how close the danger is increases the tingling sensation. It also helps Spider-Gwen to navigate when unable to see, hear, or if she's disoriented. It also helps Spider-Gwen fire her Web-Shooters without having to concentrate every time she does so, greatly helping her ability to swing through the city with ease. Spider-Sense is precognitive in nature and Spider-Gwen always acts before realizing it. The tingling gets stronger when the danger becomes more imminent and more threatening and Gwen finds out where the danger is coming from and how to avoid it. Thanks to his Spider-Sense, Spider-Gwen can dodge physical attacks, laser blasts, weaponry, and even explosions. Spider-Gwen has also been known to use her ability to find hidden objects such as passageways. This ability allows Spider-Gwen to physically fight those who have had more training than she has.
 
'''WALLCRAWLING'''
 
Gwen can climb walls and stick onto ceilings. She does not defy gravity, but rather she adheres to surfaces unaided. She is able to maintain her balance for long periods of time, even managing to stand and move upside-down without effort.
|Skills='''BIOCHEMISTRY'''
 
She is a skilled biochemist, having worked for several think tanks and is on her way to her doctorate. This skill has allowed her to refine her web-shooters, and perhaps understand what is happening to her more than many Spider-folks.
 
'''DRUMMER'''
 
Gwen is an experienced and skilled drummer, easily playing complicated riffs thanks to her enhanced abilities. She has been playing since she was a young girl, finding stress-relief in the beating of the skins.
 
'''MODELLING'''
 
Understanding how to make clothes look their best, how to walk down a runway without tripping, how to look at the camera but not be blinded by bulbs, how to sashay as Ru would say.. Gwen's got it.
 
'''WEB-SWINGING'''
 
Gwen is able to swing through the large city quite easily, moving up and down her web and running alongside buildings when necessary. She is able to avoid obstacles, swing low to the ground and high along the rooftops with ease.
|Resources='''ALCHEMAX'''
 
Gwen works for Alchemax as a research officer, making enough money to maintain a small apartment in New York where she can operate.
 
'''APARTMENT'''
 
Gwen has her own one bedroom apartment in Queen's, a safe place for her to go and get away from everything. Only her close friends knows where the apartment is, and are free to visit without calling first. Gwen will never swing directly out of the apartment, choosing instead to go to the roof or out a different window if she needs to.
 
'''COSTUME'''
 
Gwen has a most unique costume, one of white, black, pink and complete with aquamarine ballet slippers. Creating the costume by herself from a mixture of rayon, nylon, and spandex, her costume is as comfortable as yoga pants, but the addition of high-tensile thread makes it a stronger material than most. The costume helps keep her identity a secret, covering her face completely.
 
'''MUSICIAN'''
 
She makes some money through playing gigs in the city alongside her companions.
 
'''POLICE CONTACTS'''
 
Thanks to her father's position, she has police officers she can get in contact with in order to gain information. While the officers themselves won't break the law and give up confidential or case-breaking information, they will help her with basic information such as "Yeah, Dirk the Drug Dealer usually hangs out at such-and-such place". Gwen uses this resource as a last resort.
 
'''WEB SPINNERS'''
 
She owns web-shooters that were created by her thanks to her access to tech from her part-time jobs. Utilizing parts and materials that she scavanged throughout tech corporations, she has created web spinners that filter moisture from the air to create an adhesive web-fluid, which itself creates web nets, ropes and globs, among other shapes. They also help her swing from building to building, not requiring refilling as long as moisture is present. The web line's tensile strength has been estimated to be 120 pounds per square millimeter, which is strong enough to stop most bad guys. It has been known to be easily broken by the likes of Colossus, Rhino, and Captain America.
|Weaknesses='''CHLOROETHANE'''
 
Gwen's immune system can handle a lot, but Chloroethane, more commonly known as Ethyl Chloride, is particularly troublesome. It wasn't an issue before she became Spider-Gwen, but ever since, she has trouble breathing, thinking, or doing much of anything when in the presence of this stuff. The refrigerated liquid form isn't too bad, like in a barrel, but if she gets it on his skin, or breathes it in, it affects her to a greater degree than it would an ordinary human, and it's not exactly good for an ordinary human.
 
'''INEXPERIENCED'''
 
Gwen is a new hero and is inexperienced, which causes a great many missteps and apologies. She's learning from her mistakes, however, and is becoming better all the time.
 
'''RESPONSIBILITIES'''
 
She has a job, she has classes, and she has friends who are all pressing for her time. She can't miss work or class or she won't be able to make rent or be able to purchase the supplies she needs in order to repair costumes, web-spinners, etc. She is always worried about her friends becoming angry with her for missing pre-arranged dates, and so she tries her hardest to keep from making promises that she cannot keep.
 
'''SECRET IDENTITY'''
 
Gwen maintains the secret of her identity in order to protect her friends and family from her enemies. She is always sure to wear a mask in front of the public, even in front of other heroes no matter how friendly they are as there is always a chance they can be captured and turned.
 
'''SPIDER-SENSE'''
 
Gwen is still having a difficult time interpreting her Spider-Sense ability. When she's in a fight, it's easy to utilize it to help her, but when she's out in the world and trying to use it to help sense danger, or determine where it comes from, she still has a bit off difficulty with the interpretation. When she's tired, or under the influence of alcohol, she has a greater difficulty interpreting the signals.
 
'''WEB SPINNERS'''
 
Gwen's web-spinners operate by drawing moisture from the air and converting it into her web fluid. The problem is during dry periods such as droughts, or extremely dry places will prevent the spinners from operating.
}}
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Ghost Spider

2019-07-16T05:32:22Z

Werekit:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Gwen Stacy
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=118
|Img=https://imgur.com/a/pKnSOir
|FullName=Gwendolyne "Gwen" Stacy
|Gender=Female
|Species=Human
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Dropped
|Occupation=Doctoral Student, Model
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=Forest Hills, Queens
|Education=Empire State University (MBiochem)
|Groups=[[Street Level-OOC]]
|Quote="We have to be greater than what we suffer."
|PAge=26
|AAge=26
|DOB=1 November 2000
|Height=170 cm
|Weight=59 kg
|Hair=Blonde
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Emma Stone
|Song="Wannabe" by The Spice Girls
|Profile=Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stacy is the daughter of Captain George Stacy and his loving wife, Helen. Born and raised in New York, she went to Standard High School, where she grew up alongside Harry Osborn. While attending Empire State University, the pair quickly befriended Peter Parker, Flash Thompson, and Liz. She hopes to achieve a doctorate in biochemistry. In order to help fund it, she has worked as a research officer at New U Technologies and Oscorp Industries, and done some modelling work on the side.
===Current Player Approved: Not Applicable===
|Description=Standing at approximately 5'7", this beautiful young woman is lithe and athletic while still possessing the curves associated with someone just coming out of their teens. Her sunflower blonde hair has been cut short on one side, hanging to just above her shoulder. On the other side her hair has been buzz cut tight to her head, with bangs falling from the top of her head to just over the cut area. Her eyes are wide and a bright grey colour, sparkling in pools of white. High cheekbones, pouty lips, and a pert nose finish her lovely face.
 
Today she is wearing a pair of jeans that are not tight fighting but still fit very well, giving shape to long legs. She wears a black punk rock Hello Kitty t-shirt underneath a silver and black flannel that is unbuttoned and tied at her waist. A brown leather backpack sits over one shoulder and a pair of red headphones sits around her neck. Her feet are wrapped in a pair of black Converse sneakers, the wide, white laces tied up tightly.
|History=Gwen was born and raised in Queens, New York. Daughter to Captain George and Helen Stacy, she grew up in a loving household, guided by the strong and steady hand of a police officer for a father. She was instilled with a good set of morals, what is right and what is wrong, but more importantly what justice is.
 
She went to Standard High School and made friends with Harry Osborne, a friendship that would carry itself through high school and into university. Being an incredibly smart woman, she found science and mathematics to come easily to her. She became involved in an internship program at Oscorp Industries, taking advantage of the think-tank to improve her skills.
 
At Empire State University, she met more friends including Peter Parker, Flash Thompson, and Liz Allen. Gwen continued her studies, desiring to earn a doctorate in the science field she had chosen. By now she had moved through New U Technologies and found herself at Alchemax as a research officer, while still continuing her studies. She supplemented her income with modelling work, her beauty being a gift from her mother.
 
While working at Alchemax, she was assigned to DNA sequencing, the idea of bringing the best part of animals such as camouflage, heightened senses, and other abilities that animals possessed... merging them into the human DNA to heal all manner of illnesses and disabilities including deafness, blindness, and even paralysis. While working in the lab, she was bitten by an experimental spider which had escaped its cage during a feeding.
 
At first she didn't think anything was happening, but over the course of a week, she began to feel different. She was able to hear things, see things, and move like never before. She was strong, able to lift cars without effort, and she was fast. Everything was different now, and when she saw Spider-Man, she knew that she had become something similar.
 
Over the course of the next few months, she developed her own set of web-slingers, utilizing water from the atmosphere instead of a chemical composition which would run out over a course of time.
 
She has made her own costume now, and is ready to start her life as Spider-Woman... or to her friends... Spider-Gwen.
|Personality=Gwen is all heart, a good person wanting to do good things, and was raised by a cop who taught her right from wrong. When she's in a fight, she uses her wit and sarcasm to make her enemies get angry and make mistakes, using it to her advantage. When she's not fighting bad guys, she's hospitable and warm, making friends easily and trying to change the world as best as she can. When at work she tends to be a bit defensive as she's a woman in a man's working world. She tends to try and over-compensate in her work to prove herself in front of her peers.
|Abilities='''ENHANCED REFLEXES'''
 
Gwen has drastically enhanced reaction speed, allowing her to dodge bullets, dodge and maneuver around complex attacks, catch falling objects, block detriments and react instantaneously to what others take more time to react to.
 
'''ENHANCED SPEED'''
 
Gwen can move much faster than the average human, beyond what can be emulated via natural training and with little to no maintaining. She can outrun explosions, even while carrying a heavy load in her arms.
 
'''ENHANCED STAMINA'''
 
Gwen's body is highly resistant to the build-up of lactic acid in her muscles, allowing her to be physically active for considerably longer periods of time than the average person. Gwen can stay up longer as well, allowing her to cram for studies over days instead of hours. This also means that Gwen must consume more food than a normal person, especially after long bursts of stamina use.
 
'''ENHANCED STRENGTH'''
 
Gwen has strength beyond that of a normal human, able to lift 10 tons normally, 12 tons in short bursts and with exertion.
 
'''HEALING FACTOR'''
 
Gwen can rapidly heal minor injuries thanks to her other enhanced abilities. Black eyes, cuts, bruises, and some illnesses are gone overnight, with more extreme injuries taking longer to heal, but still shorter than the average person.
 
'''HIGH DURABILITY'''
 
Gwen's physical durability is extremely high, allowing her to take numerous blows of internal or external assaults before succumbing to the effects.
 
'''HIGH ENDURANCE'''
 
Gwen can endure physical stresses beyond the capabilities of regular people, enabling her to do things such as operating on a "low power setting" (being able to operate efficiently for extended amounts of time), holding her breath for large periods of time, remain calm through stressful or painful situations, tolerate extreme hunger, unbearable thirst, and strong urges to sleep.
 
'''SPIDER-SENSE'''
 
Spider-Sense presents a psychological awareness of Gwen's surroundings. It allows her to detect danger before it happens and warns Gwen of it in no time. The greater the danger or how close the danger is increases the tingling sensation. It also helps Spider-Gwen to navigate when unable to see, hear, or if she's disoriented. It also helps Spider-Gwen fire her Web-Shooters without having to concentrate every time she does so, greatly helping her ability to swing through the city with ease. Spider-Sense is precognitive in nature and Spider-Gwen always acts before realizing it. The tingling gets stronger when the danger becomes more imminent and more threatening and Gwen finds out where the danger is coming from and how to avoid it. Thanks to his Spider-Sense, Spider-Gwen can dodge physical attacks, laser blasts, weaponry, and even explosions. Spider-Gwen has also been known to use her ability to find hidden objects such as passageways. This ability allows Spider-Gwen to physically fight those who have had more training than she has.
 
'''WALLCRAWLING'''
 
Gwen can climb walls and stick onto ceilings. She does not defy gravity, but rather she adheres to surfaces unaided. She is able to maintain her balance for long periods of time, even managing to stand and move upside-down without effort.
|Skills='''BIOCHEMISTRY'''
 
She is a skilled biochemist, having worked for several think tanks and is on her way to her doctorate. This skill has allowed her to refine her web-shooters, and perhaps understand what is happening to her more than many Spider-folks.
 
'''DRUMMER'''
 
Gwen is an experienced and skilled drummer, easily playing complicated riffs thanks to her enhanced abilities. She has been playing since she was a young girl, finding stress-relief in the beating of the skins.
 
'''MODELLING'''
 
Understanding how to make clothes look their best, how to walk down a runway without tripping, how to look at the camera but not be blinded by bulbs, how to sashay as Ru would say.. Gwen's got it.
 
'''WEB-SWINGING'''
 
Gwen is able to swing through the large city quite easily, moving up and down her web and running alongside buildings when necessary. She is able to avoid obstacles, swing low to the ground and high along the rooftops with ease.
|Resources='''ALCHEMAX'''
 
Gwen works for Alchemax as a research officer, making enough money to maintain a small apartment in New York where she can operate.
 
'''APARTMENT'''
 
Gwen has her own one bedroom apartment in Queen's, a safe place for her to go and get away from everything. Only her close friends knows where the apartment is, and are free to visit without calling first. Gwen will never swing directly out of the apartment, choosing instead to go to the roof or out a different window if she needs to.
 
'''COSTUME'''
 
Gwen has a most unique costume, one of white, black, pink and complete with aquamarine ballet slippers. Creating the costume by herself from a mixture of rayon, nylon, and spandex, her costume is as comfortable as yoga pants, but the addition of high-tensile thread makes it a stronger material than most. The costume helps keep her identity a secret, covering her face completely.
 
'''MUSICIAN'''
 
She makes some money through playing gigs in the city alongside her companions.
 
'''POLICE CONTACTS'''
 
Thanks to her father's position, she has police officers she can get in contact with in order to gain information. While the officers themselves won't break the law and give up confidential or case-breaking information, they will help her with basic information such as "Yeah, Dirk the Drug Dealer usually hangs out at such-and-such place". Gwen uses this resource as a last resort.
 
'''WEB SPINNERS'''
 
She owns web-shooters that were created by her thanks to her access to tech from her part-time jobs. Utilizing parts and materials that she scavanged throughout tech corporations, she has created web spinners that filter moisture from the air to create an adhesive web-fluid, which itself creates web nets, ropes and globs, among other shapes. They also help her swing from building to building, not requiring refilling as long as moisture is present. The web line's tensile strength has been estimated to be 120 pounds per square millimeter, which is strong enough to stop most bad guys. It has been known to be easily broken by the likes of Colossus, Rhino, and Captain America.
|Weaknesses='''CHLOROETHANE'''
 
Gwen's immune system can handle a lot, but Chloroethane, more commonly known as Ethyl Chloride, is particularly troublesome. It wasn't an issue before she became Spider-Gwen, but ever since, she has trouble breathing, thinking, or doing much of anything when in the presence of this stuff. The refrigerated liquid form isn't too bad, like in a barrel, but if she gets it on his skin, or breathes it in, it affects her to a greater degree than it would an ordinary human, and it's not exactly good for an ordinary human.
 
'''INEXPERIENCED'''
 
Gwen is a new hero and is inexperienced, which causes a great many missteps and apologies. She's learning from her mistakes, however, and is becoming better all the time.
 
'''RESPONSIBILITIES'''
 
She has a job, she has classes, and she has friends who are all pressing for her time. She can't miss work or class or she won't be able to make rent or be able to purchase the supplies she needs in order to repair costumes, web-spinners, etc. She is always worried about her friends becoming angry with her for missing pre-arranged dates, and so she tries her hardest to keep from making promises that she cannot keep.
 
'''SECRET IDENTITY'''
 
Gwen maintains the secret of her identity in order to protect her friends and family from her enemies. She is always sure to wear a mask in front of the public, even in front of other heroes no matter how friendly they are as there is always a chance they can be captured and turned.
 
'''SPIDER-SENSE'''
 
Gwen is still having a difficult time interpreting her Spider-Sense ability. When she's in a fight, it's easy to utilize it to help her, but when she's out in the world and trying to use it to help sense danger, or determine where it comes from, she still has a bit off difficulty with the interpretation. When she's tired, or under the influence of alcohol, she has a greater difficulty interpreting the signals.
 
'''WEB SPINNERS'''
 
Gwen's web-spinners operate by drawing moisture from the air and converting it into her web fluid. The problem is during dry periods such as droughts, or extremely dry places will prevent the spinners from operating.
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Arcee

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|NameOnMUSH=Arcee
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=1721
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/aEDltph.jpg
|FullName=Arcee
|Gender=Female
|Species=Cybertronian
|Theme=IDW
|Chartype=SFC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Warrior
|Citizenship=Autobot Commonwealth
|Residence=Protihex (Protihe Province, Cybertron)
|Education=Ludus Arrius
|Groups=[[Autobots]], [[Cybertronians]], [[Space-OOC]]
|Quote="Looks are always deceiving."
|DOB=12 July
|Height=444 cm
|Weight=533 kg
|Hair=None
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Sumalee Montano (voice)
|Song="One Woman Army" by Porcelain Black (Arcee Tribute Version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sd4EJrJrC-4 )
|Profile=Arcee is an accomplished, street smart, and powerful, fighter with little patience for those who don't know their way around a battlefield. She may be one of the most skilled fighters among the Autobots. She works constantly to keep her edge, knowing that one mistake could cost her and her teammates everything. Fast, smart, and always ready for a fight. Her blasters might not pack the punch of the bigger Autobots, but her incredible fighting skill more than makes up for anything she lacks in firepower.
===Current Player Approved: June 04, 2019===
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|Date of Scene=2019/07/13
|Location=Titan Tower Danger Room
|Synopsis=Negasonic practices flying with the instruction of Colette and Kian. Vorpal and Beast Boy show up and derail the lesson with greetings and returns.
|Cast of Characters=281,1220,80,87,353
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Honestly Colette and Kian had a very good point about Ellie's ability to fly and control. Instead of just letting off a constant stream of explosive energy behind her why doesn't she let it out at different rates all around her instead. Ironically though despite Nega having access to not one, but two, dangerrooms the one at Titan's HQ is likely easier to use for practicing. Less snoopy teachers. Which is why we find her blasting around trying to get her flight under more control. t is a bit loud but it is obviously not a violent simulation. Flat terrain. Lots of 'sky'. 

:'''{{#var:1220|Colette (1220)}} has posed:'''     What better way to learn the arts of flying than have two separate teachers giving you guidance based on their entirely different methods of aerial locomotion. "You're dropping on each 'pulse' Nega," Colette heckles from the comfort of the seating by the control console, her booted feet resting on millions of dollars worth of delicated electronics and a can of cola in her hand. "See if you can alternate one behind and one below. Very quickly. So you're compensating for gravity and creating thrust."     It's kind of fun watching Negasonic's attempts at controlled flight. There's something about it that reminds Colette of the way that coyotes are able to remain airborne for short periods of time after chasing road runners off the edge of cliffs, at least according to her favorite nature documentaries. "Oh and do be careful of the ceiling. Keep in mind we're not actually in the open here." 

:'''{{#var:80|Kian (80)}} has posed:'''     Kian *would* ask how he got talked into coming into the Danger Room again, but he knows why, and it's actually a good reason, even by his alien standards.  After all, he knows flight as well as anyone, and probably better than most.     This does not stop him from hesitating long before finally crossing the line between the safe zone and the simulation.     But when he takes to the air, it's almost like he's a different person -- confident, almost cocky.  He swoops a wide circle around Nega, and calls down to Colette, "Of course she is!  That's the nature of pulsed power!  It's not a steady application of thrust, or an unpowered glide."  Dropping below Nega, he grins up at her, keeping pace almost without effort.     The little showoff. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Well it is loud, since really the flight is a lot more to do with jets and rockets than wings, but she isn't going for max speed rightt now. Still she can hear Colette heckling her. She tries to adjust though to her credit alternating the blasts of kinetic explosive energy behind and below. Which does result in a much more controlled climb than the rocketing and angling of full blast. "God damnit.... everyone makes this look so easy... Kentucky makes this look easy too..." loudly stated to get over the noise really. "Are you grinning at me?" she cuts the blasting flight for a moment there, purposely falling right at him. 

:'''{{#var:1220|Colette (1220)}} has posed:'''     "That's easy for you to say," Colette replies to Kian from her lazy perch. "Your wings change angle as you flap. You're not creating thrust in a single direction, you're..." she pauses a moment. "Something about vortexes, prob... vortices, probably. And lift! Wings give you lift. Nega there can't glide, she's..."     Colette pauses as Negasonic starts to plummet down towards Kian. "See!" She gestures with her can of soda. "See, that's Nega not gliding. Told you."     Swinging her legs down from the console, Colette leans forwards and starts tapping away at the controls with her spare hand. No visible changes are made to the scenario... so far. She probably didn't hit enter yet. "You guys up for me adding a few obstacles in there to make things harder?" 

:'''{{#var:80|Kian (80)}} has posed:'''     "Yes, of course I am!" Kian says brightly to Nega.  "You're doing really well -- /kya/!"  Wingless being not flying equals Kian reacting more on reflex than anything else -- he immediately changes his flight upwards, to catch Nega under the arms.  And despite his frequent warnings about contact telepathy, he's evidently made the effort to keep his mind inside his own skull.  All that should be sensed is confidence, light amusement, and the intent to go higher before releasing Nega again.  "You were doing great," and there's admittedly an underneath thought of {for someone without wings} that he can't *quite* stamp down all the way.  "When I let go, take control again, like you had before!"     And he gives Colette a surprisingly smug 'I got this' look. 

:'''{{#var:87|Vorpal (87)}} has posed:''' "Obstacles? That depends," Vorpal's voice comes from behind Colette as he fades into view, "Are you going to add bureaucratic obstacles, or just the boring, ordinary kind?" The Cheshire cat materializes and smirks, crossing his arms. "Really? I have't been gone for that long and you put yellow tape across my dorm door?" He's joking, of course. It was just regular tape. He suspects one of the resident jokesters, of course. Vorpal had been gone for some time, his parents deciding that it was the perfect time for the family to go on an European Trip. The Griswolds had an easier time of it, let's put it at that. His mother had planned so much 'quality time' that it had been virtually impossible for him to slip away for a bit of crimefighting in the U.S. or to visit the team. "Montmartre sends its regards, by the way," he says to Colette. He leans forward and peers at the not-flying Negasonic. "Woah, we have fresh blood?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' The Spiky Goth Punk chick actually forgot about Kian and his contact telepathy. She mostly dropped on him out of snarky spite and also he is not the first winged teammate she has trained with so she was pretty sure he would either dodge out of the way or catch her. Off her he would get amusement and victory, then surprise but not alarm as she is reminded of his contact telepathy. She really doesn't seem to mind, something about a Rachel. "Roger." she quips back as she lets the winged one take her higher and then before he does let her go she spots Vorpal and declares "The cat came back" to Kian, yes she has been reading files and all, social media 'intern' after all. 

:'''{{#var:1220|Colette (1220)}} has posed:'''     Kian's smugness actually pleases Colette immensely, though she tries not to show it. She *wants* the newbies to have an 'I got this' attitude. Uncertainty leads to hesitation, and hesitation can be fatal. For some reason she hasn't really managed to get a handle on herself (probably to do with any more senior members of the team being on leave, too tied up with Gotham affairs, or Raven) she seems to be the one in who's lap it has fallen to whip the necomers into shape, and that kind of can-do attitude is called for in a smoothly functioning team.     Alternative take, Colette is a near-indestructible bundle of over-confidence and is busily inflicting that same over-confidence on the new team mates.     "Bureaucratic obstacles? Could be. I mean we could launch a barrage of tax officials at them, I've got one in the model database. Hey Chaos Cat, how was the vacation?" Colette gestures towards the seat next to her, inviting Vorpal to join the choir. "Yep. Fresh blood. Vorpal, let me introduce you to our new Social Media Intern. She has super powers, obviously. She also has the most awesome codename in the history of Ever. Vorp, meet Negasonic Teenage Warhead. She can make things explode. It's actually in her contract that we let her explode at villains sometimes, but it has to count as a perk rather than part of her salary for insurance reasons." 

:'''{{#var:80|Kian (80)}} has posed:'''     Kian spins away and drops after he releases Nega, ready to catch her again in case... well, let's just diplomatically say in case there are any issues.  Also, she uses explosions to fly and he doesn't want to be within the blast radius.  That could be Bad, with a capital ouch. 

:'''{{#var:87|Vorpal (87)}} has posed:''' "Bird!" Vorpal calls out to Kian in greetings, and then looks at Negasonic and raises his eyebrows. "Okay, that is a bona fide awesome codename. The exploding at people is definitely an added bonus. So, as an intern, are you in charge of fetching the pizza, or does that still fall to the person in the team who can create portals?" He crosses his arms, "Dusty, I hope you can fill me in on any and all insanity that happened while I was away. And, is the green guy anywhere to be seen? I told him I was coming back this weekend." 

:'''{{#var:353|Beast Boy (353)}} has posed:'''      "Who's green?! That's a terrible color to be, like you're gonna hurk at any time!" Gar calls out, stepping into the Danger Room. Dressed in some street clothes, and a freshly shaven face, Garfield Logan lets himself be known.   The Beast Boy stopped over to shower and catch up with folk, luckily the former before the latter. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie has a pretty good idea of the range of her blast field and makes sure that Kian is well clear of her before she lights it up again. Honestly it is loud. Also Colette may be onto something about it being very similar to coyote chasing roadrunneresque propulsion. Negasonic starts to release kinetic blasts under her and behind steadying and then turning before she impacts the side of the danger room. It is much. Much better than the first time Kian and Colette saw her show off how she could 'fly'. That said it leaves a lot to be worked on still. She is really working at trying to get towards the arrivals though, easing off the blasts a bit after angling around and honestly ending with a bit of a controlled fall that she steps quickly through when her feet hit the ground. So as to not go tumbling. "Right. Social media 'intern' and no it is all about making us sound amazing and creating good will with our community and fans and nothing about fetching pizza.. that is what teleporters and speedsters are for anyhow." and yes she bunny ears the intern bit, but seems good natured amused about it really. She nods to Beast Boy and Vorpal "Hey, Nega, or Negasonic .. or Ellie but man do I prefer the first two." yeah she seems pretty okay with saying her actual name since Damian told her his the other day. Trust fall. 

:'''{{#var:1220|Colette (1220)}} has posed:'''     "Come on and say hi to the cat, Nega!" Colette calls out. She's sure that Ellie will have read all about Vorpal on Heropedia and The Capevine - she seems pretty dedicated to the social media intern thing, even if it did start as a joke - but she's equally sure that reading about him won't do Vorpal justice. You have to see it for yourself - not just the quick quips and japes, but the general aura of chaos that seems to somehow permiate the very walls in his presence.     Colette's fingers flicker across the keyboard as she talks, and she finishes with a little flourish that does, as promised, start a volley of ghostly holographic bank clerks for Kian to dodge. The besuited figures hurtle upwards in a ragdoll flail of limbs, a dozen at a time, to fade in a shower of sparks as they hit the ceiling.     "Hey BB!" Colette calls out with one hand raised and waving, though she doesn't turn towards him as he enters, her attention on the bank clerk barrage. "Talking of green, Daro and I ran into the Hulk the other day. When I say ran into, I mean we helped him fight a bunch of Sentinels." 

:'''{{#var:80|Kian (80)}} has posed:'''     Seeing that Nega has her flight more or less under control frees up enough of Kian's mind to hear and respond to Vorpal's "Bird!".  He swoops around and "EEEK!" and finds himself dodging spectral bean counters!     Which, it must be said, he accomplishes fairly easily, although the smile is efficiently wiped from his face.  Worse, he doesn't know who to glare at for that -- it was surreal enough for Vorpal, or throw-him-into-the-deep-end enough for Colette.     What it wasn't, was much of a challenge to a natural aerobat like Kian, so he lands near enough to Vorpal to greet him with a hug (keeping his mind to himself).  But he keeps his attention on Nega, in case he needs to catch her again. 

:'''{{#var:87|Vorpal (87)}} has posed:''' "Good to see ya, bird. Keeping it together?" he gives Kian a hug, being careful- he remembers when they first met, and what happened when the bird man touched him. Fortunately, he has gotten better at not taking accidental trips off Cheshire cats. And then, a distraction appears: "Hey there, Gar!" Vorpal walks over to Beast Boy and gives him his widest grin. "Missed me?" he crosses his arms and raises his eyebrows at him, Groucho Marx-like. He looks over his shoulder at Ellie, and nods, "You can call me Tommy if you wish. Or Tom. And yeah... I know. I know." Everybody goes for the Tomcat bit when they learn what his real name is. "Social media intern? Then you can probably be the one to help me finally get some media exposure out there. Everybody thinks I'm Tigra's cousin, or something." 

:'''{{#var:353|Beast Boy (353)}} has posed:'''      Gar snickers as Vorpal tries to ham it up for him. He rolls his eyes a little bit as he nods. "Maybe. Just a smidge."   Gar waves to everyone, he has always been open to who he is, since he was in the spotlight since a very young age. "I mean, many people know me, I'm Gar Logan." He comments, being in very many movies as the adorable dog that is super loyal and talented, or the T-Rex that looks just so real, because he is. "Anyway, Monster Magnet, good choice!" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Nega pauses and looks up and over at the exploding bank clerks flying up and presenting obstacles for Kian. She focuses a moment and then there is a blast of explosive energy from her up and a lot of earlier than ceiling sparks from exploding bank clerks. She does do it no where near where Kian is dodging to try to land. Turning back to the others she mmms "I wish I'd been there when you fought those damn Sentinels." there is some anger there from the teenager. She looks in her mid teens really. Closer to Damian's age than many on the team. "Tommy or Tom works, or Vorpal maybe. As for Tigra well it could be much worse.. she is so hot." the young woman makes a rwwwrr noise then grins. "But yeah I imagine we can work on your media exposure. Maybe a toyline." is she teasing, maybe a tiny bit. To Gar she notes "I imagine your agent or manager already has someone assigned to your social media stuff, your voice online is excellent." damn when did the teenager get a phone in her hand, she is scrolling on Instagram, Gar's though. 

:'''{{#var:1220|Colette (1220)}} has posed:'''     By the time Kian comes in to land, Colette is nowhere near the controls and paying absolutely no attention to his clerk-dodging exploits. She'll be oblivious to any glaring that might come her way. Quite intentionally. Hey, Kian needs the practise. Wouldn't want him to go into battle under-trained. Besides, the clerks would have just passed right through Kian if he'd had a collision. The kinetic barriers weren't on.     This time.     "Actually there was a SHIELD agent there too," Colette says to Nega as she crushes the now empty soda can rather thoroughly, and balances the crumpled metal on the palm of her hand. "Using some kind a giant particle cannon thing. SHEILD has some weird stuff. That was alien technology. Between the particle cannon, Hulky McHulkface and Daro it's probably best you weren't there for that one, Nega. Let's just say the collateral damage was only just this side of manageable. To be honest if there was someone there who even sneezed particularly loudly that would have probably pushed things over the edge."     Colette hops to her feet and slings her backpack over one shoulder, can still resting on the upright palm of her other hand. "Good training session Nega. And Kian." Okay, clearly it was her not Vorpal who created the clerks. The smirk gives it away. "Welcome back to the Madness, Vorp. Vorp, BB, catch up with me soon. We've got a few things on the boil we should discuss."      Colette heads out of the room with a wave and a last "Laters, Titans!" called over her shoulder. By the time she's gone through the door, the crushed can in the palm of her hand is glowing red. 

:'''{{#var:80|Kian (80)}} has posed:'''     Kian has already put the clerks out of his mind, since he landed without incident.  And also because he can't decide whose fault it was, it wouldn't be fair or proper to blame anyone for it, so he just doesn't.     He casts a quick glance up at Nega to make sure he's not needed in the air, then greets the new arrival with, "You're *very* green."     Kian t'Kaeh, master of the mind-scorchingly obvious. 

:'''{{#var:353|Beast Boy (353)}} has posed:'''      Gar looks to Ellie and blushes slightly. "My Twitter is me. But the Instagram is curated. But all of it is a reflection of me, putting out good vibes to the world. And the occasional burrito binge or pancake race." Gar smiles wide, his snaggleteeth on his jaw showing themselves just ever so much more. "You get what you give, right?" 

:'''{{#var:87|Vorpal (87)}} has posed:''' "That isn't true at all, Gar. All I get is chaos, but I don't *give* chaos." the Cheshire cat leans against the back of the console, and adds almost as an afterthought, "Much." He waves at Colete's departure, and picks up the subject Ellie had been elaborating upon. "Tigra. Yeah. She's... hot. Objectively speaking," he says, raising his hands a little, "Since my tastes tend to go more towards guys... but I have to say I envy her for being able to get away with wearing what she wears. Wearing this stuff..." he tugs at his uniform, "in the middle of the Summer when you're covered in fur? I have to carry bottles of water for patrol so I don't die of heatstroke." He peers over at Gar and seems about to say something, but then he seems to think twice and stops. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' She nods to Gar then laughs a bit "Gods I hope not.. all I give the universe is snark and scathing observational sarcasm... and snark. I do like to skewer some conservatives though and fascists...." there is a shrug from Negasonic. "Still you are wonderful." to Gar and then her attention looks to Vorpal. "Well. I mean. Maybe new uniform in the summer?" she suggests thoughtfully. "I'd imagine we have a uniform budget and some fabrication contacts around here. ... I mean if not I can maybe make something happen." Ellie looks unsure but then tilts her head "Also Tigra, I repeat rwwwr, definitely my type. Well maybe not all the fur.. but the figure." with that thought Nega declares "I'ma get a bottle of water. Thanks for all the help training Kian. Good to meet you both." to Vorpal and Gar and with that she heads towards the elevator. 

:'''{{#var:80|Kian (80)}} has posed:'''     Kian smiles at Nega.  "Anytime.  Flying is something I can always help with."     And then he blinks at Vorpal in genuine confusion.  "Well, if it's too hot to wear, don't wear it."  Says the little birdman in a kilt, sandals, and not much else. 

:'''{{#var:353|Beast Boy (353)}} has posed:'''      Taking a moment to drape an arm over Tommy, Gar gives a smile back to Negasonic. "The fur isn't that bad, but it gets everywhere. And not all the same kind. Wiry, soft, long, short. All green."   "Ooh, I'm gonna call you Mister Mestophiles from now on, what even is a Vorpal anyway." As he muses, a grumble emits lowly from his stomach. "Alright, I think it's time for a sammich, see y'all on the flip side! Or you know, I'm the kitchen, so I could see you there too..." He shifts forms into a green golden retriever, and starts galloping to the stairs, heading down to the kitchen, where he will no doubt leave the tower with a deficit of honey ham. 

:'''{{#var:87|Vorpal (87)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, like I'm going to be bouncing around in a loincloth. Flashing the population of Metropolis is not how I plan to make my name stick, y'know..." The Cheshire cat ohs, and waves at Ellie as she heads out. When Gar heads out as well, he looks a little puzzled and confides, sotto voce, to Kian "I don't know. You'd thought Gar would have been more excited to see me..." he trails off. Vorpal pushes off from the console and stands up, shaking his head. "I should probably go and check my room. And take a shower. It's good to see you again, Bird." 
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