https://www.unitedheroesmush.com/api.php?hidebots=1&urlversion=1&days=30&limit=50&action=feedrecentchanges&feedformat=atomUnited Heroes MUSH - Recent changes [en]2024-03-29T14:28:38ZTrack the most recent changes to the wiki in this feed.MediaWiki 1.37.3https://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=Dean_Winchester&diff=33219&oldid=29983Dean Winchester2024-03-29T14:23:19Z<p></p>
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|Location=Backyard - Xavier's School<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:7430|Gabby (7430)}} has posed:'''<br>A typical February Saturday at Xavier's school. Some of the students have gone home to see family, some are out in the city shopping, and a bunch of them are goofing off around the mansion. Or in this case. On top of it. There's the sort of typical young people joking around noises coming from up above. The sort of noises most people would ignore unless they were highly trained or just very lucky. <br><br> Like 'I dare you to jump off the roof' and 'I'll totally do it for a pack of cupcakes'. <br><br> What follows is a 'wheeeeeeeeeeee' noise of exhilaration. Which is cut short by a sound that's a lot like someone breaking a bag of wet sticks and an OOF. As one Gabby Kinney proves that she might not know fear but that doesn't mean she's immune from gravity. Or the ground. <br><br> From up on the roof there's a lot of shrieking and the sounds of people running away before any teachers can turn up. "Hey! What about my cupcakes!?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:7430|Gabby (7430)}} has posed:'''<br>You'd think a fall like that would hurt someone, even if they do heal, but Gabby just sort of lays there letting herself knit back together. Or at least she does until Domino speaks. Then she twists and tries to wave. It'd be much friendlier if her arm wasn't at an exceptionally unnatural angle... <br><br> "It's just a few broken bones," she says matter of factly. Even as said bones knit themselves back together again. "I'll be fine in no time at all. I'm Gabby by the way. You might have met my sister Laura? Anyway I wasn't doing it for the money I just wanted cupcakes.... Plus someone dared me." A beats pause. "And then someone else /double dared me/." <br><br> And the school pays for the laundry bills. So really there's no cost to her personally.. <br><br> She sniffs the air. "So who're you? And what's in the sandwich?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:180|Domino (180)}} has posed:'''<br>Neena takes the awkward noodle-arm waving in stride. Metaphorically, since she's not actually walking. But she's also not stopping from taking another bite of her turkey club. Chewing slowly and then swallowing. "Uh-huh. Just some broken bones."<br><br>Her gaze lingers for a moment, eyebrow above that black spot lifting, "So you're like... a wolverine? Half a wolverine? A third? Some amount of Wolverine."<br><br>She snorts softly, "Me and Laura have run into each other a couple times, but I don't hang out here much. I'm Neena. Domino. I'm lucky." She sighs and shakes her head slowly. "Turkey, bacon, lettuce and tomato. Mayo. There's no bacon left though."<br><br>Neena's sure not going to admit there's no bacon left because she cooked the last three strips and put them in her sandwich. That bacon just... disappeared. Of its own volition.<br><br>And then she's eying Gabby again, slowly, "You /do/ look an awful lot like Laura. Also, did you know you can get cupcakes /with/ money? Like, most bakeries don't even expect you to jump off a roof for 'em."<br />
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:'''{{#var:7430|Gabby (7430)}} has posed:'''<br>"Oh there's probably some internal injuries too," Gabby says like this is no big deal either. "Normally I'd roll with the landing, make it a lot better, but there was something slippery on the edge of the roof..." She shrugs. Or is she popping her shoulder back into the socket. Slipping on a roof could happen to anyone. Just a spot of bad luck. "I'm a clone of Laura so I'm exactly as much of a Wolverine as she is? But /my/ codename is Honey Badger. They're like Wolverines only from Africa." <br><br> She grins. <br><br> "Nice to meet you Neena, Domino, Lucky." Gabby doesn't ask for some of the sandwich, but she sniffs and looks up at it with hungry eyes. "I should look almost identical to her. Just a bit younger." <br><br> The more she gets put back together the more she does indeed look like a younger, happier, Laura Kinney. Except for the scars on her face. Those don't seem to be healing up at all. <br><br> "Yeah but money means working a job and that means having papers. Plus there's a bunch of evil corporate booger brains who... I guess they want to take me back to a lab? Or maybe they need to get rid of me so no-one knows they're doing illegal stuff? Besides. There isn't a bakery in the school grounds now is there?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:180|Domino (180)}} has posed:'''<br>Neena sighs like she's just... /used/ to that. Then again, she knows Deadpool so yeah, 'Internal injuries are no biggie' could be said to be a common viewpoint amongst her acquaintances. She sighs out and tilts her head thoughtfully. "Honey Badger. Well, that's definitely a cooler codename than Laura."<br><br>She gives a flash of a grin and a solemn little nod.<br><br>"Good to meet you too. Even if it was... kind of dramatic. Seriously, like, there's gotta be an easier way to get cupcakes. Plus now that those kids cheated you out of cupcakes you need to get revenge on them. It's going to be an entire /thing/. You can't let people get one up on you or sooner or later all your clients start thinking they can skip out on the bill. Then you need to get a car bomb and pick someone to make an example of and..."<br><br>She heaves out a sigh and pinches the bridge of her nose, rubbing it soothingly. "I mean, working a /nine to five/ job involves paperwork and tax forms and stuff. But there are a lot of jobs out there that pay strictly in duffel bags of unmarked small bills, or a briefcase of precious stones or... I mean, finding a good fence is a pain in the ass, but..."<br><br>She frowns thoughtfully, "I don't /think/ there's one on school grounds but I'm like ninety percent sure there's this mutant friendly donut place in Westchester. I mean, donuts aren't cupcakes, but they're donuts."<br />
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:'''{{#var:7430|Gabby (7430)}} has posed:'''<br>"Laura could have a cooler codename if she wanted I'm sure.... Like uh... Wolver... ina? No that sucks... Snikterdoodle?" Gabby frowns. "Okay codenames are hard." She blinks. "Clawdette! No wait that's just a name name but with a weird spelling..." <br><br> She begins getting up, patting herself down to make sure everything is in the right place, rolling her shoulders. Joints making clicking and popping noises. <br><br> "They didn't cheat me /yet/," she assures. "Until the cupcakes are eaten they can still be mine! They are just having some perfectly normal second thoughts about daring people to jump off things and even if they do run I can track them down." Gabby taps her nose then sniffs the air and looks up. "They might even have left my prize on the roof." <br><br> Her attention snaps back to Domino. "Why do you need a good fence? Oh! To keep animals in? Do you have a farm of something?" She rubs a little blood off her hands onto her pants. "Donuts are pretty great. I wonder why no-one has thought of putting a big swirl of cupcake frosting on a donut? They could call them... Cupnuts."<br />
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:'''{{#var:180|Domino (180)}} has posed:'''<br>Neena just stares. Eyes slowly widening, until they're like saucers. "OH MY GOD. Yes. YES! ...I mean, my luck'll totally... like... there's no way she's going to /kill me/ if I call her Snikterdoodle... everyone likes cookies..." and it's so very clear gears are turning, wheels are spinning and Neena's plotting. Planning.<br><br>Working out an exfiltration route for a swift escape when she calls Laura Snikterdoodle. Proper planning is key.<br><br>She sighs and once more that nose is being pinched, "I... yeah. They /should/ be having second thoughts. I mean, I'm no teacher or whatever, but I don't think baldy would appreciate kids learning to jump off the godda- ... dang... roof to get prizes. I mean, okay, maybe we can convince Rogue to leap off the roof to do a cannonball into the pool, that'd be kinda cool, but like... she's an adult."<br><br>And then her head is reeling as she just groans softly, "I... it's... not that kind of fence. Don't worry about it. Really. Just uhh... worry about the cupcakes and..."<br><br>Neena's shoulders slump. "...That's definitely an idea."<br />
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:'''{{#var:7430|Gabby (7430)}} has posed:'''<br>Domino might have a lucky escape if she uses that name. But Gabby? She'll be in for some pretty awful training if Laura finds out it was her idea.... <br><br> "I'm eighteen you know! I'm basically a grown up too," she points out. "It's just I grew up in a lab so I don't really get all the normal people stuff. Plus I bet they dare each other to jump off the roof /all the time/ here." Admittedly usually it's kids who can fly or negate gravity. "If they didn't want people doing it the roof wouldn't be so easy to access." She frowns. "Speaking of which I should probably climb up there and see if they left the cupcakes behind. Once you finish that sandwich can I get a boost? It'll be quicker to climb up the building than go all the way indoors and take the stairs..." <br><br> Honey Badger takes a few steps back like she's about to run right at the wall. "Okay so maybe food names are tough like codenames. But think about it. You put cream cheese on a bagel. Donuts are basically sweet bagels. You cut the donut in half and put cream cheese frosting inside. Add some sprinkles. Then you've got the hottest bakery product since the cronut."<br />
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:'''{{#var:180|Domino (180)}} has posed:'''<br>Neena's not going to discourage Gabby from climbing back up the mansion. Hell, those bricks aren't hers. In fact, she's going to watch the spunky young mutant ascend to cupcake victory! Hopefully. Or to find out who she has to hunt down for her cupcakes. Good luck, kiddo!<br><br>Neena braces her back against the wall and cups her hands into a stirrup with the sandwich hanging from her mouth. Why wait to finish it? There's only like two bites left!<br><br>Plus, it saves her from having to remark about Gabby's idea of the world's new dessert craze. ...Honestly, she might wind up trying that. People cut donuts in half to griddle them to be burger buns, why NOT cut it in half to fill it with delicious sweets? Hm. Hmmmmm.<br />
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:'''{{#var:7430|Gabby (7430)}} has posed:'''<br>"They've already done cupcakes filled with fruit fillings. Like lemon or raspberry injected into the cake. Which is basically taking the donut inspiration the other way..." Gabby explains like this is ground breaking news that is vitally important to share. Heedless of the fact there is a not insubstantial amount of blood marking where she landed. "Anyway it was great meeting you Neena Domino Lucky." <br><br> There may have been some miscommunication about where the name stopped and the codename &amp; powersets began there. <br><br> And before anyone can clear the situation up? She's charging forward. Remarkably fast for someone under five foot tall. <br><br> Her foot planted on the cupped hands she launches herself skywards. Thankfully climbing the outside of a perfectly normal school building isn't exactly hard for someone trained as an assassin. And she scrambles her way up like it's no big deal. <br><br> "And you better not steal my cupnut idea and become famous!" she calls back over her shoulder. "Or I'll have to track you down to demand my share of the profits!"<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16050/More_Trouble_in_the_Park&diff=33211&oldid=016050/More Trouble in the Park2024-03-27T19:54:30Z<p>Cain warns Lorna of an evil double, bumping into Remy along the way.</p>
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:'''<br>Spring is around the corner, and while a thin layer of crystalline snow still covers the ground, the sun is shining and weather is mild enough that there are more people out on the pond this afternoon. While not a fan of crowds, Lorna has staked out a piece of the pond to herself, sitting on a bench as she ties up her skates, happy to enjoy a quiet skate alone.<br />
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:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>Even at his most restrained and social, Cain Marko is a walking wrecking ball with size that makes him look like a Monster Truck rolling its way through regular traffic when it comes to meandering down the sidewalk or paths in the local winding park. He's not all 'Juggernauted' out but...he does stand out and that makes the occasional visits to Mutant Town somewhat refreshing. His size is still monstrous and intimidating but he's much less likely to get long stares or photos snapped of him as if he were some celebrity sports figure or some other physical titan worthy of trending on instagram.<br><br>It's hard being one of hte biggest men alive.<br><br>However there are some things that can stop even him in his tracks. Surprise is one of them. He sees Lorna from a distance and reaches up to lift sunglasses from his eyes and to peer her direction in confusion. "Huh."<br><br>After a glance around, searching for signs of any others of the Xers...he turns back in her directio and begins a slow plodding approach.<br />
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:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>Remy LeBeau and One-Eyed Jack, destroyer of shoes, are out for a run. Or more accurately, Remy is running while Jack bolts to the ends of his leash trying to sniff random objects. He then usually ends up doing an involuntary back flip as he reaches the end of his leash's slack, shakes his entire body, and runs along for another 15-30 seconds before the process repeats itself. To those not aware, Jack is a Derp. <br><br> He notices Cain before he notices Lorna. He doesn't have a particular beef with the Juggernaut. Sure they've crossed paths a few times in the super egos, but that is business. And while Remy considers Marko a Grade A USDA Slab of Prime Asshole, that's no reason to start a fight in the middle of the park... Still best to check what the big man is up to.<br><br> Jack meanwhile spots Lorna, who is usually good for a Tummy rub and bolts for her... Which means that the two are heading at slightly different angles... and Jack does another involuntary back flip. YOINK!<br />
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:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:'''<br>Lorna Dane draws a deep breath, climbing to her feet. She's not super graceful, but she is pretty focused and confident in herself and she takes easily to the ice, twirling and gliding slowly over the smooth surface, lost in her own thoughts. She does not notice Juggernaut's hulking form at first, but it's hard not to miss a barking yapping dog running towards her. She blinks and slows down, keeping her balance as the dog runs towards her which causes her to smirk. "Hey, you're Remy's dog, aren't you?" which means..<br><br>Green eyes narrow, spotting Remy..Heading towards Juggy who is heading towards her. But she also knows he occasionally works for her father and this might be a business call, so she remains relaxed, waiting for him to join her. "Juggernaut? What is it..?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>"Hey, hey....do I look like I'm here on business? Call me Cain..." <br><br>Juggernaut's deep voice is languid, almost boredly amused as he looks her over..expectantly. It's quite clear that he seems to be waiting for something and he's studying her very, very intently.<br><br>"Huh.." he finally concludes while inclining his head slowly. "....You got more then one person in your head? Or is it really some sorta clone or alternate universe nonsense..."<br><br>It all could very well be gibberish sounding to her but he seems to be trying to work something out without actually explaning why he's there or looking at her so closely.<br><br>"Not kidnapping anymore kids, are you greenie?"<br><br>Att his point he takes note of Remy's approach, finally actually paying attention to the dog and tracking its leash back to the owner. "Oh great... Cajun Food."<br />
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:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>Remy LeBeau smirks rolling his eyes at the huge man's comment, slowing his jog as he approaches. "Not mah fault yah invulnerability don' extend ta spice mon ami." He says with a smirk. The Cajun's stopping point is not quite close enough for Jack's tastes in relationship to Lorna of course so... YOINK! This does not seem to affect the mutts pleasure at seeing one of his favorite Tummy Rubbers (See also: Anyone who rubs his tummy).<br />
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:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:'''<br>Lorna Dane nods, noting the lack of uniform, smirking slightly, "So then what..This a social call? Didn't figure you to be a fan of ice skating." and then come the accusations and her eyes darken a shade. "Excuse me?! I'm not in the habit of kidnapping children..And I don't appreciate being accused of such. Just who do you think I am?!"<br><br>She nods to Remy as he reins in his dog. "Hello, Remy, I hope you are not here with more accusations." she greets him coolly, not sure what to expect now. glancing back to Cain, she snorts, "Multiple personality..?" but that does give he4 pause. She has been having bad migraines lately, but maybe it's just a coincidence?<br />
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:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>The strength behind Lorna's response to his words just causes Cain to smirk slightly and then incline his head as he looks at her. He reaches a hand up to rub at his jaw line, scratching the heavy growth of hair there with a sound akin to a dried out hard brush being dragged across concrete.<br><br>"Hmm.."<br><br>He cuts his gaze back towards Remy briefly and grunts, "It aint the food I got a problem with, cajun..." But he doesn't linger on him and looks away from Remy back to Lorna, "Aint you heard, greenie? Word is that you or someone that looks like you is out there causing trouble. So much so that it's got your blond haired boyfriend all in his feels and feeling inadequate when his older brother gets brought up. .." <br><br>There's a pause and then Cain clarifies further, "Well..less a word and more a fact since I saw it for myself so...you either got somebody doing a good job impersonating you or...you got a problem you need looking into or.....you're a really good actress. Magnetrix. Cool name..."<br><br>There's one more pause as he holds her in his gaze, still smiling before continuing, "No skin off my back, mind you, but I imagine your friends over at the mansion may think otherwise." a glance is given towards Remy at that.<br />
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:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>Remy LeBeau smirks just a bit, "Not particularly. Jus' getting de dog some fresh air." He says Honestly while Jack wiggles at the edge of his leash waiting for Lorna to get close enough to give tummy rubs... only to realize Cain also has fingers that are not currently giving tummy rubs. So he bounds over to the walking mountain, yaps a few times and then flops on his back expectantly. To be fair Jack would take tummy rubs from the Devil... he's literally done it. At Cain's words, Remy shrugs lightly. "First Ah'm 'earing of it, but Ah'm not big on mansion gossip ot'erwise." He gives Jack's leash a light tug "Stop bot'ering de nice Supervillian.." Jack ignores him.<br />
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:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:'''<br>Lorna Dane frowns deeply, arms folded tightly as she ponders his words. "I see...Sounds like you got me confused with..That girl I saw at the club the other day..I knew she had a thing for my boyfriend, but, didn't think she was sick enough to try and take over my life." she sighs, shaking her head, "That bitch, what's her angle? And how could you possibly mistake her for me? She's nothing like me.." now she just seems annoyed. "And what's this about kidnapping kids?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>The bruiser eyes Lorna for a long while there. Heavy seconds that seem to hang in the air. He slowly leans over and reaches a meaty hand down to scratch at the belly of the canine and then straightens back up as he eyes Remy, "Aint no rumor, cajun. I was there..."<br><br>He glances back to Lorna now, "What girl at a club? She have green hair like you? Magnetism powers? The ability to fly and raise up forcefields? Some sorta base under the lake in the park in Salem Center where she was keepin' kids? I even threw the kid with claws at her at Logan's request. Seems like some plain' ol'girl in a club looking to harass you wouldn' have been able to stop that.."<br><br> He shakes his head and shrugs lightly, "listen if you say it wasn't you I believe you. I got no reason not to. I'm not in it. But I -was-s there and I know what I saw. Sounds like you got a problem..."<br />
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:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>Remy LeBeau makes a slight face as he listens to Cain's explanation. "Dat do seem a bit peculiar Ah mus' say." He admits after a second. "Maybe yah shoul' come bac ta de mansion wit' me an let..." ~Don't say Xavier in front of Juggernaut! Don't say Xavier in front of Juggernaut! Don't say Xavier in front of Juggernaut!~ "...someone take a look at yah. Not sayin' yah wrong, but in our line of work yah never know when someone may 'ave 'ad a tinker wit' yah t'inker." Since Cain has apparently finished with his doggie Attention, Jack proceeds to slip between Remy's legs (unknowingly wrapping one up in the leash) and moving to Lorna so that she can likewise give proper attention to the pooch.<br />
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:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:'''<br>Lorna Dane hmms, "Dunno, she looked a like me, and was pretty interested in my boyfriend..Seemed to be taking turns flirting with him and some strange charming guy who seemingly vanished into fog.." she frowns, "Oh but it was probably just stage lights. Can't say what powers she has as she made no demonstrations but..It's worth looking into. If someone is impersonating me, I want to know who and why.."<br />
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:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>"What i saw wasn't 'stage lights'. She could have seriously hurt some folk and killed others. I didn't get a close look at her but if she 'looked like you' and was interested in you and now I'm telling you that she used powers like you...that should say something. It's more then 'worth looking into' I think. I'd be a bit aggressive.."<br><br>Cain glances at Remy and frowns lightly. He got the implication, that's for sure... but he doesn't seem particularly bothered. There's no way Remy could know he's cooled somewhat on those matters. He doesn't like any of them, that's for sure, but he's at least able to speak to them all, including 'him' if need be. Certainly a far cry from the past.<br><br>"Listen, I did my good deed for the day.. both in helping them and now.."<br><br>He turns and begins walking away, "I got places to be tonight. You do what you want with wht I told ya. Out of my hands now..."<br />
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:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>Remy LeBeau nods slightly to Marko, not seeing a point in antagonizing the huge man further. "Be safe out dare." He says to the man's back, pretty much unnessicarily. Telling Juggernaut is about like asking where does an 800 lb. Gorilla sleep. He glances to Lorna and adds, "Ah brought mah bike, if yah wan' Ah c'n give yah a li---GAAAH!" ... So Remy is known for his swan like grace and cat like agility. He can move so smoothly as to not be picked up by motion sensors... all that goes out the window when a huge mutt wraps both his ankles in the leash and then spots a Squirrel looking for handouts... Remy proceeds to do his own involintary back flip.<br />
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:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:'''<br>Lorna Dane rolls her eyes at Cain, "Who says I'm not worried?" Remy is given a surprised look as he tells Juggy to 'take care'. Biting her lip, she skates back to the bench, pulling off her skates. Looks like she will need to have a serious talk with the Xmen Afterall. So much for taking the night off...<br />
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|Date of Scene=2024/02/22<br />
|Location=Apple Park - Salem Center<br />
|Synopsis=Jacen ran into Sarah in the park. Cameron came by and not long after a Terminator arrived and hijinks ensued.<br />
|Cast of Characters=10414, 9892, 9890<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> Parks are good. It is difficult for Jacen to find his way to anything that feels like home. Currently, he is just walking around and enjoying nature. It isn't something he is able to do often so he takes advantage when he can. <br />
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:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>It's just past the dinner hour, which means in February, it is getting dark.. fast. And with the dark, the warmer than average temperatures are dropping. Leaving the few people enjoying the outdoors shivering and quickly bailing for their warm homes.<br><br>Not so Sarah.<br><br>Everyday, whether she felt like it, rain or shine, in sickness and in health- whether she had worked or not, Sarah always does her exercises. Whether at a park; whether out in the country doing cross country, or availing herself for target shooting. Or at her home.. She always does something to keep herself in tip top shape.<br><br>Today she was doing her own exercises - taking advantage of the warm weather,and running circuits interspersed with cardio and flexibility activities. She was on the monkey bars doing her sit ups, each time she let herself go upside down, and then had to touch her knees forcing herself to sit up, and then do it all over again.<br><br>"Forty.. nine.." Relax. "Fifty.."<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> Darker or not, it is difficult to miss someone hanging from the monkey bars. There are lights and a moon. Whatever the case, Jacen slow his steps to get a looks. He smiles a little when he recognizes Sarah, but he doesn't interupt her. <br><br> Divided between moving on or being the weird guy watching from the shadows, he starts to step away and work down the path,"Hey Sarah." he calls in that distinct mid western accent. That might tip her off so she doesn't just suddenly see movement. <br />
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:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>Sarah is generally aware of where she is in space and the people around her. It was vital that she be aware. Or else..<br><br>"Jacen." She lowers her body down until she was looking at him upside down. "I'm beginning to think that you've got a crush on me." She doesn't crack a smile. But neither does she sound serious. As though she could mean it either way. And furthermore could be waiting for his response to know how she was going to play this out. "Should I stop?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> He pauses and looks back at her,"Terrible crush. Doncha know a man always wants what he cain' have?" he quips back and smirks a little. He walks a little closer to speak easier with her. <br><br> A shrug and he replies,"Nah. Y'r good. I jus' didn' wanna interupt ya too much. Jus' sayin' hi so ya knew I w's close't hand an' didn' think I w's some kinda creeper." <br />
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:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>A laughs issues from her at his response. "Probably just as well. I don't date." Though these days she can't even blame it on John, not that he has grown. And lately with him off working for the beginnings of the Resistance? She was in need of an excuse.<br><br>Then again. Jacen didn't sound like he was harbouring a secret crush. And Sarah was very adept at sussing out lies.<br><br>"I'm almost done." Well.. not really, but she says it. "Get me to 60 and I'll be done."<br><br>Sixty out of this set of one hundred. Yeah, she'll be here later.<br><br>Taking her time to crossover elbows to knees, she finishes, and hops off.<br><br>"So, what has you walking around a park after dinner in the middle of winter?<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> "Prolly easier that way." he replies when she mentions not dating,"Datin' puts labels on ya an' sets expectations o' others f'r you ta live up to." <br><br> Nodding, he waits for her to do the rest of her workout and watches the park a little. Not actively looking for trouble or expecting it really, but mindful. They are in New York after all. <br><br> "I've been on th' ambulance t'day'n needed ta get back ta Earth. Sometimes I need ta get back ta nature'r at least's close's possible." <br />
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:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>"Nothing to do with labels." Sarah doesn't explain further than that.She returns to the situps once more, making them look easy. Which is odd. If you weren't aware of what goes into a physically fit individual - not a weightlifter, or a gym rat, you might miss her subtle signs. She doesn't have much fat. Her balance is exquisite. Every move that she makes is deliberate - even when she pretends otherwise.<br><br>Not to mention, beyond fitness, she situates herself between an exit and herself, and she always keeps her body ready to be reactive.<br><br>This last set she makes it harder - crossing her body over her knees to make each push up. Soon though she is done, and flips herself upright on the ground. "I'm sure you don't want to jog with me."<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> He nods and parially watches her work out and partially stays aware of the surroundings. Not paranoid, but also wary of his surroundings. His body, what she can see or has seen, is that of a devoted athlete. He is in peak shape. Not military level maybe, but certainly pro athlete levels. <br><br> A shake of his head and he tells her,"No prolly not joggin'. If I had some sweat pants'n an some decent runnin' shoes, sure. I could show you some things we do when we're trainin' f'r state wrestlin' competition. Might show ya somethin' new, might not." <br />
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:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>"I can do the jogging later." Of course, unusually a bit of a chortle escapes from Sarah. "For some reason, I feel you would beat me." Whether she means it or not is another thing altogether. For the average human she would put herself against one. With powers? That is another thing.<br><br>"I don't really get up people's faces." Which is partly a lie. "I like to keep my body toned. For me. I really don't like public places where they watch you. You know." She shrugs.<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> "Maybe, maybe not." he replies with a shrug when she mentions him beating her. He smirks a little and admits,"Somehow I get th' feelin' someone sets you off ya ain' gonna have no kinda trouble all up'n their face." he tells her,"I understand th' not likin' public places though. I met a guy wrestlin', tought strong an' a national champion. He could be out wrestlin' in front o' people no problem, but get'm in a group on his own. Didn' like people at all. It's funny." <br />
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:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>Sarah grows quiet. "I think that people was brag about being able to punch out someone's lights aren't really the ones you have to look out for. Sure they can beat you into a pulp, but you know about them. They advertise."<br><br>A light, easy shrug then.<br><br>"Not funny at all. The wrestling was a job. It comes with parameters. Way you behave. But when he was somewhere else? He wasn't a wrestler. See?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> "I think y'r right." he agrees,"An old friend o' mine tol' me that if ya go'n a bar and there are several men talking loud and obnoxious they ain' th' problem. Th' one'n th' corner drinkin', keepin' ta himself, an' not bein' obnoxious, that's th' one ya don' wanna part of." <br><br> He nods as he considers,"There is a big difference between on the mats and walkin' 'round people like normal true enough. Justa farm kid like me otherwise. Well cept f'r th' part he's rich b'cause he's gone on ta world fame's a pro wrestler and a champion MMA fighter." <br />
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:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>"Sometimes you make more of a difference by not being well known."<br><br>Sarah says it to him. But there is a hint of truth to that for herself.<br><br>"Now that we've waxed philosophical.. Am I keeping you from something?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> A shrug and he replies,"I think y'r right. I ain' mad 'bout fame I've had, bu' sometimes it's easier when folks don' know ya." <br><br> He looks through the park and shakes his head,"Nah. I w's just passin' through on a simple nature walk. I miss th' woods'n back country. This's close's I c'n get right now." <br />
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:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>Sarah smirks. "I don't know about your fame. I like you anyways."<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> He smirks a little and shrugs,"I don' talk 'bout it a lot. It paid f'r m' schoolin' an' then some. I figger ya don' watch a lotta television since ya hadn' recognized me. Not like I'm an actor'r nothin', but been on tv a few times. I'm glad ya like me not knowin' though. Prefer that." <br />
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:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>"I haven't paid attention to tv since.. oh god.. say since I was in University? I got pregnant. Dropped out. Needed a job. The usual."<br><br>Sarah shrugs and with a half smile. Nothing about that was a lie. Except why she didn't have a tv. And living off the grid in South America, working for gun runners didn't make it to her story for obvious reasons.<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> "You're probably better off." he replies in regards to the TV comment,"Corrupts th' mind'r pollutes th' youth. Grandfather used ta say somethin' like that anyway." A shake of his head,"I don' think th' one at m' place's been turned on f'r more'n th' weather an' traffic situations." <br />
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:'''{{#var:9890|Cameron (9890)}} has posed:'''<br>And that's when there was a figure approaching. A familiar face to them both, though obviously moreso to Sarah. Cameron was dressed comfortably in a tank top with a scooped neck and narrow straps. It wasn't long enough to reach her waistband on her black jeans. There was a matching black belt with silver rivets. Her feet were hidden away in a pair of heavy black boots that rose to just below her knees, the jeans tucked into them neatly. Over it all she had a grey hoodie, unzipped and hood down. This way the gun at the small of her back wouldn't be easily visible to anyone. <br><br>Such a paranoid family, if people were to realize. <br><br>"It's you again." It was a general observation with nothing added to the tone to make it approving or disapproving. Just voicing something that didn't really need to be voiced. She looked from Jacen to Sarah then back to Jacen. "Good to see you again." She can play nice too.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>Cameron has the worst timing.. or the best timing..<br><br>"Jacen was walking around the park, while I was doing my exercises." Seeing as the monkey are *right there* Sarah was probably doing sit ups while hanging upside down. Given that? Either she wasn't armed, or most likely, it was in her boot. "Is it time to get home?"<br><br>Funny. But then again, they were a weird family.<br><br>And maybe Jacen would think about it: Sarah hadn't said she'd gotten pregnant a second time. She could have gotten pregnant again?<br><br>While the trio were talking, a female walked by on the nearby path. Stopped. And slowly walked on with precise steps. Almost as if in marching, only slower.<br><br>tSlower..<br><br>Slower..<br><br>Then silence.<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> Jacen's attention shifts from Sarah as they are approached by Cameron. His eyes measure and identify, recognition flickers in his eyes. A nod to her finally and he replies,"So it seems." He gives her about as much tone as he gets, but warms a little at the end,"Good ta see you's well." <br><br> Movement. He might not be a machine, but he's been a hunter all his life and even in low light conditions he notices movement or unusual sounds. The woman gets a,"Huh." as he notices the slow walk,"Ya reckon that one's been drinkin'?" <br />
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:'''{{#var:9890|Cameron (9890)}} has posed:'''<br>Her eyes moved first, turning toward the approaching sound then her head following that movement as she focused on the woman. Her internal HUD was quickly evaluating the woman. Height, build, movement, analyzing every detail. And what she came up with was not good. It didn't prove what the woman was but the telltale numbers did match. Of course, there were women of all sizes and builds in the world so it could be nothing. But that movement and precision? <br><br>Better to err on the side of caution. <br><br>"You should leave now." And her friendly tone was gone. Only, again it wasn't a negative tone. In fact it was nothing. Flat. Her expression had fallen into a neutral expression and she never looked back to the duo. <br><br>Instead, she took a step forward, placing herself between where the woman had stopped moving and where Sarah was standing. She was not approaching or pursuing the unknown woman but she certainly wasn't going to leave Sarah in the open either. <br><br>"Small of my back," she stated, words that Sarah would know meant that there was a weapon there she could grab if she needed it before making it back to her vehicle. Then Sarah took a step backwards, to go with them but keeping her eye on the target.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>Fuck.<br><br>The woman had tweaked Sarah's alarms. But when Cameron reacted the way that she did? Sarah knew. 100% knew. The woman wasn't a drunk. Far from it.<br><br>Taking the gun from Cameron, she tossed her keys to Jacen. "In my truck. In the gun safe. Bring them" To heck with being polite. Or even the polite..ish family. It was kill or be killed, and unfortunately Jacen was a bystander who would be nothing for the terminator to mow down as she tried to get Sarah.<br><br>The woman had stopped. Very definitely stopped. And turned her upper body around at Cameron's words. With the same eerie sense that she wasn't real. Not really. "Two of you. Not the third. Interesting."<br><br>She opened her coat, and looked to be taking something out.<br><br>Definitely a gun. Unusual in its make. And bigger than the one that Cameron had offered Sarah.<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> Guns and tension. Jacen catches the keys tossed and looks at the other two,"What?" Movement gets his attention and the woman pulling a gun makes him spout something in a Native dialect that about has to be a curse. He'd noticed the truck, notices the weapons the women have, and his solid lack of weapons. He produces something from the medicine pouch and looks towards the truck,"Fine." <br><br> Not that anyone can see, but a spectral moutain lion appears before Jacen, the cat screaming into the void noiselessly. He isn't the Flash, but the speed he leaves with is better than a world class sprinter and then some. <br />
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:'''{{#var:9890|Cameron (9890)}} has posed:'''<br>There was a quick scan of the weapon being drawn. Admittedly, she no longer had a weapon but she had no doubt that Sarah would be taking a few shots. Her purpose? To keep Sarah Connor safe. John already was. Thus she would do everything in her power to keep his mother that way.<br><br>Which she did have quite a few gifts of her own. Though with Jacen being unaware of that, it would probably be quite the shock for him as this played out.<br><br>Though the words from the terminator machine had been filed into Cameron's memory. This was not the one the Resistance knew of. Not the one that was hunting for Sarah to use her to find John. Though, the machines all would think that way potentially. If they didn't just have kill-all-on-sight programmed. This terminator was here for some other purpose, some other reason to be sent into the past to perform something needed for Skynet to ensure its future. It could be something simple like buying something at the right time or more complex like killing someone that was important to the fanatical machine in some way. <br><br>No time to think about it right now though. That weapon wouldn't kill her but it sure as hell would cause some damage. Having no weapon of her own to fire, she instead rushed the figure, trying to close the distance before she could bring the weapon to bear on Sarah. At least, she presumed she would be trying to shoot Sarah. If the terminator opted to shoot Cameron, at least it would give time for Sarah and Jacen to escape hopefully.<br><br>Though one thing about Sarah. She was a very stubborn woman. Very. Capital V. To the point that sometimes she would fight when she should flee.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>Of course, Sarah was stubborn. And frankly with Jacen right here as a sitting duck she didn't think of getting away. Which might have been a mistake.<br><br>Still she drew her gun on the woman and fired.<br><br>From where Jacen was he could have sworn that Sarah had hit the woman right between the eyes.<br><br>The woman staggered a bit. And then put her feet the right way and took a step towards Cameron. And, essentially, Sarah.<br><br>Searching.. searching..<br><br>Without warning the woman fired with her gun half out-half in her coat. "Where is the boy?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> Jacen grabs the door and pulls it open. He grabs the safe and then starts to turn. A frown and he looks behind the seat. Sarah is always prepared and so she would have the fluids for the truck. Brake fluid. He nods and grabs that too before turning back towards the mess he left behind. Again, speed way faster than natural carries him to Cameron and Sarah. The woman shoot at the other women causes a stop, then another burst of speed after the shooting pauses. He drops the safe and goes past them towards the swimming pool not too far away. The magic cowboy is crazy or in panic or something. <br />
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:'''{{#var:9890|Cameron (9890)}} has posed:'''<br>Unfortunately, terminators had really good aim. Thus when the weapon was fired, Cameron took the shot right to the gut. Not that it slowed her down in the slightest. She acknowledged the damage, began running a diagnostic, even as she reached the point where the woman stood. She reached out to grab the gun even as it was brought up higher in an attempt to shoot her in the face. With a crunching sound, the weapon was destroyed with the tightening of her fist. <br><br>Not that it ended the fight. This was far from over. Her analysis showed this model was much like her own. Which meant they would be equal in most everything. The only plus is that Cameron was programmed by John Connor. Well, his future self. And thus, she had tricks up her sleeves that a terminator wouldn't and thus she might have the advantage.<br><br>If she could keep the humans from getting killed.<br><br>She brought up her free hand and fired a punch directly at the terminator's face. Full power. No holding back with the killing machines.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>That bought some time for Sarah to switch out her hand gun for one of the guns that Jacen had dropped and took off in such a hurry.<br><br>Damn him, a quick peek showed him at the pool. Doesn't he know better?<br><br>Of course not. Sarah hadn't told him *what* she was up against. The woman wasn't a woman. And her gun, though a downgraded one, was not an usual gun. And what was he fiddling about with the pool anyways???<br><br>Cameron closed the distance, which normally would have made it very difficult to shoot at such a point blank range.<br><br>Not so.<br><br>The woman fired one last shot before Cameron began hitting her in the face. Over and over. Eventually she managed to break the neck of the woman! Until her head was at a 90 degree angle to her body.<br><br>Then..<br><br>A bone shuddering *Crunch!*. The woman just cracked her head back into place and carried on. As though nothing was wrong with her!<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> What indeed. What is the crazy man doing ripping the door off of the supply closet and grabbing chloring tablets? He dumps about half onto the ground and then looks back to the disaster above. It's a good thing he's seen some super baddies or the off duty medic might actually be scared as it appears. <br><br> "Holy..." he starts as he sees the bone crunching head back in place. A shake of his head and he looks at the two chemicals in hand. Whatever she is, she isn't normal so this might or might not work. He touches the tooth necklace and for a few seconds the spirit bear appears as well. What the purpose nobody knows except him as the bear rises and roars in silence. He pours the brake fluid into the chlorine tablets, shoves some nails into it, racing out again around to come in behind the shooter and closing the lid on the tub of chlorine and brake fluid. <br />
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:'''{{#var:9890|Cameron (9890)}} has posed:'''<br>Once that head was tilted, Cameron shifted her stance slightly. She knew she had to get the limbs of the machine out of commission if they were going to be able to get to the port in its head and disable it completely. As the head began to snap, crackle, and pop back into place, Cameron was about to sweep the leg of the machine to try to get it down to the ground. <br><br>Which is when she saw Jacen approaching rapidly. Having been occupied with the machine, she had missed most of his antics outside the original exit toward the truck. Seeing him now was a surprise, though one would never know it by her expression. Or lack of expression was more fitting as she seemed simply calm. Nothing. A blank slate, despite being in this situation and fighting the other woman. <br><br>She scanned him and what he was carrying, nothing the rising temperature of the item in question. She slammed a kick at the knee of the terminator machine, intending it to drop slightly at least so that Jacen could do whatever he was doing. <br><br>It computed that it was likely an explosive of some sort though she wasn't sure the compounds involved precisely though it was a container for chlorine. And was that a drop of brake fluid on the exterior, soaking into the label? That would make...<br><br>This was going to likely cause a lot of damage. <br><br>"Get clear." As though she really needed to tell him that. "Make Sarah move to a safe distance." Not ask. Make. Because that stubborn thing. Interesting she didn't even bother trying to call her Mom at this moment.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>Even as Sarah yells "Get the CPU out for fucks sakes!" Figuring there was no need to hide anymore what Jacen was up against. "The left side of the head, below the ear - Sarah figured either Jacen or Cameron could do it. She saw the flames at Jacen's hands.<br><br>Oh fuck. He's got a homemade bomb. Usually Sarah would be appreciative of just such a thing. Not at this moment, though. Without knowing what the blast radius is, this could be a problem. Namely for her. And maybe Jacen.<br><br>Cameron and the woman were going the be damaged now matter what.<br><br>Camaron's little secret was going to be out.<br><br>"Huh?" Sarah could hear Camorewn order Jacen to get her into safety.<br><br>The woman had two fronts to worry about: Cameron whaling on her, and Jacen with the bomb. Trying to hit Jacen, she picked up Cameron to attempt to throw her on him.<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> Jacen approaches the Terminator from behind at a high speed. He jams the makeshift bomb into the collar of the coat. A hesitation hearing Cameron's words causes him to pause and change course. <br><br> The Terminator backhands him and sends him flying. The bear appears and absorbs the majority of the impact, though he goes flying. He hits the ground just in time to look up and see the bomb go off against the head and neck of the machine and see the metal skeleton below,"What th' hell?" he mutters and tries to get to his feet again. He releases the bear before all the power use drops him faster than the machine and tries to see where Sarah is to make the grab and dash if he can stand steady enough. <br />
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:'''{{#var:9890|Cameron (9890)}} has posed:'''<br>Cameron was having none of that. As the woman grabbed her coat and shirt then tried to lift her, Cameron wrapped her limbs around the terminator machine. To keep herself from getting thrown and to try to limit any damage she might do. Sadly, she didn't get that one arm contained and thus Jacen did his Superman impression. Though not as gracefully as the Kryptonian. And probably with more bruising.<br><br>The woman tried to pry her off but it was only a moment before the explosion rocked the pair. Cameron was actually knocked off the woman, bringing down a leg quickly so she wouldn't fall herself. <br><br>Most of the skull was exposed. The metallic rounded exterior with only a few bits of hair still around the front. The right half of the face was slagging off, leaving that glowing red orb, that was a terminator machine's eye, visible. The machine's jaw had been displaced, hanging at an odd angle. It staggered and fell forward, dropping onto its knees.<br><br>Cameron could see the port. She dug her fingers into the metal around the circular spot in the skull of the machine. Enough pressure to bend the cover enough she could pop it off. Even as the machine was trying to grab her arm, knowing what she was doing, Cameron grabbed the chip and yanked it free.<br><br>The machine went still, the red glow from its eye fading to nothing.<br><br>Cameron took a step back, still holding that chip in her hand. In her skeletal, metallic hand. With her hands at the back of the terminator when the bomb went off, they had taken quite a bit of damage though they were functioning. A few nails and bits of shrapnel had hit her arms and one of her legs. And sadly she didn't realize some had ripped open her left cheek. Revealing the metal underneath. Which was revealed to Jacen and Sarah when she turned to assess if they were damaged. "Are you both alright?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>Jacen is, too late, a bigger threat than the woman had thought.<br><br>With that, the bomb was placed. Cameron manages to get the woman away from her, even as she gets herself mostly out of the bomb blast. Other than her hand, that is.<br><br>Holding the CPU, Cameron breaks the silence.<br><br>Sarah wipes herself off, and mutters, "Other that him acting as a shield for me, yes." Sarah could say thank you. Should say thank you. But doesn't.<br><br>"Get her body into the back of the truck." She looks around, and thankfully, there were no witnesses. With the CPU detached, the woman is literally junk. But if someone had an extra CPU? That would be bad. "We'll burn it. And before you ask, yes, that was what I was burning before."<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> Jacen shakes his head and looks at the two of them. He studies the body and Cameron. The power he has been using fades and again he looks between them all. He ignores the bit about her complaining he tried to shield her. <br><br> He scowls thoughtfully and looks at the machine on the ground, the machined standing there, and back to the ground,"What in the hell?" is what he finally manages before kneeling to look at the downed machine and only peripherally watching the two women. He isn't one of the great thinkers of the world or the most eloquent of speakers. He knows what that bomb should do and sees what it did,"The hell?" <br />
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:'''{{#var:9890|Cameron (9890)}} has posed:'''<br>That seemed to sum up everything. And sadly, Cameron wasn't really the smooth talker nor the one that was up on politeness. Thus she wasn't going to be reminding Sarah she should be thanking Jacen for caring. And even Helping!<br><br>"Your assistance was well timed." That being about as close as Cameron comes to a thank you under most circumstances, unless she's in full hiding-what-she-is mode. Which was moot now with Jacen. She slipped the CPU in her pocket for now. It too would end up on the pyre in the end. But for now... <br><br>She allows Jacen a moment to examine the body but then reaches down and easily hefts the machine carcass over her shoulder. It was carried to the truck and dumped into the bed unceremoniously. A tarp in the bed was used to cover it. Then she looked to the pair of humans. "We should go before the authorities arrive. The sound of that explosion no doubt will have been reported." And she was scanning the area for anything that might give away the terminators themselves. Just shrapnel and a bit of skin material. It wouldn't matter if the authorities found those. They would lead to nothing. <br><br>"I'll drive. You can explain to him on the trip," she stated, looking at Sarah then at Jacen.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>"Fuck." When she was herself? She wasn't very much better than the two of them. "I suppose that you will want an explanation? Come on. We've got to get out of here before the police come. I'll try to answer your questions somewhere else."<br><br>To Cameron, she nods. "You know where."<br><br>And they are off..<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> When Cameron picks up the remains of the machine, Jacen watches and then looks around the area. He takes a feather from the medicine pouch and a spirit hawk appears before. He studies the area for a moment silent and mutters,"No cameras, no recordin' d'vices..." <br><br> He blinks and the power releases,"Responsible parta me says stay here'n try ta cover this up, but I ain' got that kinda interest'n dealin' with dumb assed questions. Let's get outa here."<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16080/You_Need_to_Fill_Out_Form_74B.&diff=33206&oldid=016080/You Need to Fill Out Form 74B.2024-03-27T19:50:49Z<p>Dinah does a bads, Bats corrects her.</p>
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|Date of Scene=2024/02/22<br />
|Location=The Narrows, Burnley<br />
|Synopsis=Dinah does a bads, Bats corrects her.<br />
|Cast of Characters=276, 104<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:'''<br>As the brick came flying at her head as she blocked a punch from the second thug she was dealing with, Dinah had a moment to reflect.<br><br>It wasn't a life-flashing-before-her-eyes sort of reflection. These guys weren't good enough for that. In fact, she was almost disappointed considering the reputation of the Narrows in Gotham City. Not that she had realized she was coming to the Narrows when she was following the map app over to the address of the lovely home she'd seen online. <br><br>Now she knew why they didn't show the exterior, just the newly renovated interior. She had to wonder if it was newly renovated because it had been torched or something. The sad thing was, there seemed to be a lot of nice people in this area but they spent most of their time indoors or looking around as though expecting something bad to happen when conversing with her about if this was a good place to live. None of them had recommended it.<br><br>She grabbed the arm of the man she was blocking and tugged him toward her. It was not something he expected and it threw him off balance. Just enough he took that step and BAM, the brick struck him in the head instead of Dinah. As he screamed while crumpling to the ground immediately, clutching at his bleeding nose, Dinah was already leaping toward the man who had felt masonry needed to be brought into things. Three quick moves--kick, kick, punch--and he was down as well.<br><br>She pulled her phone out of the pocket of her leather jacket, preparing to call the police to come pick up the would-be-muggers. Dinah was not in costume at the moment. Though the upper part was certainly it, she had a pair of black leather pants instead of her usual fishnets. Then the matching jacket worn to keep out winter's chill. Her blonde hair was loose as she watched the duo to see if they were going to be stupid enough to get up.<br />
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:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She was bringing that phone up to key in the call when the device gave a faint furtive 'brrt' to signal that its power was on but there was no signal. The small icon of a radar dish with a lightning bolt slashing through giving its own silent explanation as to its inability to function. Which was strange considering that the night sky was clear, not a cloud in the sky... and distantly the nearby cell tower... was clearly visible upon the city's skyline.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That realization likely came quick on the heels of the voice from the shadows. "You've been spending a lot of time in Gotham."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Just that low rumble from the alleyway, then those shadows resolve into an inky large silhouette that moved out and into the halo of light provided by the street lamp. Cloak flowing around him wraith-like, he stepped out to kneel beside one of the fallen thugs, a weasel-faced man with now shattered glasses and two fewer teeth. A gauntleted hand rested upon the side of the man's neck for a moment, then in the next moment that hand moves to the man's jacket pocket. A small snap as the button is undone, then a phone is withdrawn as the figure of Batman rises to his full considerable height.<br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:'''<br>Dinah practically jumped out of her skin. This was given form in her spinning toward the voice, a foot shifting back to give her more power should she need to defend herself, as her hands came up to a ready position. Then she realized she should've known the voice by this point in her life. It wasn't like she hadn't met him, worked with him, seen him in the Watchtower, all those things. Yet here she was jumping like a kid afraid of the boogeyman.<br><br>She quickly schooled herself back to a more relaxed position as she eyed him then the phone in her hand. She closed it and put it in her pocket for now. Though that was more to put her hands in her pockets to keep them warm. She watched curiously as he took the phone from the fallen man, arching a brow curiously at him. <br><br>"Yeah, been visiting a lot as I'm looking for a place to live. Hopefully will have something figured out before the week is out." The one that had still been conscious suddenly was kicked in the face, sending him off to unconscious island with his buddy. Maybe they were dreaming of surf and gals in bikinis together. <br><br>But at least now both were out cold so she could speak more freely. "So is there a strong market for florists around here? Need to scope out the competition. Or, what seems to be the lack thereof."<br />
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:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If what they're having is a conversation, the Bat gives no sign of it. Instead he moves forward several steps, the phone in his hand being disassembled with several quick shifts of his hand. The back slides off, some of the elements shifted, the SIM card slipped free. That he pockets in one of the compartments on his hip. Then the crystal oscillator is removed and a quiet _crunch_ is heard as he crushed that in his hand.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which is when she'll hear that voice again, though his back is still partially to her. "You'll have more luck uptown." There's a slight whisper of fabric as he turns to kneel beside the second fallen man, repeating that process as he takes up the now unconscious man's cellphone out of his back pocket. Again the SIM card is removed, the oscillator shattered with a low crunch. The phone is dropped down back on top of the man.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He pushes himself to his feet, rising up to stand looking face to face with Dinah, though his height puts him a good bit above her. Those thin white eyelets in the mask narrow slightly then he says. "If you're deadset on broadening your horizons."<br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:'''<br>"I am not exactly rolling in the dough so my options are limited. Metropolis and New York are a bit out of my price range," Dinah said, voice rising as she stretched out the word bit for emphasis. <br><br>"I'm suspecting uptown will be the same. Until I get my business going. Though.." She glanced around at the neighborhood they were in as she shrugged slightly. "Thinking this area probably wouldn't be good for business either. The pics on Zillow lied," she added with a smirk. Because even though he was Batman, she was her. And she usually had a sense of humor about things.<br><br>Unlike him.<br><br>"If you know a good realtor, send them my way." As though he had time for that. Or had moved in his entire life. But he'd probably bought properties at some point, though all that was unknown to Dinah.<br />
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:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A slight 'mm' is heard from the tall man then he turns and starts to walk past her, footsteps silent as he moves. Over his shoulder he addresses her with that steady gravelly voice, "It's a challenge to start a small business in Gotham. But there are options." He does not go on to elaborate on what those options are. Instead he unhooks the grapple line from his belt, settling the grip into the palm of his hand.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'll assign one of the others to get you caught up." He turns and looks at her directly then, one eyebrow ridge of the mask rising slightly as those irisless eyes focus upon her.<br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:'''<br>"Caught up?" <br><br>Dinah's confusion was as evident as her blonde hair at the moment, trying to figure out what she was being caught up on. Unless he meant the way to start a small business in Gotham in which case she'd be all over it. However, she had the feeling that wasn't what he meant.<br><br>It took a moment then she had a theory so she went with it. "Oracle probably can help me out, since we already work closely together," she suggested. "But not sure why you want me caught up. Not really part of your crew." Which is about as close to you're-not-the-boss-of-me as she was coming. At the moment.<br />
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:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was as if she hadn't said anything, the way he moved past those words she gave to him. As he stepped back into the alleyway, his silhouette blurred a little more with the shadows until he was more just a dark shape in that night. She heard his voice again as she saw him move, raising an arm as the grapple-line came up.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Once you're up to speed, you can tell me what you did wrong." And as quick as that, with those final words, it was as if the door was closed. For the next sound that was heard was the suppressed snap-hiss of the grapple-line firing, the line unfurling as the hook hurled across the skyline, embedding into the side of the nearby building.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She had a single moment, perhaps two, before the line snapped taut and then launched him into the air, cape flaring open with a snap as he became little more than a dark shape against the night sky.<br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:'''<br>"I didn't automatically punch you when you spoke behind me?"<br><br>The words were said in a saccharine sweet voices as Dinah put on her most dazzling smile. Because honestly? She'd done nothing wrong in the fight itself. <br><br>And she hadn't gone pickpocketing the bad guys! Since she just planned on the cops getting them. But maybe Batman had been tracking them for something. <br><br>"You're welcome for taking down these thugs!" she added as she pulled out her phone again, checking to see if she had a signal yet. She had a sneaking suspicion why she didn't and it had nothing to do with her cellular provider.<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16085/Movie_Night:_The_Tradition_Continues&diff=33205&oldid=016085/Movie Night: The Tradition Continues2024-03-27T19:50:21Z<p>Movie night with Ivory, Clark, Lois, a bad movie. Plus Lois admits a bit of fear when it comes to her motherhood abilities.</p>
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|Date of Scene=2024/02/24<br />
|Location=Lane-Kent Brownstone, Midvale, New Troy<br />
|Synopsis=Movie night with Ivory, Clark, Lois, a bad movie. Plus Lois admits a bit of fear when it comes to her motherhood abilities.<br />
|Cast of Characters=256, 8808, 15<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:256|Lois Lane (256)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lois has started a new tradition. Well, it started with Karen, honestly. But there is occasionally a text blast to her friends (some of whom are *gasp* not Kryptonians!) inviting them over for pizza and a movie. Now the rule is the movies are awful. The worse, the better. Not just any B-movie will do. It has to be hillariously bad. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The text went out, there is pizza in the oven. There is wine, beer, and many other beverages besides. As for Lois, she's waiting at the kitchen, cradling a glass of sparkling grape juice. Being a good girl. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I better check the pizza," she says. And checks it. Again. Lois has no confidence in her ability to not burn things. <br />
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:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory (8808)}} has posed:'''<br>Movie Night is a simple recipe. It needs a film, popcorn, cheesy pizza and friends. And for Ivory... well, they do bring a bowl full of popcorn corn, oil and a cast iron pot for turning the hard kernels into fluffy white clouds. The longest part is lugging the pot from the subway station to the Brownstone, because, finding parking in Metropolis was probably just as bad as in New York: you don't even try.<br><br>Ringing at the door, they wait to be let in while Lois protects the dough in the oven...<br />
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:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:'''<br> Clark doesn't really appear until after Ivory is let in. He's worried about rounding up the movies, finding them and even tracking down some. B-Movies that don't have a laugh track, or Riftrax, already on them is incredibly hard to find in a pinch. Still, he manages thanks to a couple of stores. So, that's why he comes into the living room with the choices. He didn't really have time to give anyone a head's up. <br><br> "Alright. I got The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra, Manos the Hands of Fate, Overdrawn at the Digital Memory Bank," Clark starts to cycle through the movie titles as he comes out in a dark blue suit, simple red tie and the button up shirt. Yes, hes' still wearing at the house. At least at the moment. <br><br> "What shall it be? I think Lost Skeleton was made intentionally bad, the others weren't trying," he says and shrugs. "Or we could always go with 'The Room.'"<br />
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:'''{{#var:256|Lois Lane (256)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lois is roused from her pointless vigil over the pizza. Thank goodness. She was driving herself nuts. Even the pizza was probably getting nervous! <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She opens the door with a smile. "Ivory! I'm so happy you made it! Please, come on in! And thank you for bringing the popcorn! Clark is just figuring out the movie." And definitely overthinking the heck out of it! <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Umm, made intentionally bad? I've never had to critique something for its intentional failure.. aptitude? Is that how you'd say that? I'm intrigued, Clark. But I will of course defer to our guest's opinion on the matter. Last time Karen and I watched New York Ninja." <br />
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:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory (8808)}} has posed:'''<br>"Did you look at 2020 Texas Gladiators, Atomic Brain Invasion and Attack of the 60 Foot Centerfolds yet?" teases Ivory as the get in, spying the offered films in Clark's hands while they offer Lois a short hug for a greeting.<br><br>"How's the pizza coming along and how much exploded corn do we need to bury your flatscreen in as we toss popcorn at it for particular cheesy scenes? Manos hands of Fate sounds like we should crack a bottle of spirits and whenever someone says hands we drink a shot... but I fear that would end like watching that Sissi movie and doing so for every time they say Franzl, Sissi of your majesty."<br><br>There's a chuckle as Ivory's form ripples, cat ears flopping up from the hair. "You better call the coroner and write your will for *that* drinking game though, that is a 3-part series, and they say those words a lot."<br />
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:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:'''<br> "Ivory," Clark says witha big smile on his face. Then he looks back to Lois. "Well, imagine if Mel Brooks wanted to make a film like Ed Wood. It's something made with love and care, but you emulate the movies taht were bad," it's a fine line to cross, but the right minds can walk it. <br><br> At the suggestion of Hands, "That may kill us," Clark's quick to add. The dialoue with these films are so bad. He imagines it's like playing drinking game with the word "Simba" and the Lion King. <br><br> "How about you two ladies decie and I'll watch wahtever. I'm here for the company," he grins at the pair.<br />
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:'''{{#var:256|Lois Lane (256)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lois laughs a bit at the mention of the pizza. "It's coming along. If I stop looking at it. According to Dr. Read, if you observe quantum states they cannot enter superposition." She grins and adds, "I don't really know what that even means, but it sounds like it might apply to my use of the oven. Simultaneously undercooked and burnt to a crisp." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She shakes her head at the drinking game. "I can participate, but I'll have to be joining that with water or this stuff," she says, indicating her sparkling grape juice. It's delicious, but it doesn't quite work for that kind of game. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"So how about Manos then. But.. doesn't that mean hands? The movie is technically Hands: The Hands of Fate?" <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A pause. "I need to check the pizza." No. No she does not. <br />
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:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory (8808)}} has posed:'''<br>"Pizza isn't quantum science though. Pizza is kitchen magic, it only works if you draw a pentagram on the inside of the back left stovetop's dial and add oregano under the pizza's baking paper." Ivory quips as they work to get the pot for the popcorn going.<br><br>Thowing their white ponytail to the other shoulder, they halt at eying the sparkling grape juice, then Lois, then the juice again. "Don't tell me you tryining yourself at other baked goods than pizza?"<br><br>"Hands of Fate it is then. Better than Doctor Fate I hope, he'd make a terrible movie. I mean, have you ever tried putting a helmet into a CD drive?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:'''<br> A smile goes toLois as pizza comes about, "You're tying to do everything aren't you," Clark speaks openly as she seemingly trying to surpass his own mother at tasks. <br><br> "It's not hands: hands of fate," Clark does try to explain it then shakes his head. <br><br> A smile pulls at his lips as Ivory quips about the helm of fate. Their joke makes a chuckle rumble from him. "I heard it was cursed. So, you may not want it to curse us all," he explains to them. Those eyes look between them. A moment, he sits down upon the couch. "How have youb een Ivory?" he asks witha raised brow.<br />
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:'''{{#var:256|Lois Lane (256)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lois is not too over the top! "I... had extra time tonight," she says. "I got my story in early, so I wanted to give this a try." She also didn't do it all by hand. "Besides, I used pizza sauce that was already prepared and the dough was ready last night anyway. Just in case I had time this weekend to give it a shot." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She still got her six hours of sleep, too. Well, technically seven. She's a model of self improvement these past few weeks. When Lane is motivated, she gets stuff done. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She will head to the oven and check the timer. Which makes a beep just as she gets close. It makes her jump and then laugh at herself. She pauses, then, upon opening the oven. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She puts on two oven mits. It looks a bit excessive, but Clark knows Lois has a super power. She always burns her hands when taking things out of the oven. Which is why he is frequently requested to do that part. This time, though, she's giving it a shot. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A soft expletive comes from the kitchen. Nope. That's a fail on that one, but the pizza is out! <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'll have it ready in a moment!" she calls. <br />
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:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory (8808)}} has posed:'''<br>Nodding a moment as Lois starts to get the pizza out and making sure the kernels in the pot all have their oil coating, Ivory watches Lois at the oven, the nose seeming to lift a moment as thy give a nod of approval.<br><br>"Italian sauce from... What's the brand name again... A glass with a big green logo and slightly salty taste before the oven?" The ears twitch a moment towards Clark as he asks how they have been, earning him a shrug.<br><br>"You know, didn't need to scratch one from nine, trying to get Sabrina to discuss dates for that double date you owe me and offering new designs on a monthly basis... Cat of the month and so on. People always seem to want extra shirts with cute cats. Like a Karate-Cat."<br />
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:'''{{#var:256|Lois Lane (256)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The pizza is set to rest. Lois needs to give it a few to just finish cooking. She has, indeed, giving herself a new nick burn. Somehow. It's on her left forearm. It'll heal up in not time, but for now it's a purplish red. She sighs and gives Ivory a look that screams 'say nothing of this to Clark'. As if that will somehow prevent a man who can see through walls from finding out that she burned herself again. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"What do you like on your popcorn, Ivory?" Lois asks curiously. "Butter and salt? Maybe a bit of cheese?" Don't ask her what she wants to try on some. She's got weird tastes. Wait.. why is she getting cinnammon and paprika? <br />
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:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:'''<br> "How is Sabrina doing?" Clark has heard about Sabrina. However, that's just by reputation only. Those dull blue eyes looking at Ivory and Lois. "What would we do on the double date?" he asks the two of them. <br><br> "I like butter," Clark loves everything about the movie theater style. The dull blue eyes "How is paprika on popcorn?" he asks, that's a new idea for him.<br />
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:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory (8808)}} has posed:'''<br>As the kernels start to pop in the pot, Ivory chuckles about the suggestions what to put onto them, instead adding brown crystals from a paper bag to the still detonating mixture. Under the heat, the little things melt and cling to the oily kernals, tinting them golden where they touch.<br><br>"Just a little bit of jamaican suggar before anything, Lois." they explain as they pull the pot off the stovetop to let the last ones go fluffy before filling them into a glass bowl.<br><br>"Ok, some butter over them after is nice, but then they stick to the screen if you got to toss some. There's one movie I make extra bland popcorn for." Besides uncooked rice, toilet paper, water pistols, white toast bread, old newspapers, party hats, noisemakers, confetti, rubber gloves, decks of playing cards and lighters.<br><br>"Sabrina is fine, just really caught up in the things she does. And for things to do... Maybe we do a trip to Munich to the Museum cinema and watch a film they have screened for some hundred times by now? Each Friday and Saturday. You need to bring your own frock though."<br />
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:'''{{#var:256|Lois Lane (256)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lois looks over to Clark, "It's great, honestly. It's smokey. But I add a bit of cinnamon and I get the sweet I like." All without too much sugar, salt, fat, all the other things the doctor has insisted she perfect. She imagines marathon runners have a less forgiving diet, but not by much. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her pizza is even on the healthy side. Half of it is just veggies, the other half has lean sausage. It's got a nice spice to it, but it won't burn anyone's mouth off, either. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"How long have you known her, Ivory?" asks Lois, jumping into the relationship side of things. "Oh, and what do on a date, hmm... Munich? Like atual Munich?" she asks, confused. That's a heck of a road trip. <br />
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:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory (8808)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well, the cinema I know that plays the film in Fort Lauderdale on a bi-weekly saturday is a little more tricky to schedule... How about the Chelsea Theatres then? They ought to have it in their rotation still in at least one of their theatres for every friday or saturday for a late night feature. You bring a frock, I pack the other utensils?" Ivory muses, offering a wink to the other two as they move to the sofa.<br><br>"So what's with the paprika-popcorn... you're not baking buns, do you?" they ask Lois, inching back and forth on the sofa till they find a nice spot to watch that horrible handsy movie.<br />
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:'''{{#var:256|Lois Lane (256)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I am not baking anything yet," replies Lois. She does have that HUGE vitamin, though, and Ivory can see the bottle of prenatal vitamins she takes it out of. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"But I sure hope so." A pause and she leans in to whisper to Ivory, "I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I'm a bit scared, though." After all, her father didn't exactly give her a great example of top tier parenting. Who's to say she won't suck at it, too? <br />
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:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory (8808)}} has posed:'''<br>Ivory says, "I see, I see!" comes the answer from the catperson, a chuckle on the lips at the many precautions.<br><br>Then, the whisper and the whitehead puts a hand on the woman's shoulder before leaning over to answer the whispered words. "I can't quite compare. I mean, I might dance both sides of the tango, but I never thougth of myself as possibly a parent. You however? I bet you'd be a great one. And if anything, you got Clarke.""<br />
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:'''{{#var:256|Lois Lane (256)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lois nods quickly to Ivory's words. "Of course, I do. And well." She frowns in thought and shakes her head. "I've had this stupid fear in my head lately. That I might..." She doesn't let it be spoken. She had this bad dream of leaving Clark with a baby and dying in the process. Her reporting has given her so much fodder for bad dreams it's kind of crazy. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Anyway, well, I'll put my popcorn in its own bowl so I don't gross anyone out. But paprika and cinnamon, I'm telling you, good stuff."<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16086/Fire,_burgers,_and_brew._What_could_go_wrong&diff=33204&oldid=016086/Fire, burgers, and brew. What could go wrong2024-03-27T19:49:56Z<p>Tabby and Angelica have some girl time and talk about things over burgers.</p>
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|Date of Scene=2024/02/24<br />
|Location=Harry's Hideaway (Bar), Salem Centre<br />
|Synopsis=Tabby and Angelica have some girl time and talk about things over burgers.<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1284|Tabitha Smith (1284)}} has posed:'''<br>The Xavier School is close enough to Harry's Hideaway that the walk while down a largely dark street can take a bit, it's not so bad as walking across Central Park. a text message had been sent to Angelica from Tabitha's phone inviting her to the Bar and Grill, mostly for a wellness check as much as a decent burger and beer. <br><br>Plus the walk gives Angelica time to fly in. <br><br>Tabby's arrival has her in a red denim miniskirt and black stockings with a black motorcycle jacket and a cropped hoodie underneath it. Blue sneakers match the top while spiky belt and collar cinch around hips and neck. Her hair down and draped down her back. <br><br>Getting a beer and sitting at a booth, the blonde kicks back and idly drums fingers in time with the classic rock on the jukebox.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> It doesn't take too long to fly in. It does take her a few minutes to get clothes settled again. She is getting to where she doesn't incinerate things just by flying. Landing a block or two away in an alley, she makes her way up the street and around. <br><br> Stepping into Harry's, she glances around to look for...there she is. Wearing a pair of hip hugging jeans, NYU sweatshirt, and black combat style boots she walks up to the table,"Hey cutes. You got room for one more at this table?" she asks in a voice a little deeper to mess with her approaching from behind. <br />
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:'''{{#var:1284|Tabitha Smith (1284)}} has posed:'''<br>The redhead's arrival gets a big grin and a nod of her head as she approaches. That tapping finger gesturing to sit. "Hon, I always got room for you!" she adds with a playful wink to match the tone. <br><br>There's a wave over at Harry and then a thumbs up to get a couple burgers frying up. There's already a plate of fries piled up in the middle by her pint, half drunk already. <br><br>"How ya holding up? Glad classes aren't bogging you down too badly. Worried it'd be spring break before we saw ya. May have to take the Blackbird somewhere for it. Pile everyone in and party!"<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> A soft chuckle and Angelica takes a seat next to the blonde,"Good to know." she teases a little and nudges shoulders. She glances up as Harry gets summoned and then at the fries on the table. She swipes one and seems to enjoy it so very much. <br><br> "Oh I am doing pretty well." she replies,"Classes aren't too bad." She nudges with her elbow,"You know where the apartment is and you have a key for a reason." She pauses a sec and then adds,"Nobody living there except me anymore so just come by anytime. If I am not there call me and we'll see about me getting home." <br />
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:'''{{#var:1284|Tabitha Smith (1284)}} has posed:'''<br>With Angie sitting down Tabby twists at the waist so she can see the redhead, knees against knees as much as shoulders and they can both reach fries. "I'm thinking Mexico for Spring break. Probably east coast instead of the usual west coast stuff." she suggests as an idea. <br><br>"That's just been timing. Plus it feels like every time I head into the city I end up doing hero stuff. I may have used your can while I was in the neighborhood though. And you're still alive so League stuff hasn't been too harrowing I hope!?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> A nod and she admits,"Mexico could be fun. I have never been. Of course I've never had a jet to take me there either. You'd think I'd just fly down there myself some time." <br><br> "Timing sucks." she agrees and is thoughtful. She hmms and asks,"You wouldn't have left a pillow sideways on the bed with a handful of fresh picked flowers when you did that? No the League has been pretty easy over all. Mostly I go to a few of the places, see a few leaguers, and take my turn up on the Watchtower looking over the world. That can be quiet, but that's ok." <br />
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:'''{{#var:1284|Tabitha Smith (1284)}} has posed:'''<br>It's not that long before burgers get served. There's always a demand for them and patties are almost always already grilling and set up in their destined buns. <br><br>"Gotta be super zen like staring down a Earth from up there? Mexico is probably gonna have a few fights. But that's part of the fun." she considers possibilities. "I may leave a baggie of weed on your pillow. Easier to conceal in a pocket." she jokes.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> The burgers arrive and Angelica's eyes look at them like maybe it's been a while for a burger to cross her lips. She studies it like it might be something worth a great value. She inhales slowly and nods,"Then I know who left the flowers. There aren't many keys out there." <br><br> "Looking down at the Earth is pretty intoxicating." she agrees,"Some times I just stand up there and look down at the world even after my shift is over." A chuckle and she nods,"A scuffle might be fun too. If you leave me a baggie of weed you'd better come back and smoke it with me." She takes another fry and taps Tabitha's nose lightly, wrinkling her own when she does. <br />
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:'''{{#var:1284|Tabitha Smith (1284)}} has posed:'''<br>"If I've proven anything. I may be a romantic, but I'm terrible at romance. Plus I'm too poly to be a good girlfriend anyway!" Tabby points out as she eyeballs the burger the same way she might actually have eyeballed Angelica more than once. <br><br>"So are the flowers a good thing if you know where they came from? Vanessa?" she guesses and then lifts the burger to take a huge and very unladylike bite of the bun and it's beefy salady goodness.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> Taking up the burger, Angelica ties into hers and her eyes close slowly. She chews like each might well be the greatest thing she's ever done. After she swallows the first bite she shakes her head,"Not a bad thing so long as you set it up going in." she tells Tabby about the poly. <br><br> So they were both eyballing each other before the burgers. Now the hamburgers are the prettiest belles at the ball. Shaking her head she tells Tabby,"No. Wasn't Vanessa. She fell of the Earth recently and we were pretty shaky even before that. I guess we lost each other. So..." She shurgs,"...so God help everyone, I am on the market again and have no idea what to do with it." <br />
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:'''{{#var:1284|Tabitha Smith (1284)}} has posed:'''<br>"I haven't seen Vanessa myself in a while. The kitchen duties take care of themselves since we've got a bunch of smart kids volunteering and a few that were volunteered." because some times chores are still used as punishment. <br><br>"You're gonna cause a sales boom on aloe vera and flame proof lingerie!" she encourages between bites. The burgers are at least the third tastiest buns in the building depending on who you ask. "Still, stay safe, and incinerating any creeps is perfectly fine in my eyes!"<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> Taking another bite, Angelica doesn't seem as broken up about things as maybe she should be. She chews the burger, forgetting other woes with the taste of the burger. A soft mmmm sound escapes her. <br><br> She chases the burger with a drink and smirks,"I don't see too many people tripping over themselves yet, but we'll see." Everyone knows she has all the curves that appeal except her. She nods as she adds,"All creeps must fry." she teases. She's a little less gunshy about joking about things anymore or maybe it's just the company. <br />
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:'''{{#var:1284|Tabitha Smith (1284)}} has posed:'''<br>"Extra crispy. Just like the best bacon!" Tabby agrees and raises her burger like it was a drink in toast. Then take another bite, making sure to hold it steady so she doesn't up end the contents. <br><br>"Give it some time, a few nights out in little dresses. And the phone numbers are totally gonna start coming in. You may need to hire someone to curate your DMs too!" she adds and chuckles. Tabby spends half the time on her phone just deleting most of hers.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> "No half way." she agrees,"Make sure they don't make the same mistake twice." Another bite of the burger and after she swallows it she sighs,"This is going to take a month to get off my hips. I'm going to have to start working it off fast." <br><br> She smiles and nods,"A friend of mine found a way where I can get out without a full suit under now. The suit is safer, but at least with what he gave me I can go out for while. I met someone that could change the frequency of the waves, but it only lasts about a week and I haven't seen her for a while. Sooner or later she'll want something in return I am sure." <br />
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:'''{{#var:1284|Tabitha Smith (1284)}} has posed:'''<br>When it comes to burning off carbs, Tabby is no slouch. She might not have Dazzler's legendary cake but she's no slouch. "Every day is Leg Day, Angie! Squats!" she encourages. <br><br>"You know the Shi'ar replicators we have don't just make unstable molecule uniforms, you can make just about any clothes you can come up with. And if the League has a decent paycheck, you can always save and splurge on retail with the added Molecule treatment!" she explains. She's had to take kids with clothes unfriendly powers shopping a few times. "But if you're getting better at control that's great! But yeah, if she's a quid pro quo type, hopefully she's not gonna expect... ya know."<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> "Everyday is leg day." she agrees and nudges Tabitha's knee with her own. She picks up a few fries to gnaw on. <br><br> "I had heard there is some pretty impressive things you guys get. I am just always paranoid whatever I am wearing with fail or something and I'll give all the city a cheap thrill flying home." She shakes her head and admits,"Probably I won't have her do it again. It was nice for a week. Met an old friend for an unrequited tryst. Won't happen again because said friend doesn't heal fast and I worry about him. He makes dangerous choices anyway, I don't want to be the next one." <br />
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:'''{{#var:1284|Tabitha Smith (1284)}} has posed:'''<br>"Believe it or not I've had to train myself so I don't hurt anyone when I'm intimate. So I know the worry. So who helped you anyway?" Tabby is curious as she works through her burger. The occasional sip of beer washing it down. <br><br>"You know you can always swing by for new uniforms and stuff. It's like shopping at home and you get to try stuff on. And for free! God I love Alien technology!" her clothes currently aren't made with unstable molecules. But Tabitha always did have almost unfairly fine control of her powers compared to her pyrokinetic peers.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> "I believe your power could be dangerous, but I always assumed you just had a better handle on yours than I can get on the radiation connected to mine." She takes a drink and chuckles,"Her name is Starfire. She's an alien of some sort. She was able to change the radiation at a molecular level that made it not harmful." <br><br> She considers the idea of going to the mansion again. She is quiet for a moment and admits,"Sam brought me to the mansion last week. Made me dinner and I crashed in his room." she tells her,"She slept on the couch because..well a lot of reasons. I am sure someone is talking just because I slept there." <br />
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:'''{{#var:1284|Tabitha Smith (1284)}} has posed:'''<br>There's a nod of her head. "The first time my powers went off, it was when I first felt that tingle downstairs. It still bubbles up on me now and then if I'm nor careful." she explains. "And I was thirteen, so yeah, after a decade. Not only can I dial it in. I can also change a blasts direction mid flight." it took a lot of work for all that telekinetic control. <br><br>"Starfire, the Titan? I heard she's a frisky type. But also like super cool with it. So if other shoes drop, you shouldn't hopefully worry about hurting her." she sounds hopeful. And maybe a little jealous. She's seen Koriand'r on TV.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> She smiles a little, cringing a little after,"That would have been something." she admits. She bumps shoulders again and leans a little while she takes up her burger again,"I thought my first time was scary, that would have scared an average person half to death. I always knew you were tougher than most. <br><br> Chewing on the burger she nods. Once it is down she replies,"That's the one. She is beautiful I just don't know. I mean it probably would be fun, but I am getting to where I want to keep relations closer to home. It doesn't have to be anything exclusive, just keeping thing withing the club as it were. My friend I told you about, he's not a mutant, but we used to work together a long time ago." If Tabby knows her history, Firestar has only once worked with one non mutant. The amazing and spectacular friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. <br />
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:'''{{#var:1284|Tabitha Smith (1284)}} has posed:'''<br>"I was at school, in the cafeteria. I got tackled like an active shooter. It was a bad time for me then. I was bullied a lot even before I had powers. That just made it worse." Tabby explains how discovery is not always fun, in fact the opposite for most mutants. <br><br>"Well Sam and I did try dating when we were kids. But I still leaned towards girls more even then. At least Titan's Tower is about another hour upstate from here. If you gun it, you could probably make the trip in no time. That place is like wall to wall eye candy like Westchester from what I seen." she encourages.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> A sadness touches Angelica's eyes as she listens to Tabitha talk about the tackle and wrangle,"I had my bully too. A rich girl, well richer than me by a lot. Her name was Bonnie and she was...unpleasant. Nothing like that." She couldn't look more empathic if she tried. <br><br> "Sam is a sweet heart. I think the world of him." she admits,"I am about 50/50 anymore. No real preference." She smirks a little,"I have made the trip a time or two, not for meeting her. I know a few of them now so I drop by occasionally,"There is a lot of eye candy for sure." <br />
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:'''{{#var:1284|Tabitha Smith (1284)}} has posed:'''<br>"It was everyone back then. The school, the town, my dad and step mom. It was my dad hitting me that was the last straw. So I ran, lived on the streets, not fun for a teenage girl. Got swept up in Xavier's school. And then here I am." she goes on and all but says yada yadda. <br><br>"Sam's a sweet guy. But every guy has his moments. Just hint an Tabby retribution if he does play up. I always wanted to see if I could generate a bomb inside his blast field." she says in a playfully evil tone.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> A soft sigh and she one arm hugs her friend. A gently kiss on the temple if allowed,"It's always a joy when the family turns on you. My father sent me to Ms. Frost and then on to Alpha Flight's school up in Canada. I suppose he still loves me, but we don't talk anymore and it was tense before that." <br><br> She smirks a little and adds,"Sam is good people for sure. I will tell him that I'll set Tabby on him if he crosses me." A friendly chuckle, but she waggles her brows at the playful evil tone. <br />
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:'''{{#var:1284|Tabitha Smith (1284)}} has posed:'''<br>The hug is accepted along with the temple kiss. One hand between the women reach up to squeeze that hand curling around her welcomingly. "Emma's come a long way too I think. But she still has her moments. But it's weirdly hot for me." Tabby admits with a giggle and snags a fry and dunks it in some ketchup before it's fate is sealed. <br><br>"You know we should totally head back to the school. We can show you how to use the Shi'ar replicators. Between it and the Danger Room holodeck, it's straight up Star Trek in there!" she suggests and grins.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> A smile touches Angelica's features when Tabby takes her hand. She nods and admits,"I have...let's say buried the hatchet with her. Still not my favorite person in the world and she knows what gravity feels like for sure, but buried." That is vague and potentially something to cause questions. <br><br> Taking another bite of the burger, Angelica finishes her off. She chases it with a drink and considers for a long moment,"If I go you'll have to be with me all the time. I'm not an X-Man and wasn't allowed in the Danger Room alone even when I lived there." She thinks it over and finally says,"All right. I was there once recently and nobody ran me out on a rail." <br><br> She eats a few fries and once the duo is done, she lets Tabitha take her to the mansion to see the tech. Baby steps.<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16087/The_wizard_in_the_book.&diff=33203&oldid=016087/The wizard in the book.2024-03-27T19:49:29Z<p>A stranger came by, telling an interesting tale with a good prop to make it legit.</p>
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|Location=Harry Dresden's Office, Kingston Falls<br />
|Synopsis=A stranger came by, telling an interesting tale with a good prop to make it legit.<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> Harry is finishing up for the day. He is placing some files in an old fashioned cabinet. An open beer bottle in his hand, no national label on it. The place is warded many ways over, by multiple casters, if Arthur is able to sense that. <br><br> There are candles in the office area and not a light bulb to be seen. The tall man closes the file cabinet and sighs,"That's it for the night Mouse. I think Willow is out with Buffy tonight so it's probably you and me tonight." <br><br> Something large shuffles by the desk and a dog the size of a small bear trots into view. A Tibetian Mastiff is the most accurate description of the dog. Massive doesn't do him credit. Muscle and hair. <br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>Arthur had been travelling, when an ad in a magazine had caught his attention of all things. That and maybe something going after him. Still, he had a lead that looked somewhat promising. Even if research didn't really ping that much by the 'net.<br><br>It had, however, brought him to Dresden's door and he decided to knock. The young man pulled at the edge of his collar a bit, and adjusted his windbreaker. He had a long case in hand, too.<br><br>Evening was usually when he had to deal with the craziness of his life, so he was actively looking around. Observing all the entries and exits, too. Just looking for something more than likely.<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> Little to no information beyond a Yellow Pages listing will be found on Harry Dresden unless someone has connections with the local police. Almost to the door, Harry pauses at the knocking. <br><br> The big dog cocks his head to one side inquisitively. Harry makes his way to the door and opens it. He is tall, lanky, and his hair is unruly. His clothes looks like they were slept in, unkempt like the one wearing them. He nods to the man outside as he sees h im, eyes meeting for a moment and then looking just below them. <br><br> "Good evening. Is there something I can do for you?" he asks in a gruff sounding, but polite enough tone. <br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>The young man makes eye contact, and looks confused a little when Harry's eyes lower. "I'm looking for Harry Dresden?"<br><br>"It will sound a bit... odd, but um... I kinda have something that I was hoping he could tell me about maybe?"<br><br>The case is only around four feet long. Metal, too. Otherwise, the man's dressed in a nice red shirt, jeans, and a grey windbreaker.<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> "Never hold a wizard's gaze." he replies at the confusion. He waves a hand and the wards weaken enough for him to pass,"I'm Harry Dresden. The fur tank is Mouse. Come in. We speak at the desk, it is mostly cleared." Once Arthur is in, the wards raise back to strength. <br><br> He walks towards the desk again, Mouse moving to lay by the desk. He waves a hand at the recently extinguished candles,"Flicum Biccus." he mutters and all the candles leap to life again. There is something to him at least. <br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>Arthur had not noticed a thing about wards or anything else. But he did walk in. And he doesn't look to have any magic. That advice, however, is something that Arthur gives a nod to. "Thank you for the advice. I will have to remember it."<br><br>The candles coming to life has Arthur's eyebrows raising. He can't be more than out of college. Walking over to the desk, he lifts up the case and sets it down.<br><br>"To make a long story short, I had a distant uncle on my mother's side in Japan. For some reason, he sent me this. I didn't think much of it, but well... I've been attacked twice so far and had to use it."<br><br>Arthur opens the case, revealing a red handled and scabbard sword that's definitely screaming Japanese origins just by the shape of the handle without being drawn.<br><br>"The crazy part is that a note hidden in the handle told me stuff like this would happen, but no one in that side of the family knows who sent it, owned it, or anything. I was hoping that maybe an actual wizard might be more helpful?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> "You will enter a soul gaze, you don't want that." he adds about the meeting eyes. The candles light and he walks around to take a seat behind the desk and motions Arthur to take the other. <br><br> When Arthur opens the case, Harry stands back up to look at the weapon,"Japanese." he muters to himself. He doesn't take it to hand yet and tells Arthur,"I know of three swords, each one has a nail from the cross in its hilt. They have power of their own." <br><br> He touches his forehead, opening his third eye to look at the weapon closer,"So it comes with its own self fulfilling prophecy..." he mutters mostly to himself. <br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>Arthur tilts his head a bit. "The cross? I... um... doubt it."<br><br>And the third eye reveals a lot. There's enough enchantments on there that it's a mess. Strengthening enchantments out the wazoo. And others that are frayed. Broken or faded by time. It will take a really strong person just to break the thing. Another layer shows it doing something a bit odd. Absorbing magic. The kind that Harry may have touched on with hellfire and the like. And just purify it seemingly. Release it back into the environment around it.<br><br>The more worrying thing is that the form it is in doesn't happen to be it's only form. The third eye reveals a noble sword for being Japanese in nature. Longer, larger, and broader in blade with the same rough shape. And old. A sword meant to protect and be used against some darker beings.<br><br>The strangest part is that there is something actually holding the sword in the vision granted by the third eye even as it rests on the desk. A figure of armor, empty. Waiting to be called by another layer of enchantment as it kneels while holding the sword as if presenting it. Red armor that has a distinctive mix of Japanese and European with the head lacking the samurai or knightly bent. More like it is the face of one of those lion-dogs that decorate Japanese temples so much.<br><br>Arthur remarks, "Especially on that note and the whole um..." He looks considerate, as if trying to figure how to explain something.<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> "That's your perogative." he replies. Clearly he isn't interested in arguing,"I just know what the Knights of the Cross believe and I know there is mystical power connected to them like this one, but very different. I have seen them turn enemies like vampires just drawing the swords. I haven't had a lot of life experiences that indicate a God or son to me." <br><br> He frowns thoughtfully,"So what do I call you? Aside from the guy that came by the office with an interesting sword?" <br><br> Resisting the urge to pick up the weapon still, Harry studies the vision in the third eye,"There are several enchantments attached to this thing, but you don't know anyone that can tell you anything about the source of them?" <br><br> The wizard's gaze stays on the weapon, not looking at Arthur at all,"The enchantments and visions around it are a mixture of Japanese and European alike. It might be connected to the temples that dog like Mouse generally protect. Fu dogs." <br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>Arthur shrugs, "My name is Arthur King. Um... can we not let it get around that I was here? And yeah, that's one of the warnings I had."<br><br>He takes a breath, then recites as if from memory, "'Wear too long and become as stone, cursed to guard as komainu forever more.'<br><br>Even if Harry won't see it, Arthur shakes his head. "Far as whatever is on it, no. That side does have some... odd talents, but this sort of thing? No."<br><br>"Waait... back up. Vampires are real? Like Dracula?" Poor kid just realized that perhaps. And he's staring a bit at Harry upon that one. "Oh, kami. What did my uncle drop on me?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> Harry nods and looks at the weapon longer. He warily picks it up, but doesn't draw it from the scabbard,"All right Arthur. Put a dollar on the desk and you are a client, privy to client privledge. The only people that would know about you would be my partner if she happens by or my bother. They are both trusted associates with their own secrets. They get keeping them." <br><br> "The enchantments are varied. Strengthening enchantments and a few others that have faded or failed. The third eye shows it is meant to fight darker things than humans. Like the Knight's swords it's meant for fighting supernatural enemies by all appearances." <br><br> He touches his forehead again, closing the third eye, Harry looks at Arthur and then sets the weapon back down in the case. He sits on the edge of the desk and takes a drink of his beer,"As for your question. Yes to both. There are a variety of types of vampires and there has been a lot of scuttle that Dracula might be in the area. I haven't encountered him, but people I ally with have." <br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>"I guess that is one that I will run the other way with." Arthur replies.<br><br>"Um... third eye?" He looks at Harry as if he is speaking something other than English, and does look at Harry's forehead, then blinks a few times.<br><br>A shake of his head is given as he sighs, "... well, since I seem to be already mixed up in it... um... who would be the best one to talk to about all this besides yourself? Because I can already tell I am way over my head just from dealing with things twice."<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> "Most vampires are wise to not engage with. Even the ones that don't feed on blood are far from safe and can be deadly in their own right." he cautions,"Some feed on your emotions instead of your blood. I have known a few of them that weren't inherently evil, but still only trust one." <br><br> He nods,"The third eye is a mystical power that wizards use." He points at his forehead,"Everyone has one, but few know how to use it." <br><br> He considers for a time. He frowns thoughtfully and finally says,"I would rather take you to the Knights to see if they know anything about your sword, but the local Knight is out of the country and I never know where the other two are until they just show up." He seems to be making a decision,"We could talk to Bob. He's a hand full, but much smarter than he might present. He's also grating on the nerves, but useful. I'd like Willow to see it too, just to see if she picked up on something different than I do." <br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>That has Arthur winces a bit, "Emotions and blood? Oookay..."<br><br>The explaination as Arthur nodding, "Oh. Huh. Sounds like the whole ki explanation my relatives give."<br><br>That there's apparently real Knights with magic swords is probably not the strangest thing. He's got a magic sword, after all. Then he just stares at Harry at the other two names, "... I am almost afraid to ask who or what those last two are. I think my nerves are already on end from the odd attack just from having that one in my possession here. And... to be honest, I would rather keep it... better to have some protection that works, I guess."<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br>"They are straight forward...when the go for what they want. Otherwise they are less trustworthy than the fae as a whole." he tells the man. <br><br> "Ki, holy spirit, in some cases magic, and many other energies as such exist through the world." <br><br> A touch of a smile and he tells Arthur,"Willow is my girlfriend, so you can draw conclusion she has some touch to that world." he explains,"Bob is a spirit of intellect. Physically harmless, just annoying as the day is long." <br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>That makes Arthur nod at least, "I can see that. But... um... ki I am kinda aware of. It's probably why I survived being attacked twice besides the sword."<br><br>He looks very carefully considerate, then hums, "Can we setup some time to do both? My business keeps me moving usually, and I need to get ready to head to New York for the week. I'm just glad I found your ad in that magazine."<br>Arthur reaches for the case to close it, "How much do I owe you and how much for all of this? That includes keeping it confidential."<br><br>He sighs, "At least I finally found a real one and not some fake while travelling around this time."<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> "Come back when you can. I'll see if I can get Willow to join us." he replies,"Leave a dollar and we'll call it a retainer. We can talk about the rates next time if you want more depth in investigation." <br><br> "We're in the book and you know where we are. I have an apartment that I stay in just down that hall so if I am not out on a case, I am usually here or across the road at Mac's. Best microbrew and steak you will find in the area." <br><br> He chuckles softly and adds,"It's nice I met someone that didn't ask me to come to his kid's birthday party. So it's a good connect." <br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>Arthur rolls his eyes, "That sounds like a common occurrence."<br><br>He fishes out his wallet before setting a pair of twenties down. "Drinks on me, Mr. Dresden. I'll try to be back in town in a week or two, I hope."<br><br>he picks up the case, turning and heading out of the office.<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16089/Stirring_the_Raven%27s_Nest&diff=33202&oldid=016089/Stirring the Raven's Nest2024-03-27T18:12:45Z<p>Nick is bombarded with results of conversations past, and then Lucifer attempts to soothe his lover fair.</p>
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|Date of Scene=2024/02/28<br />
|Location=Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville<br />
|Synopsis=Nick is bombarded with results of conversations past, and then Lucifer attempts to soothe his lover fair.<br />
|Cast of Characters=735, 231, 9039<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>The last couple of days since Raphael's visit that...somehow turned a bit sour...have been a little glass-walkie for Lucifer. So, he does what a Lucifer always does when Nathaniel goes all silent and broody.<br><br>Kippers and jam. And clotted cream. Yes? Maybe. Whatever he usually serves with the always-on-point comfort food. He also sends a text to Nick. &lt;You back? If so, Penthouse. Whenever you can. Thanks! ~L.M.&gt;<br><br>Everything else is set up accordingly. Raven slippers ready for the feet, something boldly historical music wise that Nathaniel likes to listen to playing on the stereo, and...well...yes. He's done all he can.<br><br>Now it's just seeing if the Raven has talons out our not.<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>Actions speak louder than words. <br>Words can be comforting, or scathing.<br>Sticks and stones will break my bones...<br><br>At least one thing can be said for a taciturn Essex, it does not stop him talking with bodylanguage. Tension has been plain since he walked out onto the balcony, but there have been small affections, strokes of hair, rubs of shoulders, the making of cups of coffee, the laying of a rose on a pillow. Those kinds of things. <br><br>Just not many words and some disturbingly deep and dark expressions when chance has happened to catch the Doctor unguarded and staring off into nowhere. Brooding and deep, deep in thought. <br><br>So the answer to whether the Raven has talons out, is yes, but they're not digging in. They're hunkering. There was even smiles, albeit small ones and a few words of thanks and affection, for the comfort food. But he's still not spilling what's in the nutshell of his head and his thoughts are surprisingly quiet. Not absent, but very muted. Whispery. One would have to listen -intently- through the bond shared, to glean them. <br><br>Today, much like the two days prior, he started out silent. But he took a rather long, hot shower and spruced himself up with a good shave (no matter that he doesn't need it) grooming, cologne, beauty regimen, fitness, the whole works. He's actually rather good at yoga, probably because it's mindful. And it's therefore still actually light outside and evening is not QUITE there yet, when he finally comes to where the devil is and gives him a long, warm kiss on the cheek and a rub across where the wings are 'housed' in greeting. "I think I'm back from the journey inside my own mind."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>When Nick bid on the date with Psylocke, he had figured it'd be a simple affair between friends. Show up for a date, do something together, part ways and go to their separate homes to sleep.<br><br>Well. Things are not that simple when it comes to a certain Miss Braddock. The date was on the other side of the country and-<br><br>Um...We'll just say that Nick might have been a tad distracted the last time he got a message from Lucifer. And he may not have specified just how long he had been planning to be in LA. But then again, he may not have left when he initially planned to either. <br><br>Lucifer gets a message back. &lt; Yes. I'll be right over. &gt; <br><br>Nick was true to his word but still had the decorum to use the elevator instead of the window. Which...may lead to Essex knowing of Nick's pending arrival first with a bit of a jaunty rhythm and a very Irish voice seeming to be on the mental list. <br><br><span style="color:xterm46">'We're going out for the weekend Chasing Rainbows<br>Going downstream, wherever the beer flows<br>I don't really care wherever the blame goes<br>Cos we're going out and we're, Chasing Rainbows<br>We're going out for the weekend Chasing Rainbows<br>Going downstream, wherever the beer flows<br>I don't really care wherever the blame goes<br>Cos we're going out and we're, Chasing Rainbows...'</span><br><br>Well someone's in a good mood at least.<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer takes a soft inhale of breath as his cheek is kissed in such a fashion and those fingers dance over the housing of his wings. His eyes shift to side-eye the Doctor and then he gives a soft smile. "One more day and I would have taken a journey into your mind palace myself... or made it a point to listen to the whispers in my mind that filtered from yours." He offers this and then turns to face Nathaniel, leaning in to kiss him at just the meeting point of ear and jaw.<br><br>At some point, the elevator dings and Nick comes jaunting in with a song and if Lucifer didn't know better, he would expect an irish jig to begin soon. "Ah. Nick. Thank you for coming over on such...slight short notice." He offers and then takes a breath once more. "How have you been?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"It might've been terribly confusing in there, I was reading history from several different angles at once." Crown to crown there's a forehead bonk, then a press of cheek to cheek, a curl of fingers at the base of wings and a follow-up hug. <br><br>There's not even a tickle of mental brushing for Nick to experience, so the humming is definitely what cues the locals to the tunage in mind. <br><br>Sin's red gaze takes in the elevator and there's a nod to the irish-american rockstar, as he silently gives an odd little pip salute and heads to the kitchen to put the kettle on. Silently.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>As the elevator doors part ways, the visible smile complements the hum of musical contentment. Catching a glimpse of the pair, Nick raises his hand in a wave as he gives a quick greeting in tune to the unplayed music. <br><br>"Hey!"<br><br><span style="color:xterm46">'Hey<br>Hey<br>Hey<br>Chasing Rainbows'</span> <br><br>At the very least, Nick has the foresight to cut off at the end of the phrase. <br><br>"I'm doing alright." Nick replies, "LA trip lasted a little longer than initially planned but back in one piece."<br><br>The musician smiles, looking to the other two. Looking to to the doctor moving to the kitchen and then back to Lucifer, he gives a curious look. "How are you two doing?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well, between Leo stopping by the club one night, to then Nathaniel running into him again the next, and a slightly tense visit with Raphael a couple nights ago... let's just say... it's been interesting. Nathaniel is still in a slightly broody mood...and I'm just trying to navigate the waters as I always do." Lucifer explains this and then smiles gently.<br><br>"Oh and I've been going crazy trying to find some flasks that Raphael has hidden in the Penthouse. I've found three so far... and I'm not entirely sure how many he's hidden." There's a shift as he moves to take a seat upon his throne.<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>The kettle is filled and stared at in silent accusation. How dare you not boil immediately. There's a sigh from Sinister and then a look about at the cupboards for tea caddy, cups and additives. Honey and the suchlike. And a lemon slice or two. He rests his knuckles on the counter, leaning forward until the cheerful whistle of boiling water actually pierces the air, along with a load of steam. <br><br>"I've been dealing with mild PTSD and being quite annoyed that I couldn't figure out why. Until I did. And until I successfully quieted my mind enough to listen to the silence. It's a beautiful thing, sometimes, to acquire the state of Zen." Looking over at the archangel and his distant nephew, he indicates the tea and the kettle and makes cups, based on if they're wanted. His own is the standard earl grey with a slice of lemon.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>As the name Leo is mentioned, Nick looks over, giving a concerned look to Nathaniel. He hasn't been witness to any Leo sightings since the bar but he's aware that the interaction between those two apparently wasn't pleasant. And him stopping by twice? "Twice in a row?" Nick asks, "...Were you following him or him following you?" And why?<br><br> "And what happened with Raphael?"<br><br>The musician glances around the Penthouse to the mention of hidden flasks.<br><br>The mention of PTSD brings Nick's attention back over to Sinister, "...What did Leo do?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer gives the rundown to Nick while Nathaniel fixes teas. He'll give sign that he wants his own usual and then resumes giving Nick the cliff notes. Leo being here. Leo and Nathaniel meeting again at another club. There's spots left out where Nathaniel can fill in the blanks but not enough to really give Nick any cause for misunderstanding.<br><br>"And that was two evenings ago..." He finishes about Raphael. "So I've just been trying to give Nathaniel his space when he needs it most, and attention when he seemed open to it."<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>Sinister prepares the beverages, nods to himself as he turns to face the music, or at the very least... the musicians... and brings over the steaming teas. His seat in his own chair is comfortable enough, but contained, cup resting on his knee, legs crossed, pointedly not manspread.<br><br>"Short short version. I don't really have a whole lot to add there." He sniffs.<br><br>After a sip of the tea and a rather loud swallow in the relative silence "I realized I respected Raphael on a level I did not at first appreciate -- which has soured, when I felt subject to the same scorn and judgement I once felt in the medical field. When I was a young man. I don't take that very well, it seems. Unrelated to a degree, but logic and memory and trauma do not necessarily agree that they should be completely sensible and predicated." He glances at the pair of them, then somewhere into the space between the two of them. <br><br>"That all lead to a 'How dare you' which lead to further 'how dare yous' when I realized that my conversation had been eavesdropped invisibly. There are other things, but those are the fundaments."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>As Sinister turns to make Lucifer's tea, Nick catches on. "...If you have mint or chamomile, I'd like that." He adds in, looking back to Lucifer as he fills him in on the details, nodding to the important bits revealed and giving curious glances to the portions that seem to be lacking information. <br><br>When the teas are presented, Nick takes his and moves over to one of the less throne-like seats that are near enough to have a conversation with the other two.<br><br>Nick is quiet, generally processing the information as he heard it. Leo came in to the club apparently wanting to talk about something. But- not quite getting far into the details. The second encounter, less productive. And...apparently Raphael lectured Nathaniel and the doctor's upset about that plus the eavesdropping. . And he's not sure what to put things. <br><br>On one hand, having experienced finding out just how much of his childhood was monitored by those who did NOT have his best interests at heart was quite upsetting.<br><br>But on the other hand...The one eavesdropping is Raphael. People pray to him for help all the time, don't they? And, if he's actually listening, isn't that a good thing? Especi-<br><br>"Huh."<br><br>Nick lowers his cup. "...You mentioned he called them both doctors." Nick comments, looking to Lucifer, "If he's a patron of doctors, wouldn't it make sense he'd be present amongst several?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer waves a hand in the air, as if being a bit dismissive. "I do not have a foot in this race. In many ways, I am both bound by written word and freed by it. It is said that where two or more gather in my name, there I will be. It's supposed to be in reference to God, Himself, however....what is the Choir but those Angels chosen to represent Him in different areas?" He offers this and then shifts in his chair, almost in a motion of being uncomfortable. "I say this, and then I am still upset that Raphael has been spying on us...as has Leo...and who knows whom else." Then he lifts his tea and takes a sip, silent for another moment.<br><br>There might be more on the Devil's mind, but he apparently chooses now to go completely silent. Perhaps let Nathaniel have another say in, or allow the doctor to get a few swipes at Lucifer himself based on what he just said. His thoughts are closed as well - to the best point that he can keep them such - as he turns his focus very steadily onto his tea.<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"However, angels are not omniscient and have no illusions to be. Can't be everywhere, all the time, to every individual, that's outside the scope of practice. So, there was deliberate intent, probably because of vested interest and curiosity. Plus you," Sinister nods toward Luci there and sips at his tea. <br><br>Silence hovers for a good while. "But what -really- got me, was being judged for actually trying to help. And handling a cactus of an irishman, whose none to happy with the fact that I've actually attempted to help you harness some of your abilities, Nick. Or rather, how to protect yourself from the likes of me." Another sip, then he rests his cup on his knee again. <br><br>"I've also come to the conclusion that I'm far too English, where sarcasm comes in."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick nods slightly as Lucifer provides a bit of clarity to the possible connection between Raphael, Leo, and Nathaniel. But, then there's a general backtracking. The silence the follows is hint enough. There's no winning to this discussion. Best to just sit back and let Nathaniel work things out on his own.<br><br>But there's a nagging sensation going on in the back of his head.<br><br>There's more than one side in a disagreement. And he's only really getting one side of them.<br><br>But on the bright side, this is probably a good confirmation that the latest song does wear off after a bit.<br><br>Nick sips his tea quietly.<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer glances to Nathaniel after a moment, takes a breath and nods. "You're right. And they should learn to keep their distance and respect boundaries and such. Just because they've begun to take a part in our lives - finally in a way - doesn't get them the right to just..." And he flails his free hand again.<br><br>Then he blurts out, "Things used to be so much calmer...and I don't mean that about anyone here...but when all of that started getting involved it just..." Then he sighs and shakes his head. "I may have words with my brother once I see him next. He needs to know his time and place when it comes to snooping around. I can't do much about Leo, except tell him to get over himself and let things land where they fall because nothing is going to stop us from being friends with Nick other than Nick telling us to fuck off."<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"Mmm," a kind of non-verbal agreement to all of those things. "Now, I'm frankly going to be expecting the ones that disagree overall, to be trying to put an end to me, again. Two attempts was enough." The tea is then drunk all in one go the empty cup held like a kind of metaphor, fingers holding steady to the cooling ceramic. <br><br>He gets up abruptly then, floating his empty to the sink with a gentle 'frisbee' movement of one hand and walks himself over with purpose to the book shelf. Various tomes are stared at, labelled or otherwise and one of the particularly old ones, bound in human velum is selected and brought back to his 'throne', carefully opened and eyed. "I am rather glad I speak latin."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Pale eyes look over to Lucifer and then to the doctor as they add some more comments about the situations that Nick wasn't present for any of. Nick looks to his cup. "...I know you two are upset and yes the privacy thing -" He pauses, "-well."<br><br>He takes a moment. "...Isn't them wanting to get involved in some way a good thing?"<br><br>"...maybe not the methodology, but isn't the intent still good?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>Sinister's eyes lift from the page to gaze at Nick a moment, shift by the shape of them at least, over to Lucifer (it's hard to tell when you have solid red pupils and sclera, except for the positioning of eyelids) then back to Nick. <br><br>"That's where things become palpably awkward, I think. You know who Lucifer is..." he looks over at the devil then and back "...he and the host were at odds for the longest time, with the blame game and vigorously trying to get him to do as he's told, playing him the same old lines about his culpability and all that nonsense." He looks at Luci again and rests a finger on the page in the book, closing it and placing his other palm atop the leather. <br><br>"With evidence that he's turned over a new leaf and is making more than a little effort to not... atone, but adjust and sublime into a new phase of who he is, they've taken a step back and given us the time of day. Uriel was the first, actually, which was endlessly surprising... outside of Michael who doesn't really count. And yet, that methodology shows that the more things have changed the more they've stayed the same." There's a faint smile, then a contemplative moment. "Which can be forgiven with lines drawn, I suppose. A thousand times over, it's a positive thing that hands-off have strived to be a little bit hands-on though." He sighs a little then, shakes his head faintly after a while. "I don't need to tell you that trying to change your pattern of behaviour is the hardest thing to make much progress with. But... given everything I just said and present company, I think at least Luci and I, can be forgiven for perceiving some of this as being a gigantic pratfall."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>"...So a case of 'one bitten, twice shy' and 'Old habits die hard' combined together." Nick surmises. His lips purse in thought as he seemingly studies a spot on the wall across from him. <br><br>There's still something nagging at him regarding the whole situation. "...Maybe I should talk to them instead."<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>"We certainly won't stop you. After all, there are three sides to every story." Lucifer finally says after a moment or few. He takes in a breath and reaches into a pocket to pull out his silver cigarette case. Two come out, are lit, and one is offered to Nathaniel. "Look, families have disagreements, arguments and the like. There's just some places where we would like lines drawn a bit deeper. I think once everyone has a chance to take their steps back, have a few breaths, maybe a couple meltdowns...all will work out in the end. This isn't me taking sides, it's just me playing...well... the advocate of myself I suppose." He actually gives a grin then.<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>Sinister inclines his head and takes the cigarette. A moment has him looking at the book and just in case, encasing it in a red bubble of protective forcefield. "Thank you," a few puffs later and an ash flick "...Maybe you should, Nick. I'm fairly certain they'll explain things, or they'll crow in the case of Michael. Or they'll work in mysterious ways and sidestep admitting anything, I honestly don't know." <br><br>His lips press a thin line, tension at the corner of his eyes. "Good summary though..." pause, beat "...have I mentioned how annoying it is at times, to be living in the realms of a very vigorous apostition? Because it is. Opposite of superstition, apostitions exist whether you believe in them or not... which leads me to confronting the fact I annoyed an archangel."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick tilts his head at the mention of Michael. "...Is he still wanting to talk? Last time around he just up and left as I came in." He glances to the cup in his hand that's now empty, listening to what Sinister lists as having to come to terms with the reaction he got out of Raphael. <br><br>"You know, Considering you're practically married to one, wouldn't it be more appropriate to view it as you getting into a squabble with an in-law?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer draws from the cigarette before exhaling smoke into the air and flicks ashes that go right where they need to be and nowhere else. He's silent for a lingering moment before looking between Nick and Nathaniel. "I suppose that is another way to look at it, but to they regard you similarly? Who knows. Also, Michael is still on probation...but...he has made efforts. Perhaps his next one will be at one point while you're here." As Michael should apologize to Nick as well, in Lucifer's opinion.<br><br>He also feels there's a bit to smooth out between him and Nathaniel but that will be at a different time and place. For now, silence still reigns supreme.<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>Sinister's mouth opens, then Lucifer goes and says what he was thinking and there's a click of the teeth as he shuts his trap once more, to the tune of a helpless little laugh. "Lucifer Morningstar? I love you dearly..." he expresses, then draws a verrrrrrrrrry deep lungful of cigarette, inhaling just a little more as it's pulled from his lips. "You're a nephew by association, Nick. Raphael missed my sarcasm, when I responded to him scolding me for standing my ground and my opinion with Leo. I noted I'm /only/ a friend, blood is thick, patronage is /thoroughly/ exceptional and all. But Luci is right, I don't... feel all that much like an in-law. I'm not sure how far tolerance goes, with the Host."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>"Hmm." Nick takes a deep sigh as he glances up again. Seemingly thinking about the situation. "You got along great with Raphael before this, right? Annnnd not only is he the patron of doctors, mental health, against nightmares, and travelers- I do believe lovers and finding someone's spouse is on the list somewhere too. So- considering the lack of subtley from you two, and that's HIS thing to take notice of. If your only discord from him was due to him missing out on sarcasm where you distanced yourself from anything family related...Well-" <br><br>Honestly Nick was going somewhere with this. But, he runs out of the words to get to the conclusion. Angels have feelings too. Take a look at Exhibit A sitting in the throne over there.<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer does a little dancey dance, only to the right, because that's how the birdie does it<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>"Perhaps what is really needed is a sit down and talk out. Safe space for everyone to get out all their frustrations and work on how to be better at communicating." Lucifer offers this and then glances towards Nathaniel. "Myself included I think..." He nods his head, draws more of his cigarette and then sips more of his tea. "If Raphael missed your sarcasm, then he should be allowed a moment to -know- you were being sarcastic. I mean, it's true the angelic choir watches everyone, but that doesn't mean they know every nuance of conversational bits." He offers and then holds up a finger. "I'm not defending him either. I just don't want everyone up in arms at each other. We had to deal with that with one Angel. Best not make it the whole choir." He smirks then.<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"Mmmmmmm. You're likely right," the comment about all the OTHER things that Raphael is supposed to patron, has him looking over at Nick with his chin lowered, peering out beneath his brows at the man. There's a snort, but it at least sounds mildly amused. "Perhaps, given that he's an Archangel full of grace, I should be holding him to a higher standard..." and that, that right there, is POINTEDLY said to the air with a look up. "You hear that? Two -can- play at that game and I'm occasionally exceptionally petty. But you can bloodywell get your arse down here and chin-wag!"<br><br>He stubs his cigarette out there and immediately reaches for a fresh one from his own tin, following it with a second.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick takes note of the look his way and gives a shrug. "Mom had a thing about saint stories..."<br><br>As Sinister directs his shouts upwards, to challenge Raphael of sorts. Nick tilts his head, glancing up. He's quiet, waiting. <br><br>Nothing.<br><br>"...Maybe he's not listening right now. Maybe you could do the prayer thing." Nick suggests, "And actually say his name?"<br><br>The musician brings a free hand up to scratch the back of his head. "But...I'd like it if you two could get back on good terms..."<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>"Even angels may need time to sort out their own thoughts, I think. He may not be ready to talk just yet." Lucifer offers this, finishing his tea and then glances upwards as well. "It only happened a couple days ago. You needed time to sort out you mind... patience. I know it's hard, but sometimes necessary." Says the man who is so very patient himself. Right? Surely. Maybe.<br><br>Almost never.<br><br>"Maybe a change of topic is in order. I'm just... not sure what else to talk about... and I wanted you here, Nick, so you were caught up on all the recent happenings. Which I suppose I succeeded on... sort of."<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"Mmmm," that oh-so-expressive sound encompasses everything, from what Nick suggested to what Lucifer followed up with. Does he pray? Hell no. Nor does he use a name, though he glances to one corner of the room at ceiling height, then hands over the second smoke in Lucifer's direction. <br><br>There is a small shake of the head however, followed by rubbing of finger and thumb over his eyeballs as lids close over them and an exhale that isn't quite a sigh. There are a few things that he simply will not admit out loud and it's a jolly good job nobody here is an empath. <br><br>"Well. Did everything else go well, in L.A. Nick? Anything juicy to be shared from the experience?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>When the suggested topic change switches over to LA, Nick blinks. "Hmm? Oh yes. Well, for the auction date, Betsy and I flew out there to get dinner and it turns out Jacob Hyde was eating there. And he wanted to talk to me about an upcoming project. After dinner we ended up going to his place and we ended up spending a bit longer amount of time than planned over there." <br><br>Nick pauses, "...As for the date itself-" Nick looks over to Sinister, "She brought up a group I think you've referenced before."<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer smirks lightly. "Well I am glad a few things worked out for you." Saying this much as he shifts in his chair for a moment. "I wonder how the other things from that night panned out. The auction I mean. Lois came by for the interview with Nathaniel. You were signed up to play for...someone... was it Lois? I forget." Then he shrugs and glances to the cigarette being offered to him. He does what needs to be done to the cigarette and then tilts his head one way and then the other.<br><br>"Actually that reminds me. I need to speak to Lois about the double date she wants Nathaniel and I to go on with her and her fiance.."<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>Second cigarettes are great for chain smoking. It was fresh as a daisy and of the clove blend variety that Sin sometimes favours. Brows are lifted though, intrigue as opposed to surprise at Nick's words first. "Oh, really now? Well, that is typically Betsy, to have a side hussle, even when socializing. She does it with me all the time. And what was mentioned about this group? I am assuming you mean X-force because frankly, I disbanded the Marauders a long time ago and put them all in stasis. Except for Sabretooth, he's still out there being himself..." ... ... yes. Stasis. Pulled out for special occasions, like the sunday tea set. <br><br>Then, he turns that intrigued eyebrow on Lucifer. "You know, I have never in my entire life, been on a double date? Unsurprisingly, such things never really played out as a possibility in times gone by."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Sinister gets a nod in confirmation as he mentions X-Force. "The one mentioned at the dinner we were all at. Uh it was more or less that I'm already involved in matters but she'd like to use my help more officially." <br><br>Nick tilts his head, to Lucifer's response. "Well it'll depend on how things turn out on whether or not it worked out for me."<br><br>Being that he highly suspects the reason why Betsy changed her mind at the last second for the restaurant they were going to just SO they could run into the producer and her general suspicion of the guy. "It could get complicated." <br><br>"It was Lois that won the performance." Nick confirms, regarding the performance. "She's thinking about me playing at her wedding but they still haven't sent the wedding date yet."<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>"She'll have to get her superhero of a fiance to actually sit down and wedding plan if that's ever going to happen." Lucifer chides with a soft chuckle and then he finishes his tea and floats the cup and saucer out to the kitchen. After another moment he stands, and while he still has a clove in hand, he stretches out, flicks ashes and draws another breath. "Well. This was an interesting evening, but I think I am going to call it a night. I think Nathaniel needs a little TLC that I want to ensure he enjoys before we go contemplate eyelids." He smirks. "And before you get any ideas, pampering him includes a long soak in the hot tub with variable scents he enjoys. And maybe a bath bomb..."<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"Oh my, the sensory delights..." -- that for the promise of the bath, Sinister draws a last on the clove in hand, casting eyes upon Nick -- "If you've not got much going on in the condo, we've room service here, as you know. If you're actually considering X-force, you and I should have a more .... ahhhh... professional chat, given I'm their patron." <br><br>He stubs out the cigarette then and rises. <br><br>"For one thing, I'll have to test some of the devices and equipment on you and figure out what to supply." TOYS! <br><br>That said, there's a wry half-smile and he is stepping up to Lucifer's side, leaning in for a very poignant kiss and heading to the bathroom. Jacuzzi + bath bomb = inordinate amount of bubbles everywhere. But also pampering in the extreme.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>"A talk would be good." Nick agrees, "...I'm still debating. Some more information could be helpful." The musician gets up, moving over to put his cup with the other dirties. "...Let me know when you want to talk." <br><br>Nick looks to the couple, giving them a nod goodnight before he moves over to the elevator, pressing the button. As the door opens, he glances over to Sinister. "...So you know in case it comes up in conversation again... I do consider you family." <br><br>The musician backs into the elevator, smiling as the door closes.<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16090/Fancy_Seeing_You_Here&diff=33201&oldid=016090/Fancy Seeing You Here2024-03-27T18:12:16Z<p>Peter runs into Bobbi at the gym! They haven't skipped a beat</p>
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:125|Mockingbird (125)}} has posed:'''<br>Bobbi Morse usually works out at the Triskelion, but there are times when a girl needs a change of scenery. RockWallz is one of her favorites, mostly because of the climbing wall.<br><br>Right now, Bobbi is about two stories up the wall in a free climb. She's following one of the more difficult hand-hold courses, and her harness is tied into the automatic belay system. The blonde wears black yoga pants, climbing shoes, a sports bra and of course the harness about her hips. She dips fingers into the chalk bag at the small of her back, dusting off the extra on her thigh as she plans her next move. It's going to be a stretch.<br />
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:'''{{#var:4|Spider-Man (4)}} has posed:'''<br>Peter almost /never/ works out. <br><br> But he has to keep up appearances. Nobody wants to look at a guy like Parker, a known nerd, and suspect where he got all that packed muscle from. So, Peter is going to the gym. He can lift everything in here /extremely/ easily, but he's going to put on a good show so some of the regulars here can get off his back and he can post a couple of selfies working out. <br><br> Oh God, is Peter going into social media? That's a /terrible/ idea. <br><br> Or an amazing one, considering the man is wearing black sweatpants, a tanktop that shows off said muscle, and some simple running shoes. His hair is a mop of a brunette mess on his head, his eyes suddenly finding Mockingbird as Bobbi commits to doing some hard work. <br><br> A smirk comes across his face. <br><br> "Yeah girl! Get on with your bad self." He flirts shamelessly with Bobbi. Now to most, this would just be irritating catcalling. But this is kinda their thing.<br />
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:'''{{#var:125|Mockingbird (125)}} has posed:'''<br>Given their respective positions in this conversation, Peter arguably has the better view. "Hey, Parker." she calls back down. In this gym she isn't Mockingbird and he isn't Spider-Man (with or without the hyphen).<br><br>"You better not be looking at my ass." Of course the way she says it very strongly implies the opposite.<br><br>She sinks into her current position a little, then lunges up and over to try for the next hand-hold. She catches it, and for a moment the blonde dangles precariously. The belay system whines as it catches up the slack, and then Bobbi finds holds for her other hand and one foot. Only then does she look down and flash him a grin.<br><br>"I'll be right down." And it's no accident that she punctuates with a double cheek-flex.<br />
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:'''{{#var:4|Spider-Man (4)}} has posed:'''<br>Peter /really does/ have the better view at the moment. Peter has his bag looped over his shoulder, and even as she calls back to him, Bobbi can /feel/ the weight of eyes on her most likely. "Too late!" Peter smirks, his arms crossing over his chest as that ASS seems to just be staring right back at him. <br><br> All the same, he's impressed with how she's performing her gymnastics. Mockingbird has always been insanely agile, always been the kind of person who can just /do it/ and make it look easy. Peter can do it because he's hit his face a thousand times in order to do so. Bobbi just /that/ good. <br><br> Course she's flexing her cheeks now and Peter seems to be in an absolute daze. <br><br> "I'll wait!" He calls back up, smirking a little bit as he leans against one of the columns.<br />
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:'''{{#var:125|Mockingbird (125)}} has posed:'''<br>Having made that stretch, Bobbi takes the next couple of hand-holds fairly easily. Acrobatics is a forte of hers, of course. Not nearly as much as his, but she lacks his advantages as well.<br><br>The final part of this course has her moving laterally for about 10 feet along an arch, using just hand holds. Bobbi dangles and works her way methodically along. "You ready to catch me if I fall?" she calls down, without looking. Expecting that of anyone else would be suicide, but Bobbi knows that Peter is more than capable of catching her from even greater heights.<br><br>She doesn't fall, however, finally making it across the arch. A couple more vertical, then she rings the bell at the top. Giving the rope a shake, the motor whines as she rappels down to the mat.<br />
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:'''{{#var:4|Spider-Man (4)}} has posed:'''<br>Peter still just whistles. Even if Peter is better at acrobatics, it's because he's genetically more capable. He has the lightweight capability of a spider, proportionate to a human, anyway. But all the same, he just watches her go through the course, his hands at his sides as he reaches to lift the strap of his bag up and over his head so he can rest it on the ground. If she falls? <br><br> Well, she's not gonna fall. But if she does? Spider-Man has made more dangerous catches. "Always!" Peter calls right back up to her with the biggest smile on his face as he watches her continue her work. Finally, she hits the bell at the top! <br><br> "Wooo! Yeah girl!" <br><br> Peter claps and cheers for Bobbi, a little musical laugh touching his features as he watches her rappel down to the mat. "Look at you trying to get me nervous, make me think you're gonna fall." He snickers. "How've you been, Bobbi?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:125|Mockingbird (125)}} has posed:'''<br>Bobbi pushes off lightly with her feet as the line unreels with her descent. She beams when both feet touch at last, stepping right up to give him a bold, sweaty hug. "Sweaty." she replies with a grin, and now he is sweaty too.<br><br>Looking down, she unties the complex knot on the harness before unbuckling it to wiggle out.<br><br>The grin is broad, the look is knowing. Yeah, they've both done WAY more dangerous things than this. "I appreciate the support, though. How've you been, Peter? Still keeping in shape?"<br><br>She looks him over slowly. Yeah, Bobbi knows all about his genetics. She's even studied his cells and done some blood work, being the resident biochemist at SHIELD.<br><br>Picking up her gear, she steps over to gym bag and picks up a towel and a water bottle.<br />
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:'''{{#var:4|Spider-Man (4)}} has posed:'''<br>You know those things that Peter doesn't really think about? <br><br> Yeah, this is one of them.<br><br> Bobbi walks right up to Peter and offers him a hug and honestly? He's more than happy to open his arms wide and give her a hug right back! He nearly picks her up off of the ground, a little laugh leaving his lips like it was the music of life. Though after a moment, Peter releases her and he looks at himself. <br><br> "Ugh, gross!" Peter chuckles, shivering and making a whole show of it. Though he smirks at Mockingbird as she wiggles out of her harness. What? She's wiggling. It's *nice*. Though when asked how he's been? Peter shrugs. <br><br> "Eh, Parker luck keeps me on my toes." His NOTORIOUSLY bad luck. "But I mean, work is good and I'm doing alright and good. Trying to stay in shape, you know. Thinking some extra muscle might help me get into this whole social media thing." He smirks at Mockingbird, watching her as she steps over to her gym bag.<br />
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:'''{{#var:125|Mockingbird (125)}} has posed:'''<br>Bobbi bends low and takes her time stuffing the harness into her gym bag. Then the climbing shoes come off one at a time. Yeah, she knows she's working it, and she glances over to make sure he's watching.<br><br>She stands bolt upright when he mentions social media, however, and Bobbi wrinkles her nose at that. "Seriously? Social media is a cesspool." she quips back.<br><br>Picking up her stuff, Bobbi wiggles her bare toes. "Listen, Parker. I'm gonna shower, but then you wanna grab a coffee or something? I drove over if you need a lift."<br />
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:'''{{#var:4|Spider-Man (4)}} has posed:'''<br>Peter is /absolutely/ watching. <br><br> She bends over and works it, his eyes firmly on the curves and edges of her figure. She's VERY much so in shape and Peter looks like an absolute idiot while he stares at her. He's not hiding that he's staring either. In fact, when she glances over to make sure he's watching? He actually meets her eyes. His gaze a steady thing. Calm. <br><br> It's not hard to think about what he's thinking about. <br><br> "Ugh, I know right? But I'm thinking it might help overturn guys like Jameson, who just want to give me a bad name." Peter chuckles grimly. Though, he smirks at her. "Want company?" For the shower. <br><br> Though thankfully, she instead asks if he would like to grab coffee with her. "Sure. I'll ride with you too."<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16092/a_simple_business_meeting.&diff=33200&oldid=016092/a simple business meeting.2024-03-27T18:11:43Z<p>Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2024/02/29 |Location=Harry Dresden's Office, Kingston Falls |Synopsis=Remy and Dresden reach a working agreement and plan their first colabritive event. |Cast of Characters=14, 174 |pretty=yes }} {{Poses |Poses=:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>The phone call had been simple and direct, an appointment for an hour of the man's time in regards to two matters, "One foh de PI, one foh de Wizard." He'd asked Harry's rates and had ev..."</p>
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>The phone call had been simple and direct, an appointment for an hour of the man's time in regards to two matters, "One foh de PI, one foh de Wizard." He'd asked Harry's rates and had even managed to knock on the office door exactlly two minutes before the scheduled apointment.<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> The wards are lowered enough for him to enter safely and Harry opens the door. He takes a moment to study the man, the motions him inside. Once inside, Remy gets a once over from the furry tank that lives at the place. Mouse cocks his head to the side a little and chuffs once before walking around the men to lay by the door to see that they aren't distrurbed. <br><br> Harry motions the desk and walks around to take a seat,"There is coffee if you want." Old old school perkalator,"So how can I help you?" <br />
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:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>Remy LeBeau gives Mouse a good solid ear ruffle and smiles the genuine smile of a dog lover getting to pay attention to a dog. "Coffee be great, Merci." He takes the "client seat," and waits for the drink before saying, "Ah don' believe in wastin' a man's time Mistah Dresden." he says blowing at the steam and taking a tenitive sip. "So Ah cut to de chase non? Ah am a professional t'ief. Retired, mostly. One of de best in de world. Problem wit' being retired from a career like dat, is yah get bored real easy. Now Ah could go break inta museums an' put Groucho Glasses on Michelangelo's David or swap a golden idol from Trinidad wit' a replica from de gift shop... but Ah'd rat'er put mah talents ta a constructive end."<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> Pouring a cup of coffee for the man, Harry sets it on the desk infront of him. There are some packets of sugar and creamer there if he wants. Taking a seat he considers the other man's words for a while. A slight raise of his brow and he replies,"So are you offering your services should I need to get into someplace that maybe I shouldn't or more directly couldn't?" he asks straight forward as well,"I could think of a time or two that would have been helpful, but sometimes those places are decidedly dangerous. Somehow you don't strike me as one too worried about that." <br />
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:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>Remy LeBeau smiles wickedly amused at the other man's assessment, "Non, Ah'm not. And also if yah need somet'ing placed somewhere, removed from somewhere, or even simply verrified dat it is where you t'ink it is. Ah am a resourceful man Mr. Dresden. From everyt'ing Ah've been able ta dig up on yah, yah a good man who not too much mind bending de rules foh dat good. Can' say Ah'm a good man mahself. Got allot of red in mah ledger. Allot of Red. But I trying to make amends foh some of it.<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> Harry considers, then stands up to walk to the ice box. He returns with two cold microbrews from across the road,"Speak nothing of the cold microbews or the owner of Mac might kill you to telling and me for doing it." Apparently Remy went from coffee to beer fairly quick. <br><br> "Harry is fine." he tells him in regards to names,"I have a little in mine as well, but I try to keep it to a minimum he admits. Red in the ledger that is." He nods and asks,"Do you have a card or a number I can reach you at without much trouble?" The phone on his desk is old...not quite crank handle old, but old. <br />
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:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>Remy LeBeau places his thumb under the cap of the bottle, there is a momentary bit of pink at his thumbnail, and the cap pops off like a coin flipped into the air. Remy smirks as he catches it and takes a small sip of the beer, makes an astonished face, and takes another. "Mister Dresden...Harry... If dis is a negotiating tactic ta agree ta take mah payment in beer rat'er den cash... Yah are a much bettah negotiator den Ah initially gave yah credit foh." He makes note that there is no way the man's phone has caller ID and plucks a pen from the desk, writing his number on the back of one of Harry's own business cards. Yah call dat number. I won' answer but yah will get a call back wit'in five minutes." He says simply.<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> A smirk and Harry takes a drink as well. He nods and admits,"This is one of the better leverage options." He takes the card and puts it in the middle drawer of the desk. He pauses, makes a note under the name and number, and then puts it away. <br><br> "All right then. You needed the private investigator. You needed the wizard. One down, what can the wizard do for you?" he asks curiously." Suddenly, a huge cat moves into the room and makes his way past them both, clearly disdain for the dog. Mister hops up on one of the file cabinets to watch. <br />
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:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>Remy LeBeau even worse now smells like two different dogs, likely making the cat even less interested in him. Remy nods a bit, taking another sip of his beer and saying "Have yah evah 'eard of a Law firm called Wolfram an' 'Art? Dey pretty big players, an' apparently dey got de kinda backers wit' 'orns and pitchforks."<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> There is a nod and he replies,"I haven't heard a lot, but some yes. The sources in question were reliable enough and they did indicate there was a demon behind it, or rather several demons. Are you wanting someone to tell you more about them or are you looking for something specific?" <br />
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:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>Remy LeBeau takes a deep exhale. "Miles Conrad. Yah'll 'ave never 'eard of 'im. But in de 1940's 'e lied about 'is age and went ta war ta fight de Nazis. He survived, an' used 'is GI bill ta buy a small twon 'ouse in Brooklyn. Dat townhouse was worth eight million dollahs today. And some online scammer manage ta steal 'is identity an' take out four morgages agienst de man's 'ome. He now living at a VA shelter. A man who once fought beside Captain America an' mah own fat'er... all because he open de wrong e-mail." Remy takes a long pull off his beer to steady himself. "Mah pappa ask me ta look inta it, but every avenue is blocked at Wolfram an' 'Art. Dare are ovah T'ree 'undred t'ousand buildings in dat city, including Avenger's tower, de Baxter buiding, and dat wierd one wit' a castle on de roof. An' yah gimmie a week I can get inta any one of dem... But not Wolfram an' 'Art.<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> Harry listens to his description of things and frowns more and more as the story unfolds. His brow furrows a little and he nods,"Sounds like them. I take it the one who did the stealing is part of them or is protected by the viper lawyers?" <br><br> He takes a drink and considers the question at hand,"I might know a way to get in. It would mostly likely be alarmed though, once we stepped through it. It might not. They have some mystical heavy hitters in there, but the path through the ways is the path through the ways. Passing through the Never Never would get us there. If I could go in for you and look around I might be able to find a blind spot, but ever walking through the door would cause chaos." He frowns and smirks a little. A plan is happening in those eyes. <br />
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:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>Remy nods slowly, "Anyt'ing dat proves de man fraudulantly took posession of 'is identity.. anyt'ing at all and it a step in de right direction. If yah c'n get me in dare, Ah c'n take care of an' mundane form of security. If it devolve inta a fight, Ah got more den mah fair share of skills dare too."<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> Harry is quiet for a moment and then he says,"Anything high tech will smoke, just if I get close. I can deliberately set things off too." he explains,"If I walk in and things start blowing up, that will take attention off the security long enough for my apprentice or my girlfriend to pass you through the NeverNever somewhere in the buidling. It isn't fool proof, but it would get you inside and they would not be sure why things are going crazy at least at first." <br />
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:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>Remy LeBeau nods slightly and brings out a folder from inside his trench coat. "Dis is mont's of observations. Literal mont's. Some of it not make sense. Some of it directly couterdict ot'er parts. But it what Ah c'n offer in way of intellegence."<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> Harry take the file and lays it on the desk. He thumbs through a few pages and he nods,"All right. Give me a little time. I know we don't have a lot, but I need to get Willow or Sabrina to take you through the ways of the Never Never. I need to make sure one of them is willing, but given the cause they might both go in with you. I don't know Raven well, but I will see if she might be interested in helping sow a little chaos to cover your entry." <br />
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:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>Remy LeBeau nods and stands up. "Ah look forward ta yah phone call den 'Arry." He says polishing off his beer and stares at the bottle. "Yah gonna 'ave ta get me in connection wit' yah supplier on dat." He says amused, three pointing the bottle in the waste basket next to the door before offering his hand to the other man.<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> Harry stands up and takes the offered hand, shaking. He walks the other man to the door, muttering a soft phrase. Remy sees the shimmer of the wards lowering to let him out. <br><br> He points across the street to Mac's and tells him,"Best microbrew in the city. He serves it warm there, but you can take it home and cool it. Just don't tell him. He makes a steak sandwich that is only slightly better than the brews and just not quite as good as other, more baser activities." <br />
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:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>Remy LeBeau nods his appreciation, though he eyes the wards lowering with an expression that Dresden likely recognizes as that of a man who has accepted on a fundimental level that magic is real... but still is trying to make it science somehow. Still he gives Mouse another ear tussel and heads out the door.<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16093/Old_friends_catching_dinner_(and_catching_up)&diff=33199&oldid=016093/Old friends catching dinner (and catching up)2024-03-27T18:11:16Z<p>Firestar and Spidey had one of their catch up sessions of take out and talking..yes talking.</p>
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|Date of Scene=2024/02/29<br />
|Location=Rooftop on the outskirts of New York.<br />
|Synopsis=Firestar and Spidey had one of their catch up sessions of take out and talking..yes talking.<br />
|Cast of Characters=1014, 4<br />
|pretty=yes<br />
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{{Poses<br />
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> The familiar yellow jumpsuit of Firestar lowers to the roof top. She circled the building a few times prior and then settles. She has a few bags in her hand. She settles them on a ventilation cover. Producing three paper wraps and placing two with a 1 liter and Pepsi. The other she sets aside with another bottle of Pepsi and settles in to wait for the arrival of the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. <br />
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:'''{{#var:4|Spider-Man (4)}} has posed:'''<br>THWIP! <br><br> THWIP! <br><br> "Look I'm just saying, sir-" there's some kind of screaming on the other side of the phone. "O-okay sir, I'll get more photos, but I'm just saying a raise would be n-" more screaming. A little sigh. "Yes sir. Okay sir." he hangs up the cell phone just as his feet connect with the side of a building, lacking tremendous force, the Spider-Man sticks to the wall for a moment and he looks off into that distance from the white film of his webbed mask. <br><br> "Looks like she remembered." <br><br> and quick like a Spider, a web line is shot out of the web-shooters of Spider-Man's wrist and quick as a spider indeed, he finds himself landing /right/ next to Firestar, but thankfully, he didn't crush anything she had set out for him. "Hey. Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long? Had to talk to the boss."<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> Angelica smiles, removing her mask and setting it aside. She turns and hugs the neck of her favorite wall crawler. She shakes her head and tells him,"You need a new gig Pete. That guy is going to drive you into an early grave. More dangerous than any monsters we deal with. Stress I mean." <br><br> Once the hug breaks, she tells him,"Philly cheese steak. One with steak, one with chicken. Eat them because when I watch you eat them I know you are eating. I visited Aunt May and she said she didn't think you were eating. Granted she said the same thing when the three of us were boarding about all three of us, but I know you. Eat." <br />
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:'''{{#var:4|Spider-Man (4)}} has posed:'''<br>As Angelica is turning, Peter was in the process of taking off his mask, but before he can completely do so, her arms are around his neck and holding him tightly. Immedaitely, his arms curl around her waist, holding her tightly against his form. "Yeah, I know...but the pay's good, and honestly, it's not more stressful than my REAL job." Being Spider-Man. "I'll be alright. I promise." Pete withdraws from her as her grip loosens and releases him, his hand completely removing his mask so she can see the messy mop of brown hair on top of his head and the kind smile he has for her. <br><br> "It's good to see you, Angie." He looks at the food. "Hey, thanks for grabbing these." but then he understands that AUNT MAY ratted him out. <br><br> "Man, when did Aunt May become a snitch..." Peter starts to smirk a little bit. "Fine, fine...I'll eat." <br><br> She ewas right of course. Peter had a habit of working himself to the bone. But thankfully...a philly is taken up into his hand and he takes a bite out of it, humming contentedly as the taste settles on his mouth.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> She smirks a little, seeing that touseled hair,"That mask does nothing for your hair style friend." she teases lightly,"We all have a job to do. I get it. He's just a toxic pain." she adds more seriously. <br><br> "It's good to see you and to be seen." she tells him and opens her drink, taking a sip,"She became a snitch when someone came back to town to keep you in line." Clearly a tease,"She loves you Pete. She worries a lot about everyone, but especially you." <br><br> She opens her own sandwich, taking up half, and starts to eat. Easy silence between friends is nice. <br />
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:'''{{#var:4|Spider-Man (4)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well, I'm not a model, so I think I can get away with it for a little while before May tells me to get it cut." Peter jokes right back at her. "Yeah, well...I know he means well. He just wants to think that Spider-Man is evil so he can have a /reason/ for all the terrible stuff that happens everyday in this city. He just wants someone to blame. I'm hoping that with some moe time...Jameson'll figure it out." Jameson will probably never figure it out. <br><br> "Well, it's always good to see you times two. So HAH!" Peter smirks at her as he eats his meal, frowning when he's reminded how much May is thinking about him and would sacrifice for him. "Yeah...I know." He sighs. "I just don't want to worry her." He shakes his head. <br><br> "Anyway, enough about me." He takes a bite of his food, talking with his mouth full. "How're you? What've you been up to?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> "I doubt that he means well. He means to get money and subscribers." Angelica replies with a shake of her head and takes a bite of her sandwich. She doesn't argue of course, just her two cents. <br><br> She chuckles at the time two comment. A nod and she adds,"NOt sure May doesn't still worry about all three of us all the time. I think it is in her nature." <br><br> She shakes her head,"Probationary Justice Leaguer. Ref between certain mutants. Found another vampire. She mentioned...him." Spidey would know well that him was Dracula,"Not by name, but the vibe was there. Not just knee jerk. Also, Vanessa and I are no more. Drifted I guess. Maybe I wasn't interesting enough." She shrugs,"I think I am going to enjoy single for a bit, not dive into something permanent again, even open the way we were." <br />
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:'''{{#var:4|Spider-Man (4)}} has posed:'''<br>Peter listens, closely, thoug hhe doesn't speak up until he hears that Angelica and Vanessa broke up. "Oh man, seriously?" Peter frowns. "I'm sorry, Angie. That sucks really bad. You two were really good together." Peter leans over then, bumping Angelica's shoulder. "Anything I can do to help you feel better?" <br><br> Though he hears about vampires and he frowns. "I hate vampires..." he sighs. "But...you found /him/?" Peter asks her. "Please, please, PLEASE don't do anyting stupid unless I'm around so I can at least cover you." He tells her ever so softly, deeply concerned about her. "I think it's good to be single. It can be lonely." Peter looks at the ground then for a second. "But you're in the JUSTICE LEAGUE! That's really cool." <br><br> He notices she might still be a little down. "But hey, silver lining, it won't be as weird when I crash on your couch?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> "Things were getting weird." she admits softly,"So it is for the better I think. It still isn't fun." <br><br> She laughs and shakes her head,"Probably not. Just be you. Stop by any time you want. You have a place to sleep any time. If someone happens to be there we'll sort it out. I doubt there will be though." <br><br> Shaking her head she tells him,"I won't go after him alone. If he is in the city, I will reach out to you and I will call on the League or a team of militant mutants that I know. THye are kind of hush still." <br><br> She laughs softly and hands him her temporary membership card. All siver, new, and fancy with her name. She takes anothe bite of her food. <br />
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:'''{{#var:4|Spider-Man (4)}} has posed:'''<br>"Fair enough. It's because I was on the couch that one time and woke up to the two of you and I thought I was about to get really lucky?" Peter teases her softly, trying to get her to laugh by saying something ridiculous. "Hey, I really am sorry. I know it's not fun." <br><br> Though she tells him to just be himself and he nods. "Alright, well...you'll get the Parker magic treatment then. It never fails to cheer someone up from a slump." Peter smiles at her. "Trust me." <br><br> Though she hands him her membership card and he looks at it with a smile. "Ooooooh. Fancy." He looks at it all over. Has her picture and everything! "Well, if you have someone there, kick 'em out! I'm more important." He tries to humor her even more, but he seems a lot calmer about her situation. "Good, good. I just don't want you getting hurt because you thought you could beat him on your own."<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> "You might have, if you asked." she tells him with a wink,"That was allowed so long as I shared. That time we were together up here...that was us. That was I can't hurt you and I want to have you to myself. Unfortunately, the power is back and I am dangerous to others so I have to be careful again." <br><br> She takes the card back when he's done and she chuckles softly,"You will always be more important Pete. If there was a way that I could never hurt you, you would never be rid of me." <br><br> "I am not going to lie, if I get a shot he's going to fry." she comments with a chill in her tone that would make Bobby shiver,"I won't go after him alone. You, the League, somebody. Tabitha and I ran into one of his cronies. I gave her a singe, but she managed to get away." <br />
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:'''{{#var:4|Spider-Man (4)}} has posed:'''<br>Peter laughs. "Damn, I REALLY should have just asked." Peter grins at her ever so slightly. "But I'm pretty sure I'm a curse on all relationships." Peter smirks. "Yeah, well....far as I see it? It's still just us." He looks her in the eyes then for a moment, as if in invitation. <br><br> "Well dang. We better make sure you can't hurt me then." Peter tells her, a warmth in his eyes. <br><br> "Good. See? you didn't hurt anybody beyond a single."<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> She laughs softly and hugs him again,"I love you Peter Parker. I always have. I always will. Never forget that. The tech you gave me greatly lowered my risk to others, but it is still there especially if I am not wearing it." <br><br> Shaking her head she admits,"Vanessa can heal fast. Not Wolverine fast, but fast. That was what made her so ideal. I know you heal fast too, but not like either of them. If I hurt you or if you got sick..." <br />
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:'''{{#var:4|Spider-Man (4)}} has posed:'''<br>Hugged properly by Angelica, Peter seems to sigh contendly in feeling her warmth around him, as though all the stresses of the day can gleefully fade away. His arms wrap around her waist tightly, holding her close in that moment as she admits that she loves him and always will. "I love you too, Angie. I always will." He whispers to her, and he pulls away /ever/ so slightly so he can see her eyes. <br><br> She's dangerous. She's powerful. <br><br> And Peter is brave. <br><br> And as she tells him she might hurt him or get him sick? He leans in suddenly, trying to cut her off with a passionate kiss to her lips.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> While not exactly surprised by the change in things, Angelica almost hesitates, but for the moment she doesn't. She returns the kiss, warmth and love there for him too. Her arms tighten around him for a few moments of blissful peace, just hanging out on the top of a building with one of her best friends. Good idea? Probably not. Happening anyway. So it seems. <br />
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:'''{{#var:4|Spider-Man (4)}} has posed:'''<br>Peter is happy to kiss Angelica. It's sweet, in that moment. Just a moment of welcome, a moment of firm embrace. Peter pulls her tighter against him, his lips gently parting in invitation to deepen that kiss. Peter was happy to just...be in that bliss with her. Is this a good idea? Most certainly it isn't. But Peter doesn't seem to care. She needed this, he thought. He needed this, he certainly thought. Maybe with this, they can give both of them peace. <br><br> Even if his hand has moved to rest on her thigh, giving it a soft squeeze. <br><br> "Mmm..." <br><br> THe soft sound vibrates from Peter's throat as one kiss becomes two...becomes three...becomes four.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> It is easy to fall into the temptation. For several seconds there she does just that. Before things can degenerate into something questionable she finally breaks the kiss and whispers,"Thanks Pete. I needed that." She lays her head on his shoulder and settles almost like they are dancing for the moment. She is trying to be both in the moment, but responsible enough at the same time. <br>%<br />
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:'''{{#var:4|Spider-Man (4)}} has posed:'''<br>So easy to fall into the temptation. Peter could /easily/ freefall with her down into that abyss and he wouldn't mind it if they didn't pull themselves out of it. Though eventually, Angelica breaks the kiss, blue eyes meeting her own as they open. "Anytime, Angel." He whispers right back to hr, before both of them look back over the city. Her head was on his shoulder and for a moment, Peter reaches to just...try and hold her hand, being present for her. <br><br> Even if things managed to recover, he certainly had no complaints. This moment was just...perfect.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> She takes the hand in hers and squeezes a little. For the moment, quiet is enough. Just resting, just watching, and just listening to to him breathe. She looks over the city and asks,"So did the fake you blow over? I mean Jameson with always have a campaign against you. Was it Chameleon or something else?" <br />
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:'''{{#var:4|Spider-Man (4)}} has posed:'''<br>Peter feels the pressure of the squeeze around his hand, a relaxed look in Peter's eyes as he looks upon the city he so loves right next to a woman he loves most dearly. Yet, as they sit there for a moment, he listens to her breathing, he feels the way the wind pushes her hair against his neck to tickle the flesh there. His fingers slowly entwined with Angelica's own as they just looked out to the city. <br><br> "This is a really good moment, I don't want to think about Chameleon." Peter smirks, turning a little bit to rest his head on top of hers as they share that moment together. "Let's just say I have a lot of enemies who can shapeshift and a LOT of people who want to be Spider-Man but don't know what it means to be Spider-Man. Think the worst smear campaign ever but it was directed by pure incompetence." Peter chuckles faintly. "But, yeah, Angel...it blew over."<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> She humors him in his desire to not talk about it. It's been years and sometimes they need each other to sounding board. Sometimes they don't. Looking down over the city she finally nods,"Good. A few of the League were starting to question things and were wanting to look into it." she mutters softly,"Since it's blown over I am sure another emergency will rise soon enough to make them forget about things." She might know of something, she might not. Right now it is better for just unplugging,"I haven't seen Gwen for a while. Is she doing all right? Have you spoken to her recently?" <br />
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:'''{{#var:4|Spider-Man (4)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well, good. Honestly, the last thing I need is the League walking up to me and trying to question if I can handle it...I like to think I can." Peter seems to blow a raspberry. "I mostly just don't want to talk to Batman. That guy is /terrifying/." Peter admits, though he looks at Angelica with a little smile touching his features. "Hopefully a new crisis happens to get their eyes off of me. Besides, you'll speak up for me right? I'll kiss you again if you say you will." Peter tells her with a little smile. <br><br> Can ya even blame him? <br><br> Gwen? Oof, that's a topic. "I hear she's doing well. I haven't talked to her in a few months though. I think she's touring with her band, hitting up some venues out of state. We talk every now and again though."<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> "That man is the most intense being I have ever encountered. Even when he is talking in a less formal setting, I think he's more intense that Logan in so many ways." She smacks his chest and tells him,"Relax. They know. I told them before they gave me the membership card. They don't come for you through me." <br><br> She nods at the other and replies,"Yeah. I am glad she is doing well. Touring sounds exciting." Her phone pings and she sighs,"That alarm says I am due on the Watchtower. Gonna be a short night and a long tomorrow. Finish up this stuff or take it home. I will have to catch you later."<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16094/Catching_Up_with_a_Firebug&diff=33198&oldid=016094/Catching Up with a Firebug2024-03-27T18:10:32Z<p>Two friends catch up and say some much needed things. Plus, Logan tries to convince this old friend to see Chuck.</p>
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|Date of Scene=2024/03/01<br />
|Location=Angelica Jones' Apartment, Morrisania<br />
|Synopsis=Two friends catch up and say some much needed things. Plus, Logan tries to convince this old friend to see Chuck.<br />
|Cast of Characters=1014, 202<br />
|pretty=yes<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> One of a few people that has a key, Angelica has told him multiple times to come in. Maybe knock if he smells more than one person, but otherwise come in. She is standing in the kitchen right now, not wearing the protective gear so she is probably alone. Instead a pair of denim cutoffs and a loose fitting black t-shirt. <br><br> She is currently cutting up fruit for some recipe and listening to 70's rock music at a low volume so she can hear folks if they do knock. <br />
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:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br> Logan flags Angelica down with a simple message, "Got to talk." Honestly, his texting is a little more eloquent than the spoken word. Still, he will flag the young mutant down. Logan will go to her place when she tells him to. A knock will come at the door and he waits to be let in. Yes, Logan is courteous unless he has a key to get in. Then he treats the place like his home. It's a weird sense of courtesy.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> She goes to the door and opens it,"Come in. Before you go, get a key out of that side table." She indicates the one by the couch,"You arranged this and probably nobody is going to be here too often. Sam sometimes, Tabitha once in a while, and Spidey once in a blue moon. You know their scents I think." <br><br> She grabs a beer from the refrigerator and slides it down the counter to him,"So what do I owe the pleasure of your company friend. It's been a while and I've missed you." <br />
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:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br> Logan looks at her oddly."What the Hell happened darlin'?" he asks knowing people are gone for reasons. All of that bugs him. It makes his heart go out for her. So, Logan will offer a hug. "Been too long darlin'. Figured I'd give ya some news., Somethin' ya might wanna hear," he moves toward the couch then looks back at Angelica.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> She shakes her head and sighs,"I don't know. We drifted apart some I guess. We just...stopped. I don't think it ever was announced, just stopped. She is in the wind." <br><br> She takes the offered hug and sighs,"It has been too long yes. Tell me something good." She follows after him and opts to let him have a brew on his own right now. Hostess is important. Once he settles, she takes a seat too, turning on the couch towards him to talk easier. <br />
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:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br> "Chuck's back," Logan says and just lets those three simple words sink in. It's a lot to say despite being so little. Leaning into the couch, he looks toward angelica to see how she reacts. There may be a bit of emotion here, or none at all.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> She takes a minute to process,"Who is..." then the light comes on. She raises a brow,"That is good to hear. I was at the mansion not too long ago. You probably scented me in the kitchen with Sam. He invited me to dinner, just ended up being there. I didn't see anyone other than him. I crashed in his room, but he is a gentleman, sleeping on his couch." <br><br> She hmms softly,"I should go and see him. Just to make sure there is a bridge. I have spent a lot of time with Tabitha lately and Betsy a little too, but I have only been there with Sam that one time." <br />
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:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br> "He's tryin' to get things back together. It's him. He's tryin'," Lognan has a small bit of hope in his voice. Chuck has had a positive effect. "You gotta see him. I think it could do everyone some good. Well, every mutant at the mansion at any point," Logan's just honest here. His ocean blues slip toward Firestar.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> She nods finally and replies,"All right. I will come and see him." She winks and adds,"I have always known, even when I was with the Hellions, that he meant well for everyone, mutant and non mutant alike." She shakes her head,"So I will get there with you or with Sam. I was never allowed alone time in some of the places even living there, so I would rather have an escort for the time being and not /that/ kind of escort." Clearly teasing at the end. <br />
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:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br> Logan gives a chuckle as he watches her reaction. The ocean blue eyes take in that wink and he shakes his head. "You could get in there, talk to him. Maybe figure out a few things. Lord knows he's tryin' to help everyone there," he knows that some people have lost their way with the mansion. So, he is trying to bring them back. Chuck may make a difference.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> A nod and she tells him,"I am happy here though. It is closer to the college and I don't feel like I am under foot. I will talk to him, make sure all the bridges are there, but Jean was right about one thing. It is too much for me to try and stand with the X-Men or X-Force and still stand with the League. GIRL and the League is probably as much as I can keep up two with my college load." <br />
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:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br> "I know you wouldn't live out there," Logan says honestly. "I just think some bad calls were mad. Chuck can right some wrongs," that always bugged Logan. Angelica needed this time away. Honestly, she found part of herself. That made Logan happy. Still, he is hoping that metaphorical bridges are mended.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> A nod and she says,"So long as there won't be trouble, I will show up. I just don't want to draw attention or cause friction. He can right the wrongs I think. I am not angry or anything, but I want to make sure things are good with me and the X-Men in general." <br />
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:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br> Logan looks at Angelica. He wants more than that, but to Logan the current outcome is best. He couldn't ask for more. That's a realistic side to him. Angelica is an odd blindspot to him. The man knows this. Still, he can hope. "Best a guy can ask for."<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> She smiles a little and she leans over to kiss his cheek,"Logan. I love you. I am always going to love you. If you asked me to come back, I would consider it. I just didn't care for being a visitor in the place I was supposed to live. If I wanted to use the Danger Room or even go downstairs, I had to have you, Jimmy, or Tabitha...well any X-Man to go down there. Sort of felt like 'You're welcome, but...'." <br />
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:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br> Logan smirks, "I love ya, too," ocean blue eyes watch her for a moment. "I only want ya to come back if ya want it. A cage wit' gold bars is still a cage. That's what it would feel like if ya didn't want to be there," he says honestly on that one. That guilt would eat him up.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> "Maybe when this lease is up I will think about it." she tells hims softly,"I would like to be able to feel a part of things, but I just don't. Friends, I love you all. Some more than others. Some maybe a little less than others. Still." She waves around,"I am happy. I am comfortable. Sometimes I wish I had joined with Betsy. I have spent a little time with her. She is an amazing woman, but I wouldn't give up the League." <br />
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:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br> "All anyone can ask," Logan says honestly and then he nods. "I get where yer comin' from," even if Logan doesn't fully agree with it. He respects Angelica's opinion and position. "I ain't gonna press," Logan speaks firmly on that one. He doesn't want to push too hard.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> "For now, you know you're stuck with me. You know you always have a place to crash. I know if I need you I can come to you. I know where you live." she tells him,"You've been like the father I should have had, but didn't. You'll always be part of my life, even if it being annoyed by my antics."<br />
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|Location=Apartment, the Blue Lady<br />
|Synopsis=Faith and Thomas have a heart to heart..<br />
|Cast of Characters=39, 7044<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:39|Faith Lehane (39)}} has posed:'''<br>Faith Lehane has been spending more and more time at Thomas' place, no doubt the fact that she got booted from her own dump must have played a factor...But surely she has other more personal reasons for spending more time here, right..?<br><br>Of course with the recent arrival of an ex of Thomas' with whom he still seemed to be on good terms, Faith has been sparse of late, claiming to have picked up some odd late night jobs, and increased her patrols after the second glyph fiend attacked darlington park in the past month.<br><br>But one can't help but wonder if there's something else on her mind lately.<br><br>Its nearly midnight when she slips into his apartment, looking tired and ragged but thankfully not bruised and beaten for a change. And naturally she's got a six pack of beer with her as she flops down tiredly on the couch. Since defeating the ice fiend, at least Spring is finally around the corner.<br />
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:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:'''<br>Of course, when you own and opperate a night club, Midnight isn't late. It's like 3 pm for normal people. Thomas was in his office, but had the door to the apartment itself open, so he could see the privte door to the street level open and Faith come in. He saved out the spread sheet he was working on, smiling as he leans agienst the door jam seperating the apartment from his office. "Only you would buy beer when there is an actual nightclub literally downstairs." He says mildly amused. <br><br>The irony of Trini's recent visit is actually two fold. One, he has not seen the Yellow Ranger since, and two... it actually gave the White Prince a bit of closure, not just for the Asian woman but in a strange sense, a certain blonde Slayer who shall remain nameless at this time.<br />
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:'''{{#var:39|Faith Lehane (39)}} has posed:'''<br>Faith Lehane laughs, realizing that she cannot possibly sneak into his apartment unnoticed. "Heh, well I wanted a six pack and whenever I try to buy that much beer down stairs they try to give me a discount and treat me like a 'special customer' or something." she rolls her eyes, clearly grasping at straws.<br><br>Peering at Thomas, she seems to be searching his eyes for something even as she does her best to act casual. "What you up to, working late?" another dumb question, he's almost always working late.<br />
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:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Raith shrugs. "Hazards of doing the horizonal limbo with the boss, people think you might be entitled to some considerations." He says. The look doesn't go unnoticed and he furrows his brows slightly even as he gets a pair of beer glasses out of the freezer and offers her one. "Payroll." He says simply, "Nothing unexpected on it, so it'll keep. I just need to go over a few numbers before signing off on Sunny's maternity leave." He hands one of the icy glasses to her and asks "Alright, so now that the chit chat is out of the way, what's on your mind."<br />
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:'''{{#var:39|Faith Lehane (39)}} has posed:'''<br>Faith Lehane shrugs, taking the glass and popping a beer. "Sounds...Boring. I'll take demons over finances any day. Although I guess it's one way to pay the bills." <br><br>She smirks. "Of course so does hunting vamps and pilfering their bodies before dusting em."<br><br>Another shrug is given as she leans back on the sofa, clearly enjoying the luxuries every time she is absent for a period of time. "On my mind? what you talkin' about?" did her eye just twitch?<br />
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:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Raith takes one of her beers and pops the top himself, pouring the second glass for himself, leaving exactlly a finger's width of foam at the top and bubbles riseing from the bottom like he was in a beer commercial. "Faith my dear, you are a lot of things, but subtle and deceptive are not near the top of the list. So let's just be direct as always, shall we? I know your body language. Something is on your mind. You went Slaying, it didn't release the tension. Both of us have all our clothes on, so it's not that sort of tension. Something is on your mind. Spill."<br />
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:'''{{#var:39|Faith Lehane (39)}} has posed:'''<br>Faith Lehane shrugs, taking a long sip of beer, crossing her legs on the coffee table. "It's nothing, was just thinking about stuff..." <br><br>beat<br><br>"Sooo...How's Trini..?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Raith lifts an eyebrow at what he perceives as a non-sequitur. His head tilts kinda like a Cocker Spanial hearing something interesting as his brain shifts gears, reverses, shifts gears again, pulls foreward slightly, backs up, pulls foreward again... "Trini Kwan?" he asks, confused, as though he must know a dozen Trini's. He shakes his head again as forward motion is achieved. "Faith I haven't seen Trini since that day she stopped into the Club." He gives her a look that he might give someone if they said the Capital of the state of Utah is Pistachio Pudding... "Empty night... is that what is bothering you?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:39|Faith Lehane (39)}} has posed:'''<br>Faith Lehane blinks slowly, maybe trying hard to hide her surprise. "Oh, I see." she shrugs. "She seemed..Fond if you. I kinda thought she'd stick around for a bit.."<br><br>She chuckles at the question, shaking her head. "Bothered? I'm not bothered, just curious. I mean, you two didn't exactly leave on bad terms...I hear she had a similar energy to mine.."<br />
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:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Raith sighs a bit and is trying very hard not to laugh. Pro tip when dating a Slayer...do not laugh at the Slayer... He sips his beer, and she'd know him well enough to know he is considering his words carefully. Not that he'd lie to her, but still... "Okay so that's all true in part. We left on good terms, for the most part. Her Grandmother got sick and she had to go care for her. But I also think she partially wanted to get away from me. I think she was getting addicted to being fed on, psycologically if not physically. Being a Power Ranger she had the ability to serve as a tap into a well of life force simmilar to what you can tap into, but the sensations were happening to her mind...and I don't think being a Ranger insulated her from that the way being a Slayer insulates you.<br />
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:'''{{#var:39|Faith Lehane (39)}} has posed:'''<br>Faith Lehane scowls, eyes narrowed at the chuckling. "What the hell are you laughing at?!" she snaps, clearly annoyed, maybe even inappropriately so.."It's not like I give a damn..I know you used to have multiple partners..So.." she shrugs, "Not really a surprise there, even a Slayer can get addicted to vampire blood, or energy.." she smiles wickedly, "Do you think I care if I'm addicted to you? Maybe I like getting a high.."<br />
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:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Raith nods, mildly amused at her words and hides his smile behind his beer. "Oh, I know all that love. It's not that at all really, but look at it from my perspective. I've already got you who I feed on regularly, if I were to try to take on another regular who I had to keep steadily sexually satisfied, well then I would never have time to get my payroll completed." He says in a wicked tone<br />
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:'''{{#var:39|Faith Lehane (39)}} has posed:'''<br>Faith Lehane mutters something that sounds like a curse under her breath and takes another long swig of her beer. "Soo...You don't take on another lover because you don't have the time, rather than respect out of me?" she seems..Annoyed, confused. "Not like I care.." is quickly added.<br />
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:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Raith sighs and drians his own beer and walks closer to her. He puts his finger under her chin and uses it to lift her face to face him directly. "I don't bed other women because I have no wish to. I have no wish to because I have respect for you and care about you. You've said several times that you don't care, and that is fine. I care."<br />
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:'''{{#var:39|Faith Lehane (39)}} has posed:'''<br>Faith Lehane's lower lip trembles a bit as she eyes him, her usual tough girl facade slipping just a bit. "Thomas...I care about you, too.." she nearly chokes on her own words. Being tender and loving...It's not impossible but it's sure hard for Faith of all people.<br><br>In fact she laughs and shakes her head, "Ah screw it, never one for words.." and with that, she grabs his face, kissing him deeply, more passionately than she has in a long while.<br />
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:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Raith kisses her back, long slow and deep, hands reaching down under her bottom so that he can support her weight if she were to wrap her legs around his waist. A smile touching his lips as he says softly, "I missed you.." as he carries her towards the bed.<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16099/A_Visit_to_the_Cruiser&diff=33196&oldid=016099/A Visit to the Cruiser2024-03-27T18:05:38Z<p>Lydda, Lar, and Kara hang out on the cruiser.</p>
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|Location=Crew Habitat - Legion Cruiser<br />
|Synopsis=Lydda, Lar, and Kara hang out on the cruiser.<br />
|Cast of Characters=954, 55, 10451<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tonight, Lar has decided to invite Kara to come hang out on the Legion cruiser for a bit. She has been here before, but not too often and especially not recently. So he is sitting in the crew lounge, waiting for her arrival and in the meantime keeping tabs on important events in the sector on a datapad.<br />
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:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:'''<br>Kara Danvers is eager to be aboard the star cruiser once more. She doesn't even remember the last time or two she was here, but both times she was dealing with some emergency or other. Maybe this time she can actually enjoy the scenery. "So..All quiet on the star front tonight I hope?" she jokes lightly as she arrives, peering out the windows. Stars have always fascinated her.<br />
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:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"As quiet as it'll ever be I guess." Lar chuckles, looking up at Kara when she arrives. Even though she hasn't been here in a while, some of the sights might feel familiar to her anyway. The exotic plants, entertainment from the future of many planets including Earth, and the doors to the gym and training simulator. "How've you been, Kara?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:'''<br>Kara Danvers smiles and shrugs. "Been alright, busy with school and work and my boss is a real 'treat'" she shrugs and chuckles, stepping towards the window. "But it's okay, things have been quiet, peaceful...Maybe a little too peaceful."<br><br>Kara nods to him. "How about you, Lar? Not about to run off to another faraway planet again I hope?" she chuckles but might just be serious underneath that smile.<br />
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:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh yeah? A real 'treat' huh?" Lar smirks slightly. "Do tell." he asks, patting the seat next to him on the lounge sofa.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Nope, at least not at the moment. But you never know, right? If I do though, maybe this time I'll see if you'd like to join me."<br />
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:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:'''<br>Kara Danvers shrugs. "Oh she's pretty strict, kinda mean...Tries to find the flaw in everyone's work but especially likes to pick on me. I guess I'm the new girl so it's to be expected."<br><br>She smiles, sitting next to him, "How about you? Earth must seem so boring after all your exciting travels..I can't even imagine the places you'vee been!"<br />
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:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You should try melting her shoes to the floor or something." Lar jokes. "Then she'll have to walk around barefooted."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Actually, Earth isn't the most boring place I've been. I don't even know what the most boring place I've been is, honestly. Oh, right the Phantom Zone. But that's mostly just agonizing."<br />
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:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:'''<br>Kara Danvers laughs, shaking her head. "Only if I want to lose my job..Or intern rather. It might turn into a really job in a few months but only if I behave.." she chuckles.<br><br>"Oh don't get me wrong, I love earth, it's beautiful, nostalgic, even if a bit backwards compared to Krypton but..I'm curious to explore the galaxy, see other planets, other stars.."<br />
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:'''{{#var:10451|Lydda Jath (10451)}} has posed:'''<br>A lady doesn't sweat. A lady glows. A hero, however, sweats. Especially after a round in the hard light gym with high gravity and sunlight settings so Lydda cant' rely on the powers her father gave her. Thus it is that a very sweaty Lydda comes out of the gym, deciding she's going to use the cleansing machine back in her own quarters since nobody else was on the cruiser to catch her in this condition.<br><br>Except, of course that there are other people in the cruiser, and indeed right outside where she's exiting from.<br><br>"Oh...!" Lydda freezes on seeing Mon-El and Kara. "Mon." Then the surprised (and vaguely embarrassed) look vanishes from her face. "Kara!" She steps forward as if to hug the fellow living-in-the-past Legionairre in greeting before stopping, wrinkling her nose, and deciding not to inflict that on Kara. "How nice to see you! I'd hug you but I don't want you to get something worse than kryptonite on you!"<br />
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:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh, well in that case you probably should just suck it up for a little bit longer, at least." Lar backpedals. "And then once you have a real job, you can do it and blame it on your coworker's bubblegum."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Sounds like a plan." He smiles to her. "Next time the cruiser picks up a distress call, I'll take you with me. Unless you're already busy saving Metropolis or something." he winks.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lar turns to Lydda when she emerges from the simulator, wrinkling his onse slightly. "Oh, hey Lydda. How was training? You uh...worked up quite the sweat there."<br />
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:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:'''<br>Kara Danvers chuckles and nods. "Sounds like a plan on both counts. I love earth but sometimes it can get a bit too quiet. I'd love to see more of the galaxy, but I do have a favor to ask you.."<br><br>Before she can elaborate, Lydda steps out and hugs her. Eyes brighten and she chuckles, returning the hug. "Heyy! Long time no see, how you been?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:10451|Lydda Jath (10451)}} has posed:'''<br>"I've been ... well ... separated," Lydda says, frowning. "Whoever did this to us put some of us back into the time stream later, so I missed out on everything the Legion has been doing." She grins then. "But that did bring me into the good state of everybody being glad to see me because they've forgotten how strict I am with training."<br><br>With herself, it seems, as well as other Legion types.<br><br>"I'm ... sorry about the smell. I thought I was on the cruiser alone."<br><br>Lydda takes a deep breath, then visibly regrets it as she hastily expels it. "How someone with super senses can stand being within a hundred light years of me right now is amazing! But how about you? How has the 21st been treating you? I always loved your visits to the 30th. Always so eventful!"<br />
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:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Sure Kara, what is it?" he asks when the Girl of Steel mentions a favor.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He chuckles at Lydda. "It's not as bad as you think it is. And it's been all right. What about you? How have you been adjusting? It must seem...weird to you. It's kind of weird to me too, honestly."<br />
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:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:'''<br>Kara Danvers smirks, "Oh you're fine, you were working out..And it's good to see more Legion members after a long absence...Heey maybe we can can work out together some time! Not many gyms on earth that can give me a real challenge."<br><br>Glancing at Lar she smiles. "Well I have a friend, a League member whose just dying to explore space. Think I could let her see this ship sometime?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:10451|Lydda Jath (10451)}} has posed:'''<br>"League?" Lydda looks a bit confused, showing her inexperience in the 21st century. "Is there another Legion in the 21st?"<br><br>She sighs and looks at Lars. "You know more about the 21st century than I do. Do you know this League? Are they fine for travelling interstellar?"<br><br>She looks back at Kara. "And yes, we should work out together, and maybe spar. It can't be often that you find someone strong enough to spar with. Superboy, Lars ..." Her voice trails off. "And that's about it?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Yeah, we totally should. We've got red solar projectors." Lar offers, winking.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'm assuming you're talking about the Justice League of America?" he asks, glancing back at Kara. "And sure, if you trust her, I do."<br />
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:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:'''<br>Kara Danvers smiles and nods, "Justice League, I guess I'm still a fairly new recruit though. So I dint get access to everything." she chuckles, "Red solar projectors huh? Sounds fun! Count me in.." she sighs, "Havent seen Superboy in a while, let's hope he's staying out of trouble." she beams, "I trust Firestar, she's a good person. Would love to introduce her to you all."<br />
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:'''{{#var:10451|Lydda Jath (10451)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well, as long as we stay in the shadows, I can spar with you straight up, Kara, without projectors. I like to test myself at all levels." Her mild neurosis at being relegated to "substitute" status again shows. "All stops out to normal person in battle. I want to be the best hero I can be."<br><br>She pauses.<br><br>"But I want to explore the 21st century sometime with someone who knows it. Could this Firestar perhaps do that as well? We take her out into space; then she introduces us...well me...to the 21st century Earth?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Cool, can't wait to meet her." Lar says, nodding when Kara mentions Firestar.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He frowns at the mention of Supoerboy as well. "Yeah I haven't seen him either, I hope he's all right."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Hey I like that idea." he says when Lydda mentions Firestar giving them a tour. "You and her probably know a lot more about 21st century Earth than we do."<br />
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:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:'''<br>Kara Danvers nods, "Sure! I could show you earth and introduce you to Firestar and she can become an exchange student up here too!" she chuckles, "It'll be fun!"<br><br>Nodding to Lar she glances at her watch, "Cool thanks I'll let her know..I gotta head back to earth but it was good seeing you both again!"<br />
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:'''{{#var:10451|Lydda Jath (10451)}} has posed:'''<br>This time Lydda doesn't worry about the sweat. She steps up to hug Kara. "It was really nice to see you. We should totally go and dispense justice together! I've had some fun already but it was all lightweight stuff. I want to show my value to the Earth with serious opposition!"<br><br>She separates and glances over to Lar. "Works with you too. Sparring. Going to dispense justice together. I want to catch up to those who got here before me."<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16098/This_is_not_the_Danger_room...&diff=33195&oldid=016098/This is not the Danger room...2024-03-27T18:05:09Z<p>There's a lot to be said for owning a warehouse by the docks, they tend to be big and empty, ideal for testing out toys in. Also Lucifer got to eat fine seven-deadly-dining. Does this mean the Dragon is a part of X-force now? WE MAY NEVER KNOW.</p>
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|Date of Scene=2024/03/03<br />
|Location=Darlington Park, Sunnydale<br />
|Synopsis=Faith meets a new comer in town who helps her slay vampires<br />
|Cast of Characters=39, 10464<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:39|Faith Lehane (39)}} has posed:'''<br>There have been a number of crazy events going on in the park lately but locals are used to wear rShe's in Sunnydale and usually pass it off as drunks, druggies or Highschool pranks. like weird weather, or random stone statues popping up.<br><br>There are rumours of course but nothing concrete. You're crazy for believing in demons even if superheroes exist in other parts of the world. At any rate tonight is quiet in Darlington park, maybe a little too quiet..<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>Arthur had decided to rest up in Sunnydale from his trip. But the crazy events that he had heard about had drawn his attention.<br><br>He normally did not use his costume. It was a new thing for him. He had made it flexible enough, but just the idea of being a vigilante of any sort was still new to him. Let alone some sort of superhero type. But the way he designed it was also so that he could blend into crowds. That had lead to his arrival on foot to the park, his black outfit one that looked more street worthy. The ceramic mask was not on as he walked the park, trenchcoat closed and buttoned up to hide what he wears underneath.<br><br>Otherwise, he shows the appearance of someone who is just out for a night walk. Complete with a drink in hand. Probably something caffeinated.<br />
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:'''{{#var:39|Faith Lehane (39)}} has posed:'''<br>Thankfully there are not a lot of people in the park tonight who might stop and stare at a crazy costume. But then there are crazier costumes.<br><br>Somewhere nearby, a couple are kissing, rather aggressively at that. As the guy pulls back, he hates his teeth...Wait are those fangs? What's wrong with his face? Looks like weird ridges on his forehead...Is that guy even human?<br><br>No longer romantic, he grabs her and pins her against a tree, exposing her neck as he continues to bare fangs.<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>Arthur was about to just continue his walk, but well... fangs? And... an ugly as hell face? That caught his attention. He takes a loud sip of his drink. The loudest he can.<br><br>Interruption by someone is undoubtedly one thing. That he's doing his best to be the most annoying? That's something.<br><br>Clearing his throat, he glances at the drink in hand, then at the weird looking guy. Then he stares a bit, "Um... what is wrong with your face, and are those fangs? Oh, can you let her go and not do whatever you are about to? I am sure there is some sort of public decency law out there."<br />
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:'''{{#var:39|Faith Lehane (39)}} has posed:'''<br>The vampire blinks in surprise as someone casually asks him about his face rather than simply scream and run.<br><br>The girl he's got pinned. to the tree doesn't seem as scared as she should be, but with the vamp briefly distracted, it makes her job a bit easier.<br><br>"Heh, he sure is ugly, isn't he?" she quips as she effortlessly twists out of his grasp then kicks him hard in the nuts.<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>That makes Arthur wince. And consider adding something to protect against that to his gear. Nah.<br><br>And he looks at what is now undoubtedly a downed ugly guy, then at the girl.<br><br>"Ow." He sums up the poor man's situation.<br><br>Then he looks carefully at the girl. Very, very carefully it seems as he walks closer.<br><br>"Right... looks like when they said weird things happen in this park, they were not joking. So he a mugger or something else?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:39|Faith Lehane (39)}} has posed:'''<br>The girl doesn't respond but continues beating up the vampire, rather violently as she grabs him by the hair and smashes his face against a nearby tree trunk.<br><br>"You sure have guts, making wise cracks like that. Good thing I'm one of the good guys!"<br><br>She smirks, clearly having fun, seeming to enjoy the violence before pausing, nodding to the newcomer. "Behind you!" she warns, and two more vamps creep up behind him, one waving a lead pipe aimed at his head.<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>Arthur was already on edge. And the warning has him twisting around and moving at the same time.<br><br>It was guess work, but the sight of the incoming pipe showed he was at least partially right.<br><br>"Thank you!" He calls back as he moves more.<br><br>Unlike hers, his is more formal seeming. The edges of his trenchcoat flare a bit as he swings himself around. The unarmed one is his main target as he tries to put it between him and the armed one.<br><br>Not to mention punch it in the gut hard with enough force to break brick.<br><br>Qi is very useful for harming something that's so not human.<br><br>"What are they?" He asks the obvious ally he has.<br />
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:'''{{#var:39|Faith Lehane (39)}} has posed:'''<br>The first vampire is a lot tougher and stronger than it first appears. Faster too. The powerful punch sends it staggering back a foot or two, briefly stunned, but barely breaking a sweat. A blow that could break its rubs barely caused it to flinch and it's already rushing at him, swinging that pipe with eye blurring speed at his face while vamp no. 2 attempts to sweep him off his feet.<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>Arthur was moving right after the blow. Staying still for something like that? The pipe is what he was most wary of.<br><br>And that makes him take his eyes off of the one sweeping his feet. It ends up with him on his back and rolling away from the two with a spin to get back to at least kneeling.<br><br>Reaching into the coat, he pulls a weapon of his own. A sword of all things. A nice, sharp one at that.<br><br>"Stronger and faster. Fangs. I would ask if you are vampires, but you look more like demons to me." Arthur says. "At least the lady talks."<br />
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:'''{{#var:39|Faith Lehane (39)}} has posed:'''<br>Faith Lehane quickly finishes off her own vampire without breaking a sweat, watching with an amused smirk as he pulls out a sword and gets serious. "Mm, you got guts, but can you deliver?" she seems bemused as she watches the vamps circle him, resting him, lashing out with a coordinated pincher attack. <br><br>They're faster and tougher than your typical vamps but he's not your average human either.<br><br>"Cut their heads off, that's one of the ways to kill a vamp!" she offers.<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>A pincer attack is something that Arthur is not going to stay in place for.<br><br>He leaps away and up, letting their pincher possibly hit each other as he lands nearer towards where Faith is.<br><br>Then he rushes forward, hoping the pincher gave him an opening to take out the unarmed one by doing as she said. Swinging at it's head to try to kill it quickly. The strike is more textbook than anything, but it is a quick and decent one.<br><br>He hops back right after to try to keep out of the lead pipe wielding one's range hopefully.<br />
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:'''{{#var:39|Faith Lehane (39)}} has posed:'''<br>The vampire's head gets lopped off and it starts to fall to the ground but turns to dust before it even reaches the ground. The second vamp snarls and gets ready to charge him but the mystery girl hurls a wooden stake that hits it square in the chest. It shrieks in pain before also sinking to the ground in a pile of dust.<br><br>Faith steps out of the shadows and smiths as she retrieves the stake. "Heh not bad, you didn't even flinch. I.." she frowns as her phone beeps, peering at her watch. "I gotta go, but swing by the Bronze sometime. Seeya!" she grins and winks before running off.<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16138/Another_Night_At_the_Lux&diff=33193&oldid=016138/Another Night At the Lux2024-03-27T18:03:48Z<p>Just another 'Normal' night at Club Lux. A student gets in trouble. Logan asks some questions of Nick and Sinister getting some answers. And possibly more questions as a result</p>
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|Date of Scene=2024/03/22<br />
|Location=Club Lux, Melville<br />
|Synopsis=Just another 'Normal' night at Club Lux. A student gets in trouble. Logan asks some questions of Nick and Sinister getting some answers. And possibly more questions as a result<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Ah Thursday night. For college students with the mastery of their class scheduling, this is the true start to the weekend. And what better way to blow off the steam from their overpacked four day class schedule than to go out, party, get drunk, possibly stagger home with someone they met only to regain consciousness somewhere around late-Friday to early-Saturday with a pounding headache fueled by regretful decisions?<br><br>There is none better.<br><br>While not Friday night, the Lux has a respectable crowd of such persons seeking their fun, along with a young professional population networking for their respective businesses.<br><br>And then there is Nick. Seated at the bar, Beer set a bit to his right and a notepad directly in front of him. Despite the club sounds going on he seems reasonably focused upon what he is writ-<br><br>...wri-<br><br>Ok. Scribbling out.<br><br>Nick sighs, taking a moment to get another sip of beer.<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>In some logical universe, this is not where one would find Sinister. Sometimes, the purview of Lux is tantalizing, the high fliers and the wheeler dealers seeking to get closer to the Light. But collegiates are all about the potential and a lot of hormones. This therefore, has the doctor sitting close by in the very back of his usual vulturing booth, where he sits with arms stretched to either side along the back of the apolstery, staring down the night through the green-tinged lenses of his lennon spectacles. It's the thousand yard stare of someone likely tuning out all the absolutely constant chitterchatter of the inebriated minds of youth... or he's thinking about how he'd control an entire continent. This is always a possibility.<br><br>A tall flourescent green drink sits on a coaster nearby, frosted and sweating condensation down the smooth planes of the glass, as of yet untouched. An ashtray awaits, a cigarette prepared, but as of yet unlit. <br><br>"You know, this is very like having to sit in a room full of first grade violinists who have yet to manage to make the strings sing. I'm sure there's a virtuoso here somewhere, but they all sound like badly played pennywhistles to me at the moment..." is muttered.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Perhaps it is the distance, or the sheer amount of chaotic thoughts. But there are some thoughts that aren't quite of the drunken mind. But, Nick's thoughts are not going over violin pieces. But there is the presence of a rhythmic beat playing in his mind. <br><br> A student shoves over to the side of him, making a slight thump against the counter as he orders. The rhythm playing in his mind ends up adding the sound in, blending it with the rhythm, It takes a few repeats of the thought before the tone gets massaged into the sound, improving the bass line. <br><br>The glass of Guinness sets down upon the counter, freeing up the hand to take the pen in hand. A series of notes get jotted down, recording the basic rhythm playing in mind.<br />
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:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br> Desperation brings about cheap booze. And cheap booze is at few places. That's where the Lux calls to many like a siren's song. It's why there are so manyy college kids. Cheap does not equal PBR, especially at the Lux. The owner, and his lover, would probably be offended by the notion of the place serving that swill. <br><br> Logan shows up at the place. He's not sure what brings him here, besides the booze. Logan's ocean blue eyes roam about as he moves thorugh in his simple jeans, a yellow flannelt shirt and the medium brown bomber jacket that still looks new even if it's starting to show the wear. He'll go through the standard procedure to get into the place. No cutting in line or pushing himself forward. Just nicea nd ordered, for now.<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well, I won't interrupt that process, it's liable to just leave you staring at me like I spoke gobbledigook..." Essex observes of the engrossed musician at the bar, shaking his head to himself. Attention roams, a brush here, a drowning out there, a change of desire in another, just because there are a few things he will not tolerate, despite being who he is. One does not do certain things in polite society, you see. <br><br>And then, he settles to looking askance across his bicep, through the crowds of bodies, the merry makers and the hopefuls, to settle with a brief, but intrigued tilt of the head. "Well, you probably aren't supposed to be here, are you?"<br><br>Yes, Lux has bouncers, has demons on the staff, but when it's mostly students, there's only the skeleton crew. Lifelong trauma /isn't/ what it's all about, no, no, no. Maybe they missed that clever little deceptionist. <br><br>A sniff is given, then another at a familiar kind of sweaty leather, flannel, woods and musk scent in the air. And that mind, perpetually slightly angry and permanently tinged with feral. "And what are -you- doing here?" <br><br>This to himself, because frankly, nobody would hear him right now. <br><br>Slowly he rises, makes his way firstly toward the strange mind he felt, rather than the bar and the inevitable angry Canadian.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick plays the rhythm over in his head until he writes it down fully but with the final stroke the sound drifts off into the background of his mind. Pen setting down, he reaches over to grab his drink, sipping it before he takes a moment to observe the gathered crowd.<br><br>Pale eyes observe the familiar doctor making his way through the crowd. Nick glances curiously towards the direction Sinister heads, trying to figure out who is being approached.<br />
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:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br> Logan makes his way through the line. And before long he's back in familiar surroundings. Despite any illwill toward the owner, Loigan has been here a few times. <br><br> dull blue eyes just drink in the crowd. "How many of these are lab rats," he says very low before even making it to the bar. <br><br> Sometimes Logan thinks Sinister's various ventures are just giant control groups. Something to tinker with. Soemthing to test on. <br><br> Before long he makes his way to the bar, "Beer. Imported. Leave the top on. I'll open it when I get it," Logan waits to get serve that drink. <br><br> Ocean blue eyes return back to the people to drink in the details.<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>In some ways, Logan's not wrong. Pretty much everything Sinister does, has a purpose, a reason and an ultimate end goal -- the observer effect though is a known quantity and it might not necessarily enhance the end result if keenly made. So. There are nights like these, analyses that will no doubt be cogitated at four in the morning when everyone else is decently asleep. <br><br>But right now, Sin's on route toward one of the 'wallflower' spots by the men's washroom. Where the glassless people hang out; those whose lot is not the half-empty or the half-full, but those that never managed to catch the barman's eye in the first place. <br><br>He taps a young man on the shoulder, shaking his head and pointing toward the bar in silence. There's indignation on the part of the youth, who rightly is probably wondering who the hell this fellow is, right up until the hellfire gleam in the depths of Sin's pupils catches for a moment and he smiles THAT smile. <br><br>And so it's with a young man that looks like he SHOULD belong, that Sin arrives at the bar, lightly shoving the youth into a seat. "This one's one of yours, I think..." in the general direction of the Wolverine. Kid smells familiar, but does NOT look like /she/ is supposed to. A minor shapeshifter and mentalist, truancy was an issue BEFORE she got to the school. If only she could be taught, eh?<br><br>What's served? A bottle of Hacher Psorr -- a rather potent and very rich tasting german malt beer. In a bottle. With the cap still on.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>As Nick's attention moves across the crowd, a glimpse of another familiar face comes into view. A brow lifts in response but he quietly watches the shorter man approach the bar. He lifts his beer, taking another sip as he hears the order put in before he sets the glass down. <br><br>"Evening, Logan." The rocker greets the teacher. Pausing as Sinister brings over one of the clubgoers with an explanation to why. <br><br>It doesn't take long to figure out what's going on. But he can't really condemn them for doing what he did when he was much younger. Although, he has to admit it's a lot easier to sneak around when people don't really care what you're doing.<br><br>So with nothing constructive to add to what will likely be a dressing down of the hidden student, Nick gives a slight smile before occupying his mouth with more alcohol lest he say something off again.<br><br>Like mentioning attack puppies.<br />
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:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br> Logan is going to stay here for a bit. He'll give a nod to Nick. Taking the bottle of Hacher PSorr, Logan will pull out his keys. Attached to is a bottle opener, aka "The Key to Happiness." <br><br> "Psshhhht" the bottel goes as he removes the top. A moment later, he starts to take a pull from the drink. Breathing out, he savors how it tastes. Sinister and Lucifer don't sacrifice quality. He can agree witht hat at least. <br><br> "How ya been kid?" Logan will ask as he just decies to figure out why so many come here that are the ocllege crowd. Their tastes shouldn't be so refined yet.<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"Sit. Stay. Elsewise I shall tell you a cautionary tale about just who it was uncovered your sorry little masquerade," Sinister informs the defiant looking youth, who pales when 'she' realizes who is having beer at the bar. The swallow is visible and she melts into the regular kid she is, unable to concentrate terribly hard on maintaining her power. Sinister taps the bar. "Orange juice," with an indicator to the youth. <br><br>He settles himself on the bar stool then, giving a half-glance at Nick. "That's not the point," he says, to an observation and empathy on life choices that was never voiced but there's a snort as he takes up a cigarette and lights it without a second thought. <br><br>"That one's fielded at you, I think." The comment toward Nick, but he points to his eyes and toward the young truant meaningfully. Got my eyes on you.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>As one of the seats near the bar is now occupied by student, Nick glances to the notebook in front of him. With a slight movement of the hand, he closes it shut before sliding clip of the pen along the cover. <br><br>When Sinister responds to his wayward thoughts, Nick blinks. "Well at least I didn't say it out loud..." He responds, giving probably one of the most half-assed defenses for having the audacity to have his own thoughts.<br><br>Pale eyes look over to Logan as the next words out of the teacher weren't directed to the student but apparently him. Sinister's confirmation gets a nod. <br><br>"I'm doing alright." Nick replies to Logan. "...I think we'd call this one of the quieter nights."<br />
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:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br> "Yep. Quieter," Logan says knowing this place can become quite the hot spot, no pun. His ocean blue eyes looking over everything as he works on his beer. He looks back toward Nick, Sinister's new "project" and eventually Sinister. <br><br> "So, this is as close as the place gets to bein' 'Normal.'" Logan just idly comments and takes another drink. Honestly, he's been here in a suit and on busier nights. To him this is laid back, metaphorical collar undone type of event for the Lux.<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>Project? There is no project here, other than perhaps a long and protracted road to recovery for one student at Xavier's school. The nonchalance does give Sinister cause to stare a long moment, then to hit up his phone. "Janice, please bring around one of the cars. We've got an underage shapeshifter needs a ride back to Westchester, in one piece and with sanity intact. Yes, that means do NOT let her near the bouncers on their smoke break..." There appeared to have only been a 'boss' on the other end of the line, then a click when the woman hangs up. <br><br>"It's actually pretty normal here more often than it isn't. The vast majority of people that come here are just ... people. There's a lot of money to be made on the backs of people and Lucifer's rather good at it." <br><br>As is Sin, but we'll not mention that. <br><br>"You missed the last charity event. It's like we're trying to put this respectable face on."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Based from the lack of a reaction to the term assigned to him, it's apparent that Nick is not a mind reader. Or at the very least not eavesdropping. But the comment to the 'normal' statement gets him glancing back over to Logan. Pale blue looking to the waves. "Well, I've played in a lot of clubs and I'd be hard pressed to call anything that goes on in one 'normal'. But, I'd consider the Lux to be extremely high up there in terms of security. And other factors aside it makes it one of a few places I would feel comfortable coming to on a regular basis when I'm not working."<br><br>As Sinister brings up the last charity event, Nick nods, smile rekindled, "Oh yes. I know it wasn't like the adoption event but you should have come. But, there should be other events like it later, right?"<br><br>The last part of the sentence seems directed to another which is confirmed by Nick tilting his head back, exposing his throat as he looks to Sinister for an answer. Who better to know? Well, other than Lucifer.<br />
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:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br> Sinister does have a point about the money. Logan won't argue that one. His gaze just slips back to the people. He'll see the shapeshifter and shake his head. If Morph were around, maybe he could whip that student into shape. <br><br> That hope Logan had in the school again may be waning. <br><br> "Valentine's Day?" Logan might have gotten a flyer there. He knows there's a reason to be respectable. Lots of them, even ones he doesn't really think about. Hard to say what those oculd be, but he has some ideas. <br><br> "I've been to here a few times n' know the owners. Trust me, this is normal," he says to Nick and the comments about no club is ever normal. Logan thought maybe Betsy would be here, or even Rogue.<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>In Logan's defense, they often are. Just not tonight. Although not Rogue, this isn't really her kind of bar. <br><br>Watching the student get escorted out, Essex relaxes a little in the wake of it, but only a little. There is a naturally surly disposition sitting not that far away, after all. THe question has him cogitating. "I think so. Although it's unlikely that there'll be anything happening for easter. It's not really in the cards, unless we strip everyone naked and dance the rites of spring, which I doubt most would wrap their heads around. Or maybe that's just me, finding it a bit gauche...." he glances at the dancers in their cages "...frankly I suspect some of the clientelle wouldn't even notice." <br><br>Clearing his throat, he nods to Logan. "The Heart foundation earned a sizeable donation and the club a decent tax write-off." There's always motivation, outside of altruism. Reputations and notoriety do have to be maintained after all. "That was the trigger for Betsy asking Nick the question, I think."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well that, and she had to borrow me for something already." Nick confirms, giving a slight nod. There was also the incident in the hotel room. But that would probably take some explaining if brought up so... skipping over that. "Hence the still deciding but already helping conversation last time around." <br><br>A hand sets on the countertop, gently tapping upon the countertop. "...Well, I'm spoken for when it comes to Thanksgiving and Christmas days. Last time around at the shelter went by without incident so I can probably do the dinner prep again..." Nick pauses, considering potential holidays after Easter. "Is there anything of note before the Fourth of July?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br> "Bring up optional clothin', it'll bring a crowd. Even if there's some weird ritual crap that's gotta be done fer it," he thinks it would bring out a crowd. The non-protesting, patron buying kind. Garish, or not, people like nudity. <br><br> And there's one of the reasons Logan thought of. That tax write off. His ocean blean eyes then slip to nick. <br><br> "What the hell did she ask?" Logan asks wondering a little bit more in detail. Betsy didn't ask for things unless she needed, or wanted them. Not in a too proud way. In his mind, she's a bit shrewd. Knows when she needs something and when she doesn't. It makes her requests matter. They don't come at the drop of a hat.<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>Sinister keeps quiet for this one, eyes tracking onto Nick. The man shared with the terrible two-o, but that's not to say he'll share with everyone. Not Sin's place to proffer, is it?<br><br>His smoke is indulged, shaved to a cherry cone and he leans back, listening. For now at least.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick glances back over to Logan as he asks for details. Being that he knows Logan's involved with the group, it's "Well, she asked a lot of questions. Why I stopped playing larger venues, more info on Wade- But the one he's referring to is most likely where she asked if I'd be willing to consider coming on board in a more official manner. And If I would be so kind as to play professional niceties with a person of interest so she'd have time to snoop around his place."<br><br>He shakes his head, reaching over to his beer, "That one she put into motion before asking. So I guess she knew the answer to that one already."<br><br>Nick brings up the glass to his lips, taking a long sip.<br />
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:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br> Logan's just quiet on that one. Taking a pull from the beer. "I feel like we're chess pieces. Board's all set just waitin' fer the first move," and he will finish off his beer and set it down. He contemplates leaving for now. "Don't disappoint the lady. She can be fierce," he says matter of fact like then gives a nod of parting to Nick. A look will be given to Sinister, just neutral. Sinister gets justa kurt nod. At least its' prgress.<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16101/Downtime&diff=33192&oldid=016101/Downtime2024-03-26T21:55:55Z<p>Barbara checks in on Jason. Jason helps make sure she doesn't eat so much Chinese food her costume won't fit. It's family. It's friendship!</p>
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|Location=Markovia Station, Old Gotham<br />
|Synopsis=Barbara checks in on Jason. Jason helps make sure she doesn't eat so much Chinese food her costume won't fit. It's family. It's friendship!<br />
|Cast of Characters=58, 68<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:'''<br>Barbara Gordon's not great at 'me time' or relaxation or cutting her cords as it were. If she's not out keeping in shape to leap across rooftops and kick some ass, it's only because she's busy actively doing it. If she's not doing either of those, there's the entire world's data traffic, digital traces of crime, the worst of humanity to track and take down.<br><br>Which is why she's coded some failsafes into her own system. It won't lock her out entirely, but it will start restricting her access to non-essential cases. And begin pinging her with popup reminders about just how long it's been since she did take some downtime.<br><br>And really, if she's going to suffer at her own hands and have to ease up and take a break? Well, someone's going to suffer with her. And she knows someone who's even more focused on 'The Job' than her. Which is why she's approached his lair in civilian clothes, a dark grey turtleneck, a pair of dark tan slacks and ankle boots, she looks like a librarian on a mission, with a stapled shut brown paper bag large enough to contain an alarming amount of chinese food being carried with grace and determination as she goes through the entire ritual needed to clear herself and enter Jason's place, before calling out, "Food delivery! General Tso's and extra egg rolls!"<br />
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:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:'''<br>Some wise, or at least marginally insightful, person once said that you can tell the mood of a person just by the kind of music they're listening to.<br><br>Classical? Calm and collected.<br><br>Ballads and Easy Listening?? Wistful or introspective.<br><br>Rap? Angry and violent, surely.<br><br>Yoko Ono? Call 911 and the self-harm hotlines. IMMEDIATELY!<br><br>What, then, does the fact that Jason is currently listening to Megadeth's Symphony of Destruction with the volume turned up to 11 and the bass up to 20 mean?<br><br>For One it means that the stone ceiling, walls and floors of the nearly 150 year old subway station are vibrating just as empahtically. And for D: It means he is currently wrenching on his car. The 1967 silver GTO is up on ramps, his legs emerging out from underneath the car behind the left front tire. Maybe the car is broken or maybe Jason just likes to keep a clear head while he works. (Insert 4th Wall breaking straightfaced shrug of innocence here)<br><br>Somehow, over the din of angry guitars and guteral, er, singing, Jason hears his guest announce herself.<br><br>There comes a metallic clatter of a wrench being dropped to the floor and some shuffling around as the music drops to an easily conversational volume setting of 8. <br><br>"Hey Barb. You heard my stomach growling from the clocktower?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:'''<br>Cheerful whistle echoes out as Babs adds a little spring to her step... not that she can hear the whistle _herself_ with the music blaring, but hey, if you didn't want a little hearing damage, you didn't become a costumed crime fighter. Or visit Jason without calling ahead.<br><br>And at least he turns it down to 'Loud bar' from 'Bones turning to jelly' before she's letting her gaze sweep around for a clean and empty spot to set down the bounty of food, and tug the bag open before its contents steams to mush.<br><br>Lips quirk in a little grin as Babs shakes her head, ponytail swinging as she sighs out, "Oh no, nothing like that. But I did that whole 'Realized I hadn't eaten in a day, ordered takeout and thought with my stomach' thing? And since I want my costume to fit without it being a whole issue..." Shoulders shrug again and she bobs her head towards the car, "And you? Brakes feeling squishy?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:'''<br>Jason Todd slides out from under the car and taps on his phone, turning the music down to "what's the point if it won't give you a brain bleed" levels. Grabbing a rag he wipes his hands before shaking his head.<br><br>"Clutch this time. Felt like it was slipping last time I was out." Standing he glances toward the car. "So rather than play games, I'm replacing the clutch plates now rather than have it fail some night while I'm out working y'know?"<br><br>He looks to the bag, "Thinking with your stomach? You're my kinda girl" he says with a grin. "Thanks for thinking off my stomach too." Upnodding toward the living space he has built into the old station, he smiles. "C'mon. I think I even have some clean dishes.." (of course he does, he's not a total slob. Yet.)<br />
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:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:'''<br>Babs quirks an eyebrow and tilts her head, arms crossing downright sternly, from librarian to disapproving teacher. "Slipping while you were out for a leisurely drive? Or slipping while you were out running down some cartel members? Huh? Huhhhhh?" Eyes narrow. Intent slits that show she already knows the answer. Not because of her surveillance, but because her and Jason really are beasts of the same nature.<br><br>And Babs knows if she was working on her computers, it wouldn't be because their latency was up a little bit when she was binging a season of TV.<br><br>But hey, Jason's focusing on the food and cracking wise, and that's a good sign! And she's pretty sure he can't hear her stomach rumble as she's reminded of the food after a moment, carrying it along towards the living space and sighing out heavily, "Fine fine... but the odd numbered egg roll is mine. Just because I don't want to not fit in my costume doesn't mean I'm not famished... and yes. Plates. I definitely wasn't going to just eat out of the containers."<br><br>Babs also is not a slob. Because if you just eat out of the containers, you don't need to worry about dishes!<br />
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:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:'''<br>Jason Todd looks at the brilliant redhead as she switches into Interogator Barbie Mode (Now with Chinese Take-Out Willpower Breaking Action!). He can't help but laugh. "Look lady. If you -have- to ask? You're not the Real Barbara Gordon." His eyes narrow. "Wait. Prove you're the real Barbara.." He studies her suspiciously before he smirks.<br><br>"Yeah. I went to grab fifth gear and it just didn't feel right. I caught the punk. But the last thing Red Hood needs is anyone thinking they actually might outrun him." The horror.<br><br>"Containers are fine with me, too. I'm easy." He still heads in to confirm what he has for drinks. "I've got... Red Brahman. More Red Brahman. Even more.. no. That's Dr. Soder. I've also got Cheap Beer. Really Cheap Beer and.. just how Broke Are You To Buy Beer This Bad And Cheap?" He pauses. "And Milk. It's even still good."<br><br>He can dress himself -and- shop for groceries. He just.. doesn't get around to the later as often as he probably should.<br />
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:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:'''<br>Babs quirks one eyebrow slowly. Which means that it's at least to 'Really cheap Beer' before she simply can't perk it any higher as she's portioning out the food... which is to say, arranging the containers and pulling out disposable chopsticks and sauce packets and the whole environmentally destroying bundle of extra.<br><br>"I think I'll go for... Cheap Beer. It's my... one for the month." Does she really stick to that rule? No. Probably not. But really, you try telling Dinah Lance you don't want to get a drink with her to discuss her latest romantic misadventure.<br><br>And as Babs settles in for a night of commiserating with Jason over the particulars of the vigilante lifestyle, she can't help but hum thoughtfully, "And please, of course I'm the real me. They'd never manage to get my mind into a Life Model Decoy without me figuring it out, and then I'd be on some sort of killer robot revenge spree."<br><br>Yep. That's the start of a totally normal dinner conversation between friends and family.<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16102/Dining_The_Cancer_Away&diff=33191&oldid=016102/Dining The Cancer Away2024-03-26T21:55:02Z<p>Arthur, Nick, and Thomas find themselves sharing a table at a charity dinner. Family business is discussed much to the horror of a doctor situated at the other side of the table.</p>
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|Date of Scene=2024/03/03<br />
|Location=Podium at Theatre Row, Colgate Heights<br />
|Synopsis=Arthur, Nick, and Thomas find themselves sharing a table at a charity dinner. Family business is discussed much to the horror of a doctor situated at the other side of the table.<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>When it comes to Cancer, most people would agree that it's a bad thing and needs to be dealt with. An even smaller faction would state that it's a bad thing and needs to be dealt with on a case by case basis. And as we go further into the ranks of those with an opinion of Can-<br><br>Ok this is turning into a ramble.<br><br>The key thing is overall, Cancer is a scary thing and people need to understand it to better know how to handle all the various types of cancer there are. Which ones need to be taken out with a vengeance. Which ones are better dealt with by treating the symptoms. And then which ones you can flat out ignore because your daily diet of nachos and beer will cause you to have a heart attack long before that cancer becomes a problem.<br><br>And how do people understand Cancer?<br><br>REASEARCH. And research costs money. Which is what leads to tonight's event.<br><br>Welcome to 'Take A Bite Out of Cancer!' While the title of this fundraiser may seem a bit unappetizing without context, this event raises funds by gathering together a sizable chunk of business, political, and celebrity elite and charging them an extremely high amount of money for a three course meal brought to them by the current year's hottest celebrity chefs in a setting that is just as opulent looking as the price tag.<br><br> Despite the high price of the event, there are a sufficient number of round dining tables that dot the floor of the podium while classical music plays from the stage area. As a nod to those who attend these events to network. Each table tends to have multiple parties using them as the large table allows for them to face each other for some conversation, but still at a socially acceptable distance away from each other to not be considered uncomfortable. <br><br> Highly dressed hoasts and wait staff are currently in the process of showing attendees to their respective, pre-assigned tables.<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>One of the guests and attendee was Arthur King. He was low on the totem poll, but had flown in to show his support of the research.<br><br>He had no 'plus one' or anything, just arriving in a nice suit. This was the sort of thing that he had pretty much been raised around a bit, so he knew what to do. Proper greetings, the whole thing.<br><br>That being said he when he finally reaches the table he looks a little exhausted as he looks around the room, saying to himself more than anyone else, "I am so going to get them back for this."<br><br>At least the food would be good. Right?<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Despite Mr. King having no plus one, the event had more or less accommodated for that. While there were an even number of seats at the table. There's a reasonably young couple situated across the table from him, no more than mid 30s. The woman had a somewhat stern look to her, signifying her to be the likely reason why the couple were even here. There's a nod towards Arthur in greeting. <br><br>The seats to either side of Arthur remain empty for a few more moments. <br><br>"Here you are, Mr. Drago."<br><br>"Thank you."<br><br>A hand rests upon the back of the chair situated to Arthur's right. "Good evening." Nick greets the others at the table. <br><br>The rock star pulls out his chair before seating himself.<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>Arthur glances over for a second, then has to actually turn and look.<br><br>A rock star of all things? Not that it was unlikely, but that was new to him. "Good evening."<br><br>And well, now he is a little nervous. Just a little. "Ah, you would be Nick Drago? My name is Arthur King."<br><br>Well, at least he is being polite about it.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick draws his chair in glancing towards the hosts to see if any others are being drawn to their table. Upon hearing the 'Nick' being inquired to, the musician turns his head to look to Arthur. "You'd be correct." Nick confirms, lifting up a hand to offer over. "Good to meet you, Mr. King. Or would you prefer Arthur?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>Arthur shrugs, "I would prefer Arthur. Mr. King makes me look for my father usually."<br><br>He shakes hands, showing at least that he has a firm grip.<br><br>"I take it you are here for the charity as well? I would have preferred to just donate myself, but I was told that since I was in town to attend as well." Arthur says.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>There's a bit conveyed in the handshake. Nick's grip is not lacking either. They also betray that despite being classified as being a celebrity, Nick does use his hands considerably and there's a thickening to the portions that have seen the most contact. The contact is limited to where one can't overanalyze to what. But considering his reputation for knowing multiple instruments, there's probably considerable blame put in that direction.<br><br>"Arthur it is then." Nick acknowledges, giving another nod as he's asked about his reasons for being here. "That I am. I have a few friends who are interested in cancer research so it seemed like a good one to take an invite for. I do get the desire just to send money. But..." <br><br> Nick shrugs, "I do have to admit that sometimes posing for the camera can pull in more funds from than if I did that directly. Besides, I'm kind of curious to what they're going to serve tonight."<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>"True. I do not wish fame on anyone who would not use it for a good cause like this one. It seems quite... demanding? I am lucky to not have such and be able to do what I can as it is." Arthur gives a smile back.<br><br>"I am not sure myself. It should be interesting. My parents had a lot to say about a few of the chefs, most of it good. I would have to see the names again to see if I remember them, but it should be a good meal at least."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick chuckles. "Considering the praise, I could understand the insistence of you attending this event if your parents were the ones responsible for the ticket. I'm sure if my mom were around she'd be of the same thought process. One does not simply turn down a free meal."<br />
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:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Raith makes, what is for him anyway, a rather subdued entrance. No blaringly obnoxious Rock music, no loud discussions on the nature of beauty with emphasis on any particular females glutes... He's also not in his other normal "persona" of the Man-In-White, owner of a rather popular Bludhaven night club. He /is/ in white of course, at least white pants and jacket, though he's mixed it up with a bit of powder blue in his shirt, and seems to have forsaken his tie for the evening. As the man at the entrance gestures him towards his seating assignment he lets a smile touch his lips, walking towards the other men. "Nick, good to see you. Sasha sends her love..." He nods to the other man, having not yet had the pleasure.<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>"Oh, I understand that one. Especially as I tend to be on the road a lot." Arthur can't be more than 18 from the looks.<br><br>The newcomer earns an appraising look from Arthur as he looks over, a nod being given back. He doesn't know him either. The young man hums as he looks around to see who else he might recognize here and there. As well as to let the two converse.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Hearing the familiar voice, Nick turns his head. Upon seeing Thomas, his expression lights up a little bit more "Thomas!" Nick greets, "Great to see you as well. I do need to swing by the club a bit more when she's scheduled." <br><br>Nick looks over to Arthur, "Arthur, allow me to introduce Thomas Raith. He owns and operates a speak-easy themed night club in Bludhaven and is a friend of mine." <br><br>Nick looks over to Thomas. "Thomas, this is Arthur King who is currently representing his family for this event."<br><br>Nick glances over to the couple on the other side of the table who are looking over at them but being as they're making no move to make introductions, he glances back to Thomas, giving a bit of a shrug. It appears that couple is the silent type.<br />
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:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Raith nods a bit offering Arthur his hand and saying "I understand that burdon. Part of the reason I am here myself. Really coming to these things usually falls on Lara but she's in Milan this week and couldn't get back. He shrugs and adds, "and my favorite You Tuber has Multiple Myeloma, so it does feel good to contribute to the cause. Worst case we leave here and get a pizza right?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>Arthur reaches over to shake hands. A small glance is given to the couple across from them, then he looks back at Thomas, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Raith."<br><br>He shrugs, "Eh, mostly representing and hoping to enjoy the meal. We usually get a couple of these a month or so, and we are happy to help where we can. A few of my relatives have it, so it does hit a little close. So happy to see some of our money get to a good cause."<br><br>Arthur looks to Nick, then to Thomas, "So what is it that you do, Mr. Raith? I am not sure I have heard of you before."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick chuckles. "Maybe not a whole pizza but that could be fun. Being dressed up and going to a place that sells them by the slice." He admits, "Considering the portion size of high end cuisine there is a good chance we will be a little hungry after the meal. Delicious most likely. But not quite filling."<br><br>Nick grows quiet as he takes note of a server moving around the table, filling up the glasses of the occupied seats with water while collecting the drink requests of each person.<br />
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:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Raith smiles calmly, "I own and operate the Blue Lady. It's a Jazz Club over in Bludhaven, and I was lucky enough to meet Nick and convince him to do the occasional set with my headliner, Sasha. Beyond that, it's mostly family money from disreputable sources." He looks amused saying that part. as the Waitress walks by Thomas orders a sweet tea with lemon... then touches her arm and adds, "And if you would, put a little extra sugar in it for me... I like things...very sweet.." the poor waitress walking away blushing and flustered, having already forgoteen the other couple at the table..<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>With his age, Arthur can not order alcohol fortunately. A sweet tea is added, but he doesn't flirt like Thomas does at least.<br><br>Looking at the waitress, he looks to Thomas, "Hm. Ladies man, I take it?"<br><br>Arthur smiles, "Disreputable sources or not, the donation is very much appreciated I am sure. In a way, redeeming the sources I suppose?"<br><br>Another glance is given to the couple across. "Hello, you two. My name is Arthur King."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>In a statement of the obvious, the drink order coming from Nick was nowhere as flirtatious as Thomas's. He just smiles prettily as he puts in his request for Guinness while turning his attention to Thomas's explanation to how he and Nick met. "It's a long story to how that came about. But in general there's more than one type of performance rate. You have the ones where the name recognition gets used for advertising purposes. And then the less flashy performances where people don't realize you're playing there unless they just happen to walk in."<br><br>Being called out for their silence, the more stern looking of the two opens her mouth. "Dr. Karen Krempel." She replies before tilting her head to the man beside her. "And my husband, Karl."<br><br>Nick glances between Arthur and the newly identified Karen. "Would you prefer, Karen or Dr. Krempel?"<br><br>She looks over to Nick. Lifting up her brows without answering. Out loud at least.<br><br>"Doctor it is." Nick murmurs, reaching over to pick up his glass of water.<br />
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:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Raith glances at the pair, mildly amused by the woman's snooty attitude and decides, as usual to make the problem worse. So to Arthur, although loud enough for the Karen to hear he says "My family owns and operates Silverlight industries." which is basically like saying they run Penthouse and Brazzers. "I'd suggest them doing a simmilar charity, but I can't imagine a proper title for the event.." He says with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>Arthur gives a nod towards the two, "A pleasure. Are you a researcher or doctor related to the charity?"<br><br>Arthur is trying to make conversation obviously. Asking questions is the best way. And a doctor? Definitely one he can ask.<br><br>That Thomas announces that has Arthur looking to the man. Even he looks shocked at that one, and not in a good way.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>There's a general silence over the table after Thomas announces the family business. Although not being directly looked at now, Nick can just feel the power of the combined Krempel stare bouncing off of Thomas and hitting those seated in proximity.<br><br>He takes a moment to sip his water, enjoying the crisp coolness that the ice provides. He's somewhat glad he opted for the alcohol tonight even if he does have to wait for the drink to rest before it gets brought to him.<br><br> The glass sets down without a sound. Before Nick takes a deep breath and smiles. Running with what Thomas put down. "So what you're saying is that your family knows most everyone of import here?"<br><br>There's a sputter from across the table coupled with a pointed glance from Karen over to Karl. <br><br>Karl sighs and sets his hands on his table. "Please excuse me..." Sliding the chair out, he steps away from the table.<br />
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:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Raith looks amused at the reactions all around, nodding to Nick with a smile playing on his lips, "I mean Lara would be rather put out if they didn't." He says with amusement."My sister, Lara Raith runs most of the day to day operations, but back when she used to use the stage name Lara Romany, you may have heard of her too?" He asks conversationally... Which again, the sort of name people know, but would never admit to knowing...<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>Arthur obviously has no clue who that is so far. He tilts his head a little, then looks to the others at the table.<br><br>He sighs and looks back to Thomas, "... kami, are you trying to make us all leave?" He shakes his head, "Or just get yourself tossed out?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick tilts his head, looking over to Arthur. "Arthur, He simply stated the business that his family is associated with. Being that a chunk of people who attend these functions are mainly here to network, it is perfectly reasonable for him to do so in order for the more squeamish persons to focus their attention elsewhere." <br><br> He pauses for a moment to smile to the server who sets his beer down on the table, waiting for them to walk off before Nick continues. "And what kind of respectable doctor gets offended by such things? Their very job indicates a need to be familiar with the anatomy in some shape or form. If they can not handle a simple business name, then perhaps they are in the wrong profession."<br><br>Doctor Krempel coughs, glancing to her glass.<br />
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:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Raith looks amused and rather pleased with himself. He sips his tea which still has granules of sugar floating in the liquid and offers an angelic smile to the server. "Precisely. And it always amazes me how many people will denounce the industry, but then slip behind a locked door and...partake." He chuckles and adds, "To be fair though, I sold my interests in Silverlight to my sisters to get the seed money for my club. But three out of four of them still work in the industry, all except my youngest sister who operates a Fung shuai consulting firm in LA.<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>Arthur hums. "I see. Interesting way to do so." He says towards Nick.<br><br>He sips at his tea, looking considerate. "The feng shui is not an easy thing to do. Especially for businesses. They like to move their settings a lot. At least that is what one of my aunts told me. That youngest sister has my respect for dealing with that."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>The doctor has drifted off to silence but is soon joined by the missing Karl who seems to be smiling now. Glancing to his drink which got set down when he was gone, he reaches over to take a sip. <br><br>As Arthur conceeds to the point, Nick gives a slight nod, smiling to the younger man before he reaches over to collect his Guinness. Sipping quietly, he listens to Arthur's comment about the consulting firm. He doesn't call out the redirect to the firm and instead smiles slightly against the glass. <br><br>Nick sets the glass down. "What's the name of that firm?"<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16103/Pizza_time!!!&diff=33190&oldid=016103/Pizza time!!!2024-03-26T21:54:26Z<p>Jacen and Skye ran into each other at the pizza joint. Skye showed him a trick that surprised him.</p>
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|Location=Pizza Joint - Salem Center<br />
|Synopsis=Jacen and Skye ran into each other at the pizza joint. Skye showed him a trick that surprised him.<br />
|Cast of Characters=10414, 1191<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> The normal cowboy look is exchanged for paramedic gear. Jacen seems to be recently off duty. A medium pizza infront of him with a beer. He has a small trauma pack sitting on the table too, so is he ever really off duty? In theory maybe, but he keeps the trapping of his work close at hand. <br />
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:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:'''<br>Skye had been checking out new bars, cafes, and takeout restaurants.<br><br>So far? There was nothing that she liked to replace the ones that she had been avoiding because of her breakup with Clint. It wasn't even a bad breakup! Just those places reminded her of what might have been. And face it, the odds of Clint being in one of them were small, she just didn't want to be reminded this soon.<br><br>(Even though it was going on a year!)<br><br>Frankly, Skye liked her routine just so.<br><br>Next time she decided to add her favourite Chinese restaurant back into the mix. To hell with Clint!<br><br>With this in mind, she walked into the pizza joint figuring how hard would it be to make double pepperoni, extra cheese anyway?<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> The place isn't crowded, but there are limited tables. Jacen picks up a piece of just such a piece of double pepperoni and extra cheese. His eyes move to the door as she walks in. <br><br> His free hand rises enough to wave and motions her to join if she wants. He chews the pizza happily and sets it back on his plate for the moment. He chases the bite with a drink and looks at one content and exhausted. <br />
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:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:'''<br>Ha! Of course she notices him. And, he's right. The places that are available are slim. Why not join him?<br><br>After getting her order, she joins him.<br><br>"I'd say you were following me, but really I don't go out very often. Only for work. And something not even then!" Let's face it, she had a kick ass node at her place. She doesn't need to go to SHIELD to make certain of security. Thank you Oracle!<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> A soft laugh and he shakes his head,"That soun's good'n all, but I got here first. Ain' no kinda reason you'd wanna follow me so I reckon you'd 'bout hafta be right. I'll be more stealthy about th' followin' you." <br><br> He picks up his pizza again and adds,"So since you've been eludin' me lately, how's life treatin' ya?" he asks and bites into the pizz again. <br />
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:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:'''<br>Skye laughs softly, and bites into her pizza. "You never know? There might be a reason to follow you? Though, I'm not the in person following type. They use me in cyber security. Big difference. For a long time most people at SHIELD thought I was in IT. The number of people who I locked out of their computer should have told them something. But noooooooo."<br><br>She swallows a bite, and washes down with a drink. "It goes. My job rarely changes. But it's been quiet. You?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> "There migh' be a reason, but it'd be pertty thin." he teases back." he admits,"As f'r th' people not noticin', sometimes th' open's th' best place ta hide." <br><br> "My job's rarely quiet, whut with people constantly wreckin' cars, gettin' ODed, an' jus' plain bein' stupid. Keep me young...'r somethin'." <br />
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:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:'''<br>"I still do the bulk of my job in the breakroom." Skye nods about hiding in plain sight. "I never told you what I did? Not really. I mean I just told you cyber security, but that's not really it."<br><br>She nods as he goes down a litany of things that people need him for. "Frankly, I don't know how you do it."<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> "I dunno how ta do anything that ain' a hundred miles per hour in m' face." he tells her,"I'd go crazier'n I already if'n I had ta work'n a office'r a cubicle." <br><br> "At least every days'n adventure. Sometimes I wanna slap a bad parent'r throw'n abusive husband through a wall, bu' parta th' game ya know? Everybody makes mistakes, too many don' learn from them." <br />
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:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:'''<br>"If ever you want to make someone like that's life hell, come to me. I can make them wish they were someone else." Skye smiles a sly smile. "Trust me, they will regret it."<br><br>Her pizza is bitten off.<br><br>"It's not too bad working where I work. Plenty of science labs. Computers. Gyms. I think I know where my office is now?" She thinks. She's really not sure. "Like I said, I watch what's happening on the webs." WebS. Plural. "You probably would hate one of my jobs. I actually have two." With SHIELD.<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> He smirks a little and he admits,"There's this one gal whut stole $1000 from me one night." He laughs softly,"Kinda petty I know." <br><br> He takes another bite of his pizza and chews it for a while. A nod and he chuckles,"I seem ta remember ya didn' know where y'r office was last time." <br><br> He raises a brow a little,"Two jobs? Ya love th' torture yeah? Hate ta have time off." <br />
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:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:'''<br>"Hey, I tried to find my office!" Truthfully she knows. She just spends so little time in there that the joke works.<br><br>Skye waits until he catches up, and grinning nods. "Yeah. Two jobs. The one is in your face. I've only had it a couple of years. It took a little while to gain control of it. Want to see?'<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> "If ya looked that's all a guy c'n ask." he replies with a winks. He takes another bite of his pizza, finishing his slice off. <br><br> He considers and then nods,"Yeah. I mean sure. Always interested'n seein' things." A drink of his beer and then he settles in curious. <br />
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:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:'''<br>"Give me your drink, and watch." Skye waits for him to push it over, and for the vibration to settle down.<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> Raising his brow a little, he slides it across the table. He looks a little uncertain and quips lightly,"Ya cain' slip a mickey'n there. I'm watchin'. If ya can I wanna know how ta look out f'r that." <br />
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:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:'''<br>Once the drinks settles down, she moves her hand so that it is closer to it, and there can be no mistaking that she is in control. Slowly she vibrates the liquid.<br><br>slowly..<br><br>Slowly..<br><br>FASTER..<br><br>Until the drink bubbles over the glass. And just as quickly STOPS. Until the liquid is calm, as though it was bubbling just a minute before.<br><br>Skye smirks and quirks a brow, as if to say, what do you think?<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> Curiosity. There is always curiousity with this one. He frowns a little, not angry contemplative. When things stop and then she plays her game with the shaking he raises a brow. <br><br> He looks at her again and smirks back at her,"That's some nex' level stuff. I'd ask how ya do it, but it'd prolly jus' make m' head hurt tryin' ta get it." <br />
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:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:'''<br>"Actually? I don't even know the mechanics of it, to tell the truth." Skye finishes her pizza. "It's all vibrations. Some are easy. Like that drink. Some are hard, like making a heart beat. Did that once?" She shakes her head. "I mean, I did it, but?" She shakes her head again.<br><br>"I can pretty much stop all the gunfights in a room if I concentrate. And can explode everything about me. I do that rarely. But it is pretty simple as far as powers go. I've been known to use Quake as a moniker. Well others do. So. There you have it. Me. Quake. You had to be curious what the bracers were for. This is what they are for. To protect my bones from shattering when I use my powers."<br><br>And she shows him her bracers.<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> His other brow raises as she mentions restarting a heart,"Sister I could use you'n field'f you could do that on th' regular." he comments thoughtfully. Catching the shake of her head, he doesn't push. <br><br> Listening to her speak of her name and the other things she's done gets a nod, looking impressed,"Seems like somebody'd have you on their team. Th' Avenger'r th' D'fenders 'r somethin'." <br />
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:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:'''<br>"You would think!" Skye laughs to herself. "It would be difficult seeing as I dated an Avenger for a couple of years. We lived together most of that time. I think it's better if I gave him his space, seeing we still have to work as a team at SHIELD. Maybe someday."<br><br>"I almost helped you the first time we met. But you figured it out without me. So I just watched." She grins.<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br>"Ahh, relationships c'n be a problem at work f'r sure." he agrees. He grabs another slice of pizza and then adds,"It's never easy blendin' exes with teams. I almost f'rgot ya said it w's SHIELD you worked with. Kinda figger now you're a little more'n justa computer tech though." <br><br> He shakes his head,"Always help. Figger it out c'n go both ways. When't comes ta savin' folks I don' need credit, jus' fewer bodies goin' ta th' morgue." <br />
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:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:'''<br>"Hacker. Computer hacker. I'm one of the world's best hackers. Not tech. Get it right!" Skye is still smiling though, so she's not too put out by that. "Your job is probably more valuable than mine is to the average person. Don't knock it."<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> "Have I mentioned I really suck't computer stuff'n terminology?" he asks with a shrug. He eats more pizza and nods,"My job helps everyone, bu' some o' those everyones'r 'n trouble b'cause of their own dumb." <br />
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:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:'''<br>"Isn't that the truth." Skye stands up. "Come and visit the SHIELD offices if you would like. Come see my work."<br />
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:'''{{#var:10414|Jacen (10414)}} has posed:'''<br> The pair talk for a while longer about SHIELD and what she does for it. After that, the two part company and go on with their evenings. Who knows what adventures awaits for them.<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16104/Pinky_Swear_He%27s_Safe&diff=33189&oldid=016104/Pinky Swear He's Safe2024-03-26T21:53:19Z<p>John is locked away safe and sound. Sarah has a new bodyguard though...</p>
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|Location=Apple Park - Salem Center<br />
|Synopsis=John is locked away safe and sound. Sarah has a new bodyguard though...<br />
|Cast of Characters=9890, 9892<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:9890|Cameron (9890)}} has posed:'''<br>A few weeks ago...<br><br>As always, the burner phones were used and the proper testing done to confirm that there wasn't a terminator impersonating one of them. But once that was done, Cameron and Sarah had arranged to meet. Today, it apparently was going to be at a park. Thus, Cameron was sitting there on a bench. <br><br>To see her, no one would ever be able to tell what she was. She looked absolutely human. In fact she was enjoying a hot dog from the nearby vendor and watching the skaters in the skatepark nearby. She took a sip from her coke then continued to enjoy her meal as though she hadn't a care in the world.<br><br>Behind those dark eyes was a machine, calculating at all times, the HUD display showing the calculations as she considered the build of each person in the area in comparison to various models of terminator machines. None seemed to fit, though there were machines that didn't fit specific shapes so this wasn't foolproof. Thus,she was always on watch and never let down her guard, no matter how calm she appeared.<br><br>The thing that Sarah would probably notice first was that John was not with his bodyguard terminator machine.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>Sarah was late. Or to the point, right on time - which they had planned for her to be late. Lots of time for Cameron to scope out the park.<br><br>"Sorry." She wasn't. "Work." Always a good choice for an excuse.<br><br>She was frowning though. "No John? I would have thought he would be with you." And if Cameron was here, with Sarah.. then who was with John? Protecting him? Lowering her voice, she inquired, "What happened?"<br><br>She sat on the bench beside her.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9890|Cameron (9890)}} has posed:'''<br>"He's safe."<br><br>It was an immediate response because even Cameron could anticipate that would be Sarah's first concern. <br><br>"There is something going on and we got word through the network." Since the resistance to Skynet was active, even in this part of time, before they were technically born. Welcome to the headache that is time travel! "They took him to a bunker for safe keeping. We anticipate that the most likely target after him will be you, in the hopes of finding his location. Therefore, per John's orders, I am to watch over you until the situation is resolved. If it is not in the next eight weeks, we will reconsider and he likely will be returning to the house with us."<br><br>She continued to eat her hot dog then, waiting for a response. From her calculations, there were two options. There was an 86% chance it would be a negative one and she was fully prepared for that. But orders from John were orders from John too for the machine so there wasn't much she could do about it.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>Already one panic was replaced with another. Let's face it, Sarah had spent over half her life protecting John. To get him ready just that exact same thing: to fight the AI's that would take over the world. Skynet.<br><br>How could he be ready to take on this new job in his life?<br><br>While Sarah had no doubt that he has everything that he needs, she wasn't quite ready for it.<br><br>Cameron was right though: To get to John the terminators would go through Sarah. As much as she was his protector? He was his mother's son. The obvious course of action, then, was to protect Sarah herself. By that logic John would be protected as well.<br><br>"For how long?" Leave it to Sarah to cut to the chase.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9890|Cameron (9890)}} has posed:'''<br>"According to them, the threat has been able to track to the tri-state area but no further than that. Thus they are working on leaving a false trail, making it seem as though he has left you behind to protect you." Cameron shrugged, an all too human gesture. "I do not believe they will be fooled by the false duplicate but it was worth the effort perhaps."<br><br>She finished off the hot dog then rose to her feet in a fluid movement, walking to a nearby trash can to throw in the wrapper and empty cup. Then she glanced to Sarah, moving back over to be within conversational distance again. "If we have not heard from him in seven weeks, four days, three hours and twenty-two minutes, I will go recover him from the bunker. If the threat is eliminated before that, he will notify us and we will go escort him back home. He will not be without someone watching over him. Pinky swear."<br><br>Which were two words she had never used before. She even raised her right hand and extended her pinky toward Sarah as though she actually expected the woman to follow suit.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>Okay. Sarah had a time limit. She was not convinced the terminators would be convinced for that long a time. It did, however, bring up the point that maybe they had been living in the Tri state area for too long. And with John's schooling done with, should she look to moving again?<br><br>The trouble was, the older John was, the more attempts on him would be occurring. Skynet *did not* want to face him as a mature adult with all the resistance at his back. Their plans of action had shifted from covert to overt.<br><br>And frankly, Sarah, herself, was getting tired. Tired of sneaking around, packing up or just leaving.. With Skynet ramping up their attacks, wouldn't it be better to plant her feet down with a 'base' and fight from there? Rather than picking, again, and try to make a new home. To keep her eyes out for the terminators that she always knew were coming..?<br><br>Isn't this the way she could help? To take their eyes off of looking for the Resistance, and focusing on her?<br><br>She nodded. "We're staying here.." A pause, then.. "Where did you get 'pinky swear' from?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:9890|Cameron (9890)}} has posed:'''<br>"Lydia. She is one of the resistance members that was sent back. She stated that this was how promises were made in this time and that I should start using it to blend in properly."<br><br>And therein was the reality. Cameron was only as good as her programming. And since she had no idea if a pinky swear was or was not something that actually was happening in this time as it wasn't really database material, she was somewhat gullible. <br><br>And Sarah just left her hanging!<br><br>She lowered her hand back to her side, frowning a tiny bit. "I am guessing by your reaction that I was misinformed?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>Too late Sarah realized what Cameron was holding up her hand for.<br><br>"No, and yes. Usually it is something you do with your own peer group. I'm not sure when you get too old for pinky swears?"<br><br>Then suddenly she holds out her own hand with the pinky aloft. "Pinky swear. I wouldn't send you up the wrong tree." Her face grows solemn. "We moved into the race for the end. Are you ready?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:9890|Cameron (9890)}} has posed:'''<br>Seeing the offered pinky, Cameron brought hers forth again and hooked Sarah's own in the lifelong promise between friends. Not that they were actually friends. Cameron was tolerated by Sarah as a necessary evil. And because John had convinced his mother not to destroy the unusual machine that was Cameron. "Pinky swear. And since we have no peers outside your family in truth, it seems appropriate."<br><br>At the question, Cameron gave a single nod of her head. "I was made for this." And then she looked a little confused. "Interesting. That is a phrase I have heard used but in this situation, it is oddly appropriate."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>"It means everything you have done up to now, has prepared you for being ready. Some people use it very casually. But in this case, even though your life is.. shorter? It is true. You were made for this thing, and this thing only."<br><br>Sarah completes the pinky swear, and lets her hand relax again at her side.<br><br>Cameron was right though. Cameron, Sarah, and John were, for better or worse, a family unit. But with the rise of the resistance? Maybe it was time to include some new people to fight against Skynet.<br><br>Maybe..<br><br>Vive la Resistance!<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16105/Glyphic_Riddle&diff=33188&oldid=016105/Glyphic Riddle2024-03-26T21:52:39Z<p>Scoobies and allies gather to investigate strange happenings in darlington park. Harry and Traci reinforce a crumbling barrier while forming a plan of action.</p>
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|Date of Scene=2024/03/05<br />
|Location=Darlington Park, Sunnydale<br />
|Synopsis=Scoobies and allies gather to investigate strange happenings in darlington park. Harry and Traci reinforce a crumbling barrier while forming a plan of action.<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:39|Faith Lehane (39)}} has posed:'''<br>There have been rumours of strange crazy weather converging on Darlington park over the last several weeks. For those in the know, there were reports of supernatural creatures behind two of the crazy weather phenomenon, and for those who are magically inclined, it's hard to ignore that there us something wrong with the magical leylines that converge in a forest clearing in said park, the very spot where two monsters recently attacked before being banished back to wherever they came from. But where DID they come from, why were they summoned here..And what's with those glyphs?<br><br>Either way, there might be many reasons why the magic and supernaturally inclined might find themselves here tonight. Faith is no witch, but her slayer sense was strong enough to alert her to this weird place, enough to send out a Scooby signal to those she is in contact with. <br><br>This afternoon the park is quiet and calm, not a monster in sight although it's a bit windy. For those with sensitivities, those glyphs are hard to ignore even if they are usually invisible to most everyone else.<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>Last time Arthur had found vampires in the park. And while he has no real sense, instinct, or the like as some others do, he is still one to at least figure out weird weather usually means something going on.<br><br>That had lead him to the park in his costume without the mask. His coat was closed to hide the vest and protect against the wind. His hood was up as well to hide his features. Alongside the glyphs, her perhaps stands out a bit due to carrying a mystical object on him.<br><br>As it was, he was just wandering the park at the moment. Not quite near the glyphs, but close enough to where the monster sightings and weird weather converged. Scientific methods for the win in this case.<br><br>The wind was his biggest worry, honestly.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1005|Traci 13 (1005)}} has posed:'''<br>Traci 13 is not a park person. Still part of the city, yes, so she can touch the flow of the urban magicks to which she is so naturally drawn. But it's weaker, diluted - ironically, for Traci, all these wholesome vegetation is like pollution for her magical metabolism, like a car that's never had an oil change. She feels...<br><br>"Gross," she says, shuddering a bit at some of the pollen blowing in her direction as the park has started to awaken with spring.<br><br>Still, there's something strange going on here and she's inclined to investigate it before it spreads too far. The glyphs certainly call out to her, drawing her in, the stylish girl sliding sunglasses over her eyes as her irises begin to glow golden.<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> Something putting out that much energy, even if there hadn't been similar issues in the recent past, would sing out to the wizard in such a way as he couldn't ignore it. So he doesn't ignore it. <br><br> His long duster wraps him up with some warmth as he draws nearer. His hands are currently his is coat pockets and he seems ready to contend with a myriad of issues. He notices a few people drawn in that he isn't familiar with, but for now there is something that needs to be addressed. People later. <br />
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:'''{{#var:976|Cassie Sandsmark (976)}} has posed:'''<br>Sometimes weather goes wonky in an area, and sometimes it will be because Cassie Sandsmark Daughter of Zeus, Demigoddess, Titan, Heroine, might be a might agitated. <br><br>That was actually why she was given her lasso of lightning. So she can actually control that. <br><br>This was something else though. <br><br>There may be a few other beings capable of messing with the weather that she knows of. Most of the ones she knows actually operate in and around New York. <br><br>But it's something to look at. She knows too many people she likes on the west coast so while there, two birds one stone. <br><br>Touching down in the park herself the blonde is in what could best be described as merch more than a uniform. Black yoga pants with large hollow golden stars on her hips, a muscle top with red at the shoulders and blue from the chest down divided by that golden W logo. red sneakers and a matching hairband, along with her lasso coiled around her hips and waist. Bracers of Submission gleaming on her wrists. <br><br>"A bit of a sniffle is a small price to pay. I'm sure it'll look great once everything is in bloom and all the pollen has gone to make honey or more flowers, which ever comes first." A familiart face in Harry gets a smile too. "Weird stuff enough to drag you out this way?" she asks while turning her blue eyes back to Traci and Arthur.<br />
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:'''{{#var:39|Faith Lehane (39)}} has posed:'''<br>Faith Lehane casually leans against a tree as people gather. She hadn't pulled out the m scythe today, and hopefully there won't be a fight, but she dies have her utility belt with her claws, holy water, stakes, a few other goodies, just in case.<br><br>Cassie and Arthur she doesn't know as well but she met em once or twice on hood terms.<br><br>"Yo blonde, Knight guy, how's it shaking?" she grins and nods to them. "Came out here to check out weird magic stuff too huh?" Harry is given a nod and nod as well. The last person is u familiar to her but those glowing eyes catch her attention.<br><br>Dark eyes narrow on her, taking a cautious step towards her. "Who the hell are you and what's the deal with the eyes?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>Keeping his hood up mostly, Arthur tilts his head a little in a nod. "Knight guy?"<br><br>A nod is given towards Harry as he notices him. "Evening, Harry. I take it this one is a friend of yours? My apologies for not stopping by as scheduled."<br><br>Cassie and Traci get a glance. He doesn't know them, and well... he doesn't want to know what's up with Traci's eyes.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1005|Traci 13 (1005)}} has posed:'''<br>Traci 13 raises an eyebrow at Faith, sliding down her glasses and giving a hint of a smirk at the corner of her mouth. Her lipstick is shiny today, a hint of glitter in it, her pierced tongue flicking her teeth as she responds. She's half-Japanese, her clothes expensive. Real diamonds and gold in the jewelry on her fingers and around her neck. Her black hair is cut in an angular bob.<br><br>"Traci 13. You probably heard of my dad, Terry," she says. Dr. Terry Thirteen is a well known occult investigator, a little old perhaps, but known even to the wider public, both for his successful investigations and for his hatred of fakers and con artists who use the supernatural to steal people's money.<br><br>"I'm a witch. Just a simple bit of magic detection. I'm here to help, as they say," she says. Her father might be known to some, especially Harry, but she's started to do more investigations herself lately. Especially since her father seems to be missing. But she's not worried. He does that sometimes.<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> Recognizing the young Amazon, Harry turns his attention to her for a moment,"Weird enough." he agrees with a nod,"I've encountered two other scenes similar to the energy permeating this area." <br><br> His attention moves to Faith and returns the nod and look to the others. Recognition clicks and Harry nods to Arthur,"Hello Arthur. I know two of them yes. Since he interacted with two it should be obvious who he means. When Faith's attention focuses on the unfamiliar one, he turns his attention as well. <br><br> He nods to her and replies,"I have met your dad a time or two. His name is well known through most occult circles. I wasn't aware he had a daughter, but as I said. Met a time or two." <br />
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:'''{{#var:976|Cassie Sandsmark (976)}} has posed:'''<br>"Sup Slay Queen!" Cassie snappoints to Faith. "Then I gotta go visit my mom up in LA afterwards. So I figure if there's something to hit, might as well get a little disproportionate." <br><br>The glow in Traci's eyes gets a smile, but otherwise Wonder Girl acts like it's a completely normal thing. But when you've seen the things Cassie has, merely glowing eyes is small fry. They are pretty at least. "You should totally meet my friend Raven, she's big on magical know how." To put it mildly. <br><br>"And having someone coming up on an Archeology Masters probably doesn't hurt for hunting about." she adds and admits to her nerd side. <br><br>The blonde already just checking the place out, all those enhanced senses going into seeing what probably should just be normal park landscaping and anything that should stand out.<br />
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:'''{{#var:39|Faith Lehane (39)}} has posed:'''<br>Faith Lehane grins, "Heh, Cassie, that was it. Good seeing ya again, I gotta hit up LA sometime, been a while since I checked in on Angel.." she shrugs, "Oh you know, the usual..Slaying.."<br><br>Arthur is given a nod, smirking "Arthur huh, nice to meet you, I'm Faith." as for infamous investigators, well Giles may have mentioned Thirteen or something at some point. She nods thoughtfully. "Another witch? Cool! Soo what's going on here..?"<br><br>For the magic sensitive there are indeed glyphs, hidden from the naked eye but clear to their senses. There are maybe three or four total and two have already been triggered and deactivated. The other two are active and seem to be...Containing something powerful..Tampering too much could have explosive results. Oh, and they seem to be deliberately positioned in a particular shape all pointing to a more powerful energy signature in the very centre. Another thing of note, they're all on a powerful key line of convergence. Did someone deliberately plant them here?<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>Sighing as his name is given out, Arthur pulls back the hood and lets the wind ruffle his hair.<br><br>"I guess I do not really need the hood, then. So the monster attacks were real?" Arthur asks towards Harry and Faith.<br><br>"Also, vampires are rather nasty. I had a hell of a bruise the next day from one with a lead pipe." Arthur admits. "Was a bit interesting with the bait girl over there," He motions at Faith. Two can play the nick name game! "starting things. Nice to know they have the same physical bodies as a human."<br><br>"I am also probably way out of my depth on this one. Maybe I should ask someone for lessons or such on even seeing energy." He rubs the back of his head.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1005|Traci 13 (1005)}} has posed:'''<br>Traci 13 gets out her phone, flicking through it, "I've got to find a technowizard who can give me a magic sight filter so I can take picture of the junk I see with this spell. It's very, like, hard to describe. Glyphs, runes, I dunno, not really my jam. I know wizzes like Daddy Magic over there," she says, flicking painted nails at Harry, "Are all about the ancient tomes and secrets, but I'm trying to bring magick into the 21st century. Although I'd settle for the 20th at this point. No, I wouldn't. Analog. yuck."<br><br>Still, she does seem fascinated by the glyphs themselves, examining them from different angles, walking a slow parabola back and forth in front of them and then trying to sketch what she sees in an art program she's pulled up on her phone, albeit with slight break in details. No need to accidentally upload some horrifying curse into her phone by accident.<br><br>"Archaeology, huh? Go at it, Indiana Jones."<br><br>She clicks her tongue at Arthur, "Now now, Magic Sword, don't be a bigot. Like, some vamps are gross, yes, but I've met cool ones. Hot ones, even. I mean, yeah, they drink human blood, but, like, as weird habits go, I've seen worse at some of the nightclubs in this city."<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> For the moment, Harry lets the other interact some. He looks over the glyphs and scowls,"I think we are past needing to get ahead of this." he mutters to no one in particular. He removes a note pad and pencil. A quick few moments and he is sketching each glyph at least clear enough that he can get them infront of some others to mix ideas. <br><br> Making sure he is not facing any of the people present, Harry reaches up to touch his forehead and opens his third eye to see if the area resembles the prior two areas,"Daddy Magic? That's a first." he grumbles softly and scans things,"So when is the nasty thing going to jump out and try to eat us I wonder?" <br />
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:'''{{#var:976|Cassie Sandsmark (976)}} has posed:'''<br>"I'm sure having all that info available digitally would be has as all hell. But you know the problem with most old magic tomes is they tend to go off when so much as looked at. You try scanning something, it might as well be a computer reading a spell and it might cast on it's own." Cassie points out with a chuckle. <br><br>This is the least of things that could go wrong. "Let alone how many eldritch abominations are sealed in grimoires and codices and pamphlets. There was a thing a while back where someone was proliferating a Mindless One summoning ritual as some wiccan empowerment thing. Got kinda messy." she tells and makes an eww gross face.<br />
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:'''{{#var:39|Faith Lehane (39)}} has posed:'''<br>Faith Lehane snorts at Arthur. "Bait girl?! what the hell...I ain't no hair bitch tho I sure had to improvise once you interfered!" she practically snaps back but laughs and playfully punches him on the shoulder if he'll allow it.<br><br>"But you can call me Faith, or 'The Slayer' or I guess the Dark Slayer, guess it's got a nice ring to it!" she grins and winks at him, with smite if dangerous mischief in her smile.<br><br>Cassie is given a grin and nod of agreement. "Yeaah tell me about it, Angel sure is one hot vampire.." she sighs and shakes her head. "Maybe I'll introduce you two some time.." she grins.<br><br>Traci and Harry might notice something interesting about those glyphs. They are...Holding something Back, but that barrier has been weakened by two of the four glyphs which have already been triggered. <br><br>Faith blinks at something Cassie says. "Oh yeah! Those vampires in that condemned church, they had a big old tome, I remember seeing some info about the cockatrice in it before they stole it back, but it was mostly in Latin..I wonder if it's got info about these glyphs, or the other monsters sealed in those remaining glyphs..?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>A small grin is given towards Faith, "Hey, it's better than 'Knight guy'. No matter how much it fits." Arthur shoots back at her.<br>The magic sword comment has Arthur looking over towards Traci. "Huh... you can see it?"<br><br>He reaches into his coat, pulling out a sword with a red handle and looking more like some sort of ninja's sword than anything else. The thing is in a solid black scabbard, too. Definitely not an ordinary katana with a lack of a curve to the blade. Putting it away again, he looks between the others as they talk.<br><br>Arthur looks confused, and apparently trying to figure out the who and what is going on now. Magic is something new to him, after all. Very new. And it's showing. Let alone being around a superheroine in one case and a real wizard in another. He wasn't sure what a Slayer was nor just what Traci is.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1005|Traci 13 (1005)}} has posed:'''<br>Traci 13 flicks her eyes over, "Oh, you're the Slayer? Cool cool, I was wondering. I've heard of that. Sort of. Cool. I heard the Slayers were always hot, lore confirmed."<br><br>She starts to get a sense of the glyphs better as she continues to examine them, her tracing not only a recording but a tool to let her examine piece by piece, getting a deeper sense of the thing. Magic is a language of hidden meanings, symbols, metaphor, bleeding through reality and warping it. Real trippy shit like that.<br><br>"This is a lock or a...barrier," she says. "There's something being blocked here. Maybe something's imprisoned here? If so, what? And why? Oh man, I totally sound like Olivia Benson. I'm a detective now. So cool!<br><br>"Cockatrice? I think I saw him DJ uptown last year, at the Raw Nerve? I think that was the name, I can't promise, I was not in a sober place then. Or now. Well, literally now, yes, but, like, not on purpose?"<br><br>Still, she reaches into her tiny purse and flings a vial of powder. As she does, she hisses a word in some ugly, ungulate language and the powder rises and explodes outwards, "Star Trek style: shields up."<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> Harry studies it for a time and passively listens to the others talk. A shake of his head and he mutters,"Being a detective isn't all it's cracked up to be Traci." <br><br> He shakes his hand and a bracelet falls down from his arm to his wrist. A deep sigh and he rises again, looking over all the runes once more and lines immediately close, looking for what would amount to a frayed thread or a seam trying to rip. A little easier to find than the proverbial needle in a haystack,"I need to get these pictures to Bob, maybe we can figure out how to stop the rest of them. I don't know if we can stop this one." <br />
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:'''{{#var:976|Cassie Sandsmark (976)}} has posed:'''<br>"Can you imagine how big a mess we'd be in if someone insisted on making Audiobook versions of some of those things. Like getting a celebrity voice to read something like the Darkhold or the Necronomicon." Scary proposition, but Cassie chuckles, seemingly finding an amusing side. <br><br>"Not so much into Vampires. Vampire Slayers are more my speed these days." she sends back to Faith with a wink. "Witches too!' she adds not leaving Traci out either. <br><br>Exposition from Traci gets a nod. "Are we dropping the barrier to reapply it or are you just redirecting power to the existing?" she asks and shifts her body to a more guarded hand to hand stance incase she needs to throw down. <br><br>"Even Batman's detective work has it's tedium sometimes" she's hung out with Robin enough to know.<br />
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:'''{{#var:39|Faith Lehane (39)}} has posed:'''<br>Faith Lehane flashes a grin and wink towards Traci and Cassie. "Well yeah, if hotness were a superpower I'd be all over it! But..What do we do with this glyph shit? I say we storm the church and get back that Tome.."<br><br>She nods to Harry, "I'll bet Bob would have some insight into this too huh?" <br><br>Traci erects a barrier around the glyphs and Faith peers at it with a frown. "Sooo you think that'll hold? What exactly is the purpose of those glyphs anyway? What are they containing exactly?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>A small shrug is given from Arthur, "Depends upon what is in the church, I guess?"<br><br>He looks to the others, looking perhaps a little confused by what is going on so far. "... so need to read some books or something about magic. Ki has nothing on it."<br />
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:'''{{#var:1005|Traci 13 (1005)}} has posed:'''<br>Traci 13 purses her lips, "I'm sensing some sort of primal inhuman energies being contained here," she says. "Big wild, not the kind of stuff I usually deal with," she says. She's a creature of civilization, after all, of order, even if she isn't what one might expect from a scion of Order, style-wise.<br><br>"They're like...amoeba, pressed between two slides. Except the slides in this case are the barriers between the dimensions themselves," she says aloud. "Only these aren't harmless. Whatever's here is very, very potent indeed. I'm not sure we should tamper with these..."<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> Harry picks up a stick from the ground and walks to the glyph. This will take a minute, but he starts drawing in the soil. To those paying attention, Harry doesn't lift the stick from the ground. He moves up and towards the other side of the glyph, then back down again, over, across, and back to the origin point. <br><br> After the star is made, he drags the stick around the glyph to make a circle, completing a protection pentagram. He stands up and tosses the stick aside. A small pocket knife is produced from the duster pocket and he makes a shallos cut in his hand to well up a little blood. He shakes the blood onto the pentagram, sealing it with his will and a trace of his life force to try and seal the glyph. A way to reiforce what Traci is doing. <br><br> "If someone could snap some pictures and get them on paper Id' like to show him something more clear than my drawings, but I am not sure that would be very smart. Bringing Bob to a site would probably be more dangerous." <br />
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:'''{{#var:976|Cassie Sandsmark (976)}} has posed:'''<br>"Being hot is totally a superpower. Possibly one of the more dangerous ones to have. My sister Aphrodite..." The amount of wars and other calamities started because someone was looking to score with her or with her help. <br><br>Arthur gets a grin. Ki, is like just the start. It's just one kind of mystical energy." she says while answering Harry's request and extracting a phone from a pocket somewhere. She is a Magical Girl after all. How she manages to keep that or keys and not show them off is probably a super power in itself. <br><br>Shots are snapped off and then sent&nbsp;&nbsp;to Harry via some forwardingon before she reconceals her phone. <br><br>"If they're basically big single cell things. Hack and slash won't cut it. May need something a bit more oomphy!" she ponders and pats where she has her lasso hooked at her hips.<br />
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:'''{{#var:39|Faith Lehane (39)}} has posed:'''<br>Faith Lehane grins and nods to Cassie. "Totally! Hmm but I'd like to meet this Aphrodite chick.." she smirks thoughtfully before turning to Arthur. "Don't worry , I'm pretty useless when it comes to brandy buts of the operation too..But we could sure use your help in taking down those vamps..They're stronger than your average vamp and shatter too..Some of them even know magic!"<br><br>She watches as Harry reinforces the barrier even more, nodding to Traci with a frown.<br><br>"Soo basically you just bought us time for us to seige that place an get that time back before they summon more big uglies if they haven't already.." she frowns.<br><br>"Guess we gotta move quickly then.."<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>Arthur pulls out his own phone, doing a few snap shots as well. He is careful about it, too.<br><br>A look is given towards Faith, "Shatter? Sounds interesting. Just let me know when. I do have the whole 'knight' thing going on, so at least I can help in that way."<br><br>He pockets his phone inside his jacket. Yep. No losing the phone in a fight. That would be bad!<br><br>Looking over at Cassie has a bit of a quirked eyebrow, "Oh? I did not expect anyone in America to know about it that much. Do you know of any that are versed in it? My only contacts with others is back in Japan, and well... long way to go just to see if I have progressed any in my skills or to make sure they are not getting rusty."<br />
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:'''{{#var:1005|Traci 13 (1005)}} has posed:'''<br>Traci 13 shakes her head, "If there's more of whatever these creatures are around, we're definitely in trouble," she says. "I mean, at least some. We'll win and everything, we rock, we're the good guys, but, y'know, some parts of it are definitely gonna suck," she sighs.<br><br>"I'll see if there's anything about this stuff in my dad's old research. He has a lot of glyph archives," she says with a sigh. "All of it still just old fashioned paper. Not even a simple database. Gross."<br><br>"So a witch and a knight and a wizard and a slayer...I'm starting to feel shades of fairy tale. And I do not fuck with fairies, okay, they are tricksy and shady."<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> Looking to Faith, Harry mutters,"We need to find those vampires and get that book back. Too much of a coincidence. I need to do some scrying and see if it will shake them out." <br><br> He takes a business card from his coat pocket and offers it to Traci,"Come by if you want to help and if you can tolerate being ogled by a spiritus intellectus pervert that is only kept because of his magical knowledge value." <br><br> He looks at the glyph again and opens his third eye to study it. Closing it once more he grunts,"I don't see anything that we can do other than come back and check on the shields until we have the book back from the vampires." <br />
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:'''{{#var:976|Cassie Sandsmark (976)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well if we're not fighting now, just say when and I can come back loaded for demon bear." Those things exist. Though Cassie thinks she last saw one roaming around the woods in Westchester. <br><br>Arthur gets a grin. "All the high end martial artists I've heard of are all New York based these days. Fastest way to get their attentions is probably just go kicking the local tongs about. The escalations will do the trick." she suggests with a chuckle. "Or you get stabbed by ninja." she adds pointing out the danger of the plan. <br><br>"So we're watching and chilling." she says with a shrug. There's always another fight around the corner.<br />
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:'''{{#var:39|Faith Lehane (39)}} has posed:'''<br>Faith Lehane yawns and stretches. "Well dang, I mean, so those two monsters we fought before were being used to seal something even worse from coming though? I don't cb like the sound if it.."<br><br>She glances at the others and smirks, "Heh, you ain't seen nothing yet, wait til you need the others. come find us at the Magic box. We should regroup tomorrow night, see if we can find any books o what we're up against them form a plan of action before taking on those vamps. Although setting fire to their stronghold ain't a bad idea either..Til then, I need a drink, think I'll head to the blue lady, catch y'all later!"<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16106/It%27s_Only_the_End_of_the_World&diff=33187&oldid=016106/It's Only the End of the World2024-03-26T21:50:51Z<p>What began as Rogue drowning her sorrows turns into an informal business meeting, and a threat of ass kicking.</p>
<a href="https://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16106/It%27s_Only_the_End_of_the_World&diff=33187">Show changes</a>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16107/Been_a_While,_Hasn%27t_It&diff=33186&oldid=016107/Been a While, Hasn't It2024-03-26T21:50:04Z<p>Lois and Clark reconnect a little bit in Paris.</p>
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:'''<br> Seven-thirty PM, Metropolis. It's time for Lois to get out of work. Finally. Thankfully. A long day. Superman sightings plague the TV here, and there. It explains why Clark is out of the office and isn't answering his phone. By Seven Forty-five home is almost in sight for Lois as she walks. Step. Step. WHOOOSH. <br><br> Everything hits her like a rollercoaster when it takes the first big rush. The sensation comes with familiarity. An action done in the past, countless times, but hadn't really happened lately. And then there's the security of Clark's arms. <br><br> "You've had a long day. Let me worry about dinner, okay?" He gives her a soft smile. Although, Lois's heels may be casualties of this act. They're not the first pair to go missing. <br><br> It takes a good thirty minutes, but Lois can see where they're going eventually. The Eiffel Tower is coming into view. <br><br> Taking them to a nice spot very high up, there is already some blankets waiting, a few artificial lights waiting that look like part of the tower. Once Lois is down, he smiles, "Wait." And this time he can go faster so the wait is only five minutes. Clark sets down four hot dogs. Two with Ketchup, extra mustard, Relish, and Cheese. The other two extra ketchup, chili, cheese, and onion. <br><br> "You've been doing a lot to show you've changed. That you're trying hard, maybe it's time I try, too." Clark says softly and Lois can see Clark there in just a pair of jeans, some shoes and a simple shirt. No glasses, so there's no sleuthing. And no giant 'S' so pending an alien invasion, no Superman either. Just them. <br><br> "It's over two-am here. We just have the place to ourselves," the view is gorgeous, but is is late hence the blankets. To them it feels like fall. "I figured anyone can do a picnic. And you're not just anyone. So, this is me trying."<br />
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:'''{{#var:256|Lois Lane (256)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lois is lucky she hadn't pulled her phone out in that moment. She was about to look at her messages. And then she's swept away. It's always a mystery where that lovely mind of Clark's will sweep her off to. It has been a while, though. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I would like that," she replies softly. Her heels are lost almost immediately. She doesn't complain. Instead she closes her eyes and snuggles into his arms. "This is nice," she says gently. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It is new for her to actually sleep in his arms, but it was a long day, and the feeling of wind and the warmth of his embrace gets her to relax. She does open her eyes from time to time, and wakes up fully before they reach land. This way she can see Paris come into view. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;While Clark gets food, she is investigating. She recalls being here once before. She recalls the elevator cable breaking and all the emergency brakes failing. She much prefers where she stands now. By the time Clark returns, she is settled and curled up in some of the blankets as she stretches her legs out. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh wow," is her reaction to the hot dogs. She is smiling and looking strangely shy when Clark mentions how she's been working. But when he mentions it is his turn she looks at him intently. "Come sit with me, Smallville." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She has said that nickname so many times and in so many ways. Never has she said it this tenderly. Her violet eyes remain locked on Clark's face. <br />
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:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:'''<br> Clark sits next to her. A smile pulls at his lips as he listens to her. "I'm sitting, Metropolis. How are you?" he asks looking at her. His sky blue eyes looking back at Lois. <br><br> "How are you?" he asks letting her catch up. Although the tenderness to Lois's words is not lost. Still, he will nuzzle close. "I figured dinner and a night on the town. I just didn't say which town," Clark grins and he is happy she felt comfortable enough to sleep here. And to trust him so high up. "What are you thinking?" <br><br> Some lights twinkle in the sky. The lights of city spreading across the area. But there's a little silent for Paris. Not quite the city that never sleeps, but it's sleeping with one eye open.<br />
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:'''{{#var:256|Lois Lane (256)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'm doing much better, now," Lois replies quietly. "It has been a long week. It's not so unusual, though. A lot of the normal. Perry seems to be getting accustomed to me setting boundaries." She laughs softly. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Thankfully I'm still doing well enough at the job." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She pauses at the question about what is going on in her mind though! Lois grins at Clark, "I'm thinking about family, I suppose. And for a chance, I'm not thinking about work assignments. You know it is actually a relief, Clark. I feel free and everything is better because of it. Who knew that working fewer hours would actually make me better at my job?" <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her gaze studies the city around them, then tips up to study the stars. "It's so beautiful here. More lovely at night than it is during the day." <br />
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:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:'''<br> "Why family?" he asks her. His gaze goin gto her and then he grabs a hot dog. "This is why everyone has been telling you to take a vacation. You're amazing, we were all worried you'd work yourself into the ground," he takes the first bit of his meal. then looking back up at the sky, "It is. You make it better, but it is still pretty beautiful," he says after swalloing said bite. <br><br> "I'm just happy we're talking. I hated when we didn't," Clark begins to open up a little. "And this isn't me chiding. I'm just saying, I like where we are now compared to months ago."<br />
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:'''{{#var:256|Lois Lane (256)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh, just that I feel healthier, I suppose." She looks at him, then takes a bite. She does not speak with her mouth full, thankfully. That /was/ a habit of hers from the early days. Not her most attractive trait. "We feel healthier. I feel as ready as I will ever be, Clark. You know, I almost got caught looking at baby clothes! Could you imagine the rumors?" She laughs softly at herself. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'm happy we are talking, too. I wonder, now. Was I just too scared? What I do was starting to become all I was. It was quite close to swallowing me whole. And now I realize I can be whatever I want to be." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She leans over to kiss Clark on the cheek. "Including a wife and a mother." There's a laugh and she sighs, "It's hard to imagine sometimes. I mean just the idea of me pushing a stroller around is hard to quite picture." <br />
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:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:'''<br> "You seem mentally healthier," and then he takes a bite of his own hot dog. And Clark just listens to her go on about baby clothing. "Yes. They would wonder a lot about me," he says knowing Clark and Lois do not keep their wedding a secret really. They may not flash it every day, every second, but they're far from secretive. Clark likes to them of them as selectively reserved. They won't always gloat, and they'll try not to, but they're only human (relatively speaking). <br><br> "I think you just needed to figure out a few htings and now you have," Clark says softly offering his two sents. He's not sure the "what" of those questions. All he knows is that Lois seems to have found it. <br><br> A small blush comes to his face as she kisses his cheek. <br><br> "You'd be a Mama Bear and one of those coaching Soccer Moms yelling about bad calls," he could see her taking an interest in child activities. "I think you would tell them when they need improving, but on the flip side call out the bad stuff against refs, too."<br />
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:'''{{#var:256|Lois Lane (256)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lois nods at the mention of mental health. "I feel that way." She looks at the sky and continues eating. She has a lot to think about, really, but whatever it is, it seems that she's happy about it. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It's funny how I can now actually be at home all day Saturday. Never leave. And just.. be okay with that," she says suddenly. "Me, Clark. At home. Not going out. Even if you are off stopping trains, catching planes, all of it. I can't imagine how that can be the case." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She is laughing at herself more fully, now. "Oh, no! I don't want to be that mom! Everyone will say how horrible I am!" When has that ever stopped her? "I'd probably investigate the refs and find out they are taking cookie bribes." <br />
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:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:'''<br> Taking another bite of the hot dog of his own, he nods a bit. Clark has extra ketchup on a lot of his things. A trait gained from Martha Kent due to how she loves Beef Stroganav. His sky blue eyes slip back to Lois here and there. "You can go out on a Saturday and be a person. The story doesn't always have to follow you home," Clark pictures this may have been -kind of- like how Alfred talks to Bruce about actually enjoying life. <br><br> "Those girl scouts have their ways, Metropolis," Clark goes with the joke and he flashes a grin. "You may even become a dealer one day. Living to see yourself become what you hate," he chuckles and takes another bite.<br />
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:'''{{#var:256|Lois Lane (256)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lois grins. "And so can you! Well, sometimes. When the world isn't about to end, anyway," she replies. There is a little difference between stories and what Clark gets up to with that cape on, after all. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh yeah, they sure do. And if I'm selling those things I'll make everyone in the office buy at least five boxes. Especially everyone who has weaseled me with the siren's call of those thin mints." She keeps up a good pace of eating. One dog down. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"And you are right. I'll probably be that mom. I'm way too prone to being a pain in the butt. I can't help myself sometimes." A pause. "Okay almost all the time. But I have not gotten into a serious problem in the past two weeks." She hesitates. "That.. that mugger last weekend doesn't count. That wasn't my fault." <br />
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:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:'''<br> "I've been living lately. Well, trying to. I know it's harder for both of us more than others," but Clark has been trying. Part of the reason he went out to places like Big Belly Burger is to enjoy life. Well, try to enjoy life. <br><br> "And don't forget about the other fundraisers," Clark is almost afraid of how Lois will be in the office. He can see it now, her practically cornering people. Although, that could work against her, too. <br><br> Taking the last bite of the first he smiles to Lois's admittance. A look goes toward her as she talks about problems, "We both know that's a lie, Lane," Lois often tries to poke trouble with a stick. Sometimes literally! "I'm sure you went into troubles that I didn't see," that's doubtful. Still, Clark knows Lois will always be a little bit of a daredevil. That's in her blood.<br />
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:'''{{#var:256|Lois Lane (256)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Fundraisers..." She is staring off and her eyes narrow. "Oh I'm going to get them all to donate, Clark. Especially Patty down in accounting who only comes up when she wants me to buy something for her daughter's cheerleading." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lois shakes her head and smiles. "I... really have a lot of animus about that, don't I?" She turns her attention more fully to Clark. "And what about you? Are you going to be the football coach for the kid if it happens to work out that way? Always having to sneak off for one reason or another, of course." She has a cheshire cat's grin. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"And hey! That's not fair. The mugger part, I mean. He didn't have to pull out a gun just because I hit him with that brick. And if he didn't want that he shouldn't have tried mugging those young girls." <br />
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:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:'''<br> Oh. Clark thinks he touched a nerve. Oh, that's not his intention for tongiht. Takning a big bite of the hot dog, Clark tries to think. of a good way to back out. "You do," he says softly looking back to Lois for a moment. "You do have a bit of a bone to pick with that," Clark admits. Yes, he knows most people hate it when Patty visits. Still, he doesn't expect Lois to harbor feelings-that- strong. So, he really thinks about it. <br><br> A second later Lois throws a curveblal question. "I hadn't thought of it. I wasn't allowed to do that stuff growing up. I could have really hurt someone. So, I stuck to the sidelines," he admits. Clark knows that a bad situation could have brought a lot of unwanted attention real quick. <br><br> Clark just gives Lois a look when she talks about the mugger. It just reads, "Really?" without saying the word. The gaze just stays on her for a few more moments before his attention turns to his hot dog.<br />
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:'''{{#var:256|Lois Lane (256)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lois laughs softly. "I am good at hiding frustration, Clark," she explains. Re: Patty, that is. But she moves on fast enough. "Oh well, her kid is really sweet. I actually met her last week." Add that to the confusing formula! <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She knows Clark is giving her that look. She knows he is. Still, she doesn't crack under this silent interrogation. Instead, she pauses in her eat, waits for him to not have his mouth full, and crawls into his lap. This is how Lois wins. By cheating. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Sorry, just getting a bit chilly." She is lying and since it is obvious as can be, she's clearly not trying very hard. <br />
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:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:'''<br> Clark just watches as Lois cheats by snuggling. He holds her close and just nods. "Mmmmhmmm," he says. His sky blue eyes watch her as she is snuggling against him. He holds her close. "I hope you enjoyed dinner," he whispers softly just letting go of that arguement for nwo. He holds her close to him, just savoring the moment.<br />
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:'''{{#var:256|Lois Lane (256)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lois knows she was going to lose that argument, anyway! Rather than have that sour the mood, she is cuddling up. But she will at least say, "You are right. And I did enjoy it very much. It is just what I needed." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Clark is almost always right, so it isn't a terribly shocking admission. She's just not interesting in dwelling on it. What she is interested in is having those arms of his wrapped around her. And once she gets that, she's content. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Thank you so much for this, Clark." She waits just a moment, "I love you, you know. Truly. I don't want to say the words and just... let them be. That you took the time to set this up for us, to sweep me away like this, it all means so much to me. I'm the luckiest woman in the world, because I get to come home to you." <br />
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:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:'''<br> Clark just holds Lois closer to him. He rubs at her back slowly and then whispers back, "You've been showing me that. I wanted to show you that in return. That's why we're here," he gives a soft smile and he will stroke at her back just enjoying the moment with her. "I'm just as lucky, Lois. Trust me, I am," he says softly just happy to be content int his moment.<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16108/Dinner_without_random_interruptions&diff=33185&oldid=016108/Dinner without random interruptions2024-03-26T21:49:18Z<p>Sam and Angelica have dinner and watch a movie.</p>
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> Angelica invited Sam to come by. She makes dinner this time as he did last time. She calls his family and gets some of his favorites and the how to make them. Will she do his momma proud? Maybe. Maybe not. <br><br> She tells him the door is open and just come in. When he arrives she is in the kitchen making dinner dressed in vintage jeans and black t-shirt. Barefoot. <br />
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:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:'''<br>Samuel Guthrie has brought flowers and wine. It is always good to bring gifts when your having dinner at a friends place. He hangs his jacket up calling out "Hey where you at?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> She stands up from getting a bowl. The kitchen area is right inside the door, but the pesky counter island. She looks at him and smirks,"Right here." she replies. A wink and then back to cooking. <br />
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:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:'''<br>Samuel Guthrie smiles a bit and says "Well hey there," He walks around the counter and sniffs the air "Something smells good anything I can do to help?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> A soft chuckle and she replies,"Make sure I don't mess up one of your mother's recipes. The girls said you love all this stuff. I figured if I am cooking I might as well make something you like, not thinking that making something you mom might have made isn't real smart." <br />
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:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:'''<br>Samuel Guthrie offers a grin and says "Hey, Ah am sure you will do alright." He will look over things and says "Looks good so far."<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> "Yeah. Well I hope so." she replies and hands him a plate and silver ware. She nods to the food and tells him,"It's as ready as it will ever be. Take your life into your own hands." she teases lightly. <br />
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:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:'''<br>Samuel Guthrie smiles as she has made fried chicken, tatersalad, and biscuits. "It looks really good." He grins and says "Where we eating tonight?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> "If you want we can eat in the living room. There are TV trays and the like. We can watch some movie and talk. That or we can eat in the dining room and just talk. Since we're such social butterflies I am sure that would be interesting. <br />
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:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:'''<br>Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Well lets try the dining room, we can always move if you find me too boring." He offers her a grin and will sit his food down on the table, but does pull out her chair for her, before sitting himself<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> Once everything is situated, Angelica goes to sit down. Not sure if the wine is for the meal or dessert, she leaves that to his discretion. She has the typical water, tea, and Pepsi for drinking otherwise,"Oh if I found you too boring you wouldn't have been invited." she replies and settles into the chair with a,"Thank you." <br />
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:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:'''<br>Samuel Guthrie has tea with the meal, if your going for old home type this is the most likely. "So, what have you been up to lately?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> She takes tea with her goodies too. She makes sure everything looks ok and they both have what they want. After that she takes up her fork and she hmms,"College mostly. I spoke with Spidey last night and did my monthly Watchtower duty after that." <br />
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:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:'''<br>Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "I still want to make it up there sometime. How is your classes going pretty good?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> "I will talk with Diana and see if I can bring you. Probably you don't want to be up there when Batman is. He is like military about things." she explains,"Of course there are camera's everywhere and I swear he is too. College is good. Classes are there." <br />
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:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:'''<br>Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Well, Ah have had to deal with Cable, so Ah know a bit about military types." He says "Tastes good." He says trying the food<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> She takes a bite of her chicken and starts chewing thoughtfully. She nods and replies,"Emma was never military. It was something...else." she explains,"Alpha Flight and company weren't overly militarily minded, but maybe a little." <br />
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:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:'''<br>Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "The proff and Magneto were both interesting, but Ah honestly belive having the three different ones helped me learn more about how to help people.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br>"Never close your mind to a way to solve a problem." she offers with a shrug. Another bite of chicken and she frowns thoughtfully, judging the flavor more this time,"There is no one way to do things. Xavier's dream is probably the best we could ask for, but it doesn't always see things needed. Magneto is wrong most of the time, but if he was all wrong, who would follow him? I don't care how charismatic he is." <br />
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:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:'''<br>Samuel Guthrie nods and says "He at times can see the way the professor does, the sad thing most people don't really realize is that honestly his path is most often somewhat taken from fear. Not fear for himself but for us."<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> "Sometimes I wonder if some childhood trauma messed with his psyche or something. I don't know. Nothing like the legendary son of Xavier, but maybe he's a little broken inside. He does seem to be less concerned about himself and yet ready to be placed on a throne. <br>%<br />
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:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:'''<br>Samuel Guthrie nods his head a bit to this and says "When he is on the right side of things he is a good man, but when he lets his thoughts go to the extreme, well it is the extreme." He eats a bit of his food, and says "And then Cable, he is the whole military commando group type."<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> "As I hear it, Cable has his own extremes. I think someone said it had something to do with him being a man out of time or something." she replies,"Magneto. It is hard to see him without thinking of the times I have faced off against him, like with Spidey and Bobby." <br />
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:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:'''<br>Samuel Guthrie nods his head a bit to this and says "Ah can understand, it is like Ah have a hard time thinking of Emma trying to help, even after teaching Paige."<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> She nods,"Oh yes. The idea of Emma being on the side of angels makes me twitch." she agrees,"We've buried the proverbial hatchet, but the handle is still sticking out I fear. I don't care to fight her, but I don't know if she holds the same honestly or not. Time will tell." <br />
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:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:'''<br>Samuel Guthrie nods in agreement, and says "Well lets hope so, heck at one point I would never have thought Jimmy would be on our side of things.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> "At one point I wasn't on your side either." she reminds him and takes a drink,"Just like Jimmy. Hellions. The old days." Note there wasn't a mention of the 'good' old days. <br />
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:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:'''<br>Samuel Guthrie nods and says "Well, Ah might be a bit biased, as thought of ya more as the hot girl than someone Ah was trying to fight."<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> She shakes her head and sighs,"You're hopeless Guthrie." she takes a bite from the sides and considers,"At least you didn't say the hot girl you were hoping to get between the sheets." The younger Angelica might not talk so bold, but things change and they have known each other a good long time. <br />
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:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:'''<br>Samuel Guthrie smirks a bit and says "Na, that sounds a lot more Berto than me, well more how he might be thinking not that he would admit it."<br />
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:'''{{#var:1014|Firestar (1014)}} has posed:'''<br> She shakes her head and sighs,"My two knights." She winks and they finish a meal together. After that they can go to the living room and watch something funny or something sappy. No horror thanks. She's dealt with some of that recently and maybe she tells him a little about that. Maybe not. <br><br> When the night grinds on, she gives him the option to sleep there. She makes up the couch and then goes to her room to study for a while before sleeping herself.<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16109/Tale_of_the_unexpected&diff=33184&oldid=016109/Tale of the unexpected2024-03-26T21:48:18Z<p>Raphael paid a visit to Sinister during Lux 'busy time' - not every night can be all socializing with the masses after all. Things were discussed.</p>
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|Date of Scene=2024/03/08<br />
|Location=Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville<br />
|Synopsis=Raphael paid a visit to Sinister during Lux 'busy time' - not every night can be all socializing with the masses after all. Things were discussed.<br />
|Cast of Characters=231, 9039<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>It is a weeknight, but it is also the precursor to the weekend rush in the club and the hour is definitely late. Schmoozing and carouselling is no doubt being done down below -- once that was a very different thing to say, when the flames licked high, or the ice was so bone-chilling that no warmth could ever be found. Carouselling 'down below' was definitely different, once upon a time. <br><br>The penthouse is quiet. No music is playing, the lights are all off and the great floor to ceiling windows have no tint to them to keep out the light -- but the ceiling is covered in stars. They shift periodically, some areas drawing nearer, others further away as Sinister lies on his back, on the floor, gazing upward.<br><br>Maybe he's considering the approach of future impending doom and a schmoozing of a different kind, but the sky responds to his will, much as the physical foment of life is his lego set. When you actually think about his capabilities, not his abilities, it can be quite frightening to consider.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>With the lack of music it should be easy to hear any visitors coming up the penthouse elevator but right now that is still silent. But then over to the breakfast nook area, there's the rustle of feathers. Amongst the starlight, there's the dark shape of a winged figure standing. <br><br>The form is quiet for a few moments but judging from the positioning, they are looking to the floor set doctor. But there's no rush over nor insults thrown. <br><br>So at least Michael is ruled out.<br><br>"...Long day?" The voice of Raphael inquires.<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>There's a slight brightening of the ambient light, mostly because the moon arrived in the 'sky', off ot the side, muted and serene. The half moon, so the glow is caught half way between the 'seeing moon' and the 'hunting moon' -- between the light and the shadow. <br><br>Sinister doesn't move, but there is the sound of breath intaken, a slight shift in fabric against the floor that suggests he looked, possibly upside down, at the visitor. <br><br>"Days are always long. Nights, also -- I rarely sleep. Mostly, in the shadow I think about things and sort out the day." A pause "Good evening, Raphael."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Hearing the answer from the doctor, there's a nod given. "I can understand. Sleep isn't a necessity for some. But overall, I still advocate for it." <br><br>The angel pauses, considering the lying man. "And good evening, Nathaniel." A hand lifts, gesturing to a space of the floor beside the prone form. The wing on that side shifts, accentuating the gesture. "May I join you?" Raphael asks.<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"If you wish. THere's plenty of room and it's nice and cool. I turned off the heated flooring -- I'll turn it back on later, when Lucifer's back up here. If you came to speak to him, he's hosting something business oriented as far as I know. Lots of wallstreet bigwigs with no moral conscience."<br><br>Sinister's words end there, a kind of companionable silence reigning for a few at least. Distant nebulas play their colours, as if viewed through a telescope, or perhaps they ARE being viewed that way, borrowed from international data. Who knows? <br><br>"THe dark is a great equalizer, don't you think? I mean, in the dark, we're all the same."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>To the acceptance of the company, there's a shift to the light as Raphael's movement blocks the respective bits of starlight. Glancing down, he turns so that he's looking to Sin right side up. <br><br>Tilting forward, the wings curl in as he seats himself. <br><br> Raphael glances up to the view. <br><br>"Sounds like a general charity fundraiser." Raphael comments. "Some have the right intent. But others are more focused on how they look rather than the cause itself."<br><br>There's a soft chuckle, seemingly betraying the attempt for humor before he becomes quiet once again.<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"Astute," which somehow translates in one word, to 'you could compare that to a lot of situations and I'm not sure if that was a scold on you, or on me' -- it's all in the tone, dontchaknow. <br><br>Maybe Raphael will feel a very slight brush against one or two of his primaries as he settles, a hidden, closeted appreciation of the colours he cannot see and the representation of what they -are-. To him, at least. <br><br>"The whole of the cosmos, started on a great cataclysmic moment of agitation. Everything possible that can be possible, under the stars... but a whole lot of nothing in between, that cannot be measured except by its absence. Quantum's a very interesting school. I've been trying to think of a way to actually -view- subspace, but the laws of physics keep getting in the way."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Raphael looks down at Sinister a brow raising to the tone used. But nothing is said of the response. Instead he watches the star lights moving across the ceiling. The touch of the feathers causes for him to glance back to Sinister for a moment. The wings relax, one seemingly forming a slight tent over Sinister with the head still on the outside. <br><br>Raphael turns his glance back up to the ceiling. "That... I can not help with. But I am curious to when you'll achieve that."<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>Well, isn't it sometimes all about the look of the thing? righteous indignation and standing proud. Pride as they say, comes before a fall and at least the one has it in spades. The other is a tad more humble about things. <br><br>The shadow of wings is an odd comfort and maybe empathy and good bedside manner will tell that it's soothing and calming to have it there. A canopy of significance.<br><br>In the dark, Sinister's eyes begin to glow more, the fire inside 'switched on' so to speak. It limnes his cheekbones and brow ridges in hellish glow, but also makes his features easier to see. He's looking up at the sky's illusion, but also at the seated archangel. <br><br>"I don't know that I shall. Not that I like to admit this, but some things are beyond me. Mathematically, you kind of have to appreciate what isn't there, by the balancing number that solves various equasions. Known quantities, like the gravitational pull of a certain planetary well. I've been able to track ... the absence that way, in following the trajectory of something I can't actually track. It's paradoxical. I think H.P. Lovecraft may have been right that certain areas of the known universe might drive you mad, if you could perceive it."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>"True, you don't know that you will." Raphael allows, "But you also don't know that you won't. Supposing the asteroid issue gets settled, you have much more time than most."<br><br>The cast off light of the eyes diffused by Sinister's skin ends up having a side effect of providing more illumination on the Angel. It is apparent that he's not frowning, which is likely a good sign. But he's not smiling either. His glance seems more fixated upon the stars. "Generally to achieve something of importance, sacrifices are made and often by the one doing the achieving. Sometimes it's as simple as time and money. Other times, it's a greater cost."<br><br>There is a pregnant pause. It lingers, becoming full term before Raphael opens his mouth once more. "Do you wish to speak of the last visit?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>Absence is sometimes telling, as this conversation infers. But facial expressions can't usually be calculated by the laws of physics, because objectivity and subjectivity don't go hand in hand.<br><br>"I'm not entirely sure that there's anything much to say, Raphael. Your position is plain -- and believe it or not, I do get your point, though it's... arguable. And also easier, when viewed from the perspective of one that is by and large -instructed- not to interfere." Sinister sighs, then grimaces, clearly visible. "Apparently, there was more to say than I anticipated."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>"Hmm." Raphael shakes his head. "I may have gotten a bit...upset with one of your comments, which led to some words spoken I was not planning on." He pauses, "I did not mean to upset you. But... it's less instructing you not to interfere...I am aware of your help in matters. It is welcomed from my viewpoint. But. Instead of stepping back or passing the baton-"<br><br>Raphael pauses, "Is that a phrase? Something gets passed. Well. There will be times where your approach works but, there will be times what Leonard was trying to warn you about will be more suitable." <br><br>The wing shifts slightly, brushing the floor for a moment as Raphael straightens his posture. "...Although I suspect you've already gotten a taste of it."<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"Yes, well. You know, I didn't have to take any interest at all..." it's not petulantly spoken, but it's given with a punctuating sigh. THe archangel's gazed at still, 'right way up' as he is, sitting kiddy corner to the geneticist. <br><br>"It's a power that has mirrors, the gift of the phantasm. But I don't purport to understand mysticism as a force nearly as well as I do the expression of physical mutation. Where he will sometimes go, I know I cannot follow. Nor would I particularly want to."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>"I am aware." Raphael replies, frown deepening. "You pointed that out last time..." The body shifts, wings shifting back slightly as Raphael sets the palms of his hands against the floor. Lips part, but close after a few moments before he glances back to the ceiling. "Reflections." He offers up. "The state of mind...the mood..." He pauses. "It is an odd gift that clan has. But, there is some overlap. The state of the mind is an important thing. Which may have been a factor in why Leonard opted to delay his involvement beyond what was immediately necessary. But...to get the full story, one would have to listen for understanding instead of for replying."<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>THe illumination of Sin's eyesocket stretches slightly, indicative of an eyebrow raise in the dark, beneath the sea of stars, illusory as they might be. "I shouldn't be surprised, I feel..." and doesn't sound it either. He rolls himself to his elbows, then brings himself further into a seated position, in the twilight of the half-moon holoimage up above. With a greater silouette, it's obvious that he's simply got a tank top and sweat pants on, which when the doctor is more visible, leaves very little to the imagination regarding physique.<br><br>No real surprise that Sinister is Built &lt;tm&gt; that might even be quite literally. Arms get slung around his knees, ankles crossing as he watches Raphael keenly and now... silently.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>As Sinister rolls around, Raphael's wings lift, cautiously folding away. Then the wings are just, gone. There's a long pause as Raphael looks to the quiet Sinister. Does some conversational math and sighs. "I meant, you would have to have an actual conversation with Leonard himself to know what he's thinking."<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>There's a continuation of silently looking at the Archangel in the room. At length, after he's apparently viewed Raphael from the left eye over his cheekbone and then the right. "Raphael, he makes my hackles raise. All the way up raise. It would take quite a bit for me to give enough of a shit to -do- that. I do /not/ like him, at all." <br><br>The tone is matter of fact and blunt. <br><br>"And he's not been the most endearing. Then again, I suppose neither have I, but I didn't -start- that way."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>"... I am aware you do not like him." Raphael acknowledges. "And I'm aware that it would be difficult." The angel taps fingers along the floor, "Have you ever had to work with another doctor who you disliked greatly in order to accomplish a goal?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>Sinister gives another sidelong look, right eye again this time, and shakes his head to accompany it. "I was a student once, but I suppose I was always somewhat alone in my studies, then in my practice, fundamentally because everyone thought I was off my rocker, Raphael. I've spent two hundred years doing all my work alone."<br><br>And yet, still.<br><br>"I've had to work with people that I've summarily despised, but I've had reasons to ignore it. Selfish ones, I suspect."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Raphael nods. "And comparing the one you just thought of and Leonard. Which one is worse?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"You don't want me answering that question, Raphael" Sinister cracks his neck and rises, moving over to the refrigerator and pulling out orange juice. He pours two glasses, the light briefly illuminating porcelain pale shoulders then the light is extinguished once more as he heads to the drinks cabinet.<br><br>Cointreau, galliano and a splash of grenadine and the cocktail is set on the ground nearby the archangel. He walks to the windows and stares out at the world with his own in hand.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Raphael looks to the drink set beside him. "Thank you." He picks it up, watching as Sin walks over to the window. He sips the drink, pulling it away to look to it in the dim light. "Perhaps, it is a fools errand to try and get you two to get along. It seems like we traded one feud with another. But- if Lucifer and Michael could set things aside- Maybe it'll happen for you two. Just-not right this second."<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"You're welcome. It's called a Harvey Wallbanger..." Sinister says in an absent kind of tone, perhaps watching infinity in his own reflection, but most likely looking out over the city in silence, from so high above. <br><br>There's quiet for a good while.<br><br>"Remember Lucifer's just giving Michael a shot at not being a total arse. He's still got to do the legwork. I'm just done with that -- I have no reason not to be." A pause "And before you say anything -- Nick will exist with or without my teaching him anything."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>The glass is brought over to his lips once again, taking another sip. The quiet is left intact by Raphael, leaving Sinister to be the first to break it. Eyes close as he sips the drink again. The drink is finished, leaving the angel to move to his feet, walking towards the kitchen area to deposit his glass. <br><br>"For them, that is setting things aside." Raphael responds, "I will continue to hope."<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"I beg your pardon?" Because that didn't make much sense to Essex and he looks over at Raphael with his brow arched once again. <br><br>"They're rather good, are Wallbangers. I forget when they got invented, but they're quite refreshing." The patio door is cracked open a little and cigarettes are floated over, one lit with a match.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Raphael tilts his head, resting his hands upon the counter. "Pardon for what?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"Oh, apparently that was very English of me." Sinister smiles faintly and gestures with his cigarette toward Raphael. "I don't follow what you meant, by 'For them, that is setting things aside.'" He explains.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>"Oh." Raphael nods. "You've seen how they normally interact. Voices raised, insults thrown, and one generally leaves in a fury. But with a shared goal. They're willing to try and cooperate. Do I expect for them to get through things without a squabble here and there? No. BUT. They're trying. That's new."<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"Ooooh! Oh, the twins. Now I see. I wasn't sure which words you had been responding to, so it appeared mildly as a nonsequitur," Sin muses on Michael and Lucifer, the interactions and lack thereof that have occured whilst he's known this situation. "I dare say biblical studies and prophecy haven't really done either of them much good in the trust department, either. What with the end of days and the battle between brothers and all." <br><br>Which one could argue is down to insult slinging and occasional punches, but there COULD be gargantuan flaming swords and the gates of hell flying open wide. You know. Small mercies.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well, if prophecy were taken as absolute truth there'd likely be less focus on asteroid stopping and more focus on drinking right now."<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well, I don't hold much with that kind of thing anyway, I'm a purponent of my own destiny. But that doesn't mean it isn't also a good idea. Drinking sometimes is exactly what you want to do -- mind... I prefer the notion of things -not- ending in a cosmic entity having a bad day at me." Sinister flicks ash to the wind, drags again at his cigarette. <br><br>"Sucks to not be able to get drunk, I suppose. Lucifer's got an occasional way around it."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>"Hmm... Well, I can not guarantee you won't see one having a bad day again. That is the consequences of choosing to hang out....backstage as it were." Raphael moves back from the counter, "I think I should get going. Other obligations to tend to today. But you know how to reach me."<br><br>With that, Sin finds himself the only one in the penthouse again.<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16112/Along_the_Bronze_Came_A_Giant&diff=33183&oldid=016112/Along the Bronze Came A Giant2024-03-26T21:47:36Z<p>While at the Bronze, Arthur and Kimberly are treated to the arrival of Cain Marko looking for someone in Sunnydale. Fortunately for them it's a peaceful encounter!</p>
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|Date of Scene=2024/03/09<br />
|Location=The Bronze, Sunnydale<br />
|Synopsis=While at the Bronze, Arthur and Kimberly are treated to the arrival of Cain Marko looking for someone in Sunnydale. Fortunately for them it's a peaceful encounter!<br />
|Cast of Characters=10464, 322, 282<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>It's the weekend! Party time for high schoolers, college students, and generally anyone that does the 9-to-5 job scene. A live band had been pulled out to perform and it was just flat out a nice time in the Bronze tonight.<br><br>It being a hit spot for college students meant that an online course taker had to check it out. Even if it was far from his usual type of scene to go to, Arthur King was at least enjoying the atmosphere.<br><br>The young man was just drifting about the club and people watching. A drink was in hand, he had no problems tonight. Nothing weird, strange, or such happening that he knew of. And he was just set to enjoy himself as much as he could. That and someone had told him to come by this place.<br><br>He was dressed super casual. Black t-shirt that fit him perfectly, a snazzy overshirt, jeans, and tennis shoes. Nothing really to stand out other than he came in alone and has been doing the drifting around the club bit for a while.<br />
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:'''{{#var:322|Kimberly (322)}} has posed:'''<br> A weekend, no comps, no monster attacks (yet) and...well, all her friends were busy. No Trini, no Faith free to hang out while she was in town...she'd have to entertain herself! The brunette moves her way forwards, through the door and wrapped in her black skirt trimmed in bright pink over her leggings and her jacket zipped up to protect her against the weather outside. <br><br> A nightclub on her own? Well, at least she could probably spend some time on the dancefloor, maybe have a small drink and just...be normal for a moment or two!<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>Normal is such a harsh word at times. Especially in this world and well... whatever is happening with Sunnydale.<br><br>Arthur happened to spy the brunette, but then realizes it's the wrong color that he is looking for. Giving a small sigh to himself, the young man shakes his head. Then shakes his drink as he realizes that it's empty. "Empty drink, empty answers, I guess."<br><br>He turns to head to the bar for undoubtedly another drink.<br><br>Sifting through the crowd is the easy part for him it seems. Not much different than other parties he has attended, just less black, white, and whatever color dresses are popular at the moment.<br />
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:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>A sudden stir makes its way through a portion of the crowd nearest to the entrance. A sort of disturbance usually associated by the sight of an influenver, or athlete or someone of some importance that has decided to 'grace' this area with their presence.<br><br>Perhaps 'grace' isn't the best word, however... for as the monstrously huge and hulking physique of Cain Marko makes his way into the area...it's puts in mind more the sight of an elephant wandering boredly into a herd of sheep.<br><br>Dark glasses hide his ice cold gaze as they survey the area. He wears dark jeans, brown heavy soled shoes, a sleeveless jacket bearing his colossal arms and a tee-shirt sporting the visage of Godzilla looming over a Tokyo skyline ....but it s his immensity that draws most eyes and bevvy of recordings for various reels, tiktoks and other such things. Seven feet and then some and looking as if he'd consumed the whole of the defensive line of a football team and then started to dine on the largest record breaking strongmen after that. The very sound of his muscles moving seems an audible thing of leather creaking as his sinew bunches and stretches his garments as he slowly prowls through the entrance, stopping for no one but not in any particular hurry either. <br><br>Needless to say, intimidation rolls off of him like a sleepy earthquake and though pictures are snapped - something urges folk to not linger to long or attempt to bar his passing. Not exactly...the normal client for a place like this.<br />
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:'''{{#var:322|Kimberly (322)}} has posed:'''<br> Kimberly's own position comes towards the bar, a little tilt of her head to the side as he own gaze comes to Arthur staring at her and she offers a polite smile, but she doesn't recognize him. Of course, there was -some- who might recognize Kimberly from her Olympic performances, but who really kept track of the Gymnastics team that closely? <br><br> Instead, she turns to look as the larger figure that was Cain suddenly made his arrival. Truth be told, for a moment the sight of the large shape out the corner of her eyes had her wondering if she was about to run into a monster attack...but no, it was seemingly just a really, really big guy. A mutant or meta maybe? She wouldn't judge. After all, 'all shapes and sizes' included impossibly large!<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>Arthur was not one who did. But he did give a polite smile back before he made his way to the bar. That there was some whispers and the like had him turning to look and just... blink a few times.<br><br>Mutant or meta, that was just incredible in size. Arthur was definitely looking at that by the time he reaches the bar. And he decides to at least be helpful as he waves the bartender over, then motions at the larger man before sliding a $20 over. A small shrug is given before he orders for himself as well.<br><br>Best way to avoid possible trouble? Get a drink for possible trouble maker. Usually works in some ways. Granted, there's no alcohol in the Bronze, but hey. Thought that counts!<br />
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:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>For his part, the immense man doens' t -seem- like he's out for trouble. Mutant or meta? Well anything's possible these days. From the looks of him he's a step beyond the 'do you lift bro' stage so regardless of the what, why and how..he's a bit of a record breaker in terms of measurements.<br><br>He doesn't seem particularly interested or invested in anyone just yet however, but his massive footfalls are taking him closer and closer to the bar. His vast shadow rolls over it like a rolling thunder cloud and he reaches into the depths of his jacket, bunching up boulder girthed biceps as he moves, and then withdraws from his jacket...a smart phone? It looks almost ridiculous considering the size of his hands. It's as big as one can be and yet still seems swamped over by his immense fingers. Despite that, with practiced ease he begins manipulating it..bringing up photos and then turning it towards the bartender as he nears.<br><br>"Seen her?" he rumbles, heavy bass voice practically shaking the glasses on the table as he looms overhead. The image is of a red headed young girl. Perhaps slighlty more thyen college age but completely plausible for this crowd and town. Perhaps an instructor or an assistant.<br><br>"N..no sir..." stammers the bartender. "..But the night is young. We get all types.. Um sir." <br><br>He glances at the giant, noting his own closely cut red hair in addition to his size but then seems to remember Arthur's instructions. "Oh yeah. You got someone buying you a drink. What'll it be?"<br><br>"Huh?" Cain frowns, pursing his lips and scrunching up his lightly bearded jaw before following the gestures of the bartender towards Arthur and beyond him to also see Kimberly. His brow furrows as he peers at him, eyes confused but the look hidden by his shades.<br />
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:'''{{#var:322|Kimberly (322)}} has posed:'''<br> A drink in hand (even if it was just a soda), Kimberly turns her gaze towards the exchange and noteably comes to consider the exchange of drinks to try and win over some promise of safety for the evening. Or maybe Cain was Arthur's 'type'? You never know what (or who) someone might like after all! <br><br> Hands shifting to raise her drink to her lips, sipping through a straw to protect her modest lipstick it seemed that Kimberly was engaged in a little people watching...because when Cain brought out the smartphone? Well, that had her looking closer. Cain didn't exactly look like a cop after all...<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>Arthur gives a small shrug. The young man can't be more than 18.<br><br>"Just being friendly." Arthur replies.<br><br>"I have been in here a while, may I take a look?" He is curious, and that it's a smart phone that the guy could snap easily... well, now Arthur just wanted to help possibly.<br><br>Not to mention he obviously knows that Cain could turn him into paste probably really easily.<br />
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:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>The behemoth of a man turns slightly more, now facing Arthur and Kimberly more directly. Cain says nothing at first, simply leveling his gaze in full on Arthur. The sensation might be like having an earthquake notice you.<br><br>After a pause, he speaks once more and, well, surprise it seems he's affable enough.<br><br>"What am I supposed to order at a bar that doens't serve alcohol?" <br><br>Sort of.<br><br>"But thanks.." he adds at the end of all that, not being a complete and total jerk about it. No harm in folk trying to be nice it would seem. He then turns the phone around, "Her names Theresa Cassidy. I'm just checking on her for a friend... Got a tip she miht be around these parts. Nothing too serious..."<br />
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:'''{{#var:322|Kimberly (322)}} has posed:'''<br> A P.I. maybe? The idea of Cain following somebody seemed almost comical, but Kimberly simply listens as he comments before leaning over to look for herself. The invitation had pretty much been extended after all. "Is she missing?" she asks, speaking up for the first time even as her brow furrows and she almost certainly was trying to consider if she'd seen the face anywhere near the vampires in town.<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>Arthur looks over the photo, eyeing it before shaking his head, "I have not seen her before."<br><br>He rubs his chin, trying to think on the name but coming up with nothing. "Do you know if she travelled here alone or with friends? If so, you might try the local bus stations."<br><br>The brunette that is Kimberly leaning over has him looking over at her, then back at the phone. "I do not have much of an idea on where else to search for her, unfortunately."<br />
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:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>The giant man hesitates for a moment at the questions...seemingly searching for words. Then he simply says, "No." in answer to Kimberly. "...Probably not.."<br><br>Probably not the best answer to an 'is she missing' question but after a pause once more, the huge man speaks again to clarify, "She's got a degree in Art History and some teaching experience. I thought I'd just check some of the local college haunts. Her uncle's checking on her but...They don't exactly have the best relationship.. Family drama. I was just checking in.. I'm sure she's fine. She can take care of herself.."<br><br>Being the daughter of Banshee and the niece of Black Tom Cassidy certainly means she can take care of herself though Cain well knows that there are plenty dangers even for a mutant with Siren's capabilities.<br><br>"Just keep a look out for me.." he finally adds after puling the phone away and engulfing it into his massive palm.<br><br>So...what should I order?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:322|Kimberly (322)}} has posed:'''<br> "Probably not?" Kimberly repeats, but she doesn't push further as the rest of the explaination is given. It sounds reasonable enough, probably, though Kim lets herself lapse back into silence while drinking away at her soda and considering. <br><br> "Maybe check her social media or something like that?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>"Um... mountain dew, pepsi, dr. pepper, coke... take your pick?" Arthur replies.<br><br>"But I can definitely keep an eye out for her." Arthur gives a nod, then turns to get his own drink.<br><br>A shrug is given towards Cain. "Best we can do is keep an eye out. Who do we say is looking for her, by the way?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>"So all the stuff I can get a local 7 Eleven. Right." <br><br>Cain gives a vaguelly dismissive wave with his thick sausage sized fingers and grunts lightly, "RIght, right. Alright.. Coke then."<br><br>He glances at Kimberly briefly and then Arthur once more before finally tucking his phone away.<br><br>"No need to worry yourselves about it. She probably aint here..." he says simply enough.<br><br>Now that's not suspicious at all is it...<br><br>Though given social media it's likely if she is looking she'd see a photo of him in the area pop up. IF she's even around.<br><br>"She aint much for keeping her social media up." he says, finally answering Kimberly. "This was more...of a surprise visit. Don't worry about it..."<br />
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:'''{{#var:10464|Arthur King (10464)}} has posed:'''<br>Arthur nods, "Sorry there is nothing harder here, big guy. I'm a bit glad for it, with the crowd there is."<br><br>He smiles, "I hope your search goes well, then. Family is important."<br><br>A small buzz comes from his pocket, "If you will excuse me, I need to go take this outside preferably." He turns to go, giving a small wave over his shoulder.<br />
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:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>"Yeah well, thanks."<br><br>He's social despite his stern look and massive size. <br><br>"I can appreciate a good coke...but probably not gonna hang around here. It's a little...underage for my tastes.."<br><br>Cain smirks lightl and lifts his coke drink in slight salute to Arthur once it's brought to him. Then as Arthur excuses himself, the huge man turns and begins to make his way for another exit, even his massive body eventually being swallowed up by the crowd.<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16113/Titan_Intel&diff=33182&oldid=016113/Titan Intel2024-03-26T21:44:12Z<p>Kori gives Superman some needed intel given recent events at Iron Heights.</p>
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|Date of Scene=2024/03/09<br />
|Location=Roof, Titans Tower<br />
|Synopsis=Kori gives Superman some needed intel given recent events at Iron Heights.<br />
|Cast of Characters=15, 24<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:'''<br> Late morning, early afternoon on a Saturday. Titans Tower. The Sun is out, but it's still in the upper forties. There are promises of it hitting somewhere in the fities. The world just isn't there yet. So, right now it's deceptive warm looking outside. Superman's flying through the city and he starts to lower down onto the roof. All of the security sensors go off, but they show of a friendly. Superman does have some kind of file in the Titans system. Being the cousin of a member helps, a lot. And so the man just waits. He expects Kara to be around. Yet, she isn't always around. Nothing worng with that. It just comes off like the super hero equiivalnt of seeing if someone is home.<br />
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:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:'''<br>Koriand'r Is already there is seems the woman is wearing a bikini of course and soaking up all the sun she can.. but she does that ALOT she's like a cat in that sense she loves to soak in a sun beam.. like kryptonians her powers are solar based so she loves being out in the sun! When she finally pays attention to the alarms she lifts the sunglasses from her face.. " hello friend superman.. what brings you here? "<br />
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:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:'''<br> Superman isn't too shocked by this. It's not the first time he has seen Starfire dressed in so little. "Hello. There was an issue last night. I was seeing if the Titans had intel on anyone. Maybe from a personal perspective," Superman's trying to gather intel on some names. A nice time when the lives of Clark Kent and Superman cross into one. Kind of.<br />
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:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:'''<br>Koriand'r cocks her head as she floats upwards and towards him floating till she's closer " Who are you looking for ? " she asks softly " I can run them via the computer.. I was away visiting family so I have no connected with the others in a a while " she says apologeticly<br />
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:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:'''<br> Superman has a list. He'll hand it to Kori. The list has names, "Henry King Jr," "Nicolas Nolan." "Lonnie Machin." Those are the three names he has for Kara. Titans would have more information on King and Machin. King is a telepath and telekinetic. Someone they've crossed paths with. Machin is someone Robin has a history with that goes deep. Nolan doesn't have anything League doesn't already have.<br />
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:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:'''<br>Koriand'r Nods her head and beams a big smile " Wanna come with me to the computer? " She asks as she starts to float towards the door with the list of names always happy to help a fellow alien after all<br />
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:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:'''<br> Superman nods and waits for her to lead the way. This is their base. Their rules. Plus, they know all of the ins and outs of the ir own equipment. He respects the Titans, they've earned that much long ago. So, Starfire can take lead.<br />
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:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:'''<br>Koriand'r floats most of the way it's faster than walking she finds.. and most people don't like how she walks like she's alway wearing heels so she moves to the computer .. most people don't know because of her limited way she talks and how she dosn't understand human culture but she's very very smart and knows alot about tech so it's not hard for her to run the data<br />
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:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:'''<br> Titans have their own listing for Machin. Lonnie Machin has a deep rivalry wtih Robin. So, there are a lot of personal notes on him. The pair have a rivalry. So, Machin goes by the name of Anmarky. This is common knowledge. However, the titans have details as to how skilled Anarky is. How him and Robin have squared off quite a bit. The amount of personal notes would be like notes the team have on the Fearsome Five. Personal. Intimate. And a lot.<br />
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:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:'''<br>Koriand'r Brings it up for clark to look over " here you go " it's superman after all she won't hide any info from him unless robin marketed it private or something then she wouldn't but he would not put it on the computer like that.. he's like his dad in that sense always got a backup side info<br />
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:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:'''<br> Superman looks over the file seeing Robin's notes in detail. It's a personal perspective they need. It doesn't take long to read. Sky blue eyes slip back to Kori. "thank you for that," he admits softly. <br><br> King Jr. There are some notes. Nothing as extensive as Machin. Just something to give a better gauge of the power level he has. A perspective that they can't find in public record.<br />
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:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:'''<br>Koriand'r Nods her head as she beams " Oh yeah you gotta make sure they are strong enough to punch.. and how hard to hit.. too many humans go squish too easy "<br />
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:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:'''<br> "Not just that. Everyone has some skills. They were released for a reason. I'm trying to connect it. This helps a lot," Superman gives her a soft smile as he looks at her. "Thank you Kori," he says softly as he gives her a nod. "How have you been aisdE??" he knows it's been a little bit since they talked.<br />
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:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:'''<br>Koriand'r beams a smile " A little lost to be honest but the other titians will help me find my way I'm sure.. I know your cousin is around so I'll hang out with her and that will help " She smiles " thank you for caring how is your superfamily and lois ? "<br />
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:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:'''<br> "Why do you feel so lost?" Superman asks as he feels a little bad about this. He understands that feeling. Maybe too well up until recently. <br><br> "The family is good. We just had a meal together recently. You're welcome to join if you're around," it's the least he could do. Offer a place at the table if nothing else is going on for Starfire.<br />
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:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:'''<br>Koriand'r beams a big smile " I'd love that I'll take you up on it but umm make sure you have lots of mustard.. alot of human food is not for my palet " She says simply!<br />
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:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:'''<br> "I will make sure we have Msutard. Maybe we'll try beef wellington. That's a delicacy. Maybe you will like that," and he wonders if she would put mustard on that, too. "We will be happy to have you Starfire," Superman smiles. "I have more work to do.We may need some help on this one. Keep your com close?" he asks.<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16114/Society_Soirees_So_Stodgy&diff=33181&oldid=016114/Society Soirees So Stodgy2024-03-26T21:43:28Z<p>Traci and Kate escape another boring society event.</p>
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|Date of Scene=2024/03/09<br />
|Location=A New York Rooftop<br />
|Synopsis=Traci and Kate escape another boring society event.<br />
|Cast of Characters=84, 1005<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:84|Kate Bishop (84)}} has posed:'''<br>The thing about being rich, and semi old money. You sometimes get dragged to all those fancy society events. Kate blames her sister for this. She's the one that loves doing this stuff. <br><br>Kate would have rather spent a boring ass night on a roof top on another stake out. <br><br>The only upside is she can at least show off. The brunette with her hair down rocking a slinky light purple dress, high necked, hem at mid thigh. Some matching kitten heel closed to shoes. <br><br>A flute of champagne in hand the woman is heading for hopefully an exit. <br><br>Not easy when you get waylaid by everyone that seems to have known one of her parents. <br><br>It's like a minefield of hellos and air cheek kisses.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1005|Traci 13 (1005)}} has posed:'''<br>Traci 13 finally escaped from yet another old man trying to dance with her. They all knew her father, of course, the legendary Dr. Thirteen. He used to do seances at their houses to talk to their old dead relatives - or he would bust the fakes who tried to make money off them the same way.<br><br>Which made them all handsy and want to introduce Traci to their bucktoothed sons. She would pass the hardest of passes, just short of making herself invisible to get away. It wouldn't be the first time.<br><br>She slips down the stairs to the service entrance and finds Kate Bishop at the bottom of the stairs. "Emergency exit's down the hall to the left, but we have to disconnect the alarm or else it'll set off the sprinklers. Which would be funny, admittedly, but some of those folks are so old, they might die from hypothermia."<br />
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:'''{{#var:84|Kate Bishop (84)}} has posed:'''<br>Clearly not the only none wanting to escape. Kate hears a like minded voice. Which earns Traci a smile and a looking over with blue eyes. "There's a trick to it. Forcing an emergency door will just get everyone swarming down here. So think we're better off going up and not going down." <br><br>Okay she might be twenty five or so but Kate still has her inner teenager and therefore giggles. <br><br>"So roof top it is." she suggests and with a point skyward starts leading Traci up and out.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1005|Traci 13 (1005)}} has posed:'''<br>Traci 13 is definitely of the 'never grow up' variety. She's wearing a turquoise pants-suit, the front unbuttoned almost all the way down to her navel, only an expert application of tape keeping the top from spilling open to show her petite bosom. Her hair is cut short and stylishly, angular bangs overshadowing blue eyeshadow with a hint of sparkle, her lashes long. Her nails are multi-colored, green and yellow in alternating shades.<br><br>She watches Kate run up and past her and sighs, "I could've just bespelled it silent, but instead she wants to exercise."<br><br>Of course, being an urban witch, channeling the soul of a city, gave a woman an interesting connection with urban development. Which is how she takes a step up the stairs and is already at the top, waiting Kate by the time the athletic heiress arrives, "What took you?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:84|Kate Bishop (84)}} has posed:'''<br>"Love the suit. Would have worn one myself but my sister threatened to torch my wardrobe. I can't remember if I had anything explosive in there so better safe than sorry." she says lamenting having to wear dresses despite clearly being more of a jock than especially girly. <br><br>At least the path up to the roof is clear and there's no alarms because rare is the need to escape upwards even if the fire escape goes all the way up there. <br><br>Thankfully Kate's clearly and visibly fit enough the climb up a few flights doesn't even wind her. <br><br>The door out opened and Kate holding it for Traci. "Aha freedom!"<br />
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:'''{{#var:1005|Traci 13 (1005)}} has posed:'''<br>Traci 13 steps out onto the roof and closes her eyes. You still can't see the stars, but that's the way Traci likes it. The city is her universe, her world, and she can feel it all breathing and singing for her as the neon lights sparkle over the city scape. She almost purrs as she makes her way to the railing, curling a manicured hand around the guard.<br><br>"Nothing like New York," she sighs, the first city she ever learned and got to know. She turns her head back to look at Kate, "Reminds me of how glad I am to be an only child. Well, as far as I know. My father has gotten around quite a bit over the years."<br />
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:'''{{#var:84|Kate Bishop (84)}} has posed:'''<br>Fresh air, relatively. It is still the ncity. But even street pollution is still better than old money assholes and worse, their wives. <br><br>"Being the younger sister is not always fun." after a while you lose the ability to be milk the status. Usually it's when you accidentally demolish an old bell tower. <br><br>"Down there, no one admits it but it might as well be a swinger party. But for business partnerships and pimping out college age daughters with no skills beyond being a wife, and not even a house wife."<br />
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:'''{{#var:1005|Traci 13 (1005)}} has posed:'''<br>To Traci, the pollution is like a sweet perfume, the natural scent of the city, like the sweat of a lover filling her senses. She still has her glass of champagne and she drains it, then tosses the glass aside and lets it shatter across the rooftop.<br><br>"I've always had the added advantage of being overtly dangerous - some of those trust fund fuckboys don't want to take the risk of me giving them a mosquito dick if they treated me the wrong way. Not that I've ever done that, officially. I do have a good lawyer," she smiles.<br><br>"Not sure we've met formally, but I know who you are, Kate Bishop. Traci 13. Nice to meet you,"<br />
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:'''{{#var:84|Kate Bishop (84)}} has posed:'''<br>"Guys are usually put off by girls that have more muscle tone than them." A fact visible as is, even before Kate flexes her biceps and shows of those guns that can pull on a two hundred and fifty pound draw bow. <br><br>The brunette in the purple dress finding herself a nice stable ledge and with a quick dusting down to make sure there's nothing on it that will stain her dress. <br><br>It's a Van Dyne. Gotta respect the brand. She leans down and sits. <br><br>"Do mosquito's even have dicks or is this just a shrinkage thing. Cause I have Pym Particle arrows I can use for that. And Hi Traci, yeah. I figure I was one of the more well known people down there. The secret identity thing is pretty much non existent for me now. It actually makes it harder to hang with some of my friends that do have them alas."<br />
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:'''{{#var:1005|Traci 13 (1005)}} has posed:'''<br>Traci 13 smiles, "Well, my Dad's been a famous wizard since before I was born, so I don't exactly pass for a normie either. So we're in the same boat, it's just I'm not, like, a super cool superhero. Well, I am sometimes, but I don't have a codename or a costume or...like a team. I was always terrible at team sports. Again, only child," she says.<br><br>"I haven't examined real mosquitoes but I have a good enough imagination that my spellwork can do remarkable simulations of whatever I can come up with," she grins.<br><br>"Personally, I like a girl with a six pack who can throw me over her shoulder. Yes, please, mommy."<br />
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:'''{{#var:84|Kate Bishop (84)}} has posed:'''<br>There's a reassuring smile on Kate's lips. Pink gloss helping set off the colour against otherwise pale skin. There are goth girls that would be jealous of the coloration that comes to Kate easily. <br><br>"Codenames are pretty hard to come up with and a lot of people just don't bother. Hell. Hawkeye is still currently in use by my erstwhile roommate." she won't even go into how many Robins and Flashes she knows of. Or the whole Green Lantern Corps." she adds and laughs. <br><br>As for having a particular type. Kate winks. "You should go visit Titans Tower one day." she suggests playfully. <br><br>She might know a few girls there. let alone the possibility that she might just have more muscles than just what's visible.<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16115/Drunken_Leanings&diff=33180&oldid=016115/Drunken Leanings2024-03-26T21:42:56Z<p>Laura helps a drunken Tabby back to her room and listens to the blonde explain how and when to insult someone.</p>
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|Date of Scene=2024/03/10<br />
|Location=Tabitha's Room (East Halls), Xavier's School<br />
|Synopsis=Laura helps a drunken Tabby back to her room and listens to the blonde explain how and when to insult someone.<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1284|Tabitha Smith (1284)}} has posed:'''<br>Sometimes the past just weighs on you a lot. Thankfully there are ways to deal with it but sometimes they aren't ideal. <br><br>Booze usually, lots of it! <br><br>Which probably explains why Tabitha is buried amongst a bush in the yard, her backside up and poking out in all it's rad leather glory. There may also be hints of a red leather corset and collar combo further up but leafy foliage of an evergreen shrubbery might obscuring it. <br><br>Brass buckles and zippers keeping the outfit in place while the universe and her body threaten to fall out of it. She must have been partying wild.<br />
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:'''{{#var:78|Laura Kinney (78)}} has posed:'''<br>Laura Kinney literally has Tabby hefted up onto her right shoulder. Not much of a strain, really, even if she was on the petite side herself. Mutant muscle was more than capable of getting the job done. They made quite a picture coming out of the bushes, Laura in her wifebeater and cargo shorts, sneakers laced as she jogs her way up the stairs to carry Tabby towards her own room.<br><br>"Almost made it this time, blondie," she says. "Didn't quite stick the landing. Gonna cost you points with the Russian judge. That bitch," she mutters. Laura seems to be in the rare good mood for once.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1284|Tabitha Smith (1284)}} has posed:'''<br>"If the Russian judge is who I think she is." Tabby ponders that it may be Illyana. "My landing would totally earn a ten." she points out as Laura helps her up and towards her bedroom inside the house. <br><br>laura's strength making it easy to lift the bigger curvier blonde and make sure she doesn't fall down steps. <br><br>Well more than once as eh makes it up three before tabby falls back with no balance and they have to try again with added leaning against bannisters and brunettes. <br><br>"Why do houses like this need extra floors. Why build up when they could build out! Ain't like there wasn't space!" she complains and pouts. Somehow she sounds more amused than upset at climbing steps.<br />
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:'''{{#var:78|Laura Kinney (78)}} has posed:'''<br>Laura Kinney gets Tabby up to her room properly, getting the door open without kicking it in, dropping her carefully onto the bed. Well, maybe not SUPER carefully.<br><br>"Awright, ya hot mess," she grins. Still, she's gonna look after the other mutant for a bit, even if she isn't altogether the warmest individual in the world. Boomer was an exception to the general hostility rule. Boomer knew what hurting was, same as Laura, They just dealt with it differently.<br><br>"I'm sure Beast will install a teleporter where we can all just be summoned to the jet instantly at the press of a button."<br />
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:'''{{#var:1284|Tabitha Smith (1284)}} has posed:'''<br>being dumbed on her bed, Tabby lands face down once more. Though at least she has her head turned to eye the dark haired former assassin. <br><br>How her makeup stays on point is a trade secret. <br><br>But eventually she rolls onto her side. easier to beam that goofy drunken smile. <br><br>Well there is the exp5ress elevator. Honestly drunken teleporting is a sure way to get hurling! never get Kurt to port you. 'Port voms and rotten egg fart smells..." nuff said.<br />
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:'''{{#var:78|Laura Kinney (78)}} has posed:'''<br>Laura Kinney winces, "Believe me, I know. I've had it. I have highly enhanced senses, Tabitha. It's not fun. I don't understand how the old man's always put up with it. I don't even think it bothers him anymore. I think it's the cigars," she says.<br><br>She half-heartedly cleans up the room a little bit, pickign up clutter, stuffing laundry into the basket. "I like walking anyway. I'll be your taxi if you need it. Giddyup."<br />
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:'''{{#var:1284|Tabitha Smith (1284)}} has posed:'''<br>"Careful who hears that." Tabby playfully warns. There is a reason for it too. "We live in a school with a stable and Emma Frost. Odds are someone is into pony play!" she states and while on her side mimics cantering with her hands and a 'Clip clop' sound from her lips. <br><br>The Tidying gets a pout. "Hey, you're messing up my floordrobe system! Controlled chaos... all gone!" she mock sniffs. At least Laura can smell what stuff is actually clean or not.<br />
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:'''{{#var:78|Laura Kinney (78)}} has posed:'''<br>Wait, some of this is clean?<br><br>Laura finally pulls up a chair, straddling it and crossing iher arms over the top as she leans forward.<br><br>"I could probably make a few guesses if I tried. Not really the scratch for my itches, but I ain't gonna kinkshame,'she says with a smirk.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1284|Tabitha Smith (1284)}} has posed:'''<br>Tabby finally manages to sit up, with the bed against the wall across from her desk and chair she uses it as a rest as best her outfit lets her. <br><br>It takes practice being able to move the way they do in tight leather. <br><br>"Look, sometimes there is a time and a place for kinkshaming. Usually cause like being into something actually harmful!" she explains all educative. "Then it's open season. And good insults can be as good a weapon as those claws you pack!" she states with a nod of her head.<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16116/BATFUN&diff=33179&oldid=016116/BATFUN2024-03-26T21:42:20Z<p>orders were given!</p>
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|Location=South Hinkley, Old Gotham<br />
|Synopsis=orders were given!<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There was the slight crunch of the last bit of snow under the shadow's boot. Just a whisper of sound even as the last man fell with a rustle of fabric and the final heavy thud of his body striking the ground in a short trio of impacts. Knees, chest, then brow. There had been six of them, now six had fallen in the pattern of a fan spread across the last snowfall of the Winter. Spring was near but Gotham seemed intent on holding onto that hint of frost with this last snap of a chill.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The shadow straightened and then stepped out into the halo of light upon the street, the lamp flickering ever so slightly as the Batman touched a hand to the side of his cowl, rumbling voice rising as he spoke onto the comms. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;&lt; Oracle, six tagged. There are three crates of evidence here. I want their point of origin researched. &gt;&gt; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What had started out as a gathering of an arms dealer and a buyer in a multi-tiered parking lot had ended with the visit of the grim vigilante. But now as quick as he had struck, he was already moving.<br />
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:'''{{#var:62|Harley Quinn (62)}} has posed:'''<br>Harley Quinn Cocks her head as she looks down. She's on the building not too far off . She blows a bubble and pops it as she rubs the head of one of her hyenas .. " Looks like he busted one of the smugglers as I told ya he would, " she says to nobody in particular. She hmms, " Question is what crime he gonna beat on next."<br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:'''<br>"Obviously me rushing over here was completely unnecessary," came a voice from the shadows not too far away from Harley. It was a nearby rooftop, not the same one, but at this distance the noise carried. And there on the edge of that roof was the Black Canary. Canary for short cause really who had time for all that? She was in her usual strapless top with a leather jacket over it but no fishnets tonight. It was too chilly for that. Thus she was wearing black pants that matched the top, with her customary boots to finish the look.<br><br>She tapped her ear and spoke again, though this time not to herself. &lt;He already has it handled.&gt; She wasn't on the Bats frequency but she was one of the Birds so a direct line to Oracle was always there. &lt;I kind of want to ask him if that was a bit of Kokutoryu Jui-Jitsu mixed with Goju-ryu karate but I suspect he'd ask me if I figured out what I did wrong last time he saw me fight again. And for the record, I did nothing wrong.&gt; The last was added hastily.<br />
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:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Normally a man in such a position being observed would not have a hint of the words spoken, nor the attention paid. Most other vigilantes would make their way, unaware. But then the Bat has been known to cheat.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The cowl lifts, head tilting slightly. A thin visor slides down into place over the eyelets of his mask. A brief moment of observation, then the two other Gothamites would see the tall silhouette of a man lift an arm. There's a short sharp /snap-hiss/ as the grapple line fires, and near Harley she'll hear the crunch of the hook embedding into the side of the building. The line snaps taut, wings flare, and suddenly the Bat rises. A brief moment of flight, then landing heavy with boots crunching in the gravel. Kneeling for a moment, then silently rising back to that shadowy shape in front of the former clown villainess. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Quinn."<br />
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:'''{{#var:62|Harley Quinn (62)}} has posed:'''<br>Harley Quinn Grins. " Really, 'cause he's always telling me I'm wrong. " She looks over. " AS for the fighting still. Far as i can tell is Boot the head with a dash of owch town." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Bud gives one of those hard-to-miss heyna laughs. before Harley gives him a little pat on the top of his head! The mutant hyenas are on either side of Harley. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; She's still in her shorts and T-shirt top, but ever since her dip in the chems, she doesn't feel things like normal anymore. But when Batman lands, her only response is to point at Canary: "It's hot in stockings fault " .<br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:'''<br>Hearing that voice from nearby, Canary snaps her head in that direction. Blue eyes narrow ever so slightly, as she shifts her focus from the woman to her two companions. Those would not be normal even if they were not mutated creatures. People didn't just have hyenas as pets. Even those with exotic pets they walked on leashes in exotic locales, she'd not seen hyenas ever.<br><br>"Those work too," she murmured even as she heard that familiar sound of the grapple and knew they wouldn't be alone long. Not that she ever doubted he'd know they were there. She was positive he knew where every person in a one block radius was. Not because of Oracle cheating either. Dinah was just positive he was that scary.<br><br>Though when she got blamed for... something. She frowned a bit. "If it's my fault, then there is something to be at fault for. Sounds like a confession to me. What about you, Batman?" And she was far too amused for her own good at that assessment.<br />
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:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The tall man turns his head, white eyelets shifting to focus upon the blond martial artist, then back toward Harleen. He tilts his head slightly, "Curious choice in travel companion." Though which of them he says that to might be hard to discern. Perhaps both.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He steps forward and between them, one gauntlet lifting to point partially at Dinah as he says. "Oracle didn't mention you were running as a duo tonight." He moves toward the other end of the rooftop, his cape sliding slightly and silently behind him. His head turns as he levels that stern gaze upon Harley, expression unassailable and indiscernible. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A moment of silence passes as Dinah asks him that question, and for a time it might seem like he'll say naught more. Dinah likely has a feel for that vibe on the comms. Usually Oracle is quick with a comment, a rapid reply. But there's a hint of... something in the background. As if something is being said that neither of the others are privy to. Until...<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When he perhaps surprises them when he says. "I need both of you to head to the Narrows. I need pairs of eyes on the West Side, River Access." He lifts his forearm up and a small screen flickers to life as well as the lenses in his cowl illuminate ever so slightly.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Eyes only, report what you see." He looks to Quinn then and his tone is a low growl. "If you're in my city, you do things my way." Then those eyelets shift back to Dinah. "She's your luggage."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At that he starts to reload the grapple gun.<br />
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:'''{{#var:62|Harley Quinn (62)}} has posed:'''<br>Harley Quinn Blinks, she doesn't say a thing; she's learned if you talk, he just twists it, or worse, figures stuff out. Better keep yer yap shut. She watches him, then he gives orders, " Oiy, I'm at least a booty trunk. I'm not luggage," She comments. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; But She also pulls out What looks like a Nerf gun.. with a grappling hook stuffed into the end of it. " But If ya want help, sure," She says. Aiming and saying, PEW! <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; the grappling gun fires off as Harley makes ready to head to the narrows .<br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:'''<br>"What the...No. Just no. We were not here working together. I came to back you up and..." Then Dinah realizes all the talking she is saying will literally do nothing to help in this situation. Because Batman does not listen. Or generally didn't. <br><br>She looks from Batman to Harley then back to Batman. "You should have Robin do it. I'm sure he'd be very good at it." She kept her smarter comments--pronounced sarcastic not smarter--to herself since she didn't want to say too much in front of Harley. She just wasn't sure what the woman knew. <br><br>"Not my circus," she finally said. But at the same time, she looked back to Harley. Here she was, the only one without a grapple gun. "I'll meet you there. Try not to do anything illegal before that, okay?"<br><br>And she moved to head off toward where her motorcycle was waiting.<br />
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:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Indeed, Dinah has the read of it. For there's no further word from the Batman on that matter. Instead the man's broad back remains turned to them as he reaches the other end of the rooftop. His head does turn to the side slightly. It was then that he instead spoke to her last comment, "No, it's not your circus. It's mine."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And with that there's a short snap-hiss of his own grapple gun firing. A slight step as he moves off into the abyss between buildings, falling downwards... then rising against the shape of the moon.<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16118/Interlude:_The_Space_between_the_Stars&diff=33178&oldid=016118/Interlude: The Space between the Stars2024-03-26T21:41:44Z<p>Building a secondary hot tub on the balcony. And a greenhouse. All to tidy the mind to know the space between the stars.</p>
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|Location=Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>Roll with the crowd most nights and it's easy to forget that the universe turns around whether you watch it or not. <br><br>If you're occasionally incredibly antisocial, that tends to sneak more into the forefront of the mind. No doubt the events at Lux have been successful, a few wheels, a few deals, generally happy punters, some not-so-happy punters. It's all in a day's work. <br><br>One night, Lucifer came back to the ceiling in the penthouse being filled with the cosmos. That was interesting. it even had the moon tracking where the moon was outside, in the same phase and everything -- meterorites being tracked in real time, only without the light pollution of major cities and from the comfort of one's own living room. That was neat, right? And maybe a bit odd, but that's an aside. <br><br>The ceiling is normal right now, but damn is it chilly in here, because all the doors to the wrap-around balcony are open. This is because there's sounds of industry /on/ the aformentioned balcony, hammering and the sound of tools being used.<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>It's not the first time the ceiling has been turned into a space-tacle. (Play on spectacle) But it is the first time it's been accurate to the actual sky outside in real time, just without the city light pollution and therefore it's a 360 degree wonder of stars and meteors and distant planets galore. Lucifer gives a soft whistle of appreciation until he hears those sounds coming from the balcony itself.<br><br>With a raised brow, he still goes through his nightly removal of jacket, hanging it on the back of a chair, removes his tie to toss onto the couch and then undoes the top three buttons of his shirt. Belt is unbunckled and whipped from the waist of his pants, tossed aside as well. Then he takes one step outside to the balcony, taking out a cigarette to light while he looks to see what might be going on. "You know, there are these things called Planetariums... wouldn't you be able to see all this stuff in the same way? Not that I might our home being turned into one, I just wonder if the effort will give you what is needed in the end."<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"Real time data, transmitted from the Hubble and the Webb telescopes, added to the data from my own satellites, with considerably fewer questions asked. Though I have gone out to those on occasion. It's not as if the holoimagery is permanent..." Sinister is apparently building an outdoor hot-tub. Judging by how far he's come, it's right at the end of construction, because it's so much easier when you can manoever it all and hold it in place with thought. <br><br>Although this does mean that Sinister is currently a plumber. Where on EARTH did he learn that trade? Same as he learned how to do all the engineering he does, no doubt. It also appears to be a little bigger and by the array of planters surrounding it on various sides, unfilled... this might be the start of a summer oasis. But not in the winter. This is March! maybe he's getting the drop on later in the year!<br><br>Or maybe it's a peculiar sign of hopefulness.<br><br>"I figured I'd put in a glass roof on stilts make a mild dome over the top so it can be used during the rain. Also, double as a hothouse. I'm going to make this an epsom and salt water tub."<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer smiles and nods. "Ah, everything combined into one place that you can monitor. Without questions. Aside from your lover simply wondering why. Of course that makes sense...and again. I don't mind it." He looks back into the house through the windows and smiles. "I actually kind of love it. We could have all manner of space-type images on the ceiling, either for research or pure enjoyment." Then he looks back to the tub and plants and listens to what Nathaniel is doing.<br><br>"Oh. I love that idea. Could we add some sort of sauna type something at the end of the balcony? Epsom and salt tub. For curing random aches and pains we never get, or just letting ourselves soak in something a little more...luxurious?" He has to wonder, and watch as Nathaniel has become a plumber. Seemingly overnight.<br><br>"You sure you know what you're doing there, darling? We could always hire a plumber to do the work you know...Although I suppose plumbing is just a puzzle of pipes to put together."<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"I must commend your patience when it comes to me and my occasional cosmic rays of inspiration that seem to be logical and mental nonsequiturs," Sinister smiles the private smile of the doting who is still very much in the 'honeymoon' phase. "I shall have to show you how to use the watch, so you can program the imager for what you might happen to like." <br><br>Although the narrators mind did bad things and quietly saw the practical joke of Luci covering the ceiling in Gifs of him grinning and turning. BOTH WAYS!! <br><br>But as to the hot tub: "Well, a sauna... we could tuck it into the lea side of the balcony, but I don't see why not. They're easier to construct, I suspect." He looks at the lug wrench in hand, at Lucifer, at the lug wrench again and spins it in his palm. "What's the worst that could happen? I do usually do the pipe work and ducts in my designs. And I did machine this myself." Oh dear. "Three-D printing in a variety of materials makes life so much simpler."<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer takes another drag off his cigarette, flicking ashes that tend to just disappear rather than fly anywhere. "Is it patience? I just like seeing you work, and the changes you're making are things I would never think of... further, it makes me think that you're finally considering this place your home. First with the funiture pieces, and then with this on the balcony." Saying this much and then he takes another drag off the cigarette. "You almost done? Or need a break? Have a smoke, and a drink?" Asking this before tilting his head the other way to watch. Either in interest or admiration is unclear Perhaps it's both.<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>It may well be both. Lucifer dislikes the cold, but it doesn't seem to both Essex in the slightest and woe betide that his clothing become dirtied, even if it doe shave its own secrets -- just a wifebeater on and sweatpants, barefoot. The physique is plain as day. <br><br>"Well, it has to be test filled and run, but that will take several hours... and... I suppose that I do. That I /am/ at home now. It maketh of me an irritable sod, when people disrespect our home."<br><br>He cleans off his hands, eyeing the smears left behind, as he floats tools away and stands to his full height. There is a grimace. "No matter how I try, I inevitably get grease where I do not want it to be."<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer eyes the man up and down once he stands tall in just the wifebeater and sweatpants. He swallows. There is no hiding the physique of the man he loves in this moment and all the signs of admiration are there. "It does. But I - too - dislike when people disrespect our home, our club, or each other. Comes with the territory of relationships and such I'm learning." He admits while going through the motions to light up a second cigarette, offering it out to Nathaniel.<br><br>"Is it ready for all that? Or do things need to set. Like the epoxy and such... that has to set first, right? Or are you using some sort of super setting stuff that you created yourself?" Mirth in the eyes of the Devil asking such questions. Then he motions. "Had I known you were hard at work out here I would have brought home some sort of take out. Not that we need to eat but it would have fit wonderfully in the provider bringing home something hot and fresh for their working spouse." Or something of that ilk. "Also. We can wash the grease off wherever it's gone... I'm sure of such."<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>There's a moment where Sin is not aware of eyes upon him, too engrossed in the grime. But that doesn't last as that not insignficant weight is appreciated in the back of the psyche, which might just be snickering silently at him. Grey eyes tick over then up beneath brows and it elicits the devillish grin he can -sometimes- give. It really does pale in comparison to the real genuine article, but Luci doesn't usually get to -see- that one or feel its weight much. Because laws of existence and all. <br><br>"Oh, I have no doubt we can wash things off," the chin jerk, grin-broadening in response to the cigarette has him reaching for a clean rag, to wipe... well, possibly more than just the grime off. His hands -are- very clean as he hands the dirtied cloth over. "Burn that for me, would you?" sweetly asked, he looks down the short distance to the handsome devil he's occupying time and space with. <br><br>"Actually the doohickies have these rolls of tape these days that prime immediately, when you apply to the screw tracks on the piping. And the 'hard' plumbing is soldered. It should be ready to go. And if it's not, the roof is waterproof and we'll just end up with a monstrous mess all over the deck."<br><br>A pause "That feeling. Tell me more about that feeling. The one involving differences in outlook in relationship." His voice is slightly softer.<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer blinks, mostly because he feels like he's been caught, which causes him to grin. Then he sees the grin on Nathaniel's lips and while it's not HIS trademark grin - there is just something about it that causes the Devil to melt just a little bit. Maybe more than. He takes a slow breath in before taking another drag off the cigarette while his free hand takes the dirty rag and he burns it to nothing as requested. THEN he asks, "Couldn't we have just...washed the rag?" He wonders.<br><br>Doohickies. Nathaniel is using technical terms that Lucifer can actually understand! "Ah. So we fill it with water to make sure it fills and stays and then we drain it to make sure it drains correctly and then we fill it again but the second time is for the actual using of?" He asks, because somehow he's beginning to understands things. Kinda. The watch is likely helping.<br><br>There's a smirk at that last bit. "Well...not to name any specific occurrences...but there are times that I have wanted to send people six feet under and their souls to Hell for things I have heard in conversations you have. People who have entered our home, the club, and disrespected you...for whatever reason. I often times feel like a mob boss, and I want to just send my people to take care of the problem while keeping you safe. I know you can take care of yourself in almost all instances, but there is a part of me that wants to keep you wrapped up in a wing and protected above all costs..." And then, as if to drive the point home, his wings flare out. Brilliantly white and gleaming in the moonlight.<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"Yes. That very thing. In plumbing, so much of it is 'well, this should be right, but the best way to find out if it isn't is to run water through it and hope there's no leaks' --" and why professionals command quite a bit of moolah for doing it right more often than not. <br><br>Could that rag have just been washed? Possibly.<br><br>Words are spoken, shared in the evening gloom and backlight of NYC and inside -- living a life through the light, if one only looked and saw, they'd see that in Lucifer, all the time. He loves the light, even BECAUSE it takes a bright light to make the darkest shadow. Perhaps that's the point? And then... there are the wings. Nathaniel takes a deep breath, looking up and across their mantled brilliance and slowly back down to the man in the middle. He reaches a hand, brushes the curtain of feathers beneath one side, with the backs of his knuckles and fixes on eyes. "There are times when I feel like a sociopath, which is unique and unusual, mostly because I'm not used to -feeling- any of that. It probably still gets muddled, but there are times I've heard the call of sadism in revenge. But I also feel... safe. You make that happen, you know."<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>"And I hope to always make that happen. I want you to feel safe around me, always. You've seen me at my brightest, but also at my darkest points yet...and still you have remained. To find someone like that, so accepting and understanding. Willing to face it all and be there when those moments end. I say it often, but it remains true, I am a lucky Devil. And I love you, Doctor Nathaniel Essex. To the very end and beyond." Lucifer says this, shivering a touch at that rap of knuckle against his wings before one shifts to wrap the Doctor up within their span. This way Nathaniel can still have his cigarette and a wing to hold him.<br><br>The moment continues even as Lucifer shifts the subject a bit. "So, has anything come up interestingly in your combining all the telescope data with your own sattelites? Nothing else going to try and crash-burn into the world anytime soon, right? Or is there anything out there going supernova? Black holes colliding or any such?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>There is just a smile to those words shared, but it shines with the same light that blinds others. And it is right. And it is good. And it is love. But perhaps something just can't quite escape notice, in the frame of black humour. "I'm sure there's a church to you somewhere where they'd desperately like to swap places with me. Aren't you the very King of luck? You, my dearling, are once in a lifetime. Never before, never again." And into that wing he leans, the warmth of it palpable and sheltering. It does make for a very good smoke-awning, though celestially speaking, that probably is both par for the course and cheapening of the Grace. (What did you do today Samael? Oh, I stopped the wind blowing nicotine into eyeballs." ... ... and it's a good job that that sort of nonsense doesn't happen!)<br><br>And of the Cosmos: "There's always black holes colliding to form super black holes. Novas. All that fun stuff. Nebulas forming new stars... but no, luckily all that seems to be far away. I have been... running math. You see, we can't track what's coming, because we can't measure it. But we can measure those things we know and see where there's discrepencies, you see. I've been working on an algorhythm that calculates the mathematic forces of dark matter, not by what we see, but by what we don't."<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer lifts his non-embracing shoulder in a shrug. "Possibly. You know. I've never thought of actually visiting a church dedicated to me. I know there's a whole religion of Satan worshipers... and wouldn't it be interesting if we just....showed up one service." He grins at the idea and then shakes his head. "As for wanting to switch places with you. Possibly? But, of course, it wouldn't happen. They'll have to keep worshiping me from afar, I think. I don't want to change a thing about my life in this moment." This much said and then he chuckles at the idea.<br><br>"I would like to watch that. All of it. One night watching black holes collide, one night of a nova, new stars forming...just.. all of it. With you. On our plush couch with whiskey and cognac, and perhaps some celstial music of sorts softly playing in the background." He then ponders. "I could go and watch it IN space if I wanted... but this?" He motions. "This lets us share the moment together without putting you into any sort of space-will-kill-you danger."<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"It certainly takes the edge out of the space between the stars, doesn't it?" Sinister looks under the canopy of the wings to their roost, his chin angled and grey eyes tracked higher, to those subtle little bits of technology he's peppered into Lux; extra eyes, extra ears, extra power buried deep beneath their feet. His focus swims back slowly, moment to moment, thought to thought to the devil. <br><br>It is sometimes very, very easy to forget who the Morningstar is, depending on where you stand. But he always is who he is, Nathaniel. "They'd be a mixed bunch you know. They all know, as I do, who you are and what. But half, I am sure, face the light and let it blind them. And half stand with the brightest light behind them, looking at how deep and dark and long their shadow has become. I think I would like very much, to watch that reaction, one day. And to know which way they face." <br><br>He slides an arm around shirt be'decked waists nearby, steps closer into the aspect of Lucifer and flicks his ashes into the ether. <br><br>"And tell them that we watch entire worlds crash and burn, get born and burn brightly, from afar. Because they don't need to know that I cheat like a pathological liar."<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>"It does, but that's a good thing right? Cause the whole, even though you're technically immortal, space would still literally kill you." Lucifer says this and then watches as Nathaniel moves his eyes, wondering on the thoughts within the mind but just letting the moment pass for what it is.<br><br>When it comes back around to those who worship the Devil as if he were truly some sort of god, Lucifer chuckles. "There would be. And there would be those who do it because they truly believe in me, and those who do it because they think it makes them seem edgy and...cool I guess. It would be interesting to see just how those reactions would be as well. And I might have to exert some sort of power in order to sus out the truth behind the lies." Which, in truth, fills the Devil with some sort of sinister glee.<br><br>The arm is felt, and Lucifer leans as Nathaniel steps, bringing them closer together and the wing holds a bit tighter. "Tell them. Yes. Because showing them might burst their already shriveled little hearts."<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"Oh, that's delicious..." like dark chocolate and cocaine, Sinister's voice has just the right pitch of depth and smoke to leave absolutely no doubt as to why that is his NAME. <br><br>There's a click of his fingers and the lights go dim on the balcony and brighten indoors. The fire flares brighter and the lighting turns a trace of red and orange and yellow, a lurid warmth that is both the comfort of a hearth and the flames of the inferno. The fire doesn't care. <br><br>"The art of discerning truth is rapidly getting lost you know. Maybe it'd be an abject lesson on their part."<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer grins and nods. "Indeed..." Saying this as he looks over to the tub which is likely filling with water now. How that's happening is anyone's guess. Telekenetic powers allow things to be turned after all. "And us the perfect pair to give those lessons, no?"<br><br>He takes a breath and then side-eyes his lover fair. "I can only guess that the longer you stand there in your shirt and pants covered in grease and grime the worse you are feeling. I know you. You hate being dirty...in some ways. Perhaps a shower...hot and soapy...with fresh scents to boot." He smirks, but he doesn't make a motion to move just yet. Noticing the lights dimming in one place, brightening in the other, with the fire burning brighter. "Then we can relish in the starscape you've made for the evening, calculations aside, it's a lovely scene....enjoying it and the fire. And each other. However that plays out."4<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"You know me rather too well, I feel. Indeed. I don't like to feel filth -- at least not the physical kind. Fastidiousness is one of the few virtues I possess..." and then the smooch. Stars are born, galaxies die in that instance. Because they always do....<br><br>"Set up the furs and order us something. I won't be long."<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer smiles and returns the smooch. Reluctantly the wing releases Nathaniel - but the wings do not disappear. Instead he nods and steps back inside. "I know you won't be. Furs, food and drinks coming up." He offers this and then goes to work on just that while his Sin gets clean and dapper - as a Sin does.<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16120/Hospitals_are_the_Worst!&diff=33177&oldid=016120/Hospitals are the Worst!2024-03-26T21:39:00Z<p>Nikki's overnight stay in the hospital brings Tim as company and plans are made for upcoming European trip(s)</p>
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|Date of Scene=2024/03/12<br />
|Location=Gotham Hospital<br />
|Synopsis=Nikki's overnight stay in the hospital brings Tim as company and plans are made for upcoming European trip(s)<br />
|Cast of Characters=9997, 54<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:9997|Nikki (9997)}} has posed:'''<br>Little while after Nikki was saved in that back alley of Gotham, she's laid up in a hospital bed with an IV for fluids and her right arm bandaged in a few spots where stitches have been used. She's being kept overnight for observation since she did report being yanked into the alley and thrown to the ground, not remembering if she hit anywhere vital like her head or something. So the doctors just want to be safe. At least she still has her phone, which she's sitting up in bed playing a game on while listening to the droll beeping of monitors around her.<br />
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:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake has went back to his house only long enough to change and stash the Red Robin gear. He sniffs himself making sure he does not smell of alley way, and puts on some extra deodorant to be on the safe side. Then it is into his car to head to the hospital. He knows where they took her, but does check in with the security company to make sure things look right. Then shortly he is heading inside, telling the nurses he is Tim Drake here to see Nikki.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9997|Nikki (9997)}} has posed:'''<br>The nurses are helpful in telling Tim which room Nikki is in, and if he asks, what her current status is. Quite stable, stitches, ensuring she doesn't have a mild concussion or any other trauma that sneaks up. Otherwise she'll likely be discharged sometime tomorrow. When Tim gets to the room, Nikki will light up just a bit, setting her phone aside. "Nikki didn't think it would take Tim too long to find out where she was..." Saying this before she flushes a bit. "Nikki fought them best she could...but one pulled a knife..."<br />
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:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake will move in to hug her gently watching not to hit her arm. He looks to her and says "Are you ok?" His worry is not an act, he is worried about her, even knowing she is physically ok. "I came as soon as I could, I was worried about you."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9997|Nikki (9997)}} has posed:'''<br>Nikki nods slowly. "Nikki's alright. Little roughed up, maybe still a little scared...but not as bad as she used to be..." She returns the hug as best she can and even manages to kiss Tim on the cheek. "Is good to see, Tim. But he doesn't have to worry. Nikki is glad to see Tim."<br />
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:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake will nod. and says "Well your safe now, and I will stay here with you if your ok with it." He offers to her, and says "I can have things brought up if there is something you need." He offers to her. "They said they wanting to keep ya over night."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9997|Nikki (9997)}} has posed:'''<br>"Yeah. When Nikki was explaining all that happened, the doctor wanted to make sure there's nothing else wrong that just isn't showing yet. Cause Nikki was yanked into the alley and tossed to the ground. Then the fight happened and Nikki got cut with a knife." She explains to Tim as if he hadn't heard it all already. "She managed to message that number Tim gave her, and then Red Robin showed up...and then Nikki was brought here." A smile. "Tim can stay. Nikki would like that."<br />
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:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake 's brow raises "Red Robin showed up? I need to figure out a way to thank him." He tells her He will pull a chair over so he can sit facing her while she is in the bed.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9997|Nikki (9997)}} has posed:'''<br>Nikki giggles. "Be hard to do. He's one of those secret identity types. Like Batman. Nikki knows a lot of types, but the ones with secret identities are fun. Sometimes Nikki wonders if there's a way to figure out who they are." She laughs then, and her hand reaches out to hold his once he's sat next to her bed. "How was Tim's day?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake says, "Been working on some things, trying to figure out which budget to use for next few months with the R&amp;D, mostly boring paperwork." He tells her "I am just glad they are there to help folks who need it."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9997|Nikki (9997)}} has posed:'''<br>Nikki nods, squeezing his hand gently. "That does sound like a lot of boring stuff..." Then she smiles. "Is there anything Nikki can do to help?" Shifting a little to sit more comfortably in bed while watching Tim the whole time.<br />
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:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake smiles and says "Taking it easy and making sure your ok. That is the best thing right now, I want you healthy, happy and safe." He offers her a smile, squeezing her hand softly.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9997|Nikki (9997)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well if you want that, Nikki might just have to stay in one place and never go anywhere." Saying this with a little laugh and her free hand shifts to rub at her forehead some. "Nikki is all of those things, especially when she is with Tim. Things will be alright. It's just not safe in New York or Gotham these days...no matter how much the heroes fight to fix things, there will always be bad guys. Nikki will just have to be more careful."<br />
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:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake nods his head a bit to this and says "Well, I am glad your safe, and if you want can show ya a bit more or we can take a self defence class together." He offers and leans in kissing her cheek.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9997|Nikki (9997)}} has posed:'''<br>Nikki gives a little smile. "Either one sounds fine. Tim is a good teacher. But maybe we can both learn more in a class." She says this much and then grabs her phone, opening it to check a few things like emails and her messages. "Tournament in Germany coming up soon. Next month I think."<br />
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:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake hmms and nods a bit to this and says "Will have to figure out when, so I can make sure they know I will be out of town.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9997|Nikki (9997)}} has posed:'''<br>Nikki blinks. "You mean... you want to come with me?" Sounding a little surprised at that, but she also smiles as if excited about the prospect. "Are you sure you can afford the time off?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake nods his head and says "It pays to be the boss." He paraphrases the Mel Brooks line "Besides most of my work I can do virtual, so should not be to bad, might even be able to write it off as a business trip if we visit some of our holdings in Germany.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9997|Nikki (9997)}} has posed:'''<br>Nikki tilts her head. "Oh that would be interesting. Maybe we can do some cross work with them..." Saying this as she considers it for a moment before giving a smile. "I could even do a couple days extra before or after the tournament to work in business..." A pause. "And maybe a little pleasure."<br />
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:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake smiles and says "Have you ever got to do any sight seeing while in Germany before?<br />
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:'''{{#var:9997|Nikki (9997)}} has posed:'''<br>Nikki shakes her head. "Not very much. But I hear there are a few sights to see in Germany...and maybe we could visit a couple other countries while we're there..." She blushes a little. "If you want anyway..."<br />
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:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake nods his head a bit to this and says "Could probably set up maybe a month's tour of different facilities, which would give us time to hit a few places. Have to set up where we want to go with it."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9997|Nikki (9997)}} has posed:'''<br>"You are just full of surprises. I would love that...especially with you." Nikki says this and then leans up and over to offer Tim a gentle kiss. "I love you. Thanks for being here with me.."<br />
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:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake smiles and kisses her back as he says "A team of wild horses could not have kept me away hon." He offers with a gentle hug<br />
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:'''{{#var:9997|Nikki (9997)}} has posed:'''<br>A nurse comes in a few minutes later. "Just coming to check stats and give you a little more pain medication. How are you feeling?" To which Nikki replies, "Feeling well. Thank you." Then the nurse looks to Tim and smiles. "Anything we can bring for either of you? Some blankets? Have you been served food yet?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake looks over and says "I think I am good, but if Nikki needs anything special let me know, and if you guys have a problem getting it, I can make a few calls." Yea he is putting on the rich guy facade a bit there have to keep it up<br />
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:'''{{#var:9997|Nikki (9997)}} has posed:'''<br>"If you're going to stay here, Tim, won't you need a blanket?" Then Nikki smiles and considers another option that she'll voice once the nurse is gone. "I think they're giving Nikki the good drugs. She might fall asleep soon..."<br />
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:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake looks over and says "I might need one a bit later, I guess bringing one might not be a bad idea just to be safe and maybe a pillow.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9997|Nikki (9997)}} has posed:'''<br>The nurse nods and smiles. "Of course. I can also show you how to make the bench over there pull out into a bed. It's not the most comfortable, but maybe we can work on that a little bit for you. I'll be back in a moment with those items." Then she notes some things on the computer and turns to head out the room. Nikki takes a slow breath and glances around the room. "It will be nice to leave the hospital tomorrow. Places like this sometimes give me the ick..."<br />
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:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake smiles and says "Well, I am here to fight off the ick." He stands and looks around and grabs one of the markers, and acts like it is a sword "En guard Ick."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9997|Nikki (9997)}} has posed:'''<br>Nikki laughs out again and shakes her head some. "You're a goof...I love it..." Then she lies back in bed for a moment, letting her eyes close. "Mmn... butterflies..."<br />
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:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake smiles and will watch her sleep and will draw some butterflies on her board, and while she is asleep, he will see if he can bring a special little robot side kick to her, and if so will ask Alfred to pick him up and bring him to them<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16122/A_Bet%27s_a_Bet.&diff=33176&oldid=016122/A Bet's a Bet.2024-03-26T21:38:08Z<p>Logan and Rogue go on a date trying to recapture the magic. A bet causes things to go awry.</p>
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|Date of Scene=2024/03/13<br />
|Location=Cosmic Bowling, Salem Center<br />
|Synopsis=Logan and Rogue go on a date trying to recapture the magic. A bet causes things to go awry.<br />
|Cast of Characters=202, 16<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br> Logan will give Rogue the address of where to meet him. Bowling. Cosmic Bowling. And Logan will be waiting inside. Wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, a red button up shirt. A dark brown cowboy hat rests atop of his head. He wears a pair of rental bowling shows. "Figured you'd wanna wager in somethin' other than cards. Figured you'd say I cheat," he says trying to be playful, but the tone may not come across that way. <br><br> "Got a few rules before we begin," he says knowing that this is a curveball. All the black lighting with the It's just a mixture of all the colors that most people would think this annoys logan. Still, Rogue wanted to spend more time. Logan couldn't go to the same things they've always done. So, he tried to think outside of the box a little bit.<br />
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:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:'''<br>Rogue arrives at the bowling center and makes her way inside to find Logan looking like a rugged lumberjack - only cleaned up some - and wearing rental bowling shoes. She arches a brow and lets out a soft laugh. "You prolly oughta be worried about -me- cheatin' at cards..." Then she turns to the attendant to request her size in shoes, exchanging her own shoes for them as often happens before walking to a nearby bench to put them on.<br><br>"Bowlings already got enough rules, you gonna add more? Alright, cowboy, lay 'em on me..." Saying this, looking up at him with a grin, before she looks down for a moment to concentrate on the shoe tying. "Also, I still ain't sure what I wanna bet on. Money's no good between us...I suppose we could bet on who gets to pick the next date night...less you can think of somethin' better..."<br />
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:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br> A chuckle comes from Logan as Rogue talks about her cheating in cards. So, he looks at her for a moment. "Yer powers. I know ya can take the heaviest ball here n' turn it into a canon. Could always make ya wear a power dampener. Make it sucky skill against not as sucky skill," he looks at the woman curiously. Unsure how she would like this one for a moment. <br><br> Logan smirks, "Nothin' I'd say in public," comments on the bet and leaves those words just hang there. Oh, she could totally pounce on them, question things, anything like that. It's there for to either leave or take.<br />
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:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:'''<br>Rogue raises a brow. "You really think I'd hurl a bowling ball like that? C'mon. Whadda ya take me for?" She shakes her head then before holding up both her hands. "But I can't help it if I need to use a -slightly- heavier ball -because- of my powers. Not -with- my powers." Though even the idea of wearing a dampener makes her stare daggers at Logan. "Don't ever joke about that, Logan. It's not cute, nor funny, nor fair." Saying this much as she stands and motions. "Which lane?"<br><br>If she really wanted to, she'd cold shoulder him for a little bit just for that comment alone. But they're trying to make up for lost time so she'll let it slide. This once. At what he comments considering bets, she does shoot a look back at him with a grin attached. "Meh. I want somethin' tangible. Betting sex isn't interesting cause the sex is -already- interesting."<br />
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:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br> "No. I don't think ya would. Just sayin' ya could," Logan says knowing she wouldn't. However, that icy cold stare makes him just shut up. He knew that is a bad idea, but maybe not so bad. Then rogue's stare reminded him that's a really really really bad idea. <br><br> Logan will think about it. "Alright. I'll buy a trophy. Ya think of somethin' we can bet on next time. Then we'll think of somethin' the third time if needed, winner gets the trophy," Logan says offering that one out there. A fun competition. Well, turning dates into almost a decathalon. "What do ya say? Gloatin' rights someone can always point at."<br />
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:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:'''<br>Rogue shrugs and smirks. "Alright. Best out of three. You're on." Saying this much as they make their way to whichever lane they're bowling on. She does grab a 14lb bowling ball, lifting it like it's nothing but a feather. "Also and aside, did Charles disappear again? I haven't seen him in his office or anywhere around school." Wondering if, maybe, Logan knew something she didn't regarding the professor's whereabouts. After another moment she looks to Logan, then to the bar area and back to Logan. "Bowl a few rounds then grab some grub? Loser pays the bill?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br> Logan picked the lane number nine, just because its' the one available. "I ain't seen him," he says with sadness in his voice He pushes past that for a moment. "Alright. Side bet to the main one. Yer on," he says looking at her for a moment. "Ladies first," he says just letting her go up. He'll sit at the terminal and look at her. "What do ya want yer name to be?" People liked to come up with creative names in a very small amount of letters. Logan's not sure if Rogue is one of those people.<br />
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:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:'''<br>"Just make it Rogue. Should fit..." Rogue says this and then waits, because the names have to be in and set for the game to officially start and the board begin taking score. Once Logan has it all set up. Then she steps up to the line, seems to aim things out well and moves to take her first throw. It looks alright until the ball is halfway down and then it veeeers off to the left and hits the gutter. "God-fucking-damnit..." Yeah. Rogue is definitely -not- a bowler. It takes too much concentration for her to NOT use her powers when throwing something remotely heavy.<br><br>Second throw, little better, she gets about 3 pins off the corner. "Maybe a lighter ball...."<br />
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:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br> So the computer says "Rge" and "Bst" and then he watches the first throw. Gutter. And Logan just laughs. "Maybe these bets ain't so bad," he smirks at her. Everything is all fine in his world. And then the second throw shuts him up a little bit. <br><br> Grabbing his own ball, it's light but not feeling like a feather-shaped orb. His gaze focused on the lane. Step. Step. Step. Throw...Gutter. <br><br>" DAMN IT!" Logan snarls a bit and just lives with the shame of this throw. <br><br> He just waits to eat crow and he grabs his ball. Just a hurried and angry motion. Throw. "CLCK-CLCK-CLCK-CLCK" the noise begins as all of the neon pins go down and the computer bares a Spare symbol. "Dumb luck," he says thinking it's that more than anything else.<br />
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:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:'''<br>"Dumb luck indeed..." Rogue says this and then shakes her head. "Why does your name look like a short hand of Beast?" Asking this with a laugh. "Or is that supposed to be best?" Winking at him as she sets up for her next throw. This time, she knocks down about half the pins and does a little dance. Then the ball returns and she makes her second throw. Nothing but air. And gutter. And Rogue huffs a little. "Did I ever tell you I actually really hate bowling?" But she's smiling as she says it. "You're making it fun tho..."<br />
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:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br> "Only behind closed doors," Logan says about the name "Beast" with a knowing smirk. Then he watches her get half the pins down. Logan genuinely smiles at her little dance. Then he gets up and starts to go for his ball, "No. Ya didn't," Logan looks at her for a moment and then he gets his own ball. <br><br> Step. Step. Toss. And like Rogue before him, Logan knocks down the other pins. He doesn't dance. Just a simple simple arm bend and bringit inward. At least he doesn't yell "Yes"! <br><br> Then he waits for the ball to go down. And he takes a few steps. Does another thro wand the other half of the pins fall. Logan looks back at Rogue, "Am I still makin' it fun?" he knows that his score is pulling away from hers quickly.<br />
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:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:'''<br>A few more frames. Some are half pins, some are full gutters, she gets ONE strike and a spare. In the end of things, there's little shimmy dances when she knocks down pins and cursing when she misses them entirely. After it's all said and done, and her final frame is bowled, she'll move to sit down and crosses one leg over the other. "I mean, you're gonna have to pull off a -miracle- to beat me now..." Which is totally a lie and full of sarcasm since he's ahead by so many points anyway.<br />
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:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br> Logan's actually doing -okay-. Is it better than Rogue? Yes. Yes it is. Still, he'll get half of the pins. Another spare there. There's even a couple of strikes. It causes his score to go up, but it's kind of all over the place. A little rise, big rise, a little rise. <br><br> Then there's the last frame, "One miracle comin' up," Logan tries and another frame knocking down half of the pins. Next frame a spare! And because it's frame ten, he gets an extra shot. While it's not a strike, a good eight pins go down. It's the final nail in Rogue's metaphorical coffin. <br><br> "Looks like I won Dinner n' I'm a ahead one-nothin'," Logan smirks and holds out a hand for Rogue to join him. Yes, it's salt in the wound, but he honestly had fun.<br />
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:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:'''<br>Rogue smirks and stands, taking the offered hand. "You did and you are. Also, to answer your earlier question, yes. You still made it fun." Then she looks to the bar-type area and tilts her head. "Really shit greasy bar food ooooor...." She motions towards the exit. "Somewhere better that we know and love? I mean, I don't mind either way, but since the bill is on me, this is your chance to get something real good for free..."<br />
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:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br> "Some place we know," Logan says looking at her. A smirk pulls at his lips as he watches her for a moment. "Surprise me wit' where yer thinkin'," this way the hit her wallet takes may not need to be so bad. His gaze stays on her for a moment. He watches her curiously for a few moments.<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16123/Interlude:_Odd_questions_by_the_hearth&diff=33175&oldid=016123/Interlude: Odd questions by the hearth2024-03-26T21:36:59Z<p>A theory about the Order of history and motivations of the Celestial Host, turns out to be the equivalent of Spring Break. Oh well! It's nice to view the cosmos in the comfort of one's own living room tho.</p>
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|Date of Scene=2024/03/13<br />
|Location=Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville<br />
|Synopsis=A theory about the Order of history and motivations of the Celestial Host, turns out to be the equivalent of Spring Break. Oh well! It's nice to view the cosmos in the comfort of one's own living room tho.<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>The night can be long. It's particularly bothersome when you cannot or do not need to sleep. But resting can vary depending on your perspective; intense focus and pondering slow thoughts can each have thier own respite for an active mind. Contemplating eyelids is often a good way, as is well known, for sorting out pernicketty problems. <br><br>But it's not a nap at the moment, it's the hearthside and an indoor under-the-stars wine drinking session on a sheepskin rug on the floor. The heavens are showing a fantastic display of the birth of a miniature star from one of the rings of saturn exploding some energy. It isn't due to last, but it's quite a fascinating thing to observe.<br><br>From the comfort of your own home...<br><br>"I've been thinking about Michael..." comes Sin's voice after a bit. Not the most romantic of things to say to the older twin in that particular scenario, is it?<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer is mid-sip of wine and watching space explode when Nathaniel says those words. He doesn't choke on his drink per se, but there's a definite hitch in the giddy up of his drinking. They had been laying there, under the stars, watching live time of space events when this happens. "You have?" Asking this as he glances over to his lover. There could be a million and one reasons why his twin brother is on the Doctor's mind. Michael has been trying to turn over a new leaf. If two attempts at coming and offering olive branches and apologies count as new leaf turning.<br><br>It's not even that Lucifer is against his brother actually becoming a trusted member of the choir. It's just that the twinned archangel has to hold himself against eons of actions taken against Lucifer. All the moments of spitting in his face, or turning of the back. Of mocks and ridicules... of trying to come and force him back to hell after he decided to give up the crown. Only to end up sort of ruling Hell and vacationing on Earth at the same time.<br><br>There's a breath, and a wait, because he's already sort of asked for more detail.<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"Yes," -- oh, there's a lot of reasons indeed and judging by the mild frown as his gaze travels over the growing ring of bright that heralds the explosion of hydrogen in deep space and the burning of all that detritus, Sinister chews on his cheek. He sips at his own wine, whetting the whistle.<br><br>"Given how much of a daddy's good little soldier he's attempted to be over the millenia, I've been striving to understand why he'd break one of the cardinal rules of Heaven and mingle with a mortal woman. Some of that nonsense is practically apocryphal." More cheek chewing.<br><br>"So I had a look back at old theology texts, then looked over the microfiches in my own mind library, to see if there was anything to cross reference. I'm baffled, in a confabulatory sort of fashion."<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer lofts a brow and takes another sip of wine, sitting up just a bit more as he floats over all necessary items for cigarette smoking. He lights two and offers one over. "Are you baffled because of the aforementioned conundrum of wondering why Daddy's Good Little Soldier Boy would mingle... or because you actually - maybe - found a reason why but you can't comprehend it?" Asking this much and then he holds up a finger. "I'm not saying that last bit as a slight against you... you often discuss how you are baffled by the mystical, even when you are as close to it as you are by being with me." Explaining that much just to make sure Nathaniel doesn't defend himself against such words.<br><br>"Honestly if you've found any clue as to why, I would love to know. I would also like to point out that even tho I know he broke a rule, he went against Dad, I haven't held that over his head. Nor reminded him constantly that he broke a rule and still gets to remain within the kingdom while my path will for ever and always keep me out." He huffs a bit. Drinks. And smokes.<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>Sinister takes the cigarette, chuckling softly as he props himself up on one arm. He shifts so he's facing the lord of Hell, looking at him steadily for a while. "I know what you're getting at -- and honestly a lot of the mystic makes a weird sense, only in the fact that there are rules, they just seem intuitive, rather than logical. The feel, rather than the fact?" He shrugs his uppermost shoulder. <br><br>Ash is flicked. "It made me wonder if a lot of what he's done -to- you or against you, has been the equivalent of holding up a megaphone and yelling 'Look it's the goodyear blimp!' whilst trying to whisk evidence under the carpet. Point at the major transgression and maybe nobody will pay attention to your own? I don't know." He sniffs, looks over the heavens idly, then the devil. <br><br>"Jealousy is a lot of it, I suspect. But I think it might be other things, also. I mean, we'll never know without managing to pick apart his thought process, but..." he shrugs the shoulder up again. "According to my mind library, there were some odd references, mostly in zionism and the torrah, to the names of things and the power of that. And in those texts are also the counting of the Seraphim, of which you're one. You all got charged with duties, didn't you? In the beginning of things, when Him up there was trying to establish he's the one and only."<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer blinks, goes to say something, and then blinks again. "You know. That's a pretty solid theory and...would make sense in the end of all things." This as he takes another drag off his cigarette and flicks ashes. "Pretty much. Though it's interesting how the Lightbringer is the one who went all dark... and the darkened to be akin to the light..." He makes this offhand comment like it's supposed to mean something. Then he looks towards the balcony. "You know, we keep talking about him and his ears are going to burn and he's going to come down here and wonder why we're talking about him all of a sudden. And without his guard dog, I don't know if he'll survive the trip."<br><br>A shrug is given then as Lucifer looks up just as another brilliant flash of gas and elements surges in space. "Mmn, the Cat Eye nebula would be interesting to see. Or the Pillars of Creation. Ooh, we could even track comets this way, couldn't we?" Apparently, Lucifer is a space nut.<br><br>Who would of known?<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>Isn't it interesting that they have the cosmos in their living room ceiling now? Amazing that.<br><br>"Yes. Although four dimensional holoimaging bogs out sometimes with the computational algorhythms of that. It's why I've got the program dedicating to specifics and collating the material as it needs it." Computers fart when they're overloaded? Yes. Mayhap indeed.<br><br>"There's a reason though, why coming to an understanding, is called 'enlightenment' -- why we say 'shed light on it'. But well... he isn't darkness itself, per se. That's at the center of all things and /isn't/ you. That's called the Adversary, in the most ancient of texts, you and it got conflated quite a bit. Apples and oranges are both fruit, but they're not the same thing."<br><br>His cigarette gets a flick, a drag. "Seriously though. Raphael's his guard dog now? Hah. I have a feeling that ought to make some of them crow."<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer chuckles. "Well. I think whatever is making this happen is doing a fantastic job. And even if it cannot be a very clear, vibrant view...I still think the colors are beautiful no matter how they show up." Commenting this with a grin as he finishes his cigarette and his wine. "And I know he's not darkness itself... but things about him are dark... probably why he gets away with things here and there. When no one is watching... not even Dad."<br><br>Lucifer said what he said, and he meant it. How it's perceived by others is their own mind processing words.<br><br>Just as he's about to make another sort of joke about Raphael and being a guard dog, there's a bit of a whisp in the air. The sound of a breath or two and then Michael appears. This is, of course, probably the calmest entrance he has ever made - and the first time he sort of made his presence known before appearing. "Firstly, I reject the premise that Raphael is - in any way - a guard dog. For me or anyone else. Secondly. Why am I the sudden topic of conversation? Curiously speaking."<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"It is. It's a spectacular show -- I wonder if you actually see colours and light the same way. That's one of those things I can't ever know, without somehow being you, which isn't liable to happen..." a little refresher of the rich red ferment-of-grape is had a silent indulgence in the smoke to follow it and he's in the process of exhalation, when the 'whisper' comes. <br><br>There's a stir of echoes in that gesture and he looks about quizzically and skeptically for the movement where there should be none, only for the voice to announce who just arrived. <br><br>Michael is given a rather long regard, along with a fresh sip of wine, before there's any reply. Well, if he WILL come all interrupting...<br><br>"Just because you reject something, doesn't mean it is in fact untrue. Rejection just means a lack of desire to accept, not necessariy that this is an objective thing. Evening, Michael..." he looks over to Lucifer, then back. "...The shadows are deep. And I think I might have landed shy of the target, but close enough to it for the sake of things. I was debating why you, the 'good' son, broke the rules He set out. I think I have hypotheses you see, but it's all theory until proven, one way or another."<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Michael gives a little smirk and lifts a single shoulder in a shrug. "You're absolutely right. It is - I suppose - more opinion that I believe him not to be a guard dog of sorts. He does, however, seem to bring about a calm that helps us keep things civil these recent times." He says this much and then tilts his head at what Nathaniel says. "I would be interested in hearing your hypothesis before I provide you the answer."<br><br>Lucifer felt Michael before hearing him, but really didn't say much on the matter because soon enough Michael had appeared. He allows the exchange between Michael and Nathaniel before he sits up a bit. "Hello Michael. It's...good to see you." It's sincere, but it took a moment to get out of his mouth, perhaps while he was deciding where to land on how he feels about Michael showing up.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>"I do have to agree with Michael." A voice speaks up from over to the breakfast nook as a blond figure pulls out a chair. Raphael glances over to Lucifer and Sinister, giving a smile to them in greeting, "So many other terms that could have been used. Mediator perhaps? Hmm. Maybe that's more Gabriel's term-" <br><br>A finger lifts, "a-ha!" He points to Sinister. "How about... a consult? Or perhaps advisor?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>Sinister reaches for Lucifer's side, giving him a light touch on the flank, trailing a little vapour trail of cigarette smoke with it. He eases back afterwards, inhales again and flicks the ashes where the go in this particular company. And there's the 'watchdog'<br><br>"Raphael... consult works. Although second opinion wielder might be more accurate?" The gaze travels between all three Archangels, then the grey eyes reassume their truth and become red, the colour leeching form his skin to that porcelain white. His teeth are pleasantly ordinary shaped though. Good mood? Good mood. Another sip of wine. <br><br>"Well, He seems to like a sense of Order. Both in the way things are laid out with prime numbers and with heirarchy..." he makes a little stepped effect in the air with his cigarette and wineglass. "WHich puts the two at the beginning as being the twins. And in the order of things, you have what came -first- being Darkness..." he points the cigarette at Michael. "And /Then/ there was light..." to Lucifer. "Which first off, makes Michael older, probably by a fraction. And also gives his gift of his theurgic energy as being creation itself." And then to Lucifer, he gestures. "But light gives shape. Definition. You can shape, Lucifer. Make magic happen -- or a narrative -- or a direction. But you can't create someething from nothing. He wanted the two of you in harmony, at one point and I wonder what went wrong along the way that creation and the shaping of it all, got into an enormous argument."<br><br>Sucking on his cigarette, he gestures at Michael again. "But you can't shape. The children of the dragon... /can/. Except that they're annoyingly mortal, most of them. And you threw them into the deep end, by your bloodline, being able to both create -and- shape. They've been hunted across existence. Haven't they?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer glances behind himself a bit when he hears Raphael speaking words, and gives his brother a half smirk and a chuckle. "Consult is good I suppose. Or the one who levels heads." Agreeing with what Nathaniel said to a point and then adding his own twist to things. Though he isn't sure what more he can add to the conversation at this time and just listens to what Nathaniel says and then turns his gaze to Michael.<br><br>"So your theory is that I deliberately messed with a particular line? I didn't know what I was getting into at the time. It was a time of sabbatical. Several of us had taken forms and come down to Earth to mingle, listen, learn." He says this and then takes a breath. "We heard stories all the time. The tales of the Nephalim. So I decided to leave a mark. I just didn't realize how much of a mark I was leaving." He goes silent then, perhaps thinking back on those times for a moment, and a soft smile forms on his lips. "It wasn't done in malice...that much I can promise."<br><br>"Your promises don't go very far with this group yet, Michael..." Lucifer warns, but then says, "But I believe you."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>"Ah but secondary opinion is STILL a consult." Raphael points out, apparently not at all concerned about the dog comment. "And it's quicker to say." <br><br>Being that the discussion appears to be revolving around the twins and a general theory, Raphael drifts to silence, listening to the discussion. Hearing the 'Children of the dragon' comment, he blinks, looking over to Michael. Despite the general confirmation, there's no look of surprise.<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>Sinister draws himself further up onto his elbow, then to a seated half-curl, so he might comfortably look at all three siblings. <br><br>The fact that Lucifer believes, is perhaps telling. "Huh," well, that's vexing. Blissful happenstance and by chance getting your end away, seems somehow less... Graceful? Probably. <br><br>It was so good it ends up happening twice. "Huh!" a little more surprised seeming, this time.<br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Michael notes the sort of silence in the room only broken twice by Nathaniel's huhs. He takes a little breath in and then looks between everyone. "So something about me hooking up with the Dragon line millenia ago is affecting Nick somehow? I thought it was the reason why we're all sort of tied to him as Saints..." He lifts a hand to scratch at his head a moment. "Mmn. I owe him an apology. For a few things. I can add that to the list I guess..." <br><br>"Well. Now that we're all here and being friendly, who wants to watch the cosmos do cosmic things? Live before your very eyes...likely in ways even dad couldn't show us..." Lucifer interjects with a whole new subject.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>"It would explain much." Raphael comments, "It's likely the union with the O hEigneachain line that cemented it. Otherwise this conversation would have been had much earlier than now." <br><br>As Lucifer brings up the star show, he nods, looking over to Michael. "Ooh this should be good."<br />
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:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>Sinister clucks his tongue, looking askance for a few moments, at absolutely nothing. Then, rather obliquely, he flexes his shoulders with a reach-around of his free hand, to grab something by the lack-of-existence. He returns with a feather in his fingertips, all black with the red underglow and just a little fringe of gold. It's still there. And once again, for good measure: "Huh."<br><br>Then with the topic change and the other observations made, he glances at the trio once again, then lays himself back on the sheepskin, cigarette surrendered as he extends one hand to the 'heavens' and makes them all... dance.<br><br>The nebulae, the pillars of creation, a swirl and a sweep through the spiral arm of this galaxy, then the horse-head... where all the colours dance.<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16124/Get_In_the_Quinjet_and_No_One_Gets_Hurt&diff=33174&oldid=016124/Get In the Quinjet and No One Gets Hurt2024-03-26T21:36:08Z<p>Alexander gets kidnapped! Okay, not really.</p>
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|Date of Scene=2024/03/13<br />
|Location=Food Court, The Triskelion<br />
|Synopsis=Alexander gets kidnapped! Okay, not really.<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:9664|Phobos (9664)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I am starving." Wilson's words were given as he sat down at the table with the rest of the team, punctuated by the clatter of his plastic tray as he set it down, jostling the jello cup on top of it.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The rest of the Tactical Team looked up and smiled. Agent Melnitz grinned crookedly as she made a face, "You're always starving. It's like the first thing you say in the morning, and the last thing you say before you leave for the day."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Well duh, there are like three meals in a day, it is a recurring starvation."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which caused some smirks to be seen from around the crew. "You can have my jello if you want, Wilson." Alexander's voice was calm and at ease even as he slid the small cup across the way with the faint sound of plastic scraping on the table.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"See, good to know the only member of our team that cares is Aaron. Thanks, buddy."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Alex lifts his soda in salute.<br />
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:'''{{#var:93|Natasha Romanoff (93)}} has posed:'''<br>The petite figure that arrived through the entry door wasn't imposing in the least. She wasn't very tall but she was attractive, in a conventional sort of way. Her red hair was cut short, sort of a boyish style, but there was no mistaking her such. She was definitely a woman with that form. The SHIELD uniform didn't really hide her from view either, tailored perfectly. She scanned the room a moment then made a beeline toward the tactical team at the table. More precisely, toward Agent Aaron at that table. <br><br>"Glad to catch you before you finished up," she said by way of greeting before giving a nod to the various others. "Pardon the interruption," she added. Since it was the way to be polite. Then she as looking back at Alexander. <br><br>"You've been assigned to me for the next week. A Quinjet is waiting though if you would like to go get some personal belongings, you have time before our flight is scheduled to depart."<br><br>She sounded all business. Nothing to give away this was not actually work related. Except one thing. Alexander knew that, due to their relationship, he was never assigned to her. With her perhaps with someone else running an op but he never was under Natasha directly.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9664|Phobos (9664)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was an interesting social exhibition in a way. Whenever the Black Widow would move into different social circles, through the sphere of interaction between teams and agents. People had noticed it before, commented on it. The way that as soon as she entered their sphere of awareness how SHIELD agents would all tighten up slightly, focus, straighten up. Like an area of effect weapon, the closer people were to her the more professional they presented themselves. It was evident when Wilson had been about to dig into his jello cup and instead he very pointedly picked up his fork and started to chop at his salisbury steak with a very business-like precision. Or when Melnitz sat up a little higher and coughed slightly.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Agent Aaron even wasn't immune to it, for when she approached his back straightened up a little as he lifted his head to meet the Avenger Agent's eyes. "For the week?"<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Those three words are all he says at first, but then he nods as she goes on to elaborate. He checks the small display on his wrist as he brings the time to illumination and nods. "I'll be there in fifteen. Gear I have with me should suffice." No hint of warmth in his eyes, pure professionalism.<br />
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:'''{{#var:93|Natasha Romanoff (93)}} has posed:'''<br>"Seven days. Or maybe eight. Depends on how it goes," she added. Natasha wasn't immune to the effect she caused. She could see the way the people would react. It just still seemed strange to her. Certainly she was a bit more mysterious than most of the agents, she wasn't assigned on a specific tactical squad where that comraderie would developed. She was always the outsider. Throw in her reputation as the Black Widow and an Avenger? It just happened. Much as she might wish to prevent it.<br><br>"Do you have your passport?"<br><br>It let him know this was not an undercover op of any sort. For if it was, they would provide him with a false identity and all the papers to go with it. Instead, he was going to need his actual passport.<br />
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:'''{{#var:9664|Phobos (9664)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That caused his eyebrows to rise, then he nodded as he pointed at her as if to emphasize the first word he says. "That." A momemnt, "I will have to go get." Since he expected the possibility of going to other countries in an official capacity, and his SHIELD ID would serve for that. Going as himself... that requires a passport.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Again he checks the display on his wrist and says, "I can be back in 30." He's already starting to rise, but just enough for him to... distribute the rest of his food to his tablemates and then slide over toward the tray return.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Most of his squad looks on with open curiousity, though Wilson does lay claim to the errant jello cup by picking it up and putting it on his own tray.<br />
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:'''{{#var:93|Natasha Romanoff (93)}} has posed:'''<br>That earned a terse nod from Agent Romanoff. "Thirty minutes. I'll be waiting."<br><br>"Pack warm," were her last words to him as she watched him redistribute his food around to the others. THen she turned and walked away even as he was moving to put up his tray. Which is when she spoke to him oh-so-quietly now that they were out of the earshot of his teammates. <br><br>"Passport and a bag are in the quin but I wasn't sure if you would want something else. If you wanted to check it first. I'll make myself scarce until closer to time though." She gave him a mischievious grin. "And I really did get permission to take you away for a week. That part wasn't an elaboration."<br />
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:'''{{#var:9664|Phobos (9664)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What the squad saw was Agent Romanoff intercepting him on his way back to the table, and the way she spoke to him so matter-of-factly, it was evident in her body language. They had no inlking about that small grin. And with how they were standing her face couldn't be seen. But his could. So his response was a short nod and then a terse pair of words simply saying, "Roger tthat."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though back at the table Melnitz pipes up, "They are totally dating."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Wilson and Bauer looks back at her, the two men squinting at each other, then back. "Well, that's the rumor but... I'm not seeing it."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"A woman knows," Agent Melnitz says with feigned sagacity.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which has Bauer smirking and replying, "Yeah, that's why there are so many single moms running around out there."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Asshole." Is the simple rejoinder she gives in return.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though that's the moment when Alexander and Natasha part ways. The young Olympian walking back to scoop up his gear pack from next to his seat. "Alright guys, seeya."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Seeya, Aaron. Try not to get shot."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"No promises."<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16125/When_the_Ranger_is_the_prey&diff=33173&oldid=016125/When the Ranger is the prey2024-03-26T21:35:30Z<p>Dracula find Kimberly at a club and uses his mental abilites to make her do his will, then summon her to his home.</p>
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|Location=A high end night club.<br />
|Synopsis=Dracula find Kimberly at a club and uses his mental abilites to make her do his will, then summon her to his home.<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1308|Dracula (1308)}} has posed:'''<br> The city houses a lot of clubs. No matter where one looks, there is another. This one is loud, but not seedy. The people are dancing, but not being too handsy. Well maybe a few are. <br><br> Dracula remains in the back in a dark booth. He studies those around with interest. He must be on the hunt tonight otherwise why would be be here? <br />
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:'''{{#var:322|Kimberly (322)}} has posed:'''<br> A night out with the girls, victory celebrations, Kimberly had actually been willing to come along to this one. With a few more medals around their necks from the most recent efforts, Kim and her teammates had gotten dressed up for a night out and after a text message to Trini, she'd joined her 'other' teammates that she didn't spend time punching monsters with. <br><br> Wrapped in her black dress, her pink lipgloss and hairties along with the heels to match, Kim was out on the dance floor among her girls rather quickly, intent on having a good time!<br />
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:'''{{#var:1308|Dracula (1308)}} has posed:'''<br> Dracula watches people come and go with passing interest. Prey is prey and tonight will be no different. No different that is until the lovely Kimberly enters the club. <br><br> His eyes study her for a time, taking in the outfit and the woman within it. So the night will be interesting after all. He smiles, to anyone looking that isn't a terribly comfortable sight. <br />
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:'''{{#var:322|Kimberly (322)}} has posed:'''<br> A familier sight now perhaps, the empowered human girl, the Pink Ranger even if she was doing her best to be normal. She was dancing, she was laughing, she was chatting with one of the other girls. Partway through a story from a blonde team member who was explaining how she was -sure- she was going to faceplant during her floor routine, Kimberly's gaze looks up as a shiver rolls down her spine. Instincts of danger perhaps, even if it was hard to place in a place like this.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1308|Dracula (1308)}} has posed:'''<br> The Lord of Vampires reaches out with his mind and tickles her will a little. He presses for her to dance, faster and harder. When their eyes meet across the room his will drives into hers. He smiles and the word,"Dance." croses his lips. <br />
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:'''{{#var:322|Kimberly (322)}} has posed:'''<br> A previous encounter and a little deviousness had left that chink in her 'armor', a spot where he could press that will against hers and subtly nudge. It was nothing right? She was on-edge because this was uncommong, but there were no vampiric hordes, clay monsters or alien attacks here tonight. <br><br> A shake of her head and Kimberly turned back to her friends, a little laugh and a refusal of a drink offered before she twirled and swayed, falling into the flow of the music as she returned to the dance floor and began to move and dance with the abandon of someone who knew what she was doing...and cared for little else but the enjoyment it for at least a little while.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1308|Dracula (1308)}} has posed:'''<br> Adrenaline is a great tool in the hunt. It cleanses the blood, making it far more pallatable. Dracula continues to watch her dance, enjoying the movements of the lithe gymnast. <br><br> He rises from his seat finally and walks towards the exit. As he reaches the door, he looks over the gathering. His eyes glow red for a moment, beckoning the Ranger to him and he steps out into the waiting night. Rather than waiting for her at her home, he puts a suggestion to her to find a castle like structure with an idea of how to get there. <br />
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:'''{{#var:322|Kimberly (322)}} has posed:'''<br> Later, Kim's friends would complain to her about how she seemed to go home early, before they really got into drinks and celebration. Maybe they'd think her a stick in the mud, or maybe they'd respect that the girl from Angel Grove seemed to really dedicate effort to being healthy and looking after her body. If only they knew how often she was in mortal peril. <br><br> Still, whatever might come later, Kimberly's dancing would eventually come to an end as the compulsion to leave hit her, her fairwell's said and her phone in her hand as she dreamily offered some half-formed excuse about needing to go and slipped out into the night.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1308|Dracula (1308)}} has posed:'''<br> Returning to his castle home, Dracula waits to Kimberly to arrive. It is not exactly a castle, but is old in design and structure. Immaculate, but not something that seems normal in the modern day. <br><br> The door is opened by a well dressed woman who motions her to enter. She leads Kimberly into the house and to the room where her master waits,"Good evening Kimberly. Welcome to my home."<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16126/Dark_Willow:_Getting_the_fix.&diff=33172&oldid=016126/Dark Willow: Getting the fix.2024-03-26T20:30:35Z<p>Willow get another fix from the magic dealer.</p>
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|Date of Scene=2024/03/15<br />
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|Synopsis=Willow get another fix from the magic dealer.<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> Walking into the area, it look like any other dead end blind alley. For anyone with mystical sight or the ability to sense dimentional non-sense it is clear there is something very different about this plain, blind alley. <br><br> Stepping through the glamour, it ripples around the body and exposes one last building. The front room is empty, old magazines laying on a cheap coffee table. Tacky, mismatched furniture provides the seating area for waiting. <br />
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:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:'''<br>Willow argued with herself - should she, or shouldn't she. For days she was a good little witch, ignoring the whispers in her mind. But the more she ignored them, the louder they became, until they were the only thing she could concentrate on niggling at her. Tempting her. Taunting her. Until..<br><br>She found her steps going down a nondescript alley surreptitiously.<br><br>Willow was not proud of herself, but in the end she had no choice. None whatsoever. It was like her body had a brain all to itself. And that brain wanted a fix.<br><br>Slinking into the office front she looked around for the receptionist. Very quietly, she asked, "Do you take drop ins?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> The receptionist continues to stare at the book. At a second glance she flickers like a bad tv signal, also a glamour. However, when she speaks the door opens and the glamour points towards the door without even looking up. <br><br> Beyond the door, the room is warmly lit. The floor is covered with pillows and Rack is sitting in the middle. He is shirtless, loose fitting trousers, and his eyes stare at the ceiling at something,"Strawberry." he mutters softly and raises a hand, then curls a finger to motion her to him. <br />
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:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:'''<br>Willow was ashamed. Once the door opens, she fairly ran to it. More like a fast shuffle, but in the end, shuffle or run, it was the same. She didn't even say thank-you to the glamour - something that she always did. (Just because we know they aren't real, they don't and it would be rude to treat them less than people!)<br><br>Willow was.. a special kind of woman.<br><br>"Sage and strawberries." She blurts out the fragrances that she wears. "Sage is the one people don't get."<br><br>Even though she may or may not have advanced on Rack, she found her feet doing there on thing. Until she stood barely a foot away. "I want to feel free again. Powerful. I need to."<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> "You taste like strawberries." he replies to her and finally blinks and focuses on her. A moment of consideration and he nods,"You are right though. Sage and strawberry fragrances." <br><br> He pats the pillows beside him and sits up. He crosses his legs and tells her,"If you want to feel it, then lay down and I will give what you want. A taste for a taste." he continues. <br />
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:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:'''<br>When Rage mentions that she /does/ really smell like sage as well as strawberries, she blushes. "Only my shampoo has a scent. The sage is because I carry it around so often, or buy it, the smell just stays around me."<br><br>Taking a seat, "Will it be the same?" In truth, Willow was hoping it would be more vivid. More powerful. More out there, as if she could take on the world. "What do I do?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> "Lay down and relax." he replies. He's focused on things, tasting her energies already,"The energy follows you as well." <br><br> "It will be the same and different. Each time you come in, the intensities rise." he explains,"If you want something more, well that might be possible..." <br><br> The innuendo is impossible to miss. His eyes leering over her form for a moment. <br />
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:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:'''<br>Lay down.<br><br>She could do that.<br><br>The same, but different. That was odd. But his innuendo that caught her attention. "What do you mean by.. can be arranged?"<br><br>She couldn't.. could she? No.. he must mean something else. But what? More of her power? She still was on the fence about how much she possessed. Would he want some permanently? Was that even possible? And if she gave him some, wouldn't that mean she would be less. But didn't he crave power that he could feel vicariously.<br><br>He wouldn't ask for it permanently? Would he??<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> "There are many ways to make the power more intense." he replies. Instead of expounding, she feels the wash of his power over her. She also feels her body leave the pillows and float into the air. <br><br> His power caresses her body like a lover. Normally Willow might be a little embarassed, but right now she feels a rush of power the likes of which she's never felt. <br><br> The rush comes from within. He just turns her power up to 11 and his feeding on the power corrupts the energy that enter him and reaches back towards the source. <br />
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:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:'''<br>By the time she was floating, feeling her power? She doesn't care.<br><br>The feeling over her body was not only him as a lover, but the intense feeling bubbling out from her left her on the else of orgasm. A feeling that Willow was sure she liked.. at the same time it accentuated every little bit of the high.<br><br>To hell with Rack. Willow was floating on power, and it was so intense she wanted.. something.<br><br>What though?<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> The power continues to wash over her, invading her nerve endings and teasing her every pleasure. The power increases, Rack finding the center of power, the primal area where the darkness lives. <br><br> She starts to spin in lazy circles, making the power ebb and flow from just there to nothing exists except her power. <br />
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:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:'''<br>The power. Oh god, the power.<br><br>At first she was awash with it. And she would have been happy to stop right there. How could there be more than that?<br><br>She was wrong.<br><br>Once she allowed herself to stretch to her apparent limits.. She discovered a whole new vista of power that was hers. A dark power, it was true. But hers nonetheless. And all she needed to have that power..<br><br>..was..<br><br>..to open up herself and welcome it.<br><br>It was hers. She knew that. She felt it. It was like seeing herself in a mirror for the first time. And for a moment she stood at the precipice of who she was versus what she could be and had to decide..<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> That's when temptation is the worst. When she is trying to decide, the darkness reaches for her. There is a promise for absoulte power and limitless strength. <br><br> Rack plucks the harp strings, driving her to the edges of pleasure as well as power. More power than anything else. Like a master concert violinist, he plays with her. <br />
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:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:'''<br>NO!<br><br>Willow struggles back to reality, gasping for breath. "Too much.." She repeats over and over again.<br><br>Her eyes are dark. Her skin is flushed. Her hair was streaked was black.<br><br>Scrabbling for purchase, finally she makes it up, and to the door, and flings it open. Before hurrying out.<br><br>All the while muttering.. "It's too much.."<br />
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:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''<br> When she finally makes the effort to escape, the power lets her back to the ground. When she runs out, he merely licks his lips and smiles,"Strawberries. You have such a strength." he muses to himself and sighs. <br><br> Once she is gone, another young woman walks in and the whole thing starts over again. He really is an evil bastard if you look at him closely.<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16127/Just_A_Hijacked_Convoy:_Nothing_To_See_Here&diff=33171&oldid=016127/Just A Hijacked Convoy: Nothing To See Here2024-03-26T20:30:01Z<p>In their first meeting, Juggernaut dispenses some 'words of wisdom' to a Green Lantern seeking to put a stop to his heist.</p>
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|Date of Scene=2024/03/17<br />
|Location=The Midwest<br />
|Synopsis=In their first meeting, Juggernaut dispenses some 'words of wisdom' to a Green Lantern seeking to put a stop to his heist.<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>A military convoy making its way through 'middle of nowhere' U.S.A. on its way to an installation - nothing unusual there.<br><br>A military convoy making its way through 'middle of nowhere' U.s.A&gt; on its way to an installation while ferrying experimental tech developed by S.T.A.R. labs? That's -something- a little more unusual.<br><br>A military convoy---well yada yada yada...it's been already attacked by mercenaries employed by A.I.M. and is...no longer enroute to said installation. Now -that- is indeed rather more exciting now isn't it?<br><br>Indeed, some miles outside of a Springfield Illinois, a group of hired and heavily armed thugs descended upon this convoy as it made its way along the highways. A massive armored semi-truck was the true target of their efforts with various armed escorts working alongside them. When the mercenaries descended upon them from a drop ship - the battle was swift, fierce and sudden...and for once A.I.M. had hired some solid fighters as they took the convoy, taking hostages of the army officers and loading them into one of hte armored trucks while taking command of the semi itself to turn it towards a designated point for pick up...and payment.<br><br>It doesn't help that riding in the semi truck now is...some added security measures..just in case things go wrong. With barely a few miles to go..things seem well in hand.<br />
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:'''{{#var:7436|Tyran'tar (7436)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tyran'tar had been stationed on earth to act as Green Lantern while the native lanterns were off on a mission. Word of the heist reached his ring and he adjusted his course. Finding it was relatively easy thanks to the ring's advanced AI and he flew overhead practically silently. He wills a massive wall in front of the vehicles, causing them to stop.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He flies infront of the Semi and amplifies his voice. "This is Green Lantern, Pleasure surrender peacefully and you will not be harmed." He says in english as he has the ring translate it in the humans native languages should they not speak it.<br />
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:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>The lead truck screeches to a stop and the merc captain grimaces as the rest of the convoy starts to rapidly slow up as well.<br><br>"Ah hell! I thought we had the all clear.. Where'd this guy come from!"<br><br>"IT doesn't matter. We need to get this field generator back to our client." responds one of the other mercs.<br><br>All in all there's about fifteen of them and a few are already climbing from their trucks though they seem uncertain on how to act. Cops, security officers, even the military they were ready for. A Green Lantern?<br><br>"Hey. Chill.." rumbles a deep voice from the depths of the largest truck, the semi carrying the goods. The truck rumbles and shakes. Looking, from the outside, like some huge elephant was beginning to move around within it.<br><br>Eventually, the back doors of it open and a massive figure begins to emerge. The ground shakes, sundering as a booted foot steps down onto the cement of the highway and The Juggernaut arrives...practically unfolding his immensity from the depths of the semi truck and swelling in armor creaking size as he straightens up and loosens his massive arms.<br><br>"THis is why I'm here, remember? I'll clear a path.." he rumbles into his commlink and then turns and starts walking, unfased, towards the green roadblock and the waiting Lantern.<br />
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:'''{{#var:7436|Tyran'tar (7436)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tyran'tar had his AI scan the mercs markings and equipment as well as race, all human tech and gear, Mercenary based affiliation. Then the massive figure comes out. He scans known earth databases for this figure. The ring came up with one hit: Juggernaut. A warning flashes on his HUD about this human being incredibly dangerous and destructive. He tilts his head, his mask and eyes glowing with emerald light as he thinks to himself how bad can one human be.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Roadblocks vanish as he wills another construct, Massive chains used on old earth ships, though their design more alien then earth based ones. He completely wrapped the being in chains. "Please do not resist. Green Lanterns wield the strongest weapon in the universe." He tries to convince the Juggernaut.<br />
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:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>When the roadblock vanishes, Juggernaut's gravelly rumble of a voice commands. "Start moving." into his commlink.<br><br>The trucks rev up again though they're slow to begin until they see how this contest will start to play out.<br><br>There's more then just normal military tech here as well. Some sort of generator is in the semi truck that The Juggernaut had been riding in. It's human tech but it seems to have the capacity for creating forcefield. Hostages are in that truck as well.<br><br>As to the chains? They begin wrapping about the colossal, whirling this way and that and engulfing his gigantic body in full from top to bottom.<br><br>"Oh yeah?" Juggernaut says, voice raising a bit in sincere curiousity as he hears the boast on the power of the ring. "No foolin'! That's sounds cute.."<br><br>He hasn't stopped moving. A misunderstanding is that the assumption is that Juggernaut needs incredible momentum to be unstoppable when he's no less unstoppable when walking then he is running. It's just a matter of how long it may take him to get through a given barrier. In this case, the green constructs begin already cracking. The chains starting to snap and burst as the colossus almost boredly lumbers forward, huge frame pulling at the chains without hint of being held in place. Without reinforcement they will give way like twine.<br><br>"So what can this 'most pwoerful weapon' of yorus do?" he rumbles as the chains begin bursting and falling free. Crashing around the giant as his brute strength continues him on towards Tyran'tar.<br />
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:'''{{#var:7436|Tyran'tar (7436)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The strain on the chain surprises Tyran'tar. He almost seems winded when the chains finally bursts and disintegrates. It was unexpected but he recovers quick. He has met superhuman beings before, so while unexpected, it wasn't unbelievable. "More then you can expect." He says as he flies at top speed and forms a massive robotic power gauntlet as he tries to punch the human, only for the gauntlet to crack as soon as he made contact.<br />
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:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>"Nice!"<br><br>He seems rather cheerful as the fist slams into hsi body and the gauntlet cracks, sending shards of green flying everywhre.<br><br>"I think I've heard of you now that I think about it but ...you don't look like human t'me."<br><br>There's a sound like a sequioa tree trunk cracking as Juggernaut's massive fist clenches. His muscles bulk up, the sinew of his arm building up more and more size as veins the size of shipping ropes stand out against his ruged flesh.<br><br><br><br>"Gotta warn you though. You go punch for punch with The Juggernaut, you lose!"<br><br>And then the arm swings, a thunderous upper cut that swings low and then up against like a trebuchet for the Lantern. Juggernaut has sent foes far stronger flying for miles with mere swats. This one..might do more though at least Lanterns can fly!<br />
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:'''{{#var:7436|Tyran'tar (7436)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Very Astute. I am from Tamaran, a planet in Sector 2828." He says as his gauntlet shatters. The daze from the psychic backlash allows the juggernaut a free hit, but just before the Juggernaut makes contact he wills his forcefield to the strongest rating the blast from contact sending the lantern flying through the road and trees nearby, driving him into the earth. The Forcefield held, but it was cracked massively. A gaze to the cracks causes the lantern to realize the kind of threat he is dealing with. He gets out of the trench and feels exhausted. He is going to have to be creative to stop this threat. He then wills an energy bubble around the Juggernaut, cutting off Gravity so he should start floating and being unable to use his strength.<br />
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:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>"Alright, hes gone! Step on it!" commands Juggernaut.<br><br>The semi truck revs up and begins moving past the giant as the other trucks start to floor it, looking to try and reach the pickup point as quickly as they can. Juggernaut turns to look at them and then starts to step forward to follow - only to have the anti gravity bubble envelop him. <br><br>As predicted, it lifts him off the ground and he frowns, finding himself floating slightly as if in some sort of zero g location.<br><br>He turns about, looking for the Lantern in question.<br><br>"Tamaran, eh?" he rumbles.<br><br>"..You're not very ....good at this...are you?" he rumbles, not moving to make an attack just yet as if taking the measure of the lantern first.<br><br>"You a newbie Lantern or something? I hear there's a bunch of you. Some sorta boot camp? They hand those rings out to just anybody?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:7436|Tyran'tar (7436)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I am very good at this, I just cant brute force with you. Fought a Daxomite and lived to tell the tale." He says as he pants heavily. He keeps the field going before willing roadblocks back infront of the trucks. "Now, I said this nicely once before. Surrender. The next attempt I take you into space, and last I checked, humans still need air to breathe." He says as he maintains the bubble. It wasn't a forcefield so there was no breaking it but it did remove gravity in it.<br />
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:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>"Oh so you want to 'kill me' eh?" <br><br>Juggernaut looks amused now. "Well let me tell you somethin'...if you think some stupid trick like trying to lift me off the ground means anything..you need to get back to reading the beinners guide, mr. 'I am very good at this'."<br><br>Juggernaut lfits his huge arms up and spreads them wide. "I'm The Juggernaut! Aint nobody stronger, aint nobody can stop me! You mighta fought a Daxamite....but you aint fought ME!"<br><br>With that, his massive chest swells, his armor creaks and his huge arms bulge horrifically like mountain peaks under his hairy flesh.<br><br>He then brings his arms around violently. His massive hands crash together, sparring no strength this time. A thunderous shockwave roars and rips out from him, racing towards the Lantern and blowing out a huge sinkhole in the ground. The earth shakes an sunders, ripping canyons into it as the highway splinters and trees fall like matchsticks. It's the sort of stunt Hulk made famous and that those of his level of strength are well able to use. Enough to decimate mountain sides if they wish.<br><br>The unleashed earthquake isn't good for the trucks closest to him however, especially as the blockade temporarily halts them again. One of the armored trucks goes flipping wildly. Crashing with the hostages still in it. THe semi truck is, fortunantely, a good distance away but it still take damage.<br />
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:'''{{#var:7436|Tyran'tar (7436)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Not kill. Incapacitate. Your a big boy I bet you can hold your breath pretty good." He says as he strengthens his forcefield again, the forcefield cracking under the strain once more but holds. He knew this was a losing battle and with that shockwave crashing the hostages, he couldn't afford to let the Juggernaut do it again or something similar. As the armored trucks go flying a green energy field wraps around them and gently sets them down. He scans the semi of it's cargo and he lets the juggernaut loose. "I cant beat you, that I will admit. So lets change the equation." He says as he lifts the field generator out of the trailer. "I bet your employers want this. So if I destroy this, you dont get paid."<br />
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:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>So he just 'took that' then? Well it looks like he'll have to hit him harder and stop holding back.<br><br>In fact, he doesn't even answer immediately. Once he's on the ground, it begins sundering and cracking fro the pressure he's placing upon it...and then he launches for Tyran'tar lke a fired off battleship shell.<br><br>It's a mistake to assume Juggernaut is slow and lacks cunning. Indeed, he can be -quite- fast when he builds up momentum or just forces a leap that would do Hulk proud.<br><br>In this sense he goes barreling for Tyran'tar while hauling a monsterous arm back, big grin shadowed by his massive helm as he looms in on the Lantern...<br><br>ANd then he swings. His fist comes hurtling around with a blow that'd make Hulk and Thor cringe. To that end he seems less worried about the fact that the Lantern is grabbing for the generator and more intersted in teaching him a lesson.. Likely apparent by a fist as big as a buick hurtling around at the Lantern.<br />
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:'''{{#var:7436|Tyran'tar (7436)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;CRA-THOOM!!! The lantern goes flying, forcefield shattering from the blow. He slams into the armored truck, the metal warping around him like a gauntlet as he reels from the blow. Blood drips along his head. If it weren't for his personal field, he probably would have cracked his head on that metal truck. He forces himself out of the warped metal, panting. If he was exhausted before, his eyes barely stay open. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;'Status report' Several cracked ribs, a broken arm, fractured leg and a concussion the hud reads out as it locates all the spots where he is hurting. He doesn't even have the ability to stand, floating a few inches off the ground. He is going to die here if he continues. He focuses on 'floating' between the hostages and the Juggernaut and he tries his best to get them out of there before the juggernaut gets ideas.<br />
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:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>The hostages are not his concern. The mercenaries took them, thinking it'd have some added leverage to the situation.<br><br>Juggernaut himself simply laces his fingers together, producing that horrible boulder cracking, sequioa splintering sound as he cracks his knuckles and stretches his arms out.<br><br>"Lemme give you some advice, chum! First - taking a human into space is gonna do more then just have 'em run out of air. Space is a vaccuum. Yeah?"<br><br>Of course he leaves it unsaid that he'd actually have been fine. Better to have left that as a surprise if it comes up.<br><br>"Secondly, rookie mistake is just trying to think lifting me off the ground is going to stop me. I don't need to touch you to hurt you...and it'd just make me madder. Lucky for you, I held back because I don't wanna just turn this place into a crater lookin' like a nuke fell. And three--"<br><br>He grins, lifting a huge hand up, fist balling up, that cracking sound happening again accompanied by the grinding sound of his sinew swelling up as he flexes that colossal arm. "Nothing Stops The Juggernaut!"<br><br>He points at the Lantern, "I'm a team fight, buddy. Superman himself aint stopped me, what chance you got? Next time. Take the hostages. We're leavin' with the generator. I'm in a good mood cause I'm bein' all hospitable to you as yer an alien visitor at all. You want a rematch? Come find me."<br><br>With the semi truck damaged, he'll have to deliver the generator himeslf and he turns and starts for it. It's lightly damaged now but..that's A.I.M's problem..not his. Ironic that he's also fought a Daxamite, twice, and one time the sister genrator to this one was badly damaged. Even more ironic it's probably the one Tyran'tar fought.<br />
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:'''{{#var:7436|Tyran'tar (7436)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tyran'tar felt fear for the first time, he feared this man. A small part of him wanted to let him go, for fear of what he will do to him. First he got the hostages out and was about to leave when he realized his fear. He couldn't let this man win. So once the hostages were free he wills his ring one more time. Green energy chains wrap around the juggernaut until there nothing of the man that can be seen. Then he formed an energy bubble around him, and intensified the gravity inside the bubble to way beyond organic and even metal limits. This will either crush him, contain him or piss him off. He could live with the repercussions of it.<br />
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:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>By the time the hostages are out, the convoy has moved on. Juggernaut had placed the generator atop one of the still functioning trucks. Despite ihs bravado..this was a lucky break for all involved and he's no desire to stick around just in case this Lantern -does- call in help and matters truly begin getting out of hand.<br><br>"Alright. Good.." he says once the convoy reaches its end point and a waiting stealh ship is there to make off with the device.<br><br>"I....hey what the--!!"<br><br>His voice is cut off as the rapid wrapping of the chains begins, enveloping him compoletely ..and then the bubble and then the crushing gravity. It's certainly a feat he never believed that a Lantern was capable of!<br><br>LIke that, a towering momument of chains is present as the Lantern tries to, effectively, put him down or worse if he wasn't able to withstand it...and for a few seconds all seems still. <br><br>Then the cracks begin again. The ground starts shaking. MOre cracks. More shaking. Loud rumbles that begin thrumming through the earth. Earthquake measuring machines are registering this now as well. The cracks continue and the energy bubble begins to buckle.<br><br>And with a final explosion of force, it all erupts outward, exploding in violent shards of green as Juggernaut bursts free, huge arms flailing and a thunderous bellow erupting from him as he stretches his body up and his arms wide. Crimson energy crackles around him as he swivels at the waist, searching for the Lantern with furious eyes.<br />
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:'''{{#var:7436|Tyran'tar (7436)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the explosion of force sends the lantern flying into the distance, several miles in fact as he was thrown into a mountain. He didn't feel a thing though, the shattering of the constructs knocking him out before he went flying. the trail of devastation left by him from him being hurled could lead the juggernaut to the lantern and he would be defenseless to stop it.<br />
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:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>He does indeed see the trail - and the still body of the Lantern some distance away.<br><br>"Tth. Idiot.." he rumbles. He could indeed bear down on him but while monstrous Juggernaut is not a -monster-. THe fight is over and he's standing and The Lantern is not.<br><br>"Lesson learned chum. Next time try harder!" he shouts, though he knows Tyran'tar cannot hear him.<br><br>He then turns and starts a slow jog in the direction of the rendevous point to hopefully finally bring this all to an end.<br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=16131/A_Hellishly_Fun_Aftermath&diff=33170&oldid=016131/A Hellishly Fun Aftermath2024-03-26T20:29:23Z<p>Juggy's on a roll with yet another 'lesson' handed out right after the first!</p>
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|Date of Scene=2024/03/20<br />
|Location=The Midwest<br />
|Synopsis=Juggy's on a roll with yet another 'lesson' handed out right after the first!<br />
|Cast of Characters=282, 1127<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>Earthquake warning sensors were triggered a few states away. The reason?<br><br>The Juggernaut threw a punch.<br><br>He's only one of the most powerful and strongest entities on the planet. Doesn't know his own strength! Especially when angry. He would say that you wouldn't like him when he's angry but he also happens to think he's downright charming all the time. Sadly, Tyran'tar doesn't think so. The unfortunante green lantern is about a mile or two away at this point, near a blast crater that formed when Juggernaut nailed him and then burst free of an attempt to contain and crush him with the power of the ring. Considering his lack of experience with Mr. Marko, that he did as well as he did is commendable as his power was nothing compared to that of Cyttorak's boorish avatar. He did, however, rescue the hostages that the mercenaries Juggernaut was aiding had taken and as a result, the stolen field generator they had hijacked from a military convoy remained in the hands of the villains and they moved on. Authorities will soon arrive, however, so they aren't planning on lingering.<br><br>Indeed - Craters pock mark the highway leading to an abandoned airfield where the hijacked military convoy now arrives with its cargo in the form of a limping semi-truck and a few armored trucks. A cloaked AIM ship reveals itself and descends, ready to claim its prize.<br><br>"Yeah, yeah, I know. It got a little a little damaged when I took that Lantern out. Just get it out of here and remember our deal. I need that tech for my 'project.'"<br><br>The goliath is in full red armor regalia and full sized. Nearly 10 feet tall and six or more wide. A wall of sinewy muscle, bulk and mystic metal. His balled up hands rest on his waist as he watches them begin loading the cargo onto the jet as he rumbles into his commlink. "Hurry it up. No telling if that idiot Lantern called for backup before I clocked 'im."<br />
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:'''{{#var:1127|Satana Hellstrom (1127)}} has posed:'''<br>Screams familiar to the Juggernaut fill the air. Screams he'd experienced once before while pestering the Spider-Man in doing a job. They're the screams of torment of a billion souls writhing in eternal flames.<br><br>It's easy to spot the source of the screams. That would be the peculiar hole in the air, rimmed by roiling black smoke and releasing the stench of brimstone alongside the screams. And through the hole steps ...<br><br>*sigh*<br><br>... a form familiar to Cain. A form that looks around, spots Cain and his friends, and breaks out into a pleasant smile, backed by a fingerwave, as the portal closes behind her, cutting off the screams, leaving only the stench of brimstone behind.<br><br>"Cain! Darling!" Satana says as she walks toward the cluster of mercs. One of them brings a weapon to bear on her, causing her to frown, but not stop walking.<br><br>"If you don't want that weapon to be turned against you by your own allies, I would recommend pointing it elsewhere," she says to the man sternly. Then dismissively waves him off and looks at Cain again.<br><br>"Embarrassing to have this happen twice, but ... I need something from that device you've stolen. It's only a small part. Perhaps we could come to some kind of pecuniary arrangement?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>"Aw no...."<br><br>Those screams are indeed familiar sounding. It's not the sort of thing you forget easily.<br><br>Indeed, the mercenaries are quite bothered and though the one did have some bravado for a moment, at Satana's actions and boldness ...he wisely lowers his weapon. They just escaped a Green Lantern with Juggenraut's....er....help... This seems, well, far worse.<br><br>"Not this again." grumbles Juggernaut while turning fully towards Satana and clicking off his comm link. "what is it you -possibly- need from somethin' like this. It's a tech thingie! Something Stark adjacent. You workin' for them now or something? Get lost, girl. I aint in the mood. It's one thing t'bother me while I'm trying to have a drink but I'm -literally- workin' here!"<br><br>The mercs freeze, uncertain on what to do as do the men from AIM. Their craft hovers, waiting. A voice speaks with some urgency into Juggernaut's ear and he grimaces.<br><br>"Yer holdin' up the show. We might have incoming soon."<br><br>He gestures at the men, waving them to keep moving on pushing the generator onto the craft.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1127|Satana Hellstrom (1127)}} has posed:'''<br>"I'll have you know," Satana says, schoolmarm-like patience positively dripping from her voice, "that I master all forms of magic. Including technomancy." Reaching the crowd, she sidles up alongside one of the more physically impressive of the non-Marko variety mercenaries and practically melts against him, one arm slipping around his waist so casually and naturally that it takes a moment to even register on the guy that she's done so.<br><br>He makes a panicked look at another mercenary who shrugs and turns away in a very clear 'your problem' signal.<br><br>"Uh...?" The man starts to say, only to feel Satana's finger on his lips.<br><br>"Hush now, darling. The grown-ups are talking. If you're very well-behaved, I'll treat you like a lollipop when we're finished."<br><br>She winks at the man and turns her attention to Cain again.<br><br>"Technology is, after all, just a degenerate form of magic, and I'm always fascinated by its restrictions; it's a hobby of mine to accomplish great deeds with such limited rules." She gestures to the device. "Inside that is a particular form of rectifier I can't quite work out. I've burned out three of them, but I think I understand it now. This is the only other one of its kind on this tawdry little sphere. So I need it. It's just a small part; you can have the rest and I'll sweeten the deal by ... how about I triple your fee on top of what you'll collect for delivering the device?"<br />
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:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>"No."<br><br>Juggernaut waves a hand, "Get lost. I'm not interested in yer fancy talk either. Yer wrong, by the way."<br><br>He shakes his head, glowering at her. "First off I don't trust yer money to not burn up in some sorta hellfire after gettin' it and secondly if I could just be bought off like that then nobody would come to me for work. Think about it. It takes more then an on the spot offer to get me to change sides and I aint seeing any good in just stopping this job mid effort cause yer battin' yer eyes at me. Go rob Lexcorp or something. They -gotta- have what you're looking for since you're trying to get all science smart all of a something."<br><br>He begins approaching, heavy footfalls shaking the ground as he nears. The merc pales as Juggernaut's shadow falls over them both. He's no desire to be caught between these two.<br><br>"Uh. Can I go now? Ma'am?" <br><br>Juggernaut frowns at the man but obviously can't blame him. He's just a well armed military guy. They were good for dealing with the original convoy escorts but not this. "Get yer paws off him." he says towards Satana. "It's time you learned some manners."<br />
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:'''{{#var:1127|Satana Hellstrom (1127)}} has posed:'''<br>Something hardens in Satana's gaze. "I have no intention of having you change sides. You can have the device except for that one part. You still deliver the device. You still get paid. *AND* you get paid on top of that."<br><br>The man asking for permission to leave is ignored. Satana likes her arm candy and is going to keep it, it appears. "I have been nothing but courteous to you," she says, a hint of a growling voice, almost a full octave under her thrilling, seductive contralto, appearing in her speech. "I've asked politely. I've made a very generous offer. And you are responding with intense discourtesy."<br><br>The growling undervoice becomes louder, causing some of the other mercs, hardened as they are, to pale as they begin to see what is among them.<br><br>"I don't seem to be the one who needs a lesson in manners."<br><br>The hard eyes turn away from Cain, to look at her arm candy with regret. "This is," she says, the growl still there, though her face has softened with a look of regret, "the part where you run away. Very quickly."<br />
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:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>Hardened indeed but they wouldn't hang around for Superman either. It doesn't take much.<br><br>"I said let 'im go." repeats Juggernaut, ignoring Satana's threats though as she seemingly allows the merc the chance to slip away, he takes it. Oh yes.<br><br>The lading and securing continues. Very, very hurridly now.<br><br>"You don't get it, do you." he says firmly to Satana while leaning over a little to face her more directly.<br><br>"It's a pieces of technology and they want -all- of it. Not just -some- of it because you happened to show up, tried to throw money around, and want to have yer way. Besides, you take a part just because -you- decided it was fine to do so...who knows what that does to the thing and to their plans or mine in the long run? So the answers no. You don't get to have your way all the time, princess..."<br><br>He laces his huge hands together, cracking his knuckles with a sound like cement splintering and bouldres cracking.<br><br>"Don't push yer luck." he warns. "I'm giving you a professional courtesy by not just layin' you out.. You'd probably fall unconscious all sultry like anyway. I put one guy in a body cast already today."<br />
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:'''{{#var:1127|Satana Hellstrom (1127)}} has posed:'''<br>Pinpricks of red flame appear in Satana's suddenly pitch-black eyes, the amber irises vanishing. Curling horns erupt from the side of her head while her skin turns the colour of a lobster tortured in boiling water. Large bat-like wings unfurl behind her. And that undervoice grows in volume to almost, but not quite, drown out the contralto.<br><br>"You'll find me harder to 'lay me out' than you think, Get of Cyttorak!" she seethes. "I am not your garden variety hedge mage."<br><br>Sharp, pointed horns start protruding from joints.<br><br>"I am the daughter of Satan. A Hell Lord in my own right. And I will have that part; none present will intervene under pain of ETERNAL DAMNATION!"<br><br>The final two words come out in a roar that would make a kaiju step back a moment. Flames wreath the demonic form (that is somehow yet sultry to human eyes) as a prepared defensive spell comes up, the demon skull belt buckle glowing strongly as it forms it.<br><br>"If you wish a lesson in humiliation..." The face turns into a cruel smile. "Another one, I mean," she adds, before continuing, "then now is the time for its delivery. Be prepared for a spanking!"<br><br>And that does it. The men scatter for safety. The Juggernaut vs a self-proclaimed Hell Lord? There's healthier places to be.<br />
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:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>She's barely finished her transformation and her speech and Juggernaut's fist is hurtling for her. It's would practically fill her entire field of vision up with all the incoming immensity and ineffable approach of a semi truck barreling at her full speed down a freeway. Except far, far, far more powerful.<br><br>A full on Juggernaut Punch would land like a building demolishing bomb detonating. He trades blows with the likes of Thor, Hulk, Superman and more and simply sneezes after all. Nothing short of invulnerability approaching their levels would weather the strike of the Exemplar of Physical Power if he truly sought to destroy. <br><br>Except at the very last instant, he stops the punch. A loud *BOOOOM* ripples through the air as the pressure wave rolls out overtop the Daughter of Satan with enough force to rock her durable frame.<br><br>And then, the goliaths middle finger flicks up. A huge battering ram like impact that will still feel like she was just hit by a car but not the full on tank panacking force that a harder more intense swing would have caused. It's a cannonball. It'd send Spider-Man tumbling down the streets and knock a bus over.<br />
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:'''{{#var:1127|Satana Hellstrom (1127)}} has posed:'''<br>The boom ripples through her frame. Shortly afterward Satana gets hit by the pressure wave unleashed, like all the energy of a tornado packed into the (comparatively) small space occupied by the front of the Juggernaut's fist.<br><br>Air doesn't like being compressed, it turns out. It gets all hot and bothered. Literally in the first case. The unleashed force of the Get of Cyttorak literally ignites the air as it is turned into plasma that washes over her.<br><br>It's probably for the best she had her shield up in preparation for a showdown. The plasma roils around it and past her, failing to burn her skin, though (*sigh*) her clothing is artfully burned off in tatters (this must be something instinctive!), before it dissipates behind her before the human eye can even see it.<br><br>That storm weathered, she'd be ready for the counter if she'd had time to think before the finger hits her straight in the gut, causing her to double over and get the rest of the finger flick in the face as her body is forcibly rotated by the impact to land face first at the second knuckle.<br><br>Again the shield helps, but not as much as it needed to because of the momentary conflagration that was temporarily hotter than the sun. As a result Satana is flung into the air (and as predicted her body flops in the air "all sultry like"--instinct is a powerful thing!), sailing an embarrassing amount of distance (at least ten body lengths, probably more) before landing, again, face first into the dirt in an odd standing position that leaves her looking half like the mythical ostrich and half like she's preparing for entry.<br><br>Then she falls over to one side, lightly burned, clothing artfully tattered, badly bruised, and... *sigh* ... "all sultry like", despite being unconscious.<br />
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:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:'''<br>"Whoa, that was a neat trick. I gotta remember that for another time." considers Juggernaut as he takes note of the brief fire flash caused by the sudden force of his blow. Not normally something he takes into account but it sure was something!<br><br>More impressive, however, is the effect all of this has on Satana. Impressive and satisfying. He watches as she goes sailing through the air. Looks on impassively as lands to the ground and then just shakes his head and rests his hands on his waist as she impacts in just the right artful way as her nature would suggest. Can't even land and be crumpled up like normal folk.<br><br>"Jeez. WHat a pain." he rumbles, "And she's knocked out so I can't even gloat..."<br><br>He then glances to the mercs. The jet's loaded and lifting off and they're getting out of there as fast as they can.<br><br>"Thanks for the lift!" he shouts, furious at being left behind but they weren't waiting around to see how -this- spat turned out.<br><br>"You all owe me -double- now. I stopped a demon princess from getting your cargo -and- that Lantern. And I always collect!" he thunders into his comm link before turning once more to eye Satana's body.<br><br>He then turns and starts heading away, stomping towards the exit of the airfield and then starting into a solid run to pick speed until the earth shakes from the pounding of his steps and craters from the impact of his feet. In time, like a freight train, he'll be gone! Hopefully nobody else will stumble onto....well....that!<br />
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