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Mesozoa

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Mesozoa

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	*[[2010-06-24 - Doctor Furchtbar's Toybox]] - Weird Robots attampt to wreak havoc in New York only to be stopped three times in a row!		*[[2010-06-24 - Doctor Furchtbar's Toybox]] - Weird Robots attampt to wreak havoc in New York only to be stopped three times in a row!
	*[[2010-08-11 - Rise of Under York Part 2: Flaming TRAINS Crocman!]] - After a fae battle goes sour in a Brooklyn train station, Allison shows up to help put out the fires		*[[2010-08-11 - Rise of Under York Part 2: Flaming TRAINS Crocman!]] - After a fae battle goes sour in a Brooklyn train station, Allison shows up to help put out the fires
		+	*[[2010-09-04 - Danceosaur and Killjoy Sloth]] - Mesozoa engages in some public dino display with musical accompaniment, when Mr. Pleistocene interferes. Other heroes step up to stop this slothy menace!

Dr. Dreadnought

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	* [[2010-08-14 - Baryonic What?]] - Eclipse tries an experimental procedure on Katie Kong to try a controllable/reversible reduction of her size to normal human levels.		* [[2010-08-14 - Baryonic What?]] - Eclipse tries an experimental procedure on Katie Kong to try a controllable/reversible reduction of her size to normal human levels.
	* [[2010-09-02 - Dragons in the Playground]] - Dragons invade a playground in NYC while Noah's on the scene. He saves some lady's kid from getting carried off and eaten.		* [[2010-09-02 - Dragons in the Playground]] - Dragons invade a playground in NYC while Noah's on the scene. He saves some lady's kid from getting carried off and eaten.
		+	*[[2010-09-04 - Danceosaur and Killjoy Sloth]] - Mesozoa engages in some public dino display with musical accompaniment, when Mr. Pleistocene interferes. Other heroes step up to stop this slothy menace!

	====Cutscenes====		====Cutscenes====

May Queen

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	*[[2010-08-10 - Into The Void\|Into The Void]] - In a place beyond death, The May Queen tries to help her only friend.		*[[2010-08-10 - Into The Void\|Into The Void]] - In a place beyond death, The May Queen tries to help her only friend.
	*[[2010-08-14 - Pray\|Pray]] - The May Queen delivers a message from beyond the grave.		*[[2010-08-14 - Pray\|Pray]] - The May Queen delivers a message from beyond the grave.
		+	*[[2010-09-04 - Danceosaur and Killjoy Sloth]] - Mesozoa engages in some public dino display with musical accompaniment, when Mr. Pleistocene interferes. Other heroes step up to stop this slothy menace!

	[[Category:Heroes]]		[[Category:Heroes]]

Kismet

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	*[[2010-07-28 - Covered in Bees]] - The Beekeeper, his minions, and Miss Perception attack Keisha's casino to kidnap a geneticist.		*[[2010-07-28 - Covered in Bees]] - The Beekeeper, his minions, and Miss Perception attack Keisha's casino to kidnap a geneticist.
	*[[2010-08-19 - The Fabulist: Chapter Seven - Tome of Lies]] - Video game characters run wild at the Neonopolis. But there is a hole in the wall...		*[[2010-08-19 - The Fabulist: Chapter Seven - Tome of Lies]] - Video game characters run wild at the Neonopolis. But there is a hole in the wall...
		+	*[[2010-09-04 - Danceosaur and Killjoy Sloth]] - Mesozoa engages in some public dino display with musical accompaniment, when Mr. Pleistocene interferes. Other heroes step up to stop this slothy menace!
	====Gamemastered Scenes====		====Gamemastered Scenes====
	See my [[User:CosmicCube\|user page]] for a full list!		See my [[User:CosmicCube\|user page]] for a full list!

Mr. Pleistocene

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	Shapeshifting 12 (Cenozoic animals only) <br><br>		Shapeshifting 12 (Cenozoic animals only) <br><br>

-	Mr. Pleistocene's powers allow him to assume a variety of forms. Many of the animal forms can be substituted in for his shapeshifting (such as using bear templates in place of older fauna) with extra points distributed to enhance him. He is a godly avatar, so his forms often have the upper limits of animal ability or even somewhat supernaturally beyond, though always within the theme of the animal--no firebreathing or teleporting or the like.	+	Mr. Pleistocene's powers allow him to assume a variety of forms. Many of the animal forms can be substituted in for his shapeshifting (such as using bear templates in place of older fauna) with extra points distributed to enhance him. He is a godly avatar, so his forms often have the upper limits of animal ability or even somewhat supernaturally beyond, though always within the theme of the animal--no firebreathing or teleporting or the like. For forms which might require it, his pants will stay and resize themselves with him.
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		+	He can also optionally have some minions for a scene, prehistoric animals of similar sorts that are summoned up outside of combat.
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	==Logs==		==Logs==
	*[[2010-07-27 - Cretoxyrhina mancelli vs. Basilosaurus cetoides]] - Mesozoa and Nereid meet at sea whilst the former is playing in the form of a plesiosaur of some kind. Mr. Pleistocene makes his first appearance in a surprise assassination attempt since Paleogene sea life is the absolute coolest.		*[[2010-07-27 - Cretoxyrhina mancelli vs. Basilosaurus cetoides]] - Mesozoa and Nereid meet at sea whilst the former is playing in the form of a plesiosaur of some kind. Mr. Pleistocene makes his first appearance in a surprise assassination attempt since Paleogene sea life is the absolute coolest.
		+	*[[2010-09-04 - Danceosaur and Killjoy Sloth]] - Mesozoa engages in some public dino display with musical accompaniment, when Mr. Pleistocene interferes. Other heroes step up to stop this slothy menace!

	[[Category:Villains]]		[[Category:Villains]]
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Katie Kong

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	* [[2010-06-28 - Sigma Part I]] - Times Square suffers a Meta attack during an MTV party for a Reality show.		* [[2010-06-28 - Sigma Part I]] - Times Square suffers a Meta attack during an MTV party for a Reality show.
	* [[2010-08-14 - Baryonic What?]] - Eclipse tries an experimental procedure on Katie Kong to try a controllable/reversible reduction of her size to normal human levels.		* [[2010-08-14 - Baryonic What?]] - Eclipse tries an experimental procedure on Katie Kong to try a controllable/reversible reduction of her size to normal human levels.
		+	* [[2010-09-04 - Danceosaur and Killjoy Sloth]] - Mesozoa engages in some public dino display with musical accompaniment, when Mr. Pleistocene interferes. Other heroes step up to stop this slothy menace!
	==Gamemastered Scenes==		==Gamemastered Scenes==
	* [[2010-04-10 - Made of Green People]] - The alien Yos make another appearance, attempting to steal the giant statue [http://www.roadsideamerica.com/story/2716 Salem Sue] until heroes intervene to stop them.		* [[2010-04-10 - Made of Green People]] - The alien Yos make another appearance, attempting to steal the giant statue [http://www.roadsideamerica.com/story/2716 Salem Sue] until heroes intervene to stop them.
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	* [[2010-07-10 - Not Exactly A Roller Coaster Ride]] - Heroes get pulled into nonsensical fights and ride malfunctions at an amusement park.		* [[2010-07-10 - Not Exactly A Roller Coaster Ride]] - Heroes get pulled into nonsensical fights and ride malfunctions at an amusement park.
	* [[2010-07-18 - Emergency Landing]] - Katie Kong's plane starts coming down out of control over Las Vegas, the pilot unconscious at the controls. Heroes respond to prevent disaster.		* [[2010-07-18 - Emergency Landing]] - Katie Kong's plane starts coming down out of control over Las Vegas, the pilot unconscious at the controls. Heroes respond to prevent disaster.
-	* [[2010-07-28 - Covered in Bees]] - The Beekeeper, his minions, and Miss Perception attack a casino to kidnap a geneticist.	+	* [[2010-07-28 - Covered in Bees]] - The Beekeeper, his minions, and Miss Perception attack a casino to kidnap a geneticist
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	[[Category:Heroes]]		[[Category:Heroes]]
	[[Category:PCs]]		[[Category:PCs]]
	[[Category:150s]]		[[Category:150s]]
	[[Category:Las Vegas]]		[[Category:Las Vegas]]

2010-09-04 - Danceosaur and Killjoy Sloth

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{{Logsummary|
Title=Danceosaur and Killjoy Sloth
|Summary=Mesozoa engages in some public dino display with musical accompaniment, when Mr. Pleistocene interferes. Other heroes step up to stop this slothy menace!
|Who=[[Katie]], [[Kismet]], [[May Queen]], [[Dr. Dreadnought]], and emits by [[Mesozoa]]
|Date=Sept 4th, 2010
|Where=A stripmall in Vegas
|}}

NOT LONG AGO:

A Tyrannosaurus Rex stomped into this little stripmall plaza. It is wearing dino-sized shades. It also has a comically tiny boombox which it carried in its comically tiny arms and set down atop a nearby SUV. The boombox was turned on, dropping a sick beat. The dinosaur began to breakdance. Not terribly well, but you work with what you have.

Shoppers and passers-by reacted somewhat poorly to the dinosaur's initial appearance, though it did not generate the overall panic that this particular T-Rex has managed on other days. Instead, rather, the boombox and shades were met with kind of uneasy shuffling, and the dancing found reactions ranging from side-splitting laughter to stark disbelief.

NOW:

All except for one man. The proud-faced young fellow stands with fists clenched and jaw set, staring at the T-Rex with what can only be called pure hate.

He tears off his shirt in a sudden angry motion, revealing a nicely cut body. His head, clean-shaven, suddenly sprouts hair--and indeed there is hair sprouting all over him as he becomes bigger, sturdier, with each step. "YOU SHOULD NOT EXIST!" He roars out in a voice twisted a little past human timbre.

The dinosaur stops breakdancing as a shout pierces over her music. She blinks, twice.

That is all the time she has before the fully-transformed giant sloth (still wearing pants) charges into her and uppercuts her into a nearby storefront, leaving a dizzied dinosaur resting upon a bed of discounted crazy must-go washing machines.

The sloth roars and waves taloned hands over its head before facing the people still watching. Is this some kind of performance piece? "EVOLUTION REIGNS SUPREME!" The sloth informs them. Maybe it is.

Noah was doing nothing more complicated or nefarious then shopping. He had to replace certain elements of his suit following a dragon-based incident a few days ago, and is feeling rather chipper, adjusting his suit as he glances around. Kinda hot for a suit, but he dosen't seem to mind. The old man reacts... with what can only be defined as a sort of wistful amusment to the dancing dinosaur. That takes him back. But his lip curles at the giant sloths entrance.

"Just what on earth do you think your doing?" He asks, with a tone of withering contempt. The fact that the old man is wearing a medieval gauntlet on his right hand is the only other indicator of how out of place he is.

Katie was shopping. Really it was about that simple. Kitchenware: much as those giant knives she had made were useful once, now she needs some new stuff. So the small woman is coming out of Bed, Bath, & Beyond only to first hear the obnoxiously loud music, and then after that? She sees a breakdancing dinosaur and an angry....giant sloth. "This doesn't look....oh, great." She drops her bags next to that bench there, grabs a couple things from them....and then she's off like a streak!

Not right there, rather finding a changing booth in the shop next door in a flash, rushing out in a whirlwind that leaves a confused clerk blinking in her wake, and at the cash left sitting on the counter. She hasn't gotten a good costume yet, you see, and nor has she decided whether to try a secret identity. So now she's in a change of hiking clothes, and is wearing....a dishtowel with holes poked in it tied over her head as a balaclava. It is not flattering, but it is there. Perched on the roof of an SUV, she asks, "Is there a problem here?"

"SHUT UP!" The sloth shouts. He is a pretty shouty guy, apparently. At least right now. His wrath is directed at Noah, at least since that was the dude shaking a fist at him, so to speak. The slot slinks over to a nearby fancy car filled with fanciness and scoops it up in one curled paw, then hurls it at the old man in a casual lob. "YOUR MONKEY WORDS SICKEN ME!"

A very shouty sloth indeed. The car flies through the air in a nice, graceful arc and then crashes to the ground off to Noah's left a little bit. The sloth looks briefly flummoxed at this failure in accuracy, and turns a yellow-eyed glower onto Katie while other people start to run.

"Okay! ... Uh. Okay!", Kismet says as she fades into visibility. Reports of a dinosaur in the mall? Yeah, yeah she has to go check that out. I mean why /not/. Besides, she suspects she knows the T-rex... I mean, how many of them /are/ there? ... Hmm, don't answer that. Fortunately for her she had parked in a safe spot, already changed into her costume - an actual costume thank you very much, whatever your opinion of tight bodysuits may be. /Un/fortunately for her insurance that was a goddamn /ferrari/. There's a resounding bang of gunfire, a warning shot, as Kismet fades into visibility, effortlessly perched atop a nearby lamppost. "Oh, you sonuva bi- that was a nice car! Also stop tearing up this place!" Her priorities remain in order.

The May Queen is at the mall, which is already an adventure in of itself. She is uncomfortable in the electrically-wired surroundings of the building, and she is even more uncomfortable with the salesperson trying to sell her a new outfit.

"So you say you need some clothes for walkin' around the city, yeah?" says Dawn, Forever21 employee. "I mean, I get that you like white, but it's almost Labor Day. With your skin tone you'd look awesome in a gold or a hot pink!"

"Hot pink?" The May Queen frowns. "I am the May Queen, not the May Harlot. White. Only white."

And then: dinosaurs and sloth-men. "Excuse me," she says to Dawn. "I will return to purchase further white garments." Gliding out into the hallway, she looks in the direction of the commotion.

Noah weirdly does not flinch as that car goes flying so very close to him. He just looks back at the sloth-man, and comments in an almost tired-sounding tone. "Why do /I/ need to be the one to edjucate you people time and again?" He sneers, and whips up his gauntlet-covered hand, red lightning dancing from it to the ground.

"Misconception number one." He states formally, as a shadow appears surrounding the sloth man. "Evolution is all well and good... but you have forgotten... that OLDER things are always the MOST powerful!" As a gigantic furred and clawed foot, a manifestation of the most primordial of all beasts, decends from the sky and /stomps/ on the sloth-man. Surprisingly, he manages to resist significant harm.

"Hey, hey! Don't go throwing -cars- there! I don't want to hurt you if I don't have.....to." Katie flinches a bit when the car lands with a crash, but she then dashes right in with a streak of motion. She might skirt away from that clawed foot, but that's just to spring off of the bars of one of those shopping cart returns to land beneath the giant sloth. She's small, she easily rolls in there, and grabs the creature from beneath to roll and heave with that strength far beyond her size. It doesn't heave him -far- but it still sends him sprawling prone to the pavement. Yes, she can get used to this. "Wait, aren't you some kind of extinct thing too?" As high school science classes go, to be fair, she was a jock. Forgive her if that's a question and not a statement.

The monster foot is met with a fairly humanlike expression of consternation, large herbivore eyes looking briefly upwards as it comes down. The sloth is durable if nothing else, at least.

Then of course comes the judo, and great toppling. The fallen sloth bares yellow animal teeth at Katie and hisses, loudly. It rolls ponderously to its feet and swipes at her with a massive claw. "Soon, you shall join me in extinction!" It responds to her inquiry. Well, that is an answer of sorts.

The swipe scores bloodily, though sloth-claws are not like the sharpest knives in the Pleistocene drawer. It's not a heavy wound, but it does score.

"Hey there," Kismet calls out to Katie from above... not that she's met the smaller version yet, but no reason not to be friendly right? "You're super strong or something right? Hold 'im down and I'll shoot 'em," she says with a dire sort of cynicism from her perch, swapping magazines - non lethal ammunition, thanks - and opening fire, a spray of rubber bullets ricocheting off the giant sloth's head. "See? Don't start trouble and you won't get that!"

"This is very inconvenient," the May Queen says, strolling up toward the sloth-man and his dinosaur foe. "I am already quite discomfited by this shopping venture, and I do not appreciate your necessitating my stay in this shopping center for longer than is necessary." Raising a dark hand, she clenches a fist and summons a stalagmite -- it bursts through the tile flooring, smacking the sloth in the shoulder.

Noah seems... quite irritated. Perhaps simply because his opponent has redirected his attention towards Katie. He twists and pulls backwards with his gauntlet, and in echo to it, the disembodied foot vanishes... to be replaced by a monsterous claw, which materializes and smoops outwards, attempting to snag the sloth-man. While it does get a grip on him, his enemy manages to struggle free.
"Oh we'll see about /that/." Mutters Noah in mounting irritation.

Katie's eyes widen at the enormous monster claw, and she gives a look toward Noah too, worriedly. This sort of thing is a lot harder to take flippantly than it was when it was below her, isn't she? To Kismet, she calls up, "Easier said than done! It's still got all the leverage!" Instead she launches herself into a flurry of attacks at the giant sloth, an upward punch, a leap up to land atop it with a stamp kick, rolling down to catch it in an upward high kick to the jaw. She's showing some martial arts skill she seldom got to in her larger form, a flurry of sharp blows meant more to disorient than injure - but then again, she trained for human opponents, not giant ground sloths. "Maybe I need a new strategy.

The great sloth's form shimmers as it is assailed from all sides. It rumbles, roars, changes shape--into a glyptodon, a very large, Volkswagen-sized armadillo. "Show you...KILL YOU!" It growls, mighty tail swishing behind it. "I just wanted the dinosaur!"

This ur-armadillo immediately rolls itself up into a very large ball and begins to roll ominously forward, aiming at Katie and May Queen a bit behind her. It's a mighty hero-crushing bowling ball from the past, thundering along like a living version of the boulder from Raiders.

It impacts both women in its path, though unfortunately they don't make bowling pin noises as such. Both are bruised by the impact as the glypto rolls over them, coming to a halt and turning, back in a fighting stance that would be humorous if--no, actually, a viciously readied giant armadillo is pretty humorous.

"Mr. Pleistocene has no time for your shopping shenanigans!" It hisses in a different, more sibilant voice. "I will end you as I have ended this one before!"

"Really though," Keisha remarks, still happy to be on her perch as that car-sized armadillo goes rolling past. Hooray for the high ground. "What /is/ all this about? There's a dinosaur and a- okay, dunno what that is, sorta-" Firing, of course, mid-sentence. Rubber bullets do absolutely nothing to that literally armored hide... but she's goot enough and lucky enough to land shots where they count, at the joints and soft spots. Looks like it stings a bit. "-didn't pay too much attention in science class, to be honest."

Rubbing her bruise, the May Queen frowns at the sloth-who-is-now-an-armadillo, her face a mask of stoic disapproval. "Now you are becoming irritating," she says, simply. Directing both arms into the air in a sort of balletic movement, she enchants the earth beneath them to give forth life. A host of desert plants erupt from the ground below Mr. Pleistocene's feet, flowers and roots and vines tangling about his limbs and tying him up securely. The living ropes tighten as he struggles to escape them.

"I concur." Echoes Noah to the May Queens statement. "Your /second/ mistake..." He picks up smoothly lecturing the shapeshifting armadillo... "Was ignoring /me/ as a target." And with that he whirls, snapping his gauntled down again. A storm of red lightning answers that movement.

The roar is almost deafening, as in a fit of rage a great deal of the power contained by that gauntlet is let loose. It's almost possible, for a split second, to see the entire beast... gigantic, terrible, ancient, and primordial... but a moment later it resolves only into a grand and sweeping tail, which crashes down on that snared creature hard.
Very hard. "Ignore me at your peril." Hisses the old man with clear spite at the now /very/ unconsious beast. "I am Doctor Dreadnought, and I am /never/ to be taken lightly." And then the tail is gone, and the red lightning fades from the gauntlet.

Katie leaps away from the further attacks, moving quite nimbly and perching there atop a trash can no less, caught in a crouch. "What....waht was even going on there, do you think? Is this some sort of prehistoric grudge match? This far from Detroit too?" She doesn't leap in for more, not with that giant sloth looking so taken from the fight. And a worried glance toward Noah too. Not with the bestial parts, the lightning, the rest.

The heavy crush seems to knock the mysterious shapeshifting prehistoric out. He reverts, at least for a moment, to his human form; he seems to be sleeping peacefully among the vines, his trousers tattered and his chest still bare. He's gently tanned from the sun in addition to his natural skin tone, and he clearly works out a fair bit, but without resorting to extreme methods. His handsome face is composed.

This peacefulness does not last long. He awakens abruptly, with a start and a cry of surprise. "You--you--" he stares at all of them, then touches himself, his face, once again in human shape. "You MONSTERS!" Okay, hypocritical much maybe, but he seems to be genuinely put out and shocked by their resistance.

Not too shocked to like change forms again though--into a massive horned gopher--and immediately thrash out of the clinging vines with the cutting blades on his snout, and then tunnels straight down into the earth, using the cracks in the pavement made by the desert plants; he is away and gone with amazing speed for an overlarge rodent, and the tunnel is filled in behind him.

Meanwhile, over in the home furnishings store, the T-Rex groans and stirs, staggering kind of upright, stammering almost drunkenly. "Wha-wha happen--did somebody get the number of that truck--"

"Hey! Nice to, uh, see you again," Kismet remarks cheerfully to Dreadnought, even if she's still somewhat unsettled by all the monsteryness. She replaces the magazine in her pistol, flicking the safety on and holstering it before leaping down to the street below, with a brief but heavily forlorn look at her former car. M... maybe it just needs some bodywork? She might get lucky? ... Hmm.

The May Queen looks a little grumpy. "Every time I attempt to go among humans and learn their ways -- acclimate myself -- it seems I am set upon by vagrants and troublemakers." She smooths her pristine white gown, waving a hand to dispel the plantlife back into the earth. "Is everyone all right?"Noah spends a few moments smoothing down his suit, and making sure everything is settled correctly... but after all he was never injured or attacked seriously, so he is only slightly ruffled. "Hmph." He lifts his gaze then, and regards Kismet for a moment... then looks over towards Katie, and ahs. "Yes... superheroes. I remember you two." He approaches the May Queen, and pauses, before inclining his head to her as well. "Well met I should hope. I am Noah Jean-Raviede."

Katie herself looks up worriedly toward the dinosaur as it gets up. "Err....what was that all about? That.....furry thing, and whatever else was going on there?" She hops down again, still in that fresh athletic clothing and dishtowel-mask, folding her arms. "Sometimes you run into troublemakers, though. Can't help it really. And...er, I'm still working on what to call myself." For those who can't recognize her already this way.

"Seriously did that giant sloth like, leave?" Mesozoa the T-Rex is blinking around kind of nervously and surprisedly as she picks up her dino-shades. They are bent and broken, and she looks very sad.

Her boom box is still somehow playing despite all the...'excitement', and she finally shuts it off with a couple of arm-flails. "I'm uh, Mesozoa. I don't know why but I think that guy is stalking me."

"One hundred percent fine. Didn't even take a swing at me," Kismet states honestly, stretching her arms over her head. "I think the, un, Tyrannosaurus needs a tylenol though. And maybe a less on how not to invite monster trouble in public," she sighs. A few moments more, and then a peer to Katie, as she adds just loud enough to overhear, "No offense, but that is... really really not the best costume."

"I am the May Queen," says the May Queen. She does not elucidate this further, as though the title ought to speak for itself. To most people it doesn't, of course, but that's another issue. "I have never seen a dinosaur before." She says this with honest curiosity, as though this has perhaps made up for the inconvenience.

"Really..." Noah observes as the May Queen speaks. "Somebody did /that/, did they? Interesting." He turns and watches the others, looking first left, and then right, and then listening to the T-Rex's voice, and shaking his head in wonder. "Brave new age... are there /no/ male superheroes left in the world? Interesting." In any case, he strolls over to his point of origin, and picks up a shopping bag he had dropped initially when the chaos broke out.

Katie raises one hand. "I swear I didn't -mean- for this one, it's what I had on me and all. I'm working on better. But, er, Mesozoa? So you're a dinosaur, and you have a prehistoric stalker? You're all right, I hope." She's straightened to a more relaxed posture, not that it makes her really tiny. "Err...well, there are some. What, did they all used to be men or something?"

"I am the /best/ dinosaur." Mesozoa asserts, smiling and managing to do that 'ting' thing with all of her dino-teeth. They do look like they have been brushed in some fashion. Maybe INTEL makes giant dino-toothbrushes, custom to order. Can't have spies with poor hygiene. "And I mean there are dude heroes out there, man, they're just like, shy." She shrugs. "And yeah, I'll be fine, I'm gonna--go back and put some ice on." She rests a tiny paw sort of tenderly on the side of her head, where a large purply bruise is forming on leathery hide.

"It's just... confirmation bias really," Kismet remarks, arms crossed as she peeks over to Noah. "I mean, you just need to look at the WHA, or- well, anyway, this seems well in hand. I'm gonna go take care of some things and make sure there's no other problems before the police show up, yeah?" Also, come up with an alibi for the auto insurance. Sigh. "If the big guy wakes up just yell in a panic!" Raising a hand in a stilted wave, and- er, wait, where'd she go? Look away for a second, and...

"Police?" Ah yes, he'd forgotten about them. Noah proceeds to pivot on his heel, and begin walking away casually. No, he has no intention to chat with the police at all. He's fairly sure he's on firm ground here given his actions, but he prefers not to stick around for that sort of thing. Too many questions. Especially if they should happen to run his identification... "Good day all." And he is on his way...

"We're on top of it, I think. Take care of that then!" Katie waves to Kismet, with an eye still on the unconscious attacker. "I guess I'll wait here." Her bags are still sitting down along the way, but....well, monster attacks come first.

"Later, old dude." Mesozoa says after Noah's retreating form. "I can probably deal with the cops." She adds for the benefit of others. She's official! She has a badge! ... somewhere. She sits back a bit on her haunches, using her tail fairly inventively as a resting-thingie.

"There are many male heroes," the May Queen says to Noah. "They are just slower to respond to calls for aid, I have found." She turns to nod to Mesozoa. "You are the only one I have seen, so by default you are the best I have known! Goodnight, heroes." Saluting the other women, she sinks into the earth and rises again from a sudden chasm in Forever21. Dawn looks down at the dirt and destruction with a grimace.

"So," the May Queen says. "Explain to me this thing that is the 'skinny jean'."

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	'''25 PrP Tokens''' - You may upgrade a second 150 hero into a 180 hero, with IC reasoning.		'''25 PrP Tokens''' - You may upgrade a second 150 hero into a 180 hero, with IC reasoning.
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		+	'''25 PrP Tokens''' - If you already have a third alt and have been in play for six months, you may apply for one final alt slot which works identically to the 10 token slot.


	PrP Tokens may only be spent once, and are not cumulative. That is to say, if you have 10 PrP Tokens and spend two to get a second hero, you will have 8 PrP Tokens remaining. If you then wanted to acquire a third powered alt, you would need to acquire two more PrP Tokens in order to have the 10 required.		PrP Tokens may only be spent once, and are not cumulative. That is to say, if you have 10 PrP Tokens and spend two to get a second hero, you will have 8 PrP Tokens remaining. If you then wanted to acquire a third powered alt, you would need to acquire two more PrP Tokens in order to have the 10 required.

Applications

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	After two months in play and with 10 more PrP tokens, you have the option of apping a third powered alt. This hero must be a 150. You also have the option of using this slot for a PL10 villain with 180pp. Villain applications will be heavily scrutinized. See [[Villain Apps]]		After two months in play and with 10 more PrP tokens, you have the option of apping a third powered alt. This hero must be a 150. You also have the option of using this slot for a PL10 villain with 180pp. Villain applications will be heavily scrutinized. See [[Villain Apps]]
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		+	After six months in play and with another 25 PrP tokens, you may apply for a fourth powered alt which is eligible as a 150 hero or villain slot.
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	==Application Process==		==Application Process==

World Heroic Alliance

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		+	===HQ Features===
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		+	With the appointment of [[Earl Marchione]] as the official [[INTEL]] liason to the WHA, several older features of the existing HQ have been reactivated and made available for use of members, as follows:
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		+	Power: Teleport 9 (Extras: Portal; Flaws: Long Range, Limited: To location of team member or WHA beacon only.)
		+	Power System
		+	Computer
		+	Security System (DC 25)
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		+	Team members wishing to add features or upgrade the base infrastructure may do so*. However, UN regulations forbid the addition of a hot tub after an unfortunate incident in the 1970s.
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		+	(*By purchasing the Equipment feat and adding them to this page.)


	[[Category:Supergroups]]		[[Category:Supergroups]]

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Vellius — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 23:32:41 GMT

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Tao

Vitamink — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 15:32:54 GMT

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	*[[2010-08-24_-_A_Poor_Choice_of_Victims]] - Tao stumbles across some thugs trying to rob Bonnie. Jenny Steel shows up. Later, Jessi arrives to help clean up the mess.		*[[2010-08-24_-_A_Poor_Choice_of_Victims]] - Tao stumbles across some thugs trying to rob Bonnie. Jenny Steel shows up. Later, Jessi arrives to help clean up the mess.
	*[[2010-08-27_-_How_to_pester_a_Phoenix]] - Tao manages to accost Jian in the parking lot without getting beat up! Score!		*[[2010-08-27_-_How_to_pester_a_Phoenix]] - Tao manages to accost Jian in the parking lot without getting beat up! Score!
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		+	===Emitted===
		+	*[[2010-09-02 - Dragons in the Playground]] - Dragons (and a dragon-rider) mysteriously appear and terrorize a New York City playground. Dr. Dreadnought, Heroine, Sharur and Kaboom arrive to take care of business.
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	[[Category:Heroes]]		[[Category:Heroes]]
	[[Category:PCs]]		[[Category:PCs]]
	[[Category:150s]]		[[Category:150s]]
	[[Category:New York City]]		[[Category:New York City]]

Kaboom

Vitamink — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 15:31:24 GMT

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	*[[2010-08-21 - Charity Brawl]] - Fueled by mutual bravado, Chimera and Red Phoenix have a televised match in Central Park for charity! But who will win?		*[[2010-08-21 - Charity Brawl]] - Fueled by mutual bravado, Chimera and Red Phoenix have a televised match in Central Park for charity! But who will win?
	*[[2010-08-28 - Eternal Nemesis! (Part Four)]] - The year is 2510, and the [[World Heroic Alliance\|Galactic Heroic Alliance]] makes a desperate suicide attack upon the seat of [[Dark Star]]'s power, to prevent him from using the Universal Annihilator, a weapon that can unmake entire timelines!		*[[2010-08-28 - Eternal Nemesis! (Part Four)]] - The year is 2510, and the [[World Heroic Alliance\|Galactic Heroic Alliance]] makes a desperate suicide attack upon the seat of [[Dark Star]]'s power, to prevent him from using the Universal Annihilator, a weapon that can unmake entire timelines!
		+	*[[2010-09-02 - Dragons in the Playground]] - Dragons attacking a playground in NYC? How quaint. Kaboom brought hers too.

	[[Category:Heroes]]		[[Category:Heroes]]
	[[Category:PCs]]		[[Category:PCs]]
	[[Category:150s]]		[[Category:150s]]

Sharur

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	*[[2010-05-06 - The Children of Light: Chapter Three]] - An Alien God, a Trip to the Moon, and a Spirit Walk in the Mojave Desert. Good times!		*[[2010-05-06 - The Children of Light: Chapter Three]] - An Alien God, a Trip to the Moon, and a Spirit Walk in the Mojave Desert. Good times!
	*[[2010-07-20 - The Fabulist: Chapter One - Tome of Lies]] - A minor mystic makes a minor accident that causes a strange phenomenon. But the first threads of a larger mystery in the margins are revealed...		*[[2010-07-20 - The Fabulist: Chapter One - Tome of Lies]] - A minor mystic makes a minor accident that causes a strange phenomenon. But the first threads of a larger mystery in the margins are revealed...
		+	*[[2010-09-02 - Dragons in the Playground]] - Dragons show up in New York City. Too bad for them, Sharur was there first. Grar.

	====Gamemastered Scenes====		====Gamemastered Scenes====

Heroine

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	*[[2010-08-02 - SuperStars Are Go?]] - Story, Mary, and Wyatt sit down to make some definate plans. Also, an expanded roster is considered.		*[[2010-08-02 - SuperStars Are Go?]] - Story, Mary, and Wyatt sit down to make some definate plans. Also, an expanded roster is considered.
	*[[2010-08-06 - Viewpoints]] - Mary and Story talk about Story and Jamie and heroism in general. Also is Story possessed?!		*[[2010-08-06 - Viewpoints]] - Mary and Story talk about Story and Jamie and heroism in general. Also is Story possessed?!
		+	*[[2010-09-02 - Dragons in the Playground]] - Heroine borrows Kaboom's powers (and costume) to lay the smack down on a draconic menace in NYC.

	==Emits==		==Emits==

Dr. Dreadnought

Vitamink — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 15:24:42 GMT

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	*[[2010-08-13 - Eternal Nemesis! (Part Three)]] - The year now is 2510, and the Galactic Heroic Alliance defends Luna, capital of the United Free Worlds, from Dark Star's sinister minions! But what in the world is happening in this future era, and how does it tie to the modern day...?		*[[2010-08-13 - Eternal Nemesis! (Part Three)]] - The year now is 2510, and the Galactic Heroic Alliance defends Luna, capital of the United Free Worlds, from Dark Star's sinister minions! But what in the world is happening in this future era, and how does it tie to the modern day...?
	* [[2010-08-14 - Baryonic What?]] - Eclipse tries an experimental procedure on Katie Kong to try a controllable/reversible reduction of her size to normal human levels.		* [[2010-08-14 - Baryonic What?]] - Eclipse tries an experimental procedure on Katie Kong to try a controllable/reversible reduction of her size to normal human levels.
		+	* [[2010-09-02 - Dragons in the Playground]] - Dragons invade a playground in NYC while Noah's on the scene. He saves some lady's kid from getting carried off and eaten.

	====Cutscenes====		====Cutscenes====

2010-09-02 - Dragons in the Playground

Vitamink — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 15:12:52 GMT

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{{Logsummary|
Title=Dragons in the Playground
|Summary=A huge dragon, a savage woman and several smaller dragons burst out of the ground(?) in the middle of a playground. Heroes respond!
|Who=[[Dr. Dreadnought]], [[Heroine]], [[Sharur]], [[Kaboom]]. Emits by [[Tao]].
|Date=9/2/10
|Where=Battery Park City (New York City)
|}}

It is a pleasant mid-morning in the park at Battery Park City. While the 9-to-5 sorts are at work and the school aged kids are off to classes, the park is mostly populated with young children, who are running, climbing, jumping, crawling, laughing, shrieking and shouting as they make use of the playground facilities.

The pleasant scene is broken by a humming, that seems to come from everywhere at once, starting soft, and then building into a crescendo that is painful to the ears and causes the glass on the windows of cars to shake. It goes on for about 30 seconds and then suddenly stops.

That's when the real fun begins.

Bursting out /up/ from from the pebbles in the middle of the playground, a monstrous black DRAGON emerges, as if clambering out of a tunnel, unfurling leathery black wings and snorting grey /smoke/. The beast is about the size of a rhino (not counting wings and tail) and is layered in dull, black scales. It's eyes are orange, with slit yellow pupils. Perched on the dragon's neck, right behind its head, sits a wild-looking woman, wearing the equivalent of an animal-skin bikini and clutching a large bow. She wears a quiver of arrows and, on her head, is a silver crown of some kind.

Hot on the heels of the large dragon emerge several much smaller dragons that burst up out of the ground and, after shaking gravel from their bodies, unfurl their wings and take to the skies. The woman on the large dragon raises her bow and shouts something in an unintelligible tongue, and the big dragon ROARS, echoed by the shrieks of the smaller dragons as they dive bomb into the already fleeing population of the playground.

"NOOO..! NO NO NO!" That's the sobbing cry of a young-looking mother who screams as the toddler aged boy that she is running for is suddenly snatched up by one of the smaller dragons and carried into the air.

As for Noah... he was just taking a walk in the park. Nothing suspicious about the old man except perhaps the fact that the heat is not bothering him as much as one might expect. Unlike most, he does not break into panic when the dragons emerge from the ground below. She just pauses, people streaming past him on either side, and perhaps lets out the faintest sigh. He pivots, and begins walking /towards/ the danger, commenting simply. "Oh /really/." Only the metal gauntlet on his left hand reveals him as any different from the people running away...

Story turns up, running to a stop, and blinks. "Ah... do you know a Sharur? Helllooooo?", she calls out, cupped hands over her mouth. "Hable ingles por favor?" She tenses, though, ready for... well, giant bitey or firey or whatever's bound to come next. Her attention, at least, shifts towards Noah. "Uh... yes! Really!", she calls out, before turning her attention back to the dragons. "Rahhhhhhh!", she tries loudly back at the reptilian horrors.

Sharur is... in New York. Was she accompanying her queen? Probably really, but even her highness Kaboom needs some time to herself, and Sharur has gotten experienced enough with earth to learn of modern concerns like "do not eat the cars". Important life lessons, you know? Thus, the fact she's walking down the street in human form, nibbling on a hamburger, is purely... ironic luck as a monster seems to crawl out of the earth! "..." Another bite, as she sort of stares a moment. Not all that threatened still, mind you, as she seems non-plussed in all the panic. The rest is devoured in a gulp, as she starts whispering to herself.

Kaboom meanwhile was in the park herself, though not right with Sharur. Certainly, -she- was not riding a dragon, as at the moment this would be quite silly. Actually, she's not in sight. But that noise ramping up is hard to miss, and just after the dragons emerge she's come back that way, to seek her bodyguard. "Sharur! Have you seen...." That's when she spots just what that -represents-. "Oh my. You! Put the child down!"

Noah just stares, his gaze narrow, as he watches whats happening all around him. Finally, he intones this, in a surprisingly stentorian voice. "Now listen here... if you want to go on a rampage, smash and destroy, throw your weight around... I don't care. It's none of my concearn. But only /trash/ involve children in their predations."

The old man whirls, and clutches his gauntlet, red lightning dancing from it to the ground. "Arrogant beasts!" He booms out. "You face your better!" In response to his boasts, a gigantic reptilian claw, itself larger then the small dragons present, appears in mid-air, and zooms forward, snatching the child right out of one of the small dragons claws.

The huge black dragon roars angrily and, for some reason, seems fixated on Sharur...despite her unchanged form. Perhaps it senses something? Perhaps it's just dumb luck. For whatever reason, the dragon rears up and launches itself at her, claws grasping, but the assault fails to land...perhaps when dragons get so big, they lose a little finesse.

Heroine swings her hands wide in a flourish, her costume glittering and then flowering into her white and gold rendition of Kaboom's costume... with a little red mantle. "Okay, that's against the rules here. No women, no kids. Jerks!" With that, she gathers crystals in her hand, mumbling something, before calling out, "Chill out!"

Lancing her hands forward, she catches two of the dragon-ishes in blue-white energy, one of it catching it full-bore, frosting over and smashing to the ground while the other flaps away, catching only a bit of frost.

"SKREEEE!!!!" The dragonet that Noah accosted reacts badly to having the toddler taken from it. It swoops down angrily and rakes at Noah with claws and teeth, doing minor damage, and likely giving him reason to reach for the hydrogen peroxide later on.

Kaboom only was near the ground when she met with Sharur, but with the -friendly- dragon still in human form she's the one that goes to defense, aiming for the large black dragon in turn. "And you, don't think I've never faced dragons before." She lifts into the air, and a sweep of her hand sends out a spray of pale violet motes of light that explode in an array of tight bursts. The attack looks to be fairly wild, though. While it's -upward- aimed, at least it isn't striking anything else, but it sure went wide of her target. She looks rather frustrated missing something that size.

The fourth dragonet goes after Story, and zeroes in on her as it dive bombs from above, but for all it's frantic screeching, clawing and biting, it just manages to muss up her hair a bit.

Rargh!", Sharur yells as she's... lept at! There are advantages to these puny human forms though in terms of agility, as she ducks and rolls. A moments' more of angry chanting, and finally... yes, a flare of light and fire, as she erupts upwards in a tower of red scales. Yes... a dragon herself, skin like steel, teeth like swords, claws like scythes, thirty... perhaps fourty feet from snout to tail, enormous! And rearing upwards, teeth and claws bared in defensive anger! A sweep of claws, as her designated foe rears back, Sharur rising upwards in a threatening, wing-spread pose!

Rule #1 about the dragons of Anki: they are incredibly territorial.

The lady mounted on the big dragon's back yells angrily in some kind of bizarre (to your ears) jibberish. As she does, a gem mounted into her tiara flashes red, and the large dragon roars in response. With startling speed, the dragonrider nocks an arrow into her bow and lets it loose at Noah...only to have it go wide and embed itself into the wood of a playground structure, where it hits with a thud and a quiver. The dragonrider's response is not intelligible, but it is likely unprintable.

"My baby! My baby! Please, give him to me!" The distraught mother of the child rushes forward, unmindful of the danger and pleads with Noah for her child, who is now screaming at the top of his little lungs.

Noah snaps at the terrified woman. "Yes, yes." As he waves his gauntlet, the gigantic claw in the air echoing his motion and depositing the child near its mother. He turns then and focuses his attention on the smaller beast harassing him. He swipes his gauntlet down, but his aim is off, and the massive claw under his comment slams the ground harmlessly. Of course, at the same time, the scratches he took from the dragon have entirely mended themselves... leaving only his suit the worse for wear.

When Sharur turns into an even /larger/ dragon, the black dragon seems not cowed, but enraged. He roars and claws the ground and then launches himself at Sharur....but his claws barely even graze her, and he ends up doing more damage to the playground instead. His rider chides him angrily, but he doesn't seem to take notice of this.

"Or old men, either!" Heroine turns, and mutters something quickly drowned out by the CRACK of mini-thunder, lightning arcing from her hand to a dragon and tasing it in the brain. It spins over, crashing down, and then looks over the woman. "You know, you're only getting your pets hurt. Whatever plan you have, it's seriously not going to work like this!"

Well, the dragonet that was harassing Noah is toast...meanwhiles, the dragonet that was harassing Story...continues to harass her. It shrieks and swoops back around but...again is unsuccessful at laying sharp claws and teeth upon her. Much fluttering of wing and flailing of claws accomplishes nil.

The last remaining dragonet swoops in at Kaboom, but it too fails to hit its mark. Maybe whoever trained these things needs to focus a little harder on accuracy...

Kaboom's recovering from that miss meanwhile, sweeping in nearer Sharur...though still tending a bit behind the dragon. After all, while she knows Sharur can take most of her blows, she's not quite as resilient against the fire breath. A hand extends to the woman on the dragon. "Stand down, or fall down! After an entrance like that, however, I admit I don't /really/ care which."

A great swirling forms in the air around her, the air itself turning to mist from sudden cold. But beyond that, in the air above form shards of ice. Hundreds of them, thousands, in seconds bundling into rocky chunks that swirl like grinding boulders in a tightly kept wind, then shatter in a hailstorm that showers the area like frozen shrapnel. The smaller dragon caught within is dropped from the sky, battered and wings ice-covered. The hail rains off the scales of the two larger dragons to leave no harm but a little lingering frost, and the woman atop the black dragon seems to find some shelter in the saddle to find little real harm. Kaboom's wards meanwhile seem to deflect the spell away harmlessly, even with her in the middle of the blast.

"What are you doing here! This is my city!", Sharur exclaims, in english! Her voice in this form is... not very feminine mind you, a deep rumbling like thunder during a rockslide. She doesn't even flinch at Kaboom's attacks, mind... the two have practiced before, and the dragon's scales are nearly impervious to injury like that, shards of ice cracking harmlessly against her armored hide. She's a bit less experienced in fighting other dragons... but she's not some whelp, and she's fought monsters of various sorts before. A lash of teeth, clenched to the black dragon's jaw, a spurt of blood, and its eyes rolls back as it slumps over. Fortunately scars are considered to build character for dragons.

Her mount downed, the dragonrider leaps from the saddle. Showing little loyalty to her fallen beast, she glares angrily at the intercessors for a brief moment before turning and beginning to sprint away. Apparently she is weighing her chances as 'not good.'

Meanwhile, the mother of the snatched child has sobbed a thank-you to Noah and has grabbed her son and is fleeing in roughly the opposite direction that the savage woman is.

"Madam... let me explain this to you." Comments Noah, as he pivots, watching the retreating savage dragon-rider. "You attacked a /child/ within my line of sight. Within my zone of control. You have /offended/ me." His voice steadily rising, spittle actually spraying at the loudest words. "You will /not/ walk away from Doctor Dreadnought!" He howls out, extending and clenching his gauntlet, as a great bestial... horrifically monsterous head appears in the air, roaring and then seizing the woman in its jaws, holding her firm. The roar is quite impressive... the apocalyptic beast allowing for a split second to vent its fury to echo Noahs own.

The large black dragon, once a fearsome sight to behold, lies maimed under Sharur's vicious assault. It hisses and flexes its claws, tail twitches, but otherwise it does nothing, massive flanks heaving with each breath, and inky black blood draining from its gaping wounds.

Swinging around, Heroine adds, "Ugh, I feel like I should get in trouble for this, these are probably endangered or something-" She forms a sphere of ice in her hand. "Well, hopefully you're tough enough to take this!" With a flick of her wrist, she launches the ball, freezing and downing the dragon. "Seriously, she should have trained you to 'sit'.", she says, brushing her bangs with a sigh.

Kaboom keeps up in the air there, and with the small dragons down and the big dragon gravely wounded? She puts one more layer on the woman atop it. Stands to reason she's the center of this. "Sharur! Don't kill it!" That spoken even as her hand grips in the air, and bands of shimmering force lock around the already telekinetically immobilized woman. "But make sure it doesn't do anything foolish."

"I'm not going to kill it!", Sharur rumbles, sounding hurt. She already learned her villain-eating lesson... and she tends to only bodily devour supernaturally evil opponents, so as to purify them in the furnace of her gullet. You know. With her foe - and obviously inferior counterpart - on the ground and bleeding, its a simple matter to slam it upside the head with a clenched, scaled fist, to let consciousness fade. "There's... something on a bench nearby. A machine," she adds. Easy to hear, with that loud and deep voice.

The captured dragonrider becomes more shrill and frantic as she screams threats and (probably) obscenities in her strange, foreign tongue. Nonetheless, she is held fast between the magic bonds and Noah's gauntlet. She kicks and struggles and thrashes, but all for naught.

The 'machine' that Sharur draws attention to, appears to be an off-the-shelf Sony Handycam, but something's attached to it. Something with some sort of antennae on it. Observant types might notice that (prior to being touched) the camera is pointed directly at the area where the creatures first appeared from out of the gravel of the playground.

Noah watches the situation for a time... only releasing his grip, and causing that monsterous head to vanish, when he's sure Kabooms magical bonds have the dragon-rider firmly held. He is... pristine. There is not a scratch on him by this point, despite his previous injury, a testament to the monsterous regenerative powers of his gauntlet. But his suit is not so lucky. He frowns slightly, adjusting its fit, and comments. "And I suppose our dear dragonrider here dosen't have any gold coins in her fantastical undergarments to pay for my suit. Typical."

Story looks over to Kaboom, and asides, "Do you... er, we, maybe, know anything for translation?" She walks over towards the camera, peering at it. "Somebody knew they'd- wait, it's this thing broadcasting?" She leans in towards it. "Hello? Jerk? Hellooooo?", floating slightly in midair.

"I can't understand her either." Kaboom shakes her head to Story. "We can get back to her, though." Which is when she follows after the other, temporarily, sorceress so that she can lean in and look at the small machine with a frown. "Who would know this to record it though?"

Sharur continues to perch menacingly. All the pedestrians have long since fled in terror, and eh, even if the police panic about a dragon still being in the park she's at least bulletproof you know? "What? What is it?", she rumbles.

The camera, not surprisingly, gives no answer. The sounds of sirens in the distance become audible. NYPD might not be equipped to handle rampaging dragons, but at least they respond pretty quickly in the higher rent districts.

Noah actually lets out a sigh, and comments with mild exhasperation. "The one who lured her to the surface of course. I'm sure we'll find that our primitive protagonist over here belives she's just avenging a slight or addressing a threat or some such. This was staged. It's a fairly typical ploy." The former supervillian seems profoundly unimpressed.

Story picks it up and searches for the power switch to flick it off. "Staged? But..." She sighs. "Doesn't any sense. I mean, we're not going to roll over to a bunch of flying liz-" She pauses and looks abashed at Sharur. "- not like you I mean. Anyway. And it's not like I'm not totally public anyway. No secrets here." She raises a hand to wave to cops, then... has a moment of freakout before changing back to her normal costume.

Kaboom meanwhile shows no worries at being seen on camera, but she does seem a bit less than pleased still. "I can understand that, I suppose, but staged for -whom?-" She turns back to the police as they arrive at least. "It seems to be clear!"

Sharur snorts, a gullet of smoke rising from her parted fangs. She is somewhat threatening-looking even when she's on the heroes side, isn't it? And a bit egocentric about said same... presence. There's a reputation to uphold and all.

Story sets the camera down after setting it off. "Still, like, good work as usual. Nobody eaten, heck, nobody even /bit/. Er. No bystanders, anyway." She moves towards the cops. After all, she is a local. "Hey, whenever you're ready for a statement.", she says. "I just can't, ah, be out too late."

The police swarm the scene, having brought along, interestingly enough, both animal control and the fire department. There's some initial confusion -- and near hostilities -- upon seeing Sharur there, but after that's cleared up (and some witnesses who watched from a safe distance have come forward), the NYPD is appreciative and grateful for the help of the brave heroes who responded to the emergency.

Statements are taken. The camera is confiscated as evidence. The dragonrider woman is taken into police custody, and the a special unit is called in to transport the dragons to a holding area until a decision about them can be made. The park is roped off for further investigation.

The immediate crisis is resolved, but many glaring questions still remain. One thing is without a doubt: that whatever -- or whoever -- caused this incident is likely still at large. The question is...what will they do next?

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	'''The Aegis-Star Corps:''' As UHA's training program for young, would-be members, the ASC has rather notably been on the front lines of conflicts and disasters and the war against Shayol on many occasions, whether by divine providence or as a form of training. ASC members are issued powered down White Guardian Gems, but in exchange for their lessened capabilities, they possess a special emergency function intended to provide ASC cadets with a powerful Plan B, should all the members of a given Corps element agree to utilize it: by temporarily combining their Gems and uttering a special security phrase, cadets can draw reprogrammed and repurposed Shayolan weapons technologies from UHA holding facilities to wherever the element may be. After a small period of time, the Shayolan weapon will return to storage, hopefully leaving the Corps element unharmed--and likely leaving them with one hell of a mess to clean up.		'''The Aegis-Star Corps:''' As UHA's training program for young, would-be members, the ASC has rather notably been on the front lines of conflicts and disasters and the war against Shayol on many occasions, whether by divine providence or as a form of training. ASC members are issued powered down White Guardian Gems, but in exchange for their lessened capabilities, they possess a special emergency function intended to provide ASC cadets with a powerful Plan B, should all the members of a given Corps element agree to utilize it: by temporarily combining their Gems and uttering a special security phrase, cadets can draw reprogrammed and repurposed Shayolan weapons technologies from UHA holding facilities to wherever the element may be. After a small period of time, the Shayolan weapon will return to storage, hopefully leaving the Corps element unharmed--and likely leaving them with one hell of a mess to clean up.

-	It's uncommon for there to be more than one senior class of ASC cadets at a time, and it's only the seniors who are issued Gems and allowed to function in limited capacity on the front lines. The members of the current ASC class include '''Reverie''', a literal dream woman who's crossed into the waking world and brought some of the ever-shifting gossamer beauty and mental trickery of dreams with her, the outwardly ~~bestial~~ but deceptively gentle, superdense faerie prince '''Iron-Eye''' whose incredible mass can be transferred to other objects to weight them down, '''Everyman''' who, despite being a baseline human being, owns a variety of costumes and superscience gadgets to put him on par with his fellow cadets, and '''Blackstone''', magnetically-empowered community activist and rebel.	+	It's uncommon for there to be more than one senior class of ASC cadets at a time, and it's only the seniors who are issued Gems and allowed to function in limited capacity on the front lines. The members of the current ASC class include '''Reverie''', a literal dream woman who's crossed into the waking world and brought some of the ever-shifting gossamer beauty and mental trickery of dreams with her, the outwardly ogreish but deceptively gentle, superdense faerie prince '''Iron-Eye''' whose incredible mass can be transferred to other objects to weight them down, '''Everyman''' who, despite being a baseline human being, owns a variety of costumes and superscience gadgets to put him on par with his fellow cadets, and '''Blackstone''', magnetically-empowered community activist and rebel.

-	Despite the group's name and purpose, the UHA is, ultimately, not a super-regimented military outfit, as it wouldn't really fit with the culture; accordingly, the /ASC/, despite its responsibilities and the seriousness of its lessons, has plenty of room for its members to be kids while they still can be. They can be found out and about being teenagers and disappointing their superhero parents/guardians/minders as often as they can be found doing reconnaisance on Neo-Qart Hadast holdings.	+	Despite the group's name and purpose, the UHA is, ultimately, not a super-regimented military outfit, as it wouldn't really fit with the culture; accordingly, the /ASC/, despite its responsibilities and the seriousness of its lessons, has plenty of room for its members to be kids while they still can be. They can be found out and about being teenagers and disappointing their superhero parents/guardians/minders as often as they can be found doing reconnaisance on Neo-Qart Hadast holdings. Their emergency superweapon is the Shayolan '''All-Devourer''', a matter and energy-consuming engine that can draw in just about anything around it to power an array of highly destructive weapons; it is, curiously, shaped just like a caped 21st century heroic-paragon throwback.

The Empire of Venus!

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	This comes as a further blow to space exploration after recent months, in which the Eternal's attempted asteroid strike - as well as several other high-profile extraterrestrial attacks - forced a re-examination of space defense programs. "The money isn't infinite, and increasing some other aspect of it invariably hurts research and exploration," added Cody Alvis, of NASA.		This comes as a further blow to space exploration after recent months, in which the Eternal's attempted asteroid strike - as well as several other high-profile extraterrestrial attacks - forced a re-examination of space defense programs. "The money isn't infinite, and increasing some other aspect of it invariably hurts research and exploration," added Cody Alvis, of NASA.
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		+	===Venus opens diplomatic relations with United Nations===
		+	(September 2nd, 2010; Associated Press)
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		+	Earlier today, officials in both the United States and United Nations have confirmed rumors that intelligent life has been confirmed on the planet Venus, and that it is in contact with governments around the world. The Ntrarant Vngwar ("Empire of Venus", or "Cytherean Dominion") is the sole government on the planet, divided into what is believed to be six city-states, each buried beneath the surface of the planet. The Ntrarant themselves are a monogendered humanoid population, and are unable to survive the external environment on Venus.
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		+	Up until earlier this year the head of state was Kathio Tuai Therza ("War Queen Therza"), an aggressive leader who had planned a full-scale invasion of Earth due to erroneous information and strategy. Several Cytherean agents were captured outside of Las Vegas, but their origin was not identified until recently. Due to preemptive intervention by earth-based metahumans Therza was forced to step down as leader of the Empire. At the moment the capital of Kthr Zi ("City Three") is under the control of a legislative military council who are overseeing both the diplomatic overtures with earth and ongoing relief efforts for their population.
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		+	In addition to the small delegation to the United Nations on board the UNSA-run Palladium station, negotiations have been opened with the United States, Russia, the People's Republic of China, and India. "At the moment, with the exception of the diplomats on the Palladium, all negotiations are currently being done remotely through videos and audio communication," explained Howard Sutton, a liason with the U.S. State Department. It is believed the distance is due to a cultural prohibition against interfering with earth, and recent upheaval and regime change on the planet has resulted in a more open willingness to interact with Earth.
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		+	"At the moment, diplomacy is limited. All the Cythereans have offered the UN is distanced neutrality," Sutton explained. "An ongoing cease fire in exchange for a "no fly zone" around the planet for earth craft and probes. We're hoping to open broader trade and mutually beneficial exchanges of ideas and technology, but this could be months or years down the line. It's a delicate diplomatic process."
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		+	Despite official hesitance from the Cytherean government, there has been limited access by metahuman specialists, some by specific request. An ongoing series of terraforming projects overseen by the Cytherean government has already had a slow-paced but noticeable effect on the atmosphere of Venus, with temperatures having dropped almost 30°C since this time last year, with a 5% decrease in air pressure. This aid is being given unofficially, but it is expected that the process will only accelerate, and that cloud cover might well break within a year.
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		+	Reactions to the news have been mixed. Senator Dustin Broadhurst (CO) has expressed caution about the diplomatic efforts. "Whatever the case may be, it's obvious that the Imperial government is a rigid and corrupt hierarchy, with long term goals of expanding their reach and territory. They're no better than North Korea, and a cessation of hostilities is not the same thing as a gesture of peace." Senator Sands was not availble for comment, but her campaign committee offered a prepared statement, "This is one more example of the irresponsible action of so-called metahuman "superheroes". Aid should not have been rendered to our enemies without first knowing their plans, and changing the environment of a planet without consulting with leading experts and appropriate government branches is recklessness of the highest caliber."
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		+	(The article digresses from here into a summary of what's known about the Cythereans themselves, in terms of biology and their caste-based culture.)

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Casualty

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	*[[2010-08-09 - Welp, Time To Call Grandma]]		*[[2010-08-09 - Welp, Time To Call Grandma]]
	*[[2010-08-17 - Recovery]]		*[[2010-08-17 - Recovery]]
		+	*[[2010-08-29 - YOU]]

	==Emitted Stuff==		==Emitted Stuff==

Delirium

Liv — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 02:20:40 GMT

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	*[[2010-06-18 - Big Green Birthday]] - A long and annoying day can sometimes have a happy end.		*[[2010-06-18 - Big Green Birthday]] - A long and annoying day can sometimes have a happy end.
	*[[2010-08-13 - Eternal Nemesis! (Part Three)]] - The year now is 2510, and the Galactic Heroic Alliance defends Luna, capital of the United Free Worlds, from Dark Star's sinister minions! But what in the world is happening in this future era, and how does it tie to the modern day...?		*[[2010-08-13 - Eternal Nemesis! (Part Three)]] - The year now is 2510, and the Galactic Heroic Alliance defends Luna, capital of the United Free Worlds, from Dark Star's sinister minions! But what in the world is happening in this future era, and how does it tie to the modern day...?
		+	*[[2010-08-29 - YOU]]

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2010-08-29 - YOU

Liv — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 02:19:41 GMT

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{{Logsummary|
Title=YOU
|Summary=WHA recognizes Liv. Liv recognizes Delirium.
|Who=[[Casualty|Liv]], [[Delirium|Matt]]
|Date=August 29, 2010
|Where=NYC, Office of Dr. Matt Haydon
|}}

Once again, Liv has been contacted by Matt Hayton, this time with a polite request that she drop by his office for a second time, but without any real information beyond that. Assuming she agrees, she'll find almost precisely the same arrangement as before: the quiet street outside, the empty waiting room, the smiling and efficient assistant who is prepared to usher Liv into Matt's office the instant she arrives. It's all terribly genteel.

When Liv gets that message, letter, fax, whatever, she scratches the back of her head a bit. Mysteries. Well. She can't say she hates them, but she doesn't like surprises either. So when she shows up -- this time in jeans and a long-sleeved blouse... and combat boots -- she's dressed for anything, right? She murmurs a greeting for the assistant, Julia, by name -- and wonders if she'll get more fancy water. Before she can voice it, however, she's in Matt's office.

"Doctor," she says, her tone not unpleasant, but a little wary. She still hasn't re-learned mere curiosity. So suspicious, is Liv.

Rising from behind his desk, Matt strides across the room to offer Liv his hand in greeting. "Ms. Moretti - Liv - thanks for coming on such short notice. Please, have a seat. Julia, would you mind grabbing some water? Thanks." Maybe he read her mind.

As before, Matt settles himself on a comfortable couch and motions for Liv to take whatever chair suits her. Julia reappears with the fancy water, and then disappears again, the door closing softly behind her. Matt crosses his legs and settles back, apparently entirely at ease. "I just wanted to follow up with you after our last conversation. It won't take long, probably."

Liv takes the hand, shaking briskly, with that cool touch and the curious lack of 'give' to the flesh. She takes the same seat she did last time, which Matt might have expected. Habits, routines, are good things. There's a subtle glance after Julia, and then Liv reaches for her water.

"Alright," the one-eyed woman replies. "Before you start: how've you been? Business good?" She figures it is. People are pretty screwed up. But maybe it's a good sign that she inquires.

Inclining his head, Matt replies, "Things have been...busy, yes." The corners of his eyes crinkle slightly as he smiles. "Busy, but otherwise well. And yourself? How have you been?" He leans forward as he asks this, and helps himself to some water as well.

The cyborg can't help but grimace a little. She sips the water, then admits, "A friend was kidnapped. And killed. We weren't in time." That is, it happened right in front of her. "Then she came back. She's a meta. It... it threw me for a loop."

Matt's brow furrows. "I'm very sorry to hear that. Even with those who can return from death, it's incredibly difficult to deal with such things. Your friend is alright, though? And yourself...you're coping, clearly. If you'd like to talk about it, however, please feel free." He flashes a brief, wry smile. "No charge."

"Ha," Liv says, making it a word rather than an outright laugh, although she does briefly smirk. "It... it hit /hard/, for a bit. We had such a complicated relationship." No indication of a romance, there, rather that they did /not/ get along. Or, since there's lingering guilt on Liv's part, /she/ did not get along with this other person. "Nobody knew she could revive herself, and it took awhile, so... I mean. Her sister and her... her girlfriend and I, we're all coworkers... it was bad."

Matt nods, slowly, gaze both considering and thoughtful. "I'm sure it was. And of course, the effects of such a trauma don't vanish once someone is revived. You mentioned your co-workers. Has this brought you all closer together, or has the effect been negative, do you think?"

Liv rubs the back of her neck a little, ruffling the hair there. Then she holds her water in both hands, frowning at it. "Yes and no. I think the three of us, her girlfriend and I, we're closer. And we weren't, always. I don't think she gets out much now, though. She clings pretty close. And /I/ don't want to let her out sometimes, either. She could be targetted again."

"It sounds like that's certainly a possibility," Matt agrees. "But of course you can't keep her safe forever, nor can she cling to you forever. Like anyone victimized by severe trauma, she'll have to re-learn how to feel safe. And she'll be looking to you, and to the others, for help doing that." He pauses for a moment. "It sounds like she already has plenty of support, which is great. Just be available and supportive, and I think you'll all come out the other side stronger for it." Another pause, another wry little smile. "Does that help?"

"Y...es," Liv replies. She abruptly straightens her shoulders, though. "Just not what you invited me here for. Sorry. You /could/ have a paying customer, and I'm not. Supposedly." She gives him a hairy eyeball for a few seconds; this is her idea of a joke.

"Don't apologize," Matt says with a quick shake of his head. "I invited you to talk about it, and this is what I do for a living, after all." He pauses to sip his water, and then adds, "In any case, your welfare does concern me. Not as a patient or client, however." His lips curve into a smile. "I'm happy to say that the World Heroic Alliance is extending to you an invitation to join. There are no conditions, no caveats. You should know something, however." He doesn't move, but suddenly he is the recognizable, illusion-shifting form of Delirium. "This is how the WHA knows me, and, if you accept, how you'll know me as well."

Liv will be glad she'd set the water aside by that point. Matt will, too. While the cyborg starts to smile at the confirmation, unable to help so -- really, she should do it more often; it sheds a few years and makes her far more personable -- she /shoots/ out of her chair fast enough to flip it back when Matt transforms. Her entire demeanor goes from relaxed and yayful to '/holy shit/' and just about combat-ready. Her hands are certainly in fists.

"You!" If one were close enough, could they hear the computer mind at work. "I mean.... uh. Sorry." She turns, awkwardly, to right the chair. "I've run into an iteration of you."

...Buh? Well. Maybe not buh, if Scott discussed it. But Liv has no idea.

Matt's illusory facade flickers and vanishes at Liv's reaction, and he is on his feet a moment later, his expression one of surprise. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to alarm you." He pauses, then closes his eyes for a moment. "Of course," he murmurs. "I completely forgot. Icarus told me that you had encountered another version of me in another universe. Phantasm, I think he was called." Eyes open once more, he adds, "I'm really sorry, Liv. I didn't want to upset you. Even psychiatrists can sometimes lack tact."

Liv chuckles. Kinda. It has kind of a grating sound, like she doesn't do it often, and it's a little shaky to boot, but she is shrugging off her alarm. "No, I'm just quick on the trigger. You were showing off and welcoming me; my fault. Delirium, right?"

"Delirium, yes." Matt sinks back into his chair, motioning for Liv to do the same. His smile is faint, but genuine. "I keep my meta-identity a secret. A lot of people would be put off by someone in my position if they knew what else I could do." He lets silence fall for a moment, then adds, "In any case. Consider yourself invited. You don't have to decide anything right now, of course. Think it over if you wish. But please know that we'd be thrilled to have you join us."

The cyborg ponders the ramifications of that, then grunts. She supposes it should make her more uncomfortable, but she can't bring herself to be /too/ concerned some mind-manipulation was going on while Matt was psychoanalyzing her. It's possible she thinks the computer in her brain would've protected her a bit.

"I don't have to decide anything /else/ right now, either. I'm in. Why put my name forward and put up with a shrink at all just to say 'no?'" she counters.

"Fantastic!" Matt says, rising to his feet once more. "In that case, Liv, welcome to the WHA." He offers her his hand once more, adding as he does so, "And I appreciate your....'putting up' with me. I promise to keep the head-shrinking to a minimum from now on."

"Thanks." Liv rises to take the hand and grip it -- perhaps a bit more firmly than last time -- and then she snorts when she reclaims her own hand. "I doubt it," she mutters.

"I'm not the resident therapist, honestly," Matt asserts with a smile. "And please believe that I won't be keeping an eye on you. None of us will. You're in, you're welcome, and that's that. I'll ask Chimera to arrange a little meet-and-greet with the other members, and to pass along the communication technology we all use. You'll be expected to be on-call for portions of your daily life - it's far from onerous, but it's not insignificant, either."

Liv backtracks to the chair and sinks into it with a more comfortable slouch this time. All she needs is a footstool and a beer, really; it's a pretty comfortable chair all told. She still seems vaguely smirkily amused at the whole nothing that nobody will be keeping an eye on her, but she lets it slide -- possibly because she knows Matt can see she doesn't believe it.

"I'm in Vegas," she reminds. "That likely to be a problem? And I've got a radio built in."

Matt's professional bonhomie evaporates, and he fixes Liv with a cool yet genuine stare. He knows what she's thinking, and it doesn't take superhuman powers. "You aren't joining on probation, Liv. You won't be treated as a threat. For what it's worth, I trust you absolutely. The others will as well." He pauses, then adds, "As for your location in Vegas, no, that won't be a problem. Our headquarters has teleportation technology that can make such problems irrelevant"

"I probably /should/ be. Now that I'm a member maybe I'll make the suggestion," Liv says dryly. See? She can turn her suspiciousness to a good cause. The WHA, and maintaining its security. She does, however, allow "Thanks for the vote of confidence" with a bow of her head. Maybe she's willing to grant it what with the guy being the shrink and all. "I guess I know most of the members anyway, who wouldn't give me a cold shoulder," she admits. "Teleporting without the Deathless, or Scott," she then murmurs. "How novel..."

"Scott does do a lot of grunt-work when it comes to moving people around," Matt admits with another faint smile. "And yes," he adds wryly, "by all means, feel free to suggest that we keep an eye on you. Though I'm looking forward to working with you, Liv. We need you. And maybe - just maybe - you need us as well." He punctuates that with another easy smile. Consulting his watch, he then murmurs, "I have a client waiting, I'm afraid. Thanks for coming, though. We'll be in touch, soon."

"Maybe," Liv allows. At least it's a step forward -- massive bounds, really? -- that she's able to hook herself up with a team rather than soloing it. Even Naui Xochitl is more of a coalition, and the majority are family members anyway... "Sure. Sure. Feel free to radio me."

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== The 77th Century ==

Earth of the 77th Century is dominated by superhumans; what few unpowered humans remain are unique and, without exception, incredibly skilled in their own ways. Inspired by such incredible myths as Doktor Eclipse stealing the moon to ferry herself and her allies through its shadow to a backwards, labyrinthian Earth ruled by a tyrannical duplicate of the immortal Deathless and the stone giant Faultline sinking an island of metal gorgons amidst volcanic fire, the people of the 77th Century have turned their near-uniform genetic perfection and prodigious superhuman power towards creating a society where the unlimited variations and opportunities presented by the full spectrum of posthumanity are celebrated.

Supervillains still have their place in this society, but the clashes between they and the many superheroes of the world are things of theatrics and high drama, where the only things at stake are the enjoyment of those involved and those observing; the true threats to the world and universe at large - parasitic realities, seventh dimensional warlords, the Nameless undead of Outside - are the canvasses on which hero and villain alike seek to make their everlasting marks on history and create the legends of the future, though for the last several hundred years, one in particular has stood out larger than any other: Shayol, the tomb-world of the Neo-Qart Hadast.

Earth and its billionfold posthuman protectors have been the biggest obstacle to the tyrannical Dark Star's expansionist desires, managing over time to prove increasingly capable of keeping him from not only Earth, but other planets in its galaxy, and then in neighboring galaxies, and then across the universe; accordingly, the bulk of Dark Star's attentions are now focused on finding some weakness in Earth's posthuman populace so that it and they can be wiped away forever, and in turn, Earth - in particular, its most elite protectors, the Universal Heroic Armada - has concentrated keenly on Shayol.

Currently, the two sides are stalemated against one another with neither side willing to make any moves against the other, lest the resultant retaliation be too much to bear; however, it's only a matter of time before the lukewarm war heats up again, and during the downtime, Earth in particular has resorted to unconventional tactics - sending a small number of trusted agents to probe the Shayol of the 21st Century to try and find a way to destabilize the Shayol of the 77th, for example - to try and gain the upper hand.

== White Guardian Gems ==

Ugarian Galactic Guardian technology has a distinct place in the Earth of 7610, and nowhere is this more obvious than in the White Guardian Gems carried by the UHA and its affiliate organizations. White gems are gestalts of the Green, Yellow, Violet, Orange, Red, and Blue stones used by the Ugarian's agents for thousands of years, and while some of the higher functions of the individual gems have been curtailed - notably, the chronal functionality of the Blue gems and destructive potential of the Red and Yellow gems have been reined in significantly - they've been heavily upgraded with self-awareness.

Thus, every member of the UHA - whether operating with or without his/her fellow heroes - has the benefit of a partner capable of storing and analyzing massive amounts of data, requisitioning equipment from home, fabricating new tools or upgrading existing ones in the field, providing real time situational analysis and sub-vocal input, and most distinctly, transporting their wearers and those near their wearers anywhere in the universe near-instantaneously.

When processing, performing their higher functions or simply communicating, White Guardian Gems emit distinctive, soft-toned melodies; their wearers actually hear speech, notably.

== The Universal Heroic Armada ==

Earth is inhabited by billions of superhumans, and nearly all own at least one distinctive costume with a special heroic or villainous identity to go along with it--for many, in fact, these costumes, these identities, they're every day elements of their lives. Of these, many have performed at least a minor act of superheroism in their lives, but the real heroing, the toughest tasks, the biggest challenges, those are left to the brave men, women and inters of the Universal Heroic Armada. The bravest, the boldest, the most capable are accepted into the UHA's ranks, with membership viewed as a high honour and privilege.

Its members include:

'''Skygod:''' Religion in the 77th Century has shifted; the heroes and villains of the 21st Century have taken the place of the myths and legends of past ages, and so over time, the gods of those legends have largely been compressed together into a small number of composite entities representing the broad ideas that each individually stood for, which is as close as any can get to garnering much in the way of the worship they need to survive. One in particular, a conglomeration of sky-fathers, storm deities and creator gods known simply as 'Skygod', is one of the UHA's field leaders. Zhe's pretty strong and durable, but most importantly, zhe possesses a peerless connection with the natural landscape of whatever environment zhe happens to be in.

'''Locke N. Keye:''' As Earth's premier prestidigitator and escape artist, Locke is a strange but effective addition to the UHA's ranks; because of the immunity to bonds, restraints and bad predicaments afforded him by his variable probability field, he's currently on assignment in 21st Century Shayol, leaving his wife, UHA-powerhouse and Neo-Qart Hadast defector '''Gladiatrix''' behind to frowningly worry for his safety, with him so far from her protective embrace.

'''Supergiant:''' There's been a slow trickle of Neo-Qart Hadast elements making their way from Shayol to Earth once exposed to an alternative to the hell they've always known, and perhaps the strangest of these is a uniquely potent Red Guardian Gem procured from a captured Red Giant. Not unlike the White Guardian Gems worn by the members of the UHA, this gem is a sentient, self-aware being; /unlike/ the White Gems, it's also an eight foot tall humanoid that is, alternatingly, a red-skinned masculine entity or luminously red crystalline thing; its sentience is actually an accident owing to nothing more than its unexpectedly high energy output and the beginnings of the process used to break down individual Guardian Gems for use in White Gems or other Ugarian-derived technologies.

Because it/he is /still/ at its/his core a Red Guardian Gem, Supergiant is naturally a creature of incredible destructive urges and all-consuming rage; the soothing resonances of his White Guardian Gem, however, do an impressive job of keeping his/its aggressive impulses in check. It also provides the Supergiant with his/its far more acceptable red-skinned humanoid form.

'''Lux:''' Lux is one of the Supergiant's closest friends, likely because they compliment one another so well; he's a massive ball of barely controlled constructive urges and she's a petite beacon of hope and sunshine. He's grim and insular, she's optimistic and outgoing; when even the soothing song of his White Guardian Gem is insufficient to fully calm him, Lux is about the only one able to bring reason to the Supergiant's oftimes stormy temperament. She's more than just a soft influence of course, though; as her name sort of implies, she's a profoundly powerful energy manipulator, able to control not just visible light, but the entire electromagnetic spectrum with relative ease.

'''The Aegis-Star Corps:''' As UHA's training program for young, would-be members, the ASC has rather notably been on the front lines of conflicts and disasters and the war against Shayol on many occasions, whether by divine providence or as a form of training. ASC members are issued powered down White Guardian Gems, but in exchange for their lessened capabilities, they possess a special emergency function intended to provide ASC cadets with a powerful Plan B, should all the members of a given Corps element agree to utilize it: by temporarily combining their Gems and uttering a special security phrase, cadets can draw reprogrammed and repurposed Shayolan weapons technologies from UHA holding facilities to wherever the element may be. After a small period of time, the Shayolan weapon will return to storage, hopefully leaving the Corps element unharmed--and likely leaving them with one hell of a mess to clean up.

It's uncommon for there to be more than one senior class of ASC cadets at a time, and it's only the seniors who are issued Gems and allowed to function in limited capacity on the front lines. The members of the current ASC class include '''Reverie''', a literal dream woman who's crossed into the waking world and brought some of the ever-shifting gossamer beauty and mental trickery of dreams with her, the outwardly bestial but deceptively gentle, superdense faerie prince '''Iron-Eye''' whose incredible mass can be transferred to other objects to weight them down, '''Everyman''' who, despite being a baseline human being, owns a variety of costumes and superscience gadgets to put him on par with his fellow cadets, and '''Blackstone''', magnetically-empowered community activist and rebel.

Despite the group's name and purpose, the UHA is, ultimately, not a super-regimented military outfit, as it wouldn't really fit with the culture; accordingly, the /ASC/, despite its responsibilities and the seriousness of its lessons, has plenty of room for its members to be kids while they still can be. They can be found out and about being teenagers and disappointing their superhero parents/guardians/minders as often as they can be found doing reconnaisance on Neo-Qart Hadast holdings.

Chimera

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	*[[2010-08-09 - Charitable Acts]] - Random acts of kindness at Prohibition! And plans for more. Or something like that. (Jian and Chimera chat.)		*[[2010-08-09 - Charitable Acts]] - Random acts of kindness at Prohibition! And plans for more. Or something like that. (Jian and Chimera chat.)
		+	*[[2010-09-01 - Octolandshark goes walkies]] - The newest lieutenant assigned to the Glorious leader is sent on his first mission: Fetch a pack of smokes! Things go awry because the new lieutenant is HALF MEGALODON, HALF GIANT OCTOPUS.

	====Gamemastered Scenes====		====Gamemastered Scenes====

Whisper

Bonnie — Thu, 02 Sep 2010 08:06:50 GMT

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|Age=18
|Affiliation=INTEL
|HQ=Cramped Apartment, LA.
|Quote=''"..."''
|Powers=<br>
*Telepathy
*Mental Attacks
*Emotion Control
*Mind Control
|}}'''Whisper''' is the superhero alias of INTEL's intern, Wanda Rivera. She is fairly unknown on the hero scene as yet, though she has great promise as an extremely potent, if ill-trained, telepath. She is a sworn enemy of GORGON, and is determined to do all she can to bring about the destruction of that evil organization. But her primary concern right now is completing her internship with INTEL's Psychic Operations division in Las Vegas. A challenge that is proving stranger with every passing day.
==Background==
There was a time when Wanda Rivera would have given anything to have superpowers.

One moment in particular is imprinted on her mind, now. The murder of her mother and father by a costumed villain. Why she was allowed to live is a mystery she does not know the answer to, but even then, at the tender age of six, all she wanted to do was have the power to stop it. Her helplessness actually led to her suppressing all memory of the situation for many years.

Wanda never spoke a word after that day. Her voice seized up, and she was taken into custody by her Aunt, a kindly woman called Mary. Perhaps this would have ended there. One more example of tragedy which may never have been righted. But it did not. Wanda was destined for more, it was just that the tragedy of her birth had happened too early for the destiny of her birthright to come completely into the fore.

Wanda's mother was a scientist, and the radiation she worked with on a daily basis had altered the development of her offspring in ways that she could not have imagined. In truth, the villain that had murdered her parents had been sent on behalf of GORGON, who intended to capture the girl for their own purposes. Needless to say, that did not happen. The operative suffered a lethal moment of conscience, and Wanda was spared one possible future.

Under the tutelage of her Aunt, her childhood was a strict, but fair one. She was obviously still deeply traumatized by her experience, and she could not speak a word. But she muddled along as best she could with that minor handicap, she learned sign language, and she wrote. It was soon obvious to her Aunt that the girl had an extraordinary mind. She was developing at a rapid pace, and she was progressing through high school at a phenomenal rate in spite of her handicap. By age sixteen she had graduated, and she was beginning to consider what college to go to. History or law both seemed like fields she would really love to get into, and she was certain that she could overcome the lack of a voice in both fields, given the time and opportunity to do so.

The world was advancing at such a phenomenal pace, someone could help her get her voice back!

The girl began to explore various possible routes. But it soon became obvious that her problem was a psychological one as much as a physiological one. Even technological routes around the problem wouldn't work... because she didn't want them to. It was bizarre, and she found it very difficult to confront. Her Aunt actually had her attending therapy again, but, it was difficult to open up. She didn't enjoy 'talking' to a stranger, and she began to study psychology in her spare time. Mostly to try and understand the root of her own problems, without having to rely on someone else.

Although this time had drawn her away from her studies, she felt it was important that she get to the root of her problem before she went on to study. Unfortunately, by this point, she'd managed to crop up back on GORGON's radar. So they sent a team to recover her; at least in part to see why there were still references to her in their systems. It had been a decade, after all.

This time, however, her power did activate. The GORGON team kicked down the door to her and her Aunt's apartment, and the suppressed memories came flooding back with the insignia that they wore. Her Metagene had had time to mature, and this was the catalyst which made it come exploding to the fore.

Wanda's psychic power was an unpleasant surprise. The operatives weren't prepared for a young woman with the ability to assault their minds and turn them against one another. Wanda was determined to ensure that they didn't hurt her or her Aunt in the same way that strange man had hurt her real parents. She didn't know what to do, who to call, how to explain the six heavily armed super-soldiers that were incapacitated in her apartment.

So, she did the only thing she could think to do. She dialed 911 and fired one of their firearms down the phone line. That did the trick, and the police came round. She still couldn't talk, but she *could* speak into their minds. Something that she did, in order to explain what had happened. The cops weren't cut out to deal with this sort of thing, and they called in INTEL. Who arrived on the scene to help her contain the GORGON operatives, and explain to her Aunt what had happened.

INTEL were quite insistent that she should consider a career in their Psychic Operations division, but Wanda wasn't so certain. She still wanted to go to college, to study. On the other hand, she was worried that GORGON would keep coming at her. INTEL would offer a way for her to train her powers, and keep her Aunt safe...

She ultimately agreed to enrole in INTEL as an intern in their Psychic Operations division, work out of their Las Vegas office. Her incredible psychic potential, ironically, pushed directly into the arms of the organization GORGON had hoped to keep her away from, by their actions. She's still learning how to utilize her potential, but she's determined to use her talent to hit back against GORGON, before GORGON has a chance to hit back against her again.
==Personality==
Wanda is a quiet person, both literally and figuratively. She approaches situations calmly, and does everything she can to be absolutely certain of herself before she acts. However, whilst she tries to be deeply practical and pragmatic, she is finding herself faced with situations that she has no idea how to handle on a near-daily basis.

Being mute for the majority of her life has made Wanda a good listener. She's not used to being listened to herself, though. It has been a challenge to make herself heard, and she's often felt more comfortable in writing. Even though she can now communicate with people, she chooses her words very carefully.

Most of the time, Wanda is a gentle soul. She rarely gets angry, and it takes a lot to tick her off. The big one most people may encounter is lethal force, which she has seen first hand. The trauma of that event has shaped much of her life, and she is unforgiving about its casual use.

The biggest hot button, though, is GORGON. The evil organization has been directly responsible for hounding her throughout her life, and she wants it destroyed. Indeed, Wanda's hatred of GORGON is so extreme that she could be persuaded to use lethal force herself if ordered to, or if the situation seemed that dire. This is not something Wanda has actually done yet, but she has thought about it, a lot. She certainly thinks she would be willing to kill the upper leadership of GORGON.

Less depressingly, Wanda also has a strong sense of family and duty. She loves her Aunt, and wants to do everything she can to make her life easier. At the same time, she wants to prove to herself that she could work in INTEL full time if she chose to go that route. She hasn't decided if she wants to yet, though. She's always wanted to study and complete her education, and although INTEL work has been challenging and fun... she's not sure if she would accept an offer to work full time or not, if she even managed to impress them enough to be given such an offer.
==Character Sheet==
Available in game!
==Logs==
Hopefully coming soon!

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Nereid

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	*[[2010-07-27 - The Fabulist: Chapter Three - Tome of Lies]] - A mad swordsman wanders the streets of the French Quarter, slaying innocent animals. But not all is as it seems. In fact, nothing is.		*[[2010-07-27 - The Fabulist: Chapter Three - Tome of Lies]] - A mad swordsman wanders the streets of the French Quarter, slaying innocent animals. But not all is as it seems. In fact, nothing is.
	*[[2010-07-27 - Cretoxyrhina mancelli vs. Basilosaurus cetoides]] - Mesozoa and Nereid meet at sea whilst the former is playing in the form of a plesiosaur of some kind. Mr. Pleistocene makes his first appearance in a surprise assassination attempt since Paleogene sea life is the absolute coolest.		*[[2010-07-27 - Cretoxyrhina mancelli vs. Basilosaurus cetoides]] - Mesozoa and Nereid meet at sea whilst the former is playing in the form of a plesiosaur of some kind. Mr. Pleistocene makes his first appearance in a surprise assassination attempt since Paleogene sea life is the absolute coolest.
		+	*[[2010-09-01 - Octolandshark goes walkies]] Nereid is one of the heroes on hand that confronts GORGON's latest monstrosity!

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2010-09-01 - Octolandshark goes walkies

No-prize — Thu, 02 Sep 2010 02:55:17 GMT

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Title=Octolandshark goes walkies
|Summary=The newest lieutenant assigned to the Glorious leader is sent on his first mission: Fetch a pack of smokes! Things go awry because the new lieutenant is HALF MEGALODON, HALF GIANT OCTOPUS.
|Who=[[Chimera]], [[Casualty]], [[Mesozoa]], [[Nereid]], [[Glorious Leader]](GMing, cameo.)
|Date=09/01/10
|Where=A 7-11 in North Jersey.
|}}

FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO: The Leader, monitoring transmissions, (For this read "Catching up on shows he missed on DVR") spoke over the intercom at the Evil Lair of evil. "Hey, send one of the new fish down to the corner and pick me up a pack of cigs, alright?" Two of the henchmen looked at each other "How did he know! I was just about to go tell him about the new arrival from Gorgonopolis!" "It's the Glorious Leader. His ways are mysterious." And so they look up at the newest member of the cell, staring. "You have heard the Glorious Leader! Go to the local Seven-Eleven and get him a package of cigarettes." A pause, and the first interrupts the second. "But...discreetly. He prefers we stay undercover, when possible." With a nod and a wave of a tentacle, the newest recruit lumbers off. "Will he be alright?" "If he's not, he's not fit to serve under Glorious Leader!"

Five Minutes ago: The roof of the nearby seven-eleven is pried clean off the building by the squirming tentacles of...OCTOLANDSHARK, AGENT OF GORGON! It lifts a package of cigarettes and puts them on the counter, but the clerk is too busy screaming and hitting the silent alarm, as outside, a truck drives directly into the gas pumps and EXPLODES in a cinematic fireball!

NOW: The slightly singed octoshark is squirming down the street, pilfered cigs in one tentacle, several victims in others. Fortunately, the Glorious Leader has yet to see the newsfeed. Also fortunately, heroes have!

Nereid has been taking her time in exploring the coastal cities of the United States. Sometimes she even goes further inland than she normally thought possible; bless modern society and its usage of pools and the like. Today, New Jersey has been the topic of her curiosity. While there are many stories about the forested region in this part of the country, it is in one of the cities that she currently finds herself. She sticks out as much as any hero might in this town, though for her these are her normal clothes. The rumbling and sounds caused by Octolandshark attract her attention and she breaks into a run, rounding the corner in time to see the monstrosity to head down the street, dragging things in its tentacles.

"In Amphitrite's name..."

Meanwhile, Chimera bravely responds to the alarms, leaping into action!

... Okay, uh. No, not really. Actually, he was visiting his folks, who were Very Worried about his Unsafe Lifestyle, and being the good son that he is he decided to stop by the convenience store and get them some milk and bread and all before he heads back home. Simple enough, really? Yeah. Well, except that makes for two oversized monsters in the place rather than one. "Hey! Uh," he calls out from the back, rummaging through the fridge. "Do you have anything fresher? These seem to be expi-" Sort of cut off midway by the sudden scream. And explosion. And uh, octoshark.

Yes, this is pretty much how Chimera spends most of his weekdays, why do you ask?

AHA, I mean WHA, HQ:

So very many technological THINGS. Casualty is familiarizing herself with them. She's /been/ here before, but didn't really get the in-depth tour, seeing as how she wasn't a member. When next she shows up and Chimera is away being a Good Son, she kind of wings it, 'cheating' by tapping into computers. It makes the media feeds available to her as well, so she finds out about the OHGODMINIKRAKEN?! about when... er, the general populace and/or municipal responders do.

"How the fuck does the teleporter /work?!/" She's radio'd Chimera as an ally before. She does so now. But she'll figure it out on her own, even if it's by more of the same 'cheating.' Yeah. She'll manage. Mostly...

HERE:

...Which is kind of why, uh, she's in the vicinity, but /falling/ some number of yards due to erroneous altitude input. There /used/ to be a roof there to catch her, of course. Guess the teleporter doesn't auto-update with the news.

Whaaaaaat? A rival dinobeing? Though this is not really actually a dinosaur or anything, megalodons are from slightly past her ruling epoch, so to speak. Allison, sipping a frosty chocolate milkshake, watching INTEL hotel-room TV, is filled with an inexplicable rage.

She stomps out of her room, throwing her shake on the ground, and lunges out into the parking lot.

"RAAAAAAR!" Tyranosaurs are not noted for their ability to avoid frightening crowds, but she will stomp her way towards the already crowd-frightening octoshark, waving tiny arms in wrathful protest of its presence. "This is MY era now! You get out of here!" She yells at it, dino-ishly. Possessive reptile, isn't she?

Octolandshark bellows- whether in rage or frustration, it's hard to say, and throws two of its of human victims directly at the dinosaur challenging it! Tentacles ripple and it shifts into a horrifying octo-shark fighting stance, serrated shark teeth springing out of it tentacle's suckers. That's not good. It bellows again, this time a challenge of its own. That roughly translates to "Yeah, well, I've already prepaid for my first months' rent!"

Monster or not, Nereid's first instinct is to reach out and try to talk to the beast. It definitely seems to be made out of marine animal parts. doing this as she runs is rarely something she attempts, being far more easy to focus when she's standing still, but with the swath of destruction the beast is carving, it's much simpler to push forward into the area she may be needed. It's the wave of anger and cofusion from the beast that puts her off her game, and her poor attempt at calming the beast is made even poorer as she is sent mentally reeling by just how angry it is.

"Oh just what the heck," Chimera exclaims as he darts out of the 7-11, trailing the rampaging... uh, landoctoshark, first peeking out the doorway (hole in wall) to make sure his eyes are working, and then sprinting after on all fours, like a gorilla. What, it's faster! "Atlantis? Mu? ... Okay no that looks too-" Indeed, there's only one possible source... sigh. And here he was thinking GORGON was dealt with after that "take over the world" tiff earlier this year. "Hey, hey-!"

As the hostages are thrown towards the Tyrannosaurus - wait, there's a dinosaur /too/? - Chimera heroically ducks for, leaping into the air... snatching the two victims from the sky with, uh, almost nimble grace, landing in a rolled heap that protects them while banging his poor spine. Oof. "Never fear..," he grunts. "I'm with the WHA."

It's less a FWUMP and more a CLANG-SMASH-CRACKLE, since Casualty's coordinates set her not only mid-air, but mid-air above shelves of booze. Sadly she is not the drinker she once was. More glass clatter-scratch-shatters underfoot as she abruptly flings herself to her feet. Cyborg quickness or something. She then clambers over the mess to get outside (is it outside, if there's no roof?). There she pauses, mildly taken aback by the roar of flames. She shields her eye from the glare and scans the area visually, axing the infrared option. Not so useful now. And, apparently, unnecessary.

After some few precious seconds tick by, she pitches her voice to carry over the battlefield -- after ripping off her mask. Why does she bother with it anymore? Habit, maybe.

"KRAKEN WANNABE. FIRE. HEAVE-HO."

Maybe she just wants quasi-calamari. She /is/ Italian.

Octolandshark lashes out at its dinosaur challenger as its 'projectiles' are intercepted; a shark-toothed tentacle slams into the ground just in -front- of the T-rex, but fails to connect. Nereid can pick up that its next roar means 'I was going to -pay- for the cigs, but nooooo, it's all "Look at the landoctoshark, ahhh! It's going to eat us! Well maybe I will, how'd you like that!"'

Allison takes a mid-air snap at the flung hostages before Chimera catches them, restraining herself at the last moment with an almost audible gasp of horror.

"You'll get your deposit back in hell!" She roars back at the octoshark in response to this, blaming him for the whole thing. She waves tiny arms, then pumps not-tiny legs into a charge as she finishes her stomp at a run, lunging forward for a really massive bite out of the chimera's (lowercase 'c') side with her pure dinosaur teeth. Way to be a nationalist, Mesozoa.

Hostages, of course, are carefully set down and given quick - very quick - advice to get up and skeedaddle. This, of course, doesn't take much effort. "Alright there. Dunno what all this is about..," the big green hero exclaims, cracking his knuckles. "But you've gotten hostages involved, and that means I don't have time to play nice with a giant monster!" Keeping in mind that he is also moderately giant and monstrous, so there is a certain degree of sympathy. Small degree. Darting forward, he leaps at the octoshark, slamming his full body mass into it! There's an obvious disadvantage in limb quantity, yes, but his bestial strength is still enough to get a firm grip, pinning the thing to the ground! "Ain't so fun on this end eh?"

The Atlantean Princess keeps running until she's within range. She can hear the beast's thoughts and is thankful that her attempt to calm the creature did not turn its anger upon her. There is little she can do to reach it quickly, except perhaps... She quickly murmurs some few words to Amphitrite before gesturing with her hands, pointing towards the octoshark after tracing a path through the air. In response, a sperm whale suddenly appears in the air and follows this path at a rapid pace, colliding with the octoshark before simply vanishing from wherever it cam, leaving Nereid looking mighty pleased when it collides with GORGON's latest creation.

Unheard, almost certainly unseen, Casualty sighs. She takes another precious second to affix her mask in place. She thinks she'll want it, because depending on how successful her next maneuver is, she might find herself /inside/ mini-Cthulhu there: she charges, strides lengthening, and at the last moment she whirls, that added bit of momentum helping her to lash out with her own extra limbs, each of them razored. She does not always wield them as such, but now she will; she has less pricking of the conscience when dealing with monster fish, evidently. Blood, or rather its equivalent, flows, as layers of tissue part for the sharpened metal. To those bladed 'arms' are added metallic nails that also rip strips of flesh, and then all of the aforementioned pinches painfully, the cyborg's strength and skill levered against the monster.

The whale-attack...gets some attention from Mesozoa. She sort of dino-watches it travel overhead, and seems almost disappointed when it vanishes. The absurdly small figures now holding onto the gigantic GORGON monster do cause her to gawp a moment. It's just...unnatural. She doesn't stare for too long, however, not when there's bitey justice to be done! She snaps at some of the wavering tentacles, and scores some more hits. "That's it! Keep him down! However you are doing that, tiny things!" She addresses Chimera and Casualty. "And uh, more whales?"

With the beast stunned, Nereid sees her chance: cover the eyes so it is helpless when it clears its head. She summons to her hand an enormous starfish from the deep abyss and takes aim. The fish is thrown through the air much like one would expect a shuriken to carve through the air, but unfortunately... Nereid's aim is off. The starfish sails cleanly by the beast and vanishes from whence it came. The Atlantean curses under her breath.

"Hey!", Chimera calls out to Casualty. A bit belated, yes, but he /was/ sort of distracted by... you know, hostages and monster and all. "Got my hands tied up here, kinda, couldja-" And as has been common tonight it seems, he's... interrupted some. First by /whale missile/, which is worrying enough when one's holding onto the target thereof, and then the lashing and thrashing of the shark - who loosens his bestial grip, and smacks the hero to the side. "Ow! I was tryin' to be /nice/ yanno!"

"Be right with you," the cyborg says tersely, followed by "Was that a starf-- fuck it."

Sometimes, Casualty invites a villain to surrender. Sometimes that invitation comes in the form of, or accompanied by, intimidation tactics. As she doesn't think that'll pan out tonight, her plan has been foiled, and her teammate is reeling somewhat, she does the expedient thing: resorts to extreme violence. That whole mask-donning business pans out for her, because when she redoubles her efforts, she practically cuts a swath /through/ the beast, exposing underlying structure. She outright severs several tentacles, perhaps in a fit of jealousy or something.

Either way, it's a mess. And a victory.

Even the tyrannosaurus seems a little offput by Liv's violence, drawing back several thoomy steps from the carnage. "Holy crap!" She comments, toothy mouth hanging open. "I guess uh, I guess it's taken care of then." Thoom, thoom. "So uh," She stammers. Thoom.

Still clinging to life for now, the Octoshark's tentacle stumps immediately begin to heal over, keeping it from bleeding out, at least. It reaches oone stumpy limb towards the pack of pilfered cigarettes, with a mournful groan, then lapses into unconsciousness.

Nereid stares as the animal hits the ground, shaking her head. And here she thought things were relatively tolerable on this side of the water's surface. She approaches slowly, just in case something causes the beast to surge to life again. "This creature is not natural." Of course that is plainly obvious, but the tone of her voice suggests she is trying to convince herself of such. Who knows what lurks down below, after all?

"Y... yeah, I figured that much," Chimera groans as he rises to his feet. No harm done, but he is a bit tired of being clocked upside the head with tentacles and pseudopods and what have you. "I'm guessing.... ... well, okay, could be any number of crackpots. Probably GORGON though. They love sharks," he mumbles. "Still, good work everyone. Saved the hostages and prevented it from causing more injury."

Climbing free of... gunk... Casualty doubles over for a moment, goo-covered gloved hands braced on her thighs. She's not looking behind her at that mess. She got a good enough look from the inside. It's WHA-brawlers' MO, you know.

After some few moments she straightens, resolving /not/ to retract those apparently lethal slicing 'arms' of hers just yet. Especially as she noticed a little regeneration going on. She'll keep track of the huge beast with radar, but her actual physical gaze is for the T-rex, regarding it a little dubiously. Yes, she darted close to it to fight a common foe, but her last experience with a T-rex was kinda painful. They are 'terrible' you know.

The T-Rex watches Casualty kind of anxiously too as she emerges from the wreck of the octolandshark. She backs up a couple of noisy steps. "I'll just...be going now." She finally states. "Nice to run into you folks, Dynamene." she adds, waving a tiny arm. Back, back. She doesn't quite turn tail, but she'll fit herself into an alleyway where she can't be seen easily to shift into another form.

Chimera pauses a moment. Raises a hand. Sort of... stares blankly at T-Rex. "Er. Right. Nice to uh, have you around. Helping." Better than a fight, mind! But still... weird.

Nereid had thought it would be her. How many people can turn into dinosaurs? "Always a pleasure, Mesozoa." See? She's learning. She used the right name and didn't partially out the dino's real ID. She turns her head from watching Mesozoa, her gaze on Chimera. "GORGON?" she asks, echoing the word with a frown. "What is this GORGON? Some sort of group that creates these monsters?"

Even with a mask to obscure part of her face, Casualty seems a little baffled -- both that the T-rex should seem alarmed, and that it can somehow stealth away. She is not inclined to hunt, so waves a hand vaguely and then turns to Nereid. "....You could say that."

Chimera nods once, exhaling. Fortunately, especially this close to NYC, there's teams able to handle freakish monsters and whatnot. "Yeah. They're a terrorist organization, dedicated to ruling the world. They have some real geniuses there but no... control or morals, yanno? So all sorts of /weird/ weapons."

"Tech, too, not just bioengineered whatevers," Casualty mutters. "I... excuse me. I need a shower. Chimera, you can handle the media?" Presumably cops or the like, too. Chimera might be a bit more photogenic after all.

"Perhaps you could tell me more about them, after you speak with the authorities?" Nereid asks, after hearing Casualty's request that Chimera be the one to handle the media when they come. The green man might recall that Nereid is here to learn about the surface and report it all back down below. She might not want to speak about the negative things, but at least she's not being biased in only reporting the good things. "For the sake of knowing what sort of threat they are."

Relatively speaking anyway. "Yeah, last year they attacked with a giant skyship thing, for one. Then there was that mind control fiasco, and- right, yeah, I'll take care of it." He won't blame her for using blades and all, what with monster and that sorta thing. "And sure thing, happy to inform folks. Don't want Atlantis gettin' into trouble with them either."

As emergency services pull in, and a reporter runs over to Chimera, we cut to...BACK at the EVIL LAIR OF EVIL: The Two Henchmen who sent LANDOCTOSHARK out for cigarettes have disobeyed orders, and attempted to commit suicide for their failure. Ralph, for his part, is looking down from his rec room, face covering his hand. "And this? -This- is why I only give you stupid bastards stunners."

The End (For now!)

Witness

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	*[[2010-06-12 - Teenage Wasteland (Part Eight: The Finale!)]] - The Man in an Iron Gray Suit is confronted by the combined force of teenage heroes, and ultimately rendered nonphysical, as he is revealed to be an artificial intelligence! The day is saved!		*[[2010-06-12 - Teenage Wasteland (Part Eight: The Finale!)]] - The Man in an Iron Gray Suit is confronted by the combined force of teenage heroes, and ultimately rendered nonphysical, as he is revealed to be an artificial intelligence! The day is saved!
	*[[2010-07-16 - Glitter on the Strip]] - Weirdness on the Strip is ... well, not weird, but when it involves a Jack-In-Chains and a hunt sent for a criminal, it becomes so. This is further complicated by charming, kidnapping and deal-making.		*[[2010-07-16 - Glitter on the Strip]] - Weirdness on the Strip is ... well, not weird, but when it involves a Jack-In-Chains and a hunt sent for a criminal, it becomes so. This is further complicated by charming, kidnapping and deal-making.
		+	*[[2010-08-31 - Missed C(l)ues]] - Lady Locksley chats with the Witness. Cues and clues are missed, but what else is new?

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Lady Locksley

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	*[[2010-07-17 - Durance Vile]] - After the events of [[2010-07-16 - Glitter on the Strip]], Lady Locksley finds herself in the last place she ever wanted to be: in Faerie. A messenger comes, bringing news of a rescue attempt and hinting at darker motives underlying it. She makes a bargain to get a message back out.		*[[2010-07-17 - Durance Vile]] - After the events of [[2010-07-16 - Glitter on the Strip]], Lady Locksley finds herself in the last place she ever wanted to be: in Faerie. A messenger comes, bringing news of a rescue attempt and hinting at darker motives underlying it. She makes a bargain to get a message back out.
	*[[2010-07-31 - Far From Faeries]] - Emily comes to visit Mary, and asks to see her library. Is Mary ever going to let anybody over twenty aboard her spaceship?		*[[2010-07-31 - Far From Faeries]] - Emily comes to visit Mary, and asks to see her library. Is Mary ever going to let anybody over twenty aboard her spaceship?
		+	*[[2010-08-31 - Missed C(l)ues]] - Lady Locksley chats with the Witness. Cues and clues are missed, but what else is new?

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2010-08-31 - Missed C(l)ues

Jade — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 05:37:28 GMT

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Title=Missed C(l)ues
|Summary=In the ongoing saga of crimefighting lessons and life-discussion between [[Lady Locksley]] and [[Witness]], some cues are missed, some clues fly right by their noses, and ... well, nothing really gets resolved.
|Who=[[Lady Locksley]], [[Witness]]
|Date=August 31st, 2010
|Where=Las Vegas
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It's one of -those- outings. The ones where Witness is ethusiastically explaining some simple crime-fighting tool, only in this case it's a simple...crime assistance tool, a lock-release gun. "It won't do you much good for anything fancy, but for simple locks, it's faster than a pick." He's demonstrating on the inside access door on the roof of the abandoned tenement next to his apartment. "There's a room directly opposite mine, just down from here, so you can swing across and hit the balcony with less risk of being spotted by the upstairs or downstairs neighbors."

And Lady Locksley, unfortunately, while she can focus entirely upon something where she's /involved/ in it -- such as traditional lockpicking -- has been half-paying attention for the last five minutes or so. "Anything that's simple enough usually has an easier entrance, if... less conventional, mm?" she asks, regarding the lock-release gun quizzically. "Besides, a tad bit high-tech for my style of work..." She /does/ follow his gesture to the window, however, and her lips twitch slightly. "Are you saying I ought to show up at your balcony more often?" It's a tease that she doesn't really expect a reaction to, for she continues on, padding around the limits of the room, "Have you thought, perhaps, if this is so conveniently near, making it something of a home-base for your gear?"

"Thought about it, actually, but have -you- tried to build a secret lair on a short order cook salary?" The Witness sighs, long-sufferingly. "I think I'm beginning to see why 'grim vigilante' is a gig for brooding rich guys. I only keep myself in boomerangs because one of my dad's old accounts pays for my apartment. Maybe I should propitiate Uncle Hades for a winning lottery ticket."

Lady Locksley shoots the Witness a thoughtful look, pausing just out of the line of sight of the window. "At least you use reusable weapons, too," she points out. "Another reason I'm not fond of guns." Pause. "And it /is/ eerie to hear you speak of him as an uncle, still. You could do that, or I could help, if you'd like." She pauses again, picking up a chunk of fallen brick and concentrating on it briefly. It glows for a moment, then fades -- it's easier than looking at him when she's offering this. "Did your parents ever say how they even /formed/ the AHA with the Hermit being... well, the Hermit?"

The Witness muses, as he heads down to the empty apartment. "Well, he is! Actually one of my favorites. I think he secretly approved of this crazy plan the most, you know? But I mean, of course he -would-." There's tarps over the now glassless windows. "I don't think they ever did, actually- but I think it kind of formed -around- them, if that makes sense. Mom and Dad were some of the only heroes who fought in the war who -weren't- part of the New Deal, so they weren't...tarred with the same brush as some of the folks who stepped down in protest of HUAC's treatment of the Resplendent Eagle, or over the whole business with the Mu-Kalim. When the first Fool was alive, I think the Hermit was more open, then, and willing to listen, so he agreed to help from time to time."

"I was curious. Since it doesn't seem like /you/ would like to be a part of a team, either." Lady Locksley sets the brick-chunk down, then holds a hand palm-up, light coalescing over it. Given the tarps over the windows, it won't betray much as she moves to the lock again. "Show me that lock-gun again?"

"Eh, I'd probably help one out from time to time, but man, where would I find the -time-?" He nods, stepping over to the door with the lock gun. "It's pretty straight forward. Just stick it here, and, well, pull the trigger. It's not your best option if you want a -traceless- passage- for that you need picks, and more importantly, to be good with them. But for fast it beats anything other than just kicking the door down."

Lady Locksley actually watches this time, then simply pulls picks from the folds of her hood and waggles them at him. "Nice to know that these haven't changed overmuch, and I /am/ getting better with them. But there's usually another way in, yes?" She studies the opened lock, then tucks the picks away again. "Chevalier and Heroine have started a team. They asked me if I wanted to join."

"Yes, usually. But sometimes the other ways are actually harder. Though honestly, the best way to break in is to act like you belong. I've actually thought about getting a job as a bike messenger just to make that easier." He glances over at her statement. "Oh? What'd you say?"

"That I am neither of... public heroine calibre, nor do I /want/ to be-" Here, Locksley's lips quirk in a faint, droll smile. "-which is proof positive to me that I've changed, but, moreover, being on a team with Chevalier, Heroine, Wyatt and others? It's too /big/ for me." Her gaze flicks to his non-face. "I stop kidnappings and fight /small/ things in New Orleans, not... world-shattering events. And I'm more of a trouble-/magnet/ than anything, truth be told." Her hands tighten on her bow, her smile turning almost impish at her self-mockery.

Witness points out, "Well, except for the time you saved most of the teenaged population of the country." He sighs. "I'd -like- to make that claim, but I keep getting dragged into world-shattering things whether I want to or not. It's how the business works." He steps over to rest a hand on her shoulder, nonetheless.

"I'm fine," Lady Locksley says with a sidelong look. "British, remember? I really was just poking fun at myself--" She bites her lower lip in amusement at his sigh. "Put-upon, are you? And that was just the once, and besides..." There's a bit of a shrug that makes his hand rise and fall on her shoulder. "And there's another reason. I'm not terribly good at hiding just who I am, and it's a short step from /my/ identity to any number of others."

"That's a fair enough point, I suppose. On the other hand, it could work as a purloined letter thing. No one suspects the two redheads named Locksley are the same person!" A pause. "Yeah, it sounds kind of thin to me, too."

Lady Locksley splays a hand helplessly. "I suppose I could use an assumed name for classes, since truly, my school would almost seem to prefer I avoid too many questions amongst the students," she says quietly. "Since you /did/ mention creating a number of identities for yourself. I'm just not certain I'd respond as I ought."

"Yeah, it does take practice." Witness shrugs. "I mean, a lot of my fakes have names that can be shortened to Jerry just so I -don't- get confused there, actually. Gerald, Jerome, Jeremy, and so on."

"Well, it's mostly the surname that's trouble for me," Lady Locksley notes with another of those half-smirks. "I suppose, though, that I could use my mother's surname instead. 'Halsith' is certainly less notable than 'Locksley,' given the publicity surrounding the latter."

"Couldn't hurt," Witness allows. "And it's not like it's a common name so you'd get confused with someone else, really."

"Mm." She slants another sidelong look at him. "Thank you, by the way. For someone who claims to be terrible at comforting people..." Locksley fights back a grin. "Oh, what did you give Heroine such terrible (according to her) advice on?"

Witness squints- it's kind of odd, with the eyeless mask, but still visible. "Advice? The only thing I remember is her asking how I managed to do all I do without any powers, you know? And it was...uh, practice. And hitting people with a stick. And getting back up when you're knocked down, because what's going to happen if you -don't-?" Witness shrugs. "It was something I cribbed from one of my dad's speeches after one of the other demigods kicked my ass around the block."

"That makes sense to me, at least...?" Lady Locksley looks puzzled. "Though, she /is/ dependent on powers to mimic, so that might not have... really had much of an impact. Or perhaps she meant something else. You /can/ be rather thick sometimes..."

Rubbing the back of his neck, Witness admits, "Could be. I can't really think of anything though- Oh. I suggested taking like...EMT courses. First aid, and the like. But that's...all the advice I remember giving, really." He shrugs. "Ah well."

"She /has/ been doing that, so your advice can't have been entirely off the mark." Lady Locksley tips her head as sirens start wailing some blocks away. "Shall we interfere?"

Pushing aside one of the tarps and launching his swingline before leaping out the shatter window, Witness agrees, "Let's!"

'''... Later...'''

Emily scribbles in a little bound book, fountain pen scratching over the paper.

''Dear Diary,''

''I think he really is just that thick! Boys!''

(The diary entry continues on in this vein for some time.)

''Love,

Emily.''

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Augmenta

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	* [[2010-04-26 - Devastation Interlude\|Rise of the Machines: Devastation Interlude]] - Our heroes ([[Augmenta]], [[Steel Angel]], [[3-MM-A]] and [[Eclipse]]) try to see past their utter shock and horror and start asking questions of the leaders of the Rebellion, in hopes of finding and putting an end to the Starkiller program before more systems die such horrible deaths.		* [[2010-04-26 - Devastation Interlude\|Rise of the Machines: Devastation Interlude]] - Our heroes ([[Augmenta]], [[Steel Angel]], [[3-MM-A]] and [[Eclipse]]) try to see past their utter shock and horror and start asking questions of the leaders of the Rebellion, in hopes of finding and putting an end to the Starkiller program before more systems die such horrible deaths.
		+	* [[2010-08-30 - The Fabulist: Chapter Eight - Nemesis Continuum]] - Sheol Steelgaze, leader of the Last [[Shaylim]] Order, arrives to make an enigmatic pronouncement, and then be on her way.

Steel Angel

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	* [[2010-04-26 - Devastation Interlude\|Rise of the Machines: Devastation Interlude]] - Our heroes ([[Augmenta]], [[Steel Angel]], [[3-MM-A]] and [[Eclipse]]) try to see past their utter shock and horror and start asking questions of the leaders of the Rebellion, in hopes of finding and putting an end to the Starkiller program before more systems die such horrible deaths.		* [[2010-04-26 - Devastation Interlude\|Rise of the Machines: Devastation Interlude]] - Our heroes ([[Augmenta]], [[Steel Angel]], [[3-MM-A]] and [[Eclipse]]) try to see past their utter shock and horror and start asking questions of the leaders of the Rebellion, in hopes of finding and putting an end to the Starkiller program before more systems die such horrible deaths.
		+	* [[2010-08-30 - The Fabulist: Chapter Eight - Nemesis Continuum]] - Sheol Steelgaze, leader of the Last [[Shaylim]] Order, arrives to make an enigmatic pronouncement, and then be on her way.

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	*[[2010-08-13 - Eternal Nemesis! (Part Three)]] - The year now is 2510, and the Galactic Heroic Alliance defends Luna, capital of the United Free Worlds, from Dark Star's sinister minions! But what in the world is happening in this future era, and how does it tie to the modern day...?		*[[2010-08-13 - Eternal Nemesis! (Part Three)]] - The year now is 2510, and the Galactic Heroic Alliance defends Luna, capital of the United Free Worlds, from Dark Star's sinister minions! But what in the world is happening in this future era, and how does it tie to the modern day...?
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2010-08-30 - The Fabulist: Chapter Eight - Nemesis Continuum

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{{Logsummary|
Title=The Fabulist: Chapter Eight - Nemesis Continuum
|Summary=Sheol Steelgaze, leader of the Last [[Shaylim]] Order, arrives to make an enigmatic pronouncement, and then be on her way.
|Who=[[Zeitgeist]], [[Steel Angel]], and [[Augmenta]]. Emits by [[Mary]].
|Date=August 30th, 2010
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THE SETUP

An alien craft approaching the space station Palladium is not unprecedented. In fact, its positively routine. But in this case, there are several causes for worry. The first is that the small craft matches the energy signature of a Shaylim craft, a species that has had a mixed history with earth lately. The second, is the craft broadcasting an intention for an immediate meeting with a 'representative of mankind' aboard the station. The third is that Sheol Steelgaze, undisputed commander of the militaristic Last Shaylim Order is aboard. What on earth could the Children of the Light want to say to the people of Earth with such urgency and such little warning?

THEN THIS HAPPENED

The good news is this. The incoming ship is not apparently armed. A stately craft of sweeping crystal, she is the Captains Yacht of the Dreadnaught Absolution, the appropriately named 'Solar Herald'. The small craft emerged from Quantum Slipstream at the edge of the star system, and approached the station at a reasonable speed adhering to all protocols and announcing its intentions the whole way.

The bad news is this. Sheol is aboard, and opinions on her are... mixed. And the concept of the Shaylim urgently needing to relate /anything/ cannot possibly be good news... the ship should be docking in a matter of minutes...

It's hardly strange for Zeitgeist to be to the Palladium especially when word of that sort arrives. She's stepped out from amid some of the station staff as though she works there herself, coming over toward the docks as the ship approaches there. "A Shaylim ship? I didn't expect to see them come here again."

Anything relating to Shaylim in orbit, approaching the solar system, or dealing with Palladium ends up close to top priority for Augmenta. So she makes no beef with the need to 'jump' her way to the space station and be aboard to greet Sheol. She rather imagines this could be good, bad, or worse. She's hoping to avoid 'worse'. "No deviations from her filed flight plans." she comments, nodding to Zeitgeist. "Believe me, I know how you feel."

There is absolutely no way Angel is *not* going to be here to 'deal with' Sheol. No, she does not trust the Shaylim woman...but she trusts even less her interacting with not-fully-briefed UNSA personnel. Best she does it herself...and she was already there. She strides into the docking area, wings furled.

The sweeping crystal starship, whatever ones opinions are it cannot be ignored that Shaylim ship design is beautiful, glides smoothly into docking position. The craft propels itself with a directed photonic discharge, a form of travel well suited to the alien masters of light based technology. It's also very pretty, a trail of sparkles behind the craft. The 'Herald' glides to a smooth docking position, and a moment later the main airlock slides open, a series of floating crystal 'steps' emerging and taking position as a sort of ramp.

Moments later, a trio of young girls decend. Somebody has been doing some uniform redesign. Wearing a crisp military uniform in grey, complete with cape, Sheol Steelgaze has all the air of a woman in charge... even if she does look to human eyes like a twelve year old. Her two subordinates, for thats clearly what they are, flank her in a triangle formation, behind and to either side. It would be adorable... if it were not so terrible serious. Here she comes...

On the one hand, the long time Zeitgeist spent looking so young might make her think nothing of how the Shaylim look. On the other hand, then she -was- young. Spirits don't really age that gracefully, considering they seldom really seem to age at all. But she steps forward then the three arrive all the same, speaking up. "Welcome to the Palladium." No immediate questions there, that's sure to come up soon. And no sign of hostility either.

Augmenta does not speak. She just steps up, flanking Zeitgeist, watching and waiting. Pardon her caution. It is well earned and well learned.

"Sheol," Angel greets, softly, stepping up on the other side of Zeitgeist. Her tone does not entirely lack warmth, but it is not a friend's greeting...because she does not consider Sheol a friend. A sometime ally, yes.

No time is wasted meanwhile on board the Solar Herald. Already a number of crewmembers have disembarked, setting about recharging the vessel, speaking to station staff, and so forth. They do not appear to be intending to stay long. Notable, while some of them are Shaylim, not all of them are. A number of other aliens, both local and... not so much... are among the small crafts crew.

Sheol meanwhile does not waste any time either. She glances to one of her aides, who instantly hands her a crystalline data-pad. Sheol taps a few holographic keys on it, and then passes it directly to whoever in front of her chooses to take it. "Within the last two months, we have charted no less then five major activations of Nemesis Continuum based technology on Earth. They are becoming more advanced, more refined, and harder to trace. It's possible there have been more and we simply are not able to detect them any longer. Regardless, they are killing the universe by inches, and the logical conclusion of these facts is inescapable. Requiem Invernus is on earth." Well, so much for the formalities...

"Nemesis Continuum technology?" Zeitgeist might have missed some of this in her past involvement with the Shaylim, but it doesn't always take that much to know that something is wrong. "This is something that definitely needs stopped. Do you have other information?" She in particular hasn't experienced the recent events of it, otherwise, and curiously looks to the other two. "Have you seen anything of this?"

"We found at least one of those. It was crude, entirely of human manufacture and parts, despite that it was a design clearly based on the same Shaylim technology used by the former Captain of the Absolution." Augmenta comments. "I've heard rumors of two others, but was not able to examine either."

"I was afraid of that. However, based off of my examination, it does not appear Invernus is handing out the actual technology...only the information. Which is, of course, worse." But it's better than her worse fear...that humanity had found it all on their own.

Sheol replies simply. "By this point, you should be well aware that mainstream Shaylim technology is all but useless against Nemesis Continuum based weapons. In fact, those energy emissions are devastating to our power cores... I dare not even bring the Absolution into this star system." Which is kind of a mixed blessing, because do people /really/ want an alien Dreadnought tooling around earth space?

"I cannot say what his agenda is. The man is quite mad." She pivots to address Zeitgeist. "From what we understand, Nemesis Continuum based technology generates energy by directly increasing the amount of entropy in the universe." She pauses. "I suppose in a sense all exchanges of energy do this, but in the case of the Nemesis Continuum it is the very act of increasing entropy that creates the power... and thus the effect is subtle but immense. If enough of these power cores ran at enough output for enough time, the heat death of the universe would be accelerated by years... centuries... even millenia. That is what is being done on your planet. We've learned our lesson. Apparently he is gambling that your race will be a slower study."

"That's understandable. I'm sure we have those here who can see to facing such technology. Even if I might not be the best suited myself." Zeitgeist isn't really one made for the strictly physical like that. But the rest of the explanation contributes to her frown all the more. "That may still be a small drop out of a vast ocean on the grander scale, but I don't want to see it a day sooner."

"What I'd like to know is ... what is he doing here? Last we knew, he was firmly in your custody, in the brig aboard the Absolution. We've been trying to figure out how anyone could have gotten 'hold of data on the Shaylim devices. That he escaped your custody and was anywhere near Earth would have been a rather important piece of information to share with your former allies." Augmenta comments.

Sheol replies smoothly to Augmenta. "Approximately two weeks after he was taken into custody, the man who was once Gileam Brightheart, now referring to himself as Requiem Invernus, escaped custody. We believe with the assistance of his supporters. It is indeed something of a mystery, as his cell had power dampeners and teleportation jammers. We've been spending the time since trying to track down, but had little reason to suspect he would travel towards earth. Yet... now this evidence suggests he has. We are coming to you now, as we have useful information."

"He escaped your custody with all of that? Yes, supporters are the only easy explanation there. Are any others of your people known to be unaccounted for who might be with him?" Zeitgeist focuses on Sheol again, arms folded thoughtfully. "And I imagine if he came here offering alien technology....any who didn't know enough to recognize how it worked would have no reason to think it anything but some advanced fusion generator or what have you, right?" Toward the armored scientist she asks, "Augmenta, how hard is this technology to identify, anyway?"

This time, Angel might just kill the guy. Maybe. It certainly bears more serious consideration than she would normally give to such an action. "It is better than the alternative...that being that some scientist here had come up with it all on his own. What would his likely motivation be?"

Augmenta's answer to Zeitgeist takes a few moments. "It's not impossible to identify. But given that it is being constructed of entirely terran materials and methods, the only way to conclusively identify it is when it is actually active ... which is not what we want at all." The short answer: not very in any useful sense. For Steel Angel's comment, her answer is much more to the point: "The bastard is after revenge. We helped take him down, defeat his plans, and strip him of command. We stopped him from wiping out Earth the first time. Now he's back to try again." Yes. The good doctor is seriously considering that her Hippocratic Oath ought not to apply to the bastard trying to /murder/ all of her other patients.

Sheol replies to Zeitgeist. "Probable. Requiem commanded a considerable number of followers before I took control of the ship from him, and not all of them are accounted for. I'm sure he still has a number of die hard supporters. And of course one cannot predict who may have signed on with him in the interim." She turns to look at Angel then, and offers simply. "He's a nihilistic madman. Perhaps his motivation is simply to make the universe die sooner. Or, its also possible he is simply passing off shoddy technology for a quick boost in resources... he is being forced to rebuild from scratch essentially. What does he care if a few humans get killed toying around with the blueprints he is marketing?" She shakes her head. "In any case... this file contains everything we have observed of the forbidden energy emissions. We're not going to intrude into your planets affairs, so I suppose the rest is up to you... unless you need anything else of us?"

"And this is a world he knows of, and with a species he can pass among, is that it?" Zeitgeist shakes her head. "I can see some reasons to come here whatever his end motivations are." Augmenta's answer gets a faint sigh still. That won't make it that much easier. So to Sheol she asks, "If we are able to capture him, will you want to have custody of him again, or leave him to Earth authorities entirely? Obviously, that is something to go through official channels and not through us, but it helps to know this ahead of time."

"Do you have any late-stage adult females missing?" Augmenta asks, curiously. Why is she asking? She's not saying, just yet. But she has asked the question.

Sheol turns to look at Zeitgeist, and offers this. "He has escaped from us once, and to be frank, we are very uncomfortable with imprisonment as a concept. If he is turned over to us, we'll execute him. Most likely on the spot. But if you want to imprison or execute him yourself, we do not care. He has turned his back on what it means to be Shaylim, and we make no claim to him." To Augmenta, she replies as an afterthrought. "It's possible... the last stage can strike at almost any time, and a number of those who followed Requiem were females. It's entirely possible they could be in that stage now... indeed... between his so called 'Dhalar', the renegades who followed Herodotus, and those who fled to the homeworld... I can hardly be said to have any kind of accounting of the Shaylim people at all."

"Hmm. An odd sort of unpredictable onset of old age, I suppose." Zeitgeist doesn't seem to be all that offput by the idea that he would be simply executed. That's instead a matter for official transfers, right? "We'll do what we can to see him stopped, of course. This sort of technology doesn't serve the purposes of anyone sane."

Steel Angel would not be too sorry to see that happen. She glances at Augmenta. "I see your direction...and I hope not." The idea of somebody *that* insane reproducing IS rather scary, isn't it.

Augmenta merely turns to look at Steel Angel. She does not actually nod to affirm. Instead, she turns back to Sheol and just stays quiet. What more is there to say?

<< Actually, Angel, this had nothing to do with reproduction. I am just wondering if this 'replacement Chevalier' could possibly be one of her missing Shaylim people. I am hesitant to ask and bring up the ship, but ... I cannot help wanting to know. >>

Sheol glances over towards one of her aides, who responding to an unspoken command of her own turns and heads back to the ship. Sheol comments to the others. "In any case... he has a plan. He may be mad, but he was one of the greatest tactical minds our race ever produced, and I doubt he does anything without a greater goal in mind. I've told you what I know, and given you what I can... what you do with it is up to you."

"So you think he's still got a wider plan then? No, that isn't good at all. Thank you again for the warning." Zeitgeist gives a smile to Sheol there, and continues, "He'll be stopped soon, I'm certain."

Steel Angel shakes her head a little. "I think we can deal with him." << No. I have my own theory as to who she is...and one of these days I *am* going to corner her. >>

<< I just can't believe Mary hasn't called. She /loved/ being a hero. I'd think she'd be all broken-hearted, not being able to do that anymore. >> Augmenta offers. She apparently has come to the conclusion that Chevalier II cannot possibly be Chevalier I, despite the obvious similarities and previously exhibited metamorphosis of the armor. Darned secret identities.

In any case, Sheol seems disinterested in hanging around once she's given her message. She glances between the three, and offers simply. "Then obligation has been fulfilled." She then pivots, and with her remaining aide walks right back up the steps to her ship. Her previous aide had already gone ahead and started warming up the vessel for immediate launch. Talk about a short visit!

Zeitgeist turns back to the others once Sheol is gone. Obviously, having no part of the other conversation, "Any particular reason to expect an older woman of their people there? I'm curious. But past that, any further leads? This is the first I've really known of this matter."

Augmenta waits until Sheol, crew and ship are well gone before she speaks. "Pursuing a theory related to the appearance of Chevalier Two. Sorry, I cannot explain any further." Not that there's much more to explain, really. "Currently, our best leads end up in the unmoving brick wall that is US National Security. They're not talking, and refuse to tell us where they got the plans for the tech they used which caused the incident we investigated."

"That's how it always is, isn't it? If more can't be found maybe I can dig up some things from behind the boundaries then, so to speak." Zeitgeist shakes her head, not even asking about the other matter with the new Chevalier. "This isn't something to let lie even if he -isn't- planning something worse."

Steel Angel nods. "I *could* hack into their systems, but I would prefer to avoid that, especially with the...issues with the US government right now."

Unsurprisingly, the 'Solar Herald' departs from the Palladium without further incident and vanishes into the depths of space in short order. If Sheol has any further buisiness on earth, she certainly isn't pursuing it today...

Some time later, after the 'Solar Herald' breaks from quantum slipstream travel and begins approaching its parent vessel, the immense dreadnought 'Absolution', Sheol Steelgaze sits silently, gazing out a viewport. One of her aides, one of the few people allowed to question her, approaches her, and inquires simply. "Why didn't you tell them about the rest of it? About the Fabulist? And what Requiem truly intends?"

Sheol is silent for a time, and then replies simply. "Why would I?" SEeming confused at the very concept of revealing all the information to the humans and their allies.

END OF CHAPTER EIGHT: THE FABULIST - NEMESIS CONTINUUM

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Rob — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 02:48:40 GMT

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-	Acrobatics 9 (+14), Bluff 10 (+14), Climb 4 (+8), Computers 6 (+12), Diplomacy 6 (+10), Disable Device 8 (+14), Escape Artist 7 (+12), Gather Information 14 (+18), Intimidation 14 (+18), Investigation 14 (+20), Knowledge: Behavioral Sci 10 (+16), Knowledge: Streetwise 9 (+14), Languages 6 [''Arabic, Chinese, English (native), Japanese, Russian, Spanish, Tibetan''], Notice 12 (+18), Search 8 (+14), Sense Motive 12 (+18), Stealth 15 (+20)	+	Acrobatics 9 (+14), Bluff 10 (+14), Climb 4 (+8), Computers 6 (+12), Diplomacy 6 (+10), Disable Device 8 (+14), Escape Artist 7 (+12), Gather Information 14 (+18), Intimidation 14 (+18), Investigation 14 (+20), Knowledge: Arcane Lore 6 (+12), Knowledge: Behavioral Sci 10 (+16), Knowledge: Streetwise 7 (+13), Languages 6 [''Arabic, Chinese, English (native), Japanese, Russian, Spanish, Tibetan''], Notice 12 (+18), Search 8 (+14), Sense Motive 12 (+18), Stealth 15 (+20)

-	= ~~41pp~~	+	= 42pp

	Attack Focus (Melee) 6, Attack Specialization (Unarmed), Contacts, Defensive Attack, Defensive Roll 2, Dodge Focus 8, Equipment 4, Evasion, Hide in Plain Sight, Jack of All Trades, Move-by Action, Power Attack, Skill Mastery (Intimidation, Notice, Sense Motive, Stealth), Sneak Attack, Startle, Stunning Attack, Takedown Attack, Ultimate Effort (Will Save), Uncanny Dodge (Auditory), Well-Informed		Attack Focus (Melee) 6, Attack Specialization (Unarmed), Contacts, Defensive Attack, Defensive Roll 2, Dodge Focus 8, Equipment 4, Evasion, Hide in Plain Sight, Jack of All Trades, Move-by Action, Power Attack, Skill Mastery (Intimidation, Notice, Sense Motive, Stealth), Sneak Attack, Startle, Stunning Attack, Takedown Attack, Ultimate Effort (Will Save), Uncanny Dodge (Auditory), Well-Informed
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	Darkness Control 6 and Super-Senses 2 [Darkvision] (14pp)		Darkness Control 6 and Super-Senses 2 [Darkvision] (14pp)
-	*AP: Blast 2 (Feats: Accurate [4], Improved Ranged Disarm, Mighty [3], ~~Precise, Variable Descriptor~~; 14pp)	+	*AP: Blast 2 (Feats: Accurate [4], Improved Ranged Disarm, Mighty [4], Ricochet; 14pp)
-	*AP: ~~Emotion Control 10~~ (Extras: Area (~~Perception [Visual]~~); Flaws: ~~Limited to (Fear)~~; ~~Range (Touch); 10pp)~~	+	*AP: Nauseate 6 (Extras: Area (Burst); Feats: Selective; Flaws: Sense-Dependent [Visual]; 13pp)
-	*AP: Nauseate 6 (???)	+
	*AP: ESP 7 (Extras: Medium (Darkness/Shadows); 14pp)		*AP: ESP 7 (Extras: Medium (Darkness/Shadows); 14pp)
	*AP: Strike 2 (Extras: Autofire [2]; Feats: Affects Insubstantial [2], Improved Critical, Mighty; 14pp)		*AP: Strike 2 (Extras: Autofire [2]; Feats: Affects Insubstantial [2], Improved Critical, Mighty; 14pp)
-	*AP: Strike 2 (Extras: Alternate Save (Will), Autofire [2]; Feats: ~~Mighty~~, ~~Sedation~~; 14pp)	+	*AP: Strike 2 (Extras: Alternate Save (Will), Autofire [2]; Feats: Affects Insubstantial, Mighty; 14pp)
	*AP: Teleport 6 (Extras: Accurate; Flaws: Medium (Darkness/Shadows); Feats: Change Velocity, Easy; 14pp)		*AP: Teleport 6 (Extras: Accurate; Flaws: Medium (Darkness/Shadows); Feats: Change Velocity, Easy; 14pp)

-	= ~~21pp~~	+	= 20pp

	*Disability - One Eye (-3 Ranged Atk) - Common - Moderate		*Disability - One Eye (-3 Ranged Atk) - Common - Moderate