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 Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2017 8:35 pm
Having said hi to the rest of the arrivals Charlie paid attention to Olympia. She was handing out breifcases fill with what was soon revealed as suit for heroing. He was counting them to see if everyone was getting one when he heard his name. Well she wasn’t wrong he started as a petty thief using his power to get needed money. Now here he was going to be a hero suit and all. With a small nudge from Zach. He approched Olympia and his briefcase. He had recalled his dad mentioning his mom had been a hero too. Charlie didn't get to meet her and only got to see a photo, but he was hoping she would be proud of him now. He made it up to the front where Olympia was and got to look at the suit. It look awesome, from what he could see of the pattern he was tempted to put it on right away. He also saw a mask, he didn't want to be a public hero at the moment. Prehaps after he was done with school. "Wow..." He said while suprised sighing. "Thank you...for helping." Olympia would know what he was referring to. If she hadn't caught him he still be stealing, or even be in prison.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 8:27 pm
“You knew the right thing to do from the beginning; I just needed to remind you,” she said quietly, letting that stay between themselves, though he may have told some of the others already. He was a young man with a good heart; she took a chance on him, and she felt it paid off. After handing him the container with his suit, she directed him back to his seat and grabbed the next briefcase. As she opened it up, she recognized immediately whom it was for.
“Margot, I think you’re gonna love this,” she said, calling out her protégé. The costume had the black and orange design she asked for, complete with a letter insignia and goggles, something more comfortable, but the design had something classic about the vibes it gave. A little old-fashioned never hurt, and Margot told her many times what sort of costume she had in mind.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2017 11:06 am
She enjoyed watching the others get their costumes. First came Mr. Invincible, and then her good friend Charlie. She gave him a smile as he walked back, but it ended up she was next. When she heard her name, Margot excitedly walked to the table, covering her mouth to hide her enthusiasm before she quickly hugged Olympia. “I love it, I love it, I love it! Thank you, and Ms. Binetti too! This is amazing, Ms. Isley. GREATEST GIFT EVER!” she exclaimed, before letting go. She even picked up the first pair by the shoulders and showed it to everyone. “Isn’t this epic? I think it’s awesome! The black and the orange, ohmigod, ohimigod.” she asked aloud, mainly speaking to the people she was most familiar with. Thus far, her response was certainly the most enthusiastic. With a celebratory fist pump, she took the briefcase and returned to her seat, skipping a bit. She just wanted to stare at it; she could not wait to try it on.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2017 10:15 pm
Margot’s reaction was to be expected; she was always the bright and cheerful one, and she seemed very satisfied with the costume she was gifted. Actually, “satisfied” was an understatement, the girl was positively ecstatic, and Susan was more than welcoming of the hug when Margot moved for one. Margot may have been the least to worry as far as sustaining damage went, though. The girl was capable of deflecting Susan’s own punches in skinny jeans and a tee.
When Margot returned to her seat, Olympia grabbed the next briefcase, opening it to find the next costume. As always, she had the suit facing away from the others. She would only turn it around for those who came with their identities in the open, otherwise she would help in keeping the discretion. “Justin, I wouldn’t miss this insignia for the world; this suit is yours.”
Justin, more popularly known as Morningstar rose from his seat, proudly approaching the costume he would call his own. His eyes widened, genuinely impressed at the craftsmanship, even the touch of the material; comfortable yet durable. It put his old costume to shame. “It’s…wow.” He couldn’t even find the words to describe it. “Thank you,” he said, shaking his head and smiling in disbelief as he closed the briefcase and returned to his seat.
The next suit was a little trickier to recognize who it was for, but when Susan reflected on her own questionings, she distinctly remembered the color scheme to fit someone. “Regina, I think this is yours,” she said, checking the tag to find it was. A simple color scheme for the costume: black, white, and blue, with special lenses over the mask to make sure nothing got in her eyes when she released the full power of her screams. Regina was oddly the quietest when she approached the table to gaze at the suit. She didn’t smile, but she didn’t frown either, merely lifting the suit up to gaze at it appreciatively. A single breath that was almost a laugh came, prompting a subtle smile and nod at Susan before Regina returned to her seat with the briefcase.
The next briefcase was chosen a bit more carefully, and when she opened it, she smiled softly, masking a bit of pain, though she quickly corrected herself to peer up. “Blake, this is definitely yours,” she said, managing a smile as she peered down at it. When he approached, she would explain the special qualities of his suit. “Your suit’s cloak is built with a coating of unique metamaterial nanoweave that guides light to make you appear translucent at any angle via the clasp of your cloak,” she stated, letting her hand hover over the clasp to demonstrate it becoming translucent, displaying the bottom of the briefcase. Whether he had the power to or not, his cloak would have a limited degree of “invisibility”, so he wouldn’t rely on power alone. When used in the dark, one was virtually invisible. “It also possesses muffling qualities on the boots to soften your footsteps. In the belt, smoke pellets, lockpicks, throwing projectiles, vacant pouches for whatever else you might find useful.”
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2017 11:24 pm
Olympia would continue, this time with Halo. “For our team’s own accomplished agent, this suit possesses the standard ballistic weave. It’s been retrofitted with additional plating around the hood to not only retain its shape when worn but serve as protective headgear as well.” It was arguably safer than many of the rest which lacked protective headgear beyond the masks, though plenty had powers to remedy this problem, such as teleportation and the ability to deflect projectiles entirely. When hers was passed out, she moved on to the next briefcase, moving at a bit of a faster pace to keep everything punctual rather than make a glorified graduation ceremony of the gathering, providing a few words of congratulations and encouragement, as well as a proper description of each suit and their capabilities, ultimately passing out all in record time. However, she wasn’t yet done, because a different briefcase entirely contained their new communicators, all of which could be magnetized if not placed in a pouch for each suit. “You’ll be able to manage without your cellular devices now; these new communicators are already preset with your schedules, all of which can be updated as you see fit. It will contact you based on your availability and remind you of your patrols. It should consistently make sure we have a sufficient amount of people on patrol daily, as well as an emergency beacon if, for whatever reason, schedules must be set aside for a necessary crisis.” It was an ingenious device, really; it made sure everyone was informed always, as well as assuring that heroism didn't intrude too heavily on anyone’s personal lives, though people could voluntarily partake in patrols if they wished. It kept everything convenient and manageable. “It also has pickup markers available, so that we can make sure any sudden wardrobe changes won't be a hindrance to you or your belongings,” she added, acknowledging how some emergencies beyond usual patrols called for people to suit up quickly. Previously, she provided them with clothing bags with inert vacuum capabilities so that they could change, flatten their clothes into a small container, and move on quickly. As for the communicator itself, it was smaller and easier to conceal, complete with small cases to prevent discovery for those who preferred to retain secret identities.
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