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 Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 9:10 pm
___________ ► SUPERHEROES, AND OTHER SHINY THINGS
this is probably more coding than you've seen in tes's lifetime, right. don't get ttoo excited, i stole it. from myself.
___________►► STORY AND SETTING
Pretty much just your average, mundane, every day life except instead of terrorists being the world's biggest problem, it's supervillains. No problemo, though, 'cause along with the State Department of Defense we've got the American League of Superheros (obviously they have good relations with the UK League, the South American League and the African League. The Middle Eastern League relations are a little shaky, and the Asian League is a little too militaristic for them.)
So if you've got a problem - your dad is a super-scientist who's been taken hostage by the widely-acknowledged to be evil Modern Academy of Sciences (MAOS) for human experimentation, the local super-powered mob boss is sitting on your stoop, etc, call the Super League's public relations office!
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 9:13 pm
___________►►► SO, IMPORTANT THINGS American League of Superheroes┊ based in where else but the City that Never Sleeps, the Big Apple, aka I Love NYC? Of course, it's got small PR offices set up in most major cities for minor problems, but the New York League is where it's at. ______∟likewise, the London League is widely-accepted as the central European League of Superheroes area, though Paris and Rome can give it a run for its money. ____REGISTRY- codename: PHASEGIRL (Leiter Colburn) [status: retired] - codename: SPARROW (Daisy-Loo Rubes) [status: active] - codename: ESTRELLA (Jacqueline Patel) [status: active] - codename: MORASS (Dave Swearfion) [status: active] - codename: MR. INVISIBLE (Connor O'Riley) [status: active][affiliation: London League] ════════════════════ Modern Academy of Sciences (MAOS)┊your typical brains-guys, except for the part where they want your brains. Almost nobody except for MAOS scientists themselves approve of what these guys do. ______∟and nobody knows who the Director is, or where their main facility is. Facilities? Deep underground underwater lairs? Your guess is as good as mine (i.e. make s**t up, if you have a scientist they can have a lair.) ____REGISTRY- Doctor Elizabeth Weston [status: unknown] ════════════════════ The Supervillain Coalition┊which really just means sometimes supervillains hear someone's name now and then, hear whispers of what they've done, and eventually, in that subtle, supervillain way, maybe they'll meet up and do a job together (and spend the whole time trying to preemptively stab each other in the back.) ______∟unlike MAOS and the Leagues, there's no sign-up sheet or even super-top-secret-probably-coded-etc. registry for this Coalition - the villains hardly trust any of each other with such a list. ____maybe REGISTRY- codename: N/A (Alex Halikias) - codename: N/A (Fisher Coutts) - codename: WOOFER (Harry Parker) ════════════════════ Our Lovable Civilians┊you know those expendable people who always get caught in the crossfire - of love. Your Lois Lanes, Moira MacTaggerts, Mary Janes, the whole nine yards. Or whatever. Basically, they don't have powers, but maybe they're still influential or just plain assholes -- who knows ( who cares)? ____REGISTRY- Kit Maxwell; alias White Fox. Occupation: Vigilante - George Stackes; alias --. Occupation: NYPD veteran, police captain.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 9:16 pm
___________►►►► SO, IMPORTANT PLACES
(PM me to add characters/places)
Small Town Conneticut┊ where things might not be so small anymore.
players ┐└ Leiter Colburn, ...
Small Town Vermont┊ where the looneys go to freeze.
players ┐└ Lamont, Daisy-Loo
New York City┊ where villains are trying out their stuff.
players ┐└ Alex Halikias, Estrella, Kit Maxwell/White Fox, Fisher Coutts
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 9:20 pm
_______ Small Town Vermont┊
dirty hicks fishing in a dirty pond for muck-flavored catfish no amount of spices can cover up
eh boy here i was tinkin' dis was all wattah unda ta bridge
lovely so pretty don't look look away oh man missed my chance
- and all the voices make him feel like there's a glass bottle filled with pennies rattling around in his head while loose, renegade coins ricochet off the walls of his brain, but at least none of them want his secret.
Lamont snatches the folds of his jacket before the cold wind can, and draws them closer to himself. For warmth, he tells himself but it's really to hide his secret necklace; just because nobody's thinking about it doesn't mean nobody wants it. Everybody wants it. The lady had said so.
The lady scientist gave him the cheap silver locket three days ago, and she'd shown him its secret compartment with a chip (but not the kind you eat, she had warned). Then she had sent him out into the world, and since then he's been harboring his very first personal secret (along with everyone else's.)
A whole three days with a secret. A whole three days out in the big, wide world.
It's almost too much for Lamont to handle.
Don't show anyone your secret, the ladyscientist had said. Don't give it to anyone who asks for it. Don't give it to anyone who thinks about how much they want it. Give it to the good person, they'll find you, I promise, you'll know who they are.
Is what the ladyscientist had said.
I promise.
But Lamont hasn't seen her since, or her secret good person, and while the days are manageable enough fall nights in - Conneticut? Vermont? Vermont. Northeast. Come on, Lamont, think.
Well, the nights are cold. Too cold to think.
At least it's day, bright and sunny, and what, augustseptember September it's September - that much Lamont can remember.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 9:38 pm
_______ Small Town Conneticut┊
Leiter Colburn tapped her foot impatiently against the grass, chipped painted nails drumming against the metal armrest of the Crawford Park bench until a gurgle of joy and a toddler’s cry of “Want! Want!” caught her attention.
-“No, Jackson, no worms!” Leiter told the eighteen-month old tottering around by her feet with an exasperated sigh. She uncrossed her legs and leaned down to pull Jackson away from a pile of dirt and the worm he’d been digging after. When she settled him onto her lap, the toddler grabbed a tiny handful of her dark brown hair and yanked. Hard. “Ow!” Leiter exclaimed, gently tugging Jackson’s surprisingly strong dirt-covered fist away from her hair until he finally let go.
Muttering profanities under her breath – so that Jackson wouldn’t hear and repeat them – Leiter wondered when her mysterious contact (help, Phasegirl – Crawford Park, ten-thirty am Thursday, a blocked number had texted her) was going to get there.
Technically, Leiter didn’t have ‘contacts’ anymore, not since she’d quit the Superhero League two years ago.
In the beginning, fifteen-year-old Leiter had been delighted to join the prestigious group once her superpower had been discovered. She’d loved her outfit, a grey skirt and top and matching mask, and even though all of the Doctor’s scientific explanations about her phasing in and out of alternate realities to travel had gone straight over her head, she’d enjoyed helping people out as well as all the media attention. She had only been fifteen, after all.
Phasegirl had been her superhero name, and she’d been especially good at hostage situations with her ability to travel undetected. She’d been working on phasing with more than two people when she had made her Big Mistake.
And then she’d quit, without telling the Superhero League why.
For a few months they’d sent people after her asking her to rejoin the league or for help here and there, but Leiter always slammed the door in their faces. She didn’t want the league – or anyone else – to know about Jackson. She just waited them out instead, and lo and behold the league slowly stopped calling on her.
Popular opinion had identified Phasegirl as an alien from an alternate reality who’d gotten stuck. Naturally, being born a heroine, Phasegirl had decided to hang around and help the Superhero League out while she figured out how to return to her own reality. Her disappearance from the league was taken as her finally returning home.
Nobody suspected that the eighteen-year-old brunette bouncing an eighteen-month old on her knee had been Phasegirl, and to be honest, Leiter kind of missed it. Not the attention – with Jackson now, she didn’t want any attention – but she missed being useful and helpful and the adventures she’d had.
It was the nostalgia and the itch to do something that had led her to respond to the mysterious text message, though now she just felt like a normal dumb eighteen year old who’d fallen for a prank. She’d even arrived at the park twenty minutes early to stake out area before settling down on a bench with Jackson, baby bag with all her essentials tucked at her side.
Stretching back against the bench, Leiter shrugged off her jacket; it was pretty warm for spring day, and she was comfortable enough in jeans and a t-shirt. Well, as comfortable as anyone could be when they felt like the World’s Biggest Idiot.
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2012 1:51 pm
_______ New York City┊
The problem with his kind of power, Alex reflects as he's cornered in a dead-end alley, is that while supervillains (or heroes) can't work their stuff on him, anybody can still use their fists to break his nose the good old fashioned way.
Of course, there are ways to keep that from happening, but those ways just aren't as effective especially when your number one choice of defense is sitting in the glove compartment of your car with the safety still on. Option number two (winning a fistfight) would work better if Alex were larger. Much to Alex's disadvantage, however, a barely twenty year old, five-foot nine-inch olive-skinned young man of Greek descent just doesn't inspire much fear in puppies, let alone your standard brawny thugs.
"Look, buddies," Alex says, spreading his arms in as placating a manner as can manage (this is option number three, which isn't nearly as attractive as options one and two). He runs slender fingers through dark hair and laments the fact that he's also clothed inappropriately for an unfair fight -- an Italian suit is hardly what he wants to be wearing when he gets the crap* kicked out of him. Maybe he should've taken Carson's advice and gone straight on this deal. "Can't we settle this any other way?"
That's when he sees option number zero, the one where his power actually does work. In his mind's eye, Alex sees a hint of a power flickering in one of his soon-to-be assailants, and thanking lady luck, he grabs blindly for it.
The power feels cool, smooth and unfamiliar in his metaphorical hands -- he isn't sure what kind it is, but at least it doesn't have the bite of a fire-related superpower. Maybe this guy's a weak psychic and doesn't know? -- either way, it turns into indefinable, malleable strength in his hands. Without someone with a power to augment, Alex just tosses it blindly in front of him and waits for something to happen.
Both men freeze in shock; then one starts screaming about spiders.
Alex doesn't wait to see what happens next -- he's out the alley and down the street in an instant, stopping by his car to pick up option number one before he slips into the first store he sees.
"Hello, can I help you?" someone asks with a heavy Asian accent. Once Alex's adrenaline starts to slow and his breathing even, the young aspiring supervillian takes in the tacky lighting, red tablecloths and Chinese posted pasted onto the walls.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 2:09 pm
_______ Small Town Vermont┊
Daisy-Loo sniffled, trying to find a kleenex in her pockets. Dressed as she would have dressed forty years ago, she was a slight sore thumb in the quaint, small town hamlet of a small, quaint, small state of the 'US' of 'A'. Not that she minded much. For her own reasons, she liked to be avoided.
It had also been about forty years since the alien entity known as Kassogtha had assaulted the young, seventeen year old mind of country-girl Daisy-Loo, and near forty years ago that she'd miraculously -- and to this day inexplicably -- survived. Of all the places and all the times, Daisy-Loo was the last place any cultist or scientist would have been looking for signs or evidence of the Great Old ones.
It was probably the fact that a strong gene for empath abilities ran in her mother's family, and a strong gene for telepathy ran in her fathers. It was also likely that the fact that both these genes manifested presence in Daisy-Loo, albeit subtly, and that combination opened her up to all kinds of worlds -- literally.
Again, forty years later, she'd managed to learn to control and make use of the enhancements that came with being Touched by a Great Old One, but she hadn't yet learned what would happen if this presence of the Great Old One (which wasn't passing or gone, oh-no, it was still beating and thrashing and very much present in the once-a-country-girl's subconscious mind) became stronger. She didn't think about it too much; didn't like to think about it, didn't want to think about it, and knew that other minds, greater minds than hers (like the ones in the ALS) were on it. Or they would be... or they should be.
So instead of thinking about all of that, Daisy-Loo, sometime's known as Sparrow on the odd occasions that the League had bothered to track her down, was doing what she liked best: taking advantage of the odd longevity that being Touched had given her. Current destination: possibly Canada, though she hadn't quite figured out if she was going by land or by sea. Sidetracked as she had been, the mode of transportation wasn't as important as it had seemed when she'd first stepped off the bus in her frayed, flared jeans, peasant blouse, and over-sized Native-American inspired doe-skin jacket. With various feathers and beads braided into her long, dark auburn hair, Daisy-Loo had needed little effort to keep strangers at bay.
And yet, despite the pleasant solitude and the even more pleasant weather, she was bothered. Something was in the air.. or more literally, on the mind of someone not far, and that something was dragging on her empath abilities like an anchor despite the fact that she'd made no effort to seek it out.
Which meant it was likely big, and probably bad.
When she sees the figure hunched over in his coat, clutching it tight despite the warm sunshine and peering around suspiciously, she sets her bag down and sighs.
Yep, most definitely something bad.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 5:23 pm
_______ New York┊
Bells chimed, a sweet sound to herald the presence of danger.
Or so Jaqueline thought, narrating her own melodrama in her own mind, as she looked up from her lunch. The man didnt seem like danger, but that didn't stop Estrella, the newest member of the ASL, from letting her imagination go wild.
He was dressed sharply, too sharply, for the modest chinese bistro. She was dressed as casually as she liked, a name-brand Tee, tight, dark denim skinny jeans and bright red high heels to match the large, red trimmed glasses she had chosen for the day. They were meant to make her look bookish, along with the high pony tail she'd pulled her volumous blonde hair into. It did little to mask everything else.
Along with an increase in all physical attributes and the power of flight, the cosmic radiation that had given Jaqueline her powers had also given her the appearance of a cheesey, B-movie Amazon. Very little of the old Jaqueline remained, the short, scrawny, freckle-faced nerd had literally transformed into a Super Woman.
And what little of her previous I.Q. that remained was devoted to her imagination, leaving plenty of room for a new found confidence, spunk, and eagerness concerning fighting crime. She still couldn't understand why so few other Supers liked working with her...
Which was why she was alone now. It didn't phase her. In fact, Jaqueline was even more determined to prove herself and earn her popularity, starting with the mystery of the well-dressed, heavily breathing gentleman she was staring at.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 6:23 pm
New York City
Dave was just strolling down the street on his way to a local restaurant when he heard a bloodcurdling scream sound from an alley up ahead of him.
"Whoah..."
His eyes immediately became wide with alert. He sidled up next to the stone building and flattened himself against it, slowly creeping up towards the alley. It was only a second later when a man, who Dave barely got a look at, sprinted out of the alley and down the street, paying no attention to Dave as he moved forward.
"Yikes..."
Dave spared the man a moment's glance before he approached the alley entrance and peered around the corner. Two men stood practically jumping up and down, dancing on their feet, and wiping something unseen off of their clothing, seemingly unharmed.
"Hello,is everything all right?" Dave called out to them.
The two men paid him no mind, clearly more concerned about getting... Dave couldn't see whatever the hell they are trying to get off their persons. He was starting to get confused.
"Hello..."
The men were clearly not responding to him. Dave looked up and down the street. The man who had fled was gone, but he spied another person, a woman walking into the restaurant that he had been heading to from the get-go.
"Hey..."
The door shut behind her. She wouldn't have heard Dave if he'd honestly tried to call out to her.
This is stupid, Dave thought as he scampered away from the alley and down the street. It's my fault for coming here.
Dave approached the bistro and extended his hand toward the door knob. The smell of spices wafted out from the restaurant through an open window. Dave reveled in it before opening twisting the door knob. He loved this place.
Then, with a deep breath, he turned the door knob and pushed. The door swept open quickly, just a light piece of s**t, which would certainly never protect the building from burglaries. He stepped inside and approached the host that was waiting for him, although he was looking past him.
"Hey, excuse me," Dave said to the girl's back.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 7:55 pm
New York "Well this is interesting..." The words came from high atop the rooftops, overlooking an alley that had become popular over the last few minutes. The origin of those words came from a mask in the design of a white inari mask, a guardian fox, with a few bits of orange and green to accent the subtle details. The rest of the man who wore the mask was clad in white that flapped in the quick gusts of wind that came across. The White Fox was the one looking down at the alley and he had come to the scene after hearing the screams of a man who sounded like fear itself had manifested in front of him. The alley found another quick patron as another man approached the screamers and attempted to talk to them. After no response the man moved along and made his way to the restaurant just across the alleyway. As he had said originally, it was interesting. "I'm not picking up anything unusual, anything on your end?" "Nothing here, looks clear but still be cautious," a female voice echoed in the White Fox's ear through his COMs. "I always am Sapphire." With a step the guardian fox fell from the roof and on to the fire escape closets to the building. With quick movements and graceful acrobatics the masked man made his way down to the screaming men without incident and in quick time. Taking note from the other man's attempt at communicating with the men the White Fox simply decided it was best to help the terrified men the best way he could think. Quick blows to the back of the head knocked the men out cold and the screams stopped as they fell to the cold New York ground. Bending down around the men, quick hands moved through pockets until they found wallets and a few others items. knives, not the kind you carry to open boxes, and a sizable chunk of cash in both wallets. Stuffing the money back in the wallets he drops them down on their chests and gives a sigh. "No I.Ds? How do you not get an I.D. in this day in age?" "Why are you looking for I.Ds in wallets in this day in age?" A different female voice speaks over the earpiece in the White Fox's mask. "Violet, would you mind helping me out please hun?" The tone is playing and a bit flirtatious "Already on it, and you know I hate it when you call me that. Your little charm does not work on me...""Oh I doubt that, I bet deep down your madly in love with me." "Keep it up and I'll turn your mask off next time your sneaking around in the dark.""That hurts me you know, I have feelings too." "Whatever...got them, Nikko Gambino and Vencent Beleck. Low level enforcers for a crime boss. Not sure which one though, they seem to be more like thugs for hire than attached to anyone.""Looks like their enforcement got turned on them. I don't see any wounds or marks indicating a foreign substance being introduced. I'm guessing they ran into someone who had more than an ace up their sleeve. I'm not seeing any damage or odd things around the alley so no highly devastating power type." "Switch your mask to medical Fox," A third voice comes through sounding a bit younger than the other two, but still feminine "Got it Emerald, what are you getting?" "Odd brain wave patterns, a lot of stress on several of the lobes. I'm guessing either an empath, psionist, or just a pure physic. Be careful Fox, people like that can be tricky business.""Thanks for the heads up, I'll just make sure to keep my mind full of thoughts about the three of you lovely ladies." "Oh I am going to hurt you when you get back, mark my words.""Only foot traffic from that alley in the last few minutes went into the restaurant. Stay on your toes, and keep your thoughts of me at least somewhat decent."Moving back up to the rooftops the White Fox looks down at the alley and then out towards the restaurant. The same one the good Samaritan had gone into after having no luck with the two mind warped thugs. With a shrug the White Fox moved from roof top to roof top as he gained a spot to better watch the small Asian restaurant. With a quick flick of his wrist a small knife came out and struck the side of the restaurant, and began to flash with an orange light. "Alright begin recording and sorting through the sounds. I've got eyes on a good portion of the people inside. Let's see what our psychic friend is having for an after assault snack."
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 5:23 pm
_______ New York City┊
Alex glances at the Asian maitre'd before he nods and turns on the charm. "Just me and my lonesome tonight," he winks at her before gesturing towards the table in the back by an Amazonian... well, Amazonian woman. "Would you mind terrible me seating me over there?"
He has to admit to himself that Jaqueline is beautiful, in the intense, intimidating "strong woman of the new age" kind of way, and Alex likes strong -- but she's the entirely wrong gender for him. He just wants the table next to hers because it's got a good vantage point, second only to the table she's at. Alex wonders if she chose that place on purpose, or just instinctively. He doesn't really care.
"Just water please," he's telling the waitress when a man comes in looking impatient.
He decides to wait until he orders, and flashes the Amazonian woman a smile just because he likes to play.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 5:26 pm
_______ Small Town Vermont┊
Lamont senses more than hears the extra voice, and hears more than he hears it. The result is an instant increase in his paranoia; clutching his jacket tighter, his head whips up and around quickly, and like it's a submarine's periscope and the rest of him is safe underwater.
Logically, Lamont knows the rest of him is quite above water. But it's not the body that matters, it's the locket and the mind jesus christ what've they done to his mind (no forget about that.)
He tries to act normal. He tries to relax, and lean back on the bench like he's comfortable. He sticks out his legs like he's lounging, though his knees stay locked because he doesn't know if they should be straight or loose and easy, and he still holds his jacket closed with one hand.
ahh what a beautiful day someone thinks.
Lamont pushes the thought away and tries to shut down his mind in an attempt to ignore the other thing.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 5:51 pm
_______ Small Town Vermont┊
Daisy tugged on one of her braids while she decided if it would be worth it to check this out.
He was certainly suspicious. She didn't need empath abilities to see that he certainly wasn't alright, but using those abilities told her just how much paranoia and stress were affecting him. Digging any deeper could end up backfiring, badly, so she made a point of not doing it.
She did have to wait for the bus anyways, she rationalized to herself. So, picking up her bag, she made her way to his bench as slowly and calmly as she could without dragging her feet. The hippie-dressed woman did not look at him, did not even smile as she sat down on the far end of the bench, and simply leaned back.
In truth, her silence wasn't a cool, expert way of approaching the situation. It was because she had no idea of what to say, especially since the strange little fellow seemed likely to bolt. Or worse, but she didn't want to think about that. So, instead she doesn't say anything. Gently, she reaches out to his mind to soothe and calm, one of the first things she learned as an empath, keeping it to a gentle touch in case he proved to be as fragile as she feared.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 6:01 pm
_______ New York┊
Jaqueline watches the stranger led to a table next to hers with some suspicion and when that stranger, who went from almost-disheveled to charming in a blink, smiles at her she frowns disapprovingly at him. She doesn't like charm. In her experience, silver tongues are replacements for honest ones.
As focused as she is on the Suit, she didn't even notice the arrival of another man until he speaks to her. Unwillingly, Jaqueline turns her attention away from her current focus to the second man. "Hello," she says, the barest hint of her Montreal accent apparent in her speech, "Can I help you?"
This newer arrival seems ordinary enough and completely at ease in the eatery, so she's itching to get her attention back to previous subject of her scrutiny. Or perhaps she should be getting her costume on, just in case. If this does turn out to be something more interesting than a casual bite to eat, she'd like to be ready.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 8:24 pm
New York City
Probability fields are the fifth force in grand unification theory, along with gravity, electromagnetism and nuclear forces. As the theory governs reality, its manipulation allows various super-powered individuals to alter reality on a microscopic or even macroscopic level. Dave Swearfion possessed such a field, and in effect, could impact both. He wielded it unconsciously, however, having profoundly lucky things happen to him on random occasion. Tonight appeared to be not such an occasion. He hoped his luck would turn around in getting this... This startlingly attractive woman to converse with him.
"I just saw you outside," Dave said.
Suddenly, he realized he was about to walk onto the floor without having been brought to a table. The host stood staring, waiting for him to either sit down with the woman or ask to be seated. The restaurant was relatively empty, aside from themselves and a well-dressed man sitting nearby. Dave glanced at the host and then turned back to gawk at the beauty before him.
"Uh..."
Dave looked back and forth once more before settling his gaze on the woman. Luck be kind to him tonight.
"Can I sit at your table?" Dave asked with a dubious look on his face.
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