American_Valor

You will be missed greatly. Those Tabula Rasa guys have no idea how incredibly lucky they are to get you. Good Luck in your new role, and thank you for everything you have done.

American_ Valor

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His smile, the Jonahs smile, returned as he looked into her eyes. Yes…. Prissy had been denied long enough. He kissed her tenderly. They could all wait, this was long overdue….

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A short while later...

Pandora lay quietly, breathing slowing to a more even cadence. She said nothing, but lay on her side propped on one elbow while her other hand combed through his hair. Black as a raven's wing. Unsure of just whom she had just made love to.

He'd treated her as though she were as delicate as spun glass, as precious as the diamonds Burkholder wanted from him, as vital as oxygen. It wasn't at all what she expected from Jonahs to whom women were interchangeable and disposable commodities.

Jonahs? Lx? Unsettlingly, both?

Again, Mike's voice echoed in her thoughts. Would
you do anything...?

Yes. She would. She had. She pushed the thoughts away. Any method, any weapon, any guile. Whatever it took, that's what she would do.

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The Devils Own had already cleared most of the room prior to the Don’s arrival. They sat drinking on the farside now waiting and watching the Capos enter. Burke and April sat next to the empty chair left for Jonahs. Duke was near the lower stairs while Santo’s had stood at the top of the stairs waiting. Don di Gallo frowned then nodded at Tony who was at the bar. He moved forward stopping short of Burke. “Are youse lookin fer a fight, Get Jonahs. No one keep The Don waiting.”

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April smiled. "He's currently busy. Ensign Santos, please inform Lt. Jonahs that Don di Gallo is here."

Santos hadn't missed the posturing Specialist Bellante was doing, but he also didn't care one way or another if a firefight broke out. He was looking at the reasons why he found himself in this position to begin with. Ignoring April he looked over at Tony
then to the Don.

"Commander Jonahs will be down shortly. I will let him know you have arrived, Sir. As a token of friendship and hospitiality, the bar is open."

Javier looked over to where April and Burke were seated before he walked down the hallway. He stopped in front of the door and knocked before opening it.

Jonahs simply enjoyed Prissy's attention. He refused to think about anything for the moment, his headaches were getting worse, so instead he just laid there waiting, and listening. He heard the commotion before Santos ever even reached the door to knock. He sat up in a fashion, blocking Prissy from view as Santos entered.

"Ishmael, sorry to disturb you but He's here and waiting. It will look very bad if you make him wait too long." Santos stated.

"I'll be right down."

Santos closed the door, and headed back to the upstairs landing to wait for Jonahs.

Jonahs looked back admiringly at Prissy's form while he dressed. "Should we kill them, wait for di Gallo to make the move first, cause he will try? What do you
forsee?" he said casually.

With her gift at full power and cooperating, her twin could have told him anything right down to the number of fillings the Don had. Pandora wasn't her twin.

Playtime was over, Jonahs was back to all business. Now so was she, reaching for her own jumpsuit and weapon harness. Thinking. Reaching for her twin in a vague hope that maybe Cassie's gift would cooperate for once, rather than torment her as it had in their teens. She closed her eyes in concentration, going completely still.

Whether it was their physical proximity in the same city, the last days were the longest they'd been so close together in ten years, or her own increasingly powerful mutation Pandora felt something, and beneath the closed lashes of her eyes a pale reflection of the white light signature of her twin's gift of prophecy flickered.

Dread. Sorrow. Fear. Despair. Anger. Across the city, at this very moment her twin was prophesying, the words, images, and meaning of that seeing were beyond
Pandora's reach, but the emotions... as always emotions carried over their twin link as clearly as a cellular phone carrier. And so Prissy prophesied for Jonahs, one more attempt to strengthen her influence upon him.

"The Heroes are afraid, furious.... something important has happened, and we need to know what it is. Let Di Gallo speak." As she opened her eyes to meet his the glow faded out.

"And one more thing Jonahs," she added, a piece of information she knew of her own right that she knew would get his attention. "The Dark Harrier is alive."

He smiled broadly. Of course it made sense to him now, it wasn't her computer expertise, or her soft company which he enjoyed greatly. She was his witch, his seer, and everything else was just bonus.

"You speak wisely. Hmm, so Harrier is alive. Heroes are so resilent, the city system is designed to keep them that way. We will need signal jammers for the emergency teleporation system. If nothing else, to reroute them into our own prisoner holding cells."

There had been a subtle change in Jonahs attitude and actions, immedately noticable to Prissy. More than just having value to him, she had become important. She could see it in his eyes.

"Let us go greet the Don and see if he is a man of business or pride."

As they arrived at Club Dokken, Don di Gallo phone rang yet again. “ What is it?”

The voice spoke calmly on the other end. “Trouble down at the dock in Liberty Quay, Sir. A lone nameless heroine killed some enforcers before being taken out herself. It seem she had some friends as locations all across the ports are talking about directed strikes geared at “The Family” as a whole. We are getting ready to move to the Hollows to transfer that shipment is that still a go?”

Antino didn’t have time for this, “Send a message to everyone involved, and call the Columbian to take care of the hero’s friends. Your responsible for that shipment Vincent. Anything happens…” He didn’t finish He knew Vincent understood.

“Yes Sir, I will take care of it personally.” Vincent hung up the phone.

Don di Gallo’s men moved into the club, 15 Capos armed with assault rifles in the lead securing the now empty club before Don di Gallo walked in. The other Capos securing the clubs outer perimeter.

The Devils Own had already cleared most of the room prior to the Don’s arrival. They sat drinking on the farside now waiting and watching the Capos enter. Burke and April sat next to the empty chair left for Jonahs. Duke was near the lower stairs while Santo’s had stood at the top of the stairs waiting.

Don di Gallo frowned then nodded at Tony who was at the bar. He moved forward stopping short of Burke.

“Are youse lookin fer a fight, Get Jonahs. No one keep The Don waiting.”

Storage is and issue that would be nice however if you know your SG and don't just do random sg invites Access shouldn't be a problem.

It takes a lot to run a SG and manage it. I like the idea Access by bin permission or even the Remove own items toggle. The later allows you the ability to do it as an upgrade patch without much impact. I think we will all agree that things that cause less impact are good.

American Valor
Sentinel Of Liberty SG Founder on Liberty

Heres additional Information for all you Chummers. Also Posted elsewhere....

ShadowMatrix:

Hey Chummers are you looking to earn a rep, are you green in need of infulence? If you willing to run the shadow, or crave the underground excitment you can only get from Dwarf tossing or Troll diving, then look us up.

The 6th World is open for Business. We are recruiting Chummer of all kinds; Sam's, Riggers, Mages, Shamans, etc... you know the drill hit the shadows, check the boards, Meet up with your fixers they will tell ya where you'll find us on Pinn in the Rouge Isles.

If ya new to the Isle then make sure you hook up with Burke the Merc before "Breaking Out" if ya get the drift, nuff said.

Send a data stream to Gadgetmizer, Blood Anne Bone or DMZ. Some time around 2200 hours. See you in the dark and remember to Stay Frosty.


PS I'll be looking for ya Prime...

Ok Well Guys Several people think Pinn So I am working on creating a Group on Pin in COV.

When you chose your first contact chose Burke the Merc
(Your first Fixer / Mr Johnson) not Kalinda since your gonna be a runner. Arachnos is a Megacorp, the first one we will be going aganist.

Hey everyone the 6th World is waiting for you send tells in game or Globals. We stayed away from Shadowrun / Cyberpunk for legal reasons. Have fun and see you in the shadows...

Ok Runners get ready to hit the Shadows market, the Rogue Isles will never be the same...

Gadgetmizer
Dwarven Techwiz

Yes I have an armor costume which when I activate/toggle my Battle Armor, I switch to to cc3 which is my armor and activate my Invul power.

In rp terms he teleports his battle armor on to him to increase his already massive defenses. It's fun and looks good. YMMV good luck Heroes.

Valor

Hmm yes chosing a server becomes the real issue. But regardless, some one should already have a lvl 10 villain on the cov server we chose so they can make the vg, then if they don't want to be in the vg thats fine we promote the Johnson/Fixer or what ever we name them so that everyone who makes a Runner can start earning prestige for the VG asap.

I'll take dibbs on a Dwarf Rigger (MM Robots/traps)

And maybe an future Alt of Gypsy....

But we do need a server. This could be fun.

Alexi had interupted Uncle Tino's supper with a problem. Lil’ Tino had been attacked while in the club. Don di Gallo's reaction was calm as he looked up at Alexi.

"Where is he now? Still at the club instead of dinner…. You know what to do." Tino returned back to his olive brisket in wine sauce.

It only took a phone call for a name and less than a minute later a follow up call with all the information Tino had requested, and he went over it in his thoughts. The Family had been making headway into several dealings, and now this. He was a Underboss, it didn't matter what his stupid son had done, it was a matter of respect. He pushed away his plate in disgust.

"Alexi, you tell them I want him dead. No, wait. You tell them I'm coming."

Alexi nodded and grabbed the phone. The Capos moved, grabbing hardware and ordnance. They were heading to the club, where this situation would be handled personally by the Big Man himself. While they were on the move, Tino's private line rang, Once. He answered it, reading the extended text message.

Madra di Cristo….

[color= red] Elsewhere... [/color]

Jonahs’ eyes snapped open suddenly, scanning the room, taking it all in virtually instantaneously. It was the nightmare again. He had been fighting a flagged-suited hero… always the same one. It made him hate Paragon City all the more. He would burn this place to the ground, would find and kill this hero. He needed his Santanista seer. He believed he created his own future, but it never hurt to consult the spirit world.

His eyes fell on Prissy as she kicked the door shut behind her. He fixed his attention upon her face and voice.

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Her stride carried her back into the room to face Jonahs, laughing in a loud, brash humor. "You'll never believe it, sugar! We get to meet The Man himself!"

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He smiled, a Jonahs smile. "Well, Don Antino di Gallo himself wants to make sure he gets his cut, I suppose." Jonahs looked over at the bed piled with money, over a million dollars, then swung his eyes around again to stare wantonly at Prissy and the cleavage displayed by the jumpsuit and it’s wandering zipper. "Everything always has to wait. It's always something."

She moved closer, talking again and thinking very fast. She opened with sarcastic laughter, “Make him wait! This Gallo that's coming... has to... he can't just walk away, or he'll lose face. His pride and anger won't let him.... he thinks he can dictate the terms, take what he wants, but behind the fancy suit and his nameless goons he’s probably shaking in his boots.” She dismissed it all, "Everyone waits for you, Jonahs... everything is waiting on you, on your move."

Jonahs smiled, Prissy was right the Don could wait.
She slowed, using every curve to hold his rapt attention, moving to within an easy reach away. “Money and guns you could get anywhere, diamonds and men too. Even a base of operations…” She waved a hand dismissively, using even that motion to compel his attention back to her. “You’re the real deal, a man who doesn’t hide behind a veneer of civilization, who really does take what he wants and be damned to what anyone else thinks. These people,” the sweeping gesture of her hands implied The Council, Family, even the Heroes of Paragon City, “are sheep for the fleecing…”

Twice before in the very recent past her touch had seemed to ground Jonahs, to calm the level of violence that telegraphed in ever motion of that borrowed, powerful frame. The first time had been in Burke’s room, when Santos had pulled a gun and challenged Jonahs… the second had been only minutes before, when he’d relaxed so much that for a few short moments the man he truly was had been able to communicate with her.

But before that, much earlier in this very room, when she had touched him, before she’d realized just what was going on, he’d hurt her. The bruises he’d left were gone, but not the memory.

Now she went to bat again, the whole game riding on this one pitch.

“Tell me lover, what are we really here for,” she slid sideways onto the couch alongside him, facing him eye to eye. “…and when are we going to take it?”

Jonahs reached out and took hold of her pulling her even closer to him. She was right he had waited long enough payment was long overdue. “This America betrayed me, sent me an invitation via the CIA. They called down The Thunder, they wanted The Fire.” Looking into her eyes his dead cold eyes finally held some life, a red glint sparkled. “Well I’m bringing The Fire, they will rue the day they did.”

His smile, the Jonahs smile, returned as he looked into her eyes. Yes…. Prissy had been denied long enough. He kissed her tenderly. They could all wait, this was long overdue….

She saw it coming, and when he moved for her she met him, the scent of her refreshed perfume strong and twining about them like an indistinct mist. Her decision was already made... whichever him he was at the moment or would be in the next, for the sake of the one she cared about, for the sake of everyone.

He would bring The Fire. God help them all.

Javier Santos had done as he was told. Following orders he had spoken to Lil Tino’s men arranging for the meeting in about an hour or so. Was he a fool, did he really believe this woman Prissy was actually a twin, an agent to bring down Jonahs? He would find out soon enough. Either he would be dead or not, it was only a matter of time.

He returned to the door having passed Burke's room again. It had been strangely quiet since the commotion from earlier. He wondered if they were even still in the room.

A few minutes later Duke came upstairs with a message. The meeting with Lil Tino had been changed. The Don was on his way and wanted to speak to Jonahs personally. Santos nodded and told Duke to get the men. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but if nothing else one less Family would be better for the world. Duke agreed and left.

Now Santos stood in the hallway alone once again. He reached into his pocket and looked at his only Christmas gift. He studied the bottle capped frame picture of his family. The picture his daughters had given him. He was ashamed of himself, of the misery he had caused and wondered if Maria would ever forgive him. He didn’t think he ever could.

He heard the door ‘click’, then it began to slide open. Javier turned, he didn’t know what to expect so he just waited…

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She took a deep breath, steeled her face into Prissy's arrogant, blatantly sexual smirk, and opened the door.

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Pandora was both frustrated and relieved to see that Santos was still there. Relieved in that she could deliver a more pointed message, frustrated in that he could have left already.... She stepped forward to frame her figure in the door, the light from the room behind her silhouetting her against the dimmer shadows of the hall.

"Ah, Santos... just the man for the job. Jonahs is hungry... call in that order for the hero sandwich, extra mustard, and tell them to make it an express."
The smirk was solidly in place, outlined in smudge-proof blood red lipstick. With that she began to turn back into the room, the tips of her thumb and index finger on the zippertab of her jumpsuit, nudging it down a few inches.

He watched her movements slightly mesmerized by her actions. She was a temptress, a beauty, and possibly the only hope of him ever seeing his family again.

She tossed her hair, facing back once again. "Go pick it up, you've got fifteen minutes, Jonahs isn't a man who likes to wait, and it's not like I need a bodyguard with him in the room with me."

Then as she started to head back into the room again, Santos found his voice, “Sorry, no can do. There’s been a change of plans with the meeting he wanted. Seems like the Don di Gallo himself is on his way to talk to Jonahs. I didn't think that was good, so I told Duke to get the men ready. I have no idea how it going turn out. So the sandwiches are going to have to wait, but I’ll give you your 15 minutes.”

"Fine, I'll pass it on." She nodded Prissy's approval of Santos' actions, though inside she wanted to rage at the delay and newest complication. The Don himself. Well, it wasn't as if cement shoes would be any more than an annoyance to the man in the room, but they would weight her down just fine. And Santos.... Did he not believe her? Was he stalling for a better time to bolt? Would he instead double cross her because he thought the FBSA and Longbow couldn't protect his family? Did he think she was running some sort of double double-cross? The fifteen minutes of distraction she referred to had been meant for him. Not herself. Not even for her partner.

Her _expression and body language didn't change, but her voice dropped to a whisper and her lips barely moved, the benefit of her and her twins years active in school theater.

"Just get out. No matter what."

Because someone was going to die, she couldn't see how it could be avoided now.

Her stride carried her back into the room to face Jonahs, laughing in a loud, brash humor. "You'll never believe it, sugar! We get to meet The Man himself!"

Then she slammed the door shut behind her, the percussive sound echoing down the bleak hallway leaving Santos outside to his decision, whatever it would be. Leaving herself to the man inside... whoever that would be...

Location Upstairs Club Dokken:



Pandora turned away from Jonahs presenting her back to him should he open his eyes before she reasserted control over her features. The sense of danger that constantly surrounded the dark haired, tattooed man was already beginning to return, even as he slept. Like a dreamer who clenched his hands, tension present even still.

It wasn't just paranoid melodrama, she was gifted Her gift was as a melting icicle to the roaring waterfall of her twin's, but it was real just as the link between them was real. Maybe I can use that... Later.

She wasn’t sure how much time she had.

With the brief exchange she was now absolutely certain that something had gone wrong. Catastrophically wrong. There was no way she would be leaving him again.


Love denied her escape.

His words echoed in her mind: Where were you? Those were desperate and despairing words, words that revealed how lost, how hurt, how very abandoned he must feel. She was sure if she left him again there would be no saving him.

Loyalty denied her escape

He needed a partner. Not just a girlfriend, a protégé, a courier, or a sidekick. He needed a partner, someone he could depend on to cover his six and back him up, to stand for what was right, not just expedient, in pursuit of the mission when he couldn't stand for it on his own.

Duty denied her escape.

I, Pandora Two-Bear Jenkins, do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic...


That was Jonahs in a nutshell. An enemy... both foreign and domestic. Jonahs was Lx and it was up to her to stop him, if she could. All of this passed through her mind in a matter of seconds. She needed to talk to Santos quickly and crossed the room pausing momentarily at the door. Santos was supposed to be outside on guard. Was he, or had he already bolted?

How much time did she really have? Seconds, a few minutes, no more than that... already she could hear Jonahs beginning to stir.

How far was she willing to go? Her mind voiced it while her hand quivered on the door handle. Would she kill to stop him? She'd read Ishmael Jonahs's file after her first foray into the field, before embarking the second time as Prissy. Jonahs was a South American mercenary involved in weapons smuggling and drug dealing, a peddler in human flesh and misery. Now on US soil, and after the same thing he had been then.

Before the Rikti war, Lx had killed Jonahs while undercover in Mexico to keep him from getting his hands on a nuclear weapon. Events were repeating themselves three years later in Rhode Island... with a few twists. This time Lx was already a casualty. Jonahs was a high-order meta in addition to being sociopath and all the more dangerous for it.

And it was up to her to stop him.

She took a deep breath, steeled her face into Prissy's arrogant, blatantly sexual smirk, and opened the door...

Earl sat laughing at the screen. As much as Harrier wanted him dead he would still go after Jonahs first. The look on Harriers face was priceless. Marx was right heroes were so easy to manipulate.

Earl played back the entire broadcast having the computer pull up the files on all the heroes and metaforces personnel pop up screen displays involved.

Several caught his attention and he flaged them for further research. Steele Magnolia, Sol-Ar two names he knew his mentor would want to know what was going on with. He raised an eyebrow as he read the FBSA BOLO. Sol-Ar was wanted for questioning in the death of a Paragon University Dean. Hmm no wonder Marx was concerned. Sol-Ar was Steele Magnolia's current boyfriend if the 'Insidekick' rag was to be believed. The general public made this so easy. They wanted to know everything about "there heroes" they idolized them. These same heroes then felt compelled to tell them their secrets. The fools wonder why we know how to defeat them. It's in any magazine, newsbroadcast and paper in the city. You just have to look, and the intel was easy enough. It was in his opinion why Marx had transformed himself into something quite sinister and dark to be able to affect one who drew power from the Sun itself, something lost on others but not him.

Earl finished loading the data files and schedual them into the automated sent item list. Within days everything would be in place and Jonahs would be dead. Yes Harrier would figure prominately in this as well. The file he had gotten on Jonahs would make the Commanders take pause once they reviewed it. This real file on Warlord-General Ishmael Jonahs of the Peoples Army he had obtained from his contact within the FBSA. Spoke volumes of who this man was and just what he was doing. He looked at his watch and smiled. Pushing enter, It was time for coffee and pie ...



(ooc: edited for major inclusion and sentence restructuring.)

(OOC: These events have already taken place in the Whitmoore Apartments (Open RP) they have been edited for tales. Thanks to all the heroes involved )



The Broadcast News Eye in the Sky was catching all the best out takes for later airing. Sitting in the dimly lit office the dark shadowy figure of Ssgt Earl Holman grinned while watching the news feed.

He watched the events unfold on the HDTV. Placing down his current stack of files, he grinned sinisterly at the unfortunate Council team who appeared to draw out so many heroes. Only in Paragon City could intel be gathered so easily and readily provide by the broadcast news including the pop-up showing which heroes were involved. * Was that... Yes it was The Dark Harrier flying across saving a Metaforces soldier who was standing next to Master Sgt Riley. * He hit tivo and replayed it stopping on the image of Harrier and began to laugh....

"Wh- AW JEEZ!" Harrier stepped back as the Warwolf met his maker, leaving a spray of itself across his face. "Riley, gah. Gimme some notice next time. Yug." But his pal was already on the hoof, leaving him to wipe the gore from his costume.

Harrier shrugged at Detective Frost's obvious anger at the turnout as he returned the arrest-tab to his utility belt. He felt the need to say something. "Sorry man. I know you'd wanna see the guy in jail. Me too. But Gevin does things the Army way, some times.." That seemed inadequate, somehow, but he –

Yes, It was time to start Phase-one. Holman pushed the files aside momentarily and flipped a desk toggle. A mild crackle and then a boosted secure encrypted signal came across the speaker. He waited till the buzz on the SAT comm link cleared. Then he spoke to his new friend.

"Hello Harrier"

"Oh, Tech!" He hadn't really heard the tenor of the voice on the line, nor did he realize that his feed had been cut into. He didn't even know he'd missed Steele's most welcome call that she was online and looking for the action.

"'Scuse me a sec', Detective," he said, stepping away into the cleared courtyard, thinking to clear the static. He put a hand up to the earpiece, looking upward at the sky and into the unseen but assumed eye of the news chopper whirring high overhead, peeking down between the tall skyscrapers into their little battlezone.

"Tech, yeah, I hear ya, go ahead...."

He was silent for a second, and his face screwed up first in surprise, then slowly morphed in anger at what he was hearing.....

"Well it appears you aren't dead, as Archon Jonahs claims you are. [Harrier thinks: Archon Jonas!] Oh yes, through your defeat at his hands he was promoted again, he's even being given his own base. I believe he will be working with... um who..." Shuffling papers. "Ah yes - Archon Helsinger." The voice paused allowing the hero to digest the information.

These three names strung all together [two mentioned, plus the speaker] had Harrier almost vibrating in rage and dread. It might have caused him to spout off, gnashing his teeth over the comm line and saying all sorts of stupid things, calling into that fatal monologue that both heroes and villains often joked about as the downfall of the other at critical times. But at this moment, the Harrier kept his head. Let Holman talk; he'd get his chance to respond later.

The Dark Harrier was starring right at the Broadcast News Helicopter so they took the opportunity to pull a close up.

For his part, Eric seemed to be standing still, amid blossoming explosions and beamer ricochets, speaking in a heated argument with someone over his headset that nobody else on the Metaforces or Whitmoore channels seemed to be able to hear. He had one hand pressed to his head to hear clearly, and the other glove was clenched tightly, as he suddenly looked all around, and upward....

Through all this, Eric had missed several key communiqué’s, for his personal comm had been compromised and the conversation had his full attention.

The reporter cut in over the televised feed "Dirk, we're not exactly sure what the Dark Harrier is doing, but it must be important to keep him out of the battle ongoing about him."

Holman laughed over the secure link. "So Harrier, all this over a girl. Is she worth it? Heroes are dying on the street, all because Jonahs wants it that way. How sad you heroes are. Well, the press has made you look the fool enough. So I'll call you later, if Jonahs hasn't had me killed before then that is. Oh and if by chance those goons should kill you, well then, goodbye Harrier, you will be missed."

"Over a girl! What do you helmet-headed freaks want WITH MY GIRL!" His voice had risen now, but all in vain: he could hear that the line had disconnected. The familiar call-waiting beep sounded, and suddenly he was released back into the default channels.

The cacophony of all those familiar voices grabbed his attention, but he had one more thing to do: since he realized the news chopper above was being used to survey this entire scene by the Council, and perhaps by Holman personally, he looked back up once more.

Into the camera, he mouthed one word, overenunciating so his lips could be read: HOL-MAN, then pointed at himself, and mimed breaking something over his knee.

Then, as beamer blasts bracketed him, he accelerated out of the shot faster than the gyroscopically stabilized camera could follow….







(Once Again thanks to The Legendary Dark Harrier, the Hero in Black.)

My heroes would continue doing just what they are doing, several are Federal Agents, One is a Nurse, One is a movie star and owner of a company your retired heroes could work for, Damage Control INC rebuilding Paragon one building at a time.

To follow my heroes and others in this very thing, check out our continuing stories in the Whitmoore Apt Thread. Check it out you might like it.

Valor

Sgt Holman listened to the playback once again. April was smart and had been using a voice encrypted phone so the playback was distorted enough so not to sound like her. Still the new information she had passed to him confirmed the information he already had.

The base in question was one which had be assaulted numerous times by heroes, was used as a supply depot for the Sky Raiders. Speaking of heroes, He watched the news 'Eye in the Sky' over Steel Canyon unfold and smiled. He had to make a couple of quick calls.

The phone rang. "Hello Earl where are you?" said the young woman's voice.

"Hi Jen. I'm sorry ,but somethings came up. I won't be able to be there till much later." Sgt Holman said while watching several heroes mess up a simple surveillance, causing him to sigh.

Jenny had been cooking all day. She had made Earls favorite, double baked roasted red potatoes, and meatloaf in a brandy sauce with brazened carrots. She was slightly annoyed and was about to lay into him about ruining dinner when she hear his sigh. "Oh Earl, its OK. Should we wait for you or should I set a plate aside for you?" Jenny said.

Earl couldn't believe his luck. Was that, yes it was, that was the Dark Harrier. He wasn't dead. So Jonahs hadn't killed him, and that brought a smile to his face. "Listen Jen, Why don't you guys eat and as soon as I can get away I'll be over, OK Sis."

Jenny smiled. "That will be great Earl, We'll save the desert and coffee for when you get here. I made all your favorites from scratch, including fresh Key-lime Pie."

"Yum, that sounds good Sis, your the best. I have another call to make gotta keep up with everything you know. So I'll see you later tonight, OK."

"OK Earl see you in a little while." Jenny smiled as she hung up the phone. Earl was such a good brother she thought as she reset the table for just her and her husband Bobby.

I have a really great new song, IMHO, its from the soon to be realeased movie called

'HOOT', opening May 5th.

The song is called:

'Good Guys Win' by Jimmy Buffet, and it would be for all of my heroes and Parrotheads, and you know who you are.

American Valor... salt salt

Update:
The Flaggs Info. Please PM before taking libertys.
StoryTeller: Me aka American_Valor
Location: In front of my Puter
The only Hero listed living in the Apt is Kid Valor aka Seith Flagg, due to his very Public ID.

The 11th floor is the Flagg Residence. main door is Apt 1134

Lxnder Flagg (Secret Id)
Nicholas Flagg (Secret Id / Some PCPD Knows)
Reno Flagg (Secret Id / listed as Deceased)
Violet Flagg (Secert Id)
Ms Beautiful the AI
Karl Karson (Two Gun Kid) retired hero and family friend works for Seith.
Wally Wonderment Of Wonderment Talent Agency to the Stars 'Kid/Seiths Agent'
Mike Connors plus family Lx's Partner
Pandora Jenkins MetaForces Sgt assigned to FBSA also Lx's Partner, and more.
Denny Cazet plus staff of PCPD CSI Assistant Director
Cassandra Jenkins / Seer girlfriend of Nicholas Flagg / Senior LongBow Agent

the apt:
Apt 1134
Is actually half the 11th floor. Once The Flagg brothers decide they were going to be moving in they rented the entire Space, and Damage Control Inc Remodeled the entire 11th floor.

The other half is being converted into a state of the art Superhero Gym for use by all the tenants and their guest. It is still under construction.

The entire floor has been reinforced and new energy saver appliances installed in all the vacant apt to help not overload the system grid.

Any type of surveillance devices have been tagged plus have had a remote auto shut feature installed. After determining where the feeds lead. The Apt is bug free a white noise generator/window tremblers are built into every room.

Entry hallway door access to Great room

The Great room / Living room / Dining room connected to Kitchen

Kitchen Is open space style, with latest energy saver appliances

Down the hallway Den,

First Guest Bathroom,

First Guest room

1 Master bedroom, two Labs (Nick’s Room)


Second Guest Bathroom, connects to 2nd lab

Second Guestroom

1 master bedroom with a small foyer Seiths Room,

1 master bedroom Lx’s Room

The Great room / living room is where the Full wall Monitors are located.
Stereo system is theater style surround sound, the entire house is set up with encrypted wireless connection for everything.
Family pictures line the walls.
"Thats all of us, He's second in the picture on the left." Seith said pointing at the wall. The picture looks like some type of collage standing on either side are Older Golden Age Heroes: American Valor and Ms Justice. Standing Next to American Valor is Karl Karson dressed as a cowboy with a dual pistol rig. Standing between Valor and Ms Justice are 5 kids. Lx , Nick, Violet, Reno, and Seith.

Kid Valor/Seith Flagg also is the owner of DCI. (Not Known to Public)

Damage Control Inc. (DCI)
Is an Insurance / construction company dealing with damage caused from Metas battling in cities. They offer deep discount rates to known Heroes, who have proven themselves to the city. Most of the employees of Damage Control Inc are retired, or injured Metas, either Hero or reformed criminal who still want to help in anyway possible. So they use their powers to assist the cities heroes by ensuring they have a city to protect. This company is actually owned by Seith Flagg aka Kid Valor. He basically signs papers. Karl Karson is the Foreman and Operations Director of DCI. He actually runs the company. He has been a trusted family friend of the Flaggs since WW2


(ooc: Hey added even more info. then I planned. Needed to update this to include information above. )

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Sam Burkes world began to slip into focus how long he was out and why he was still alive was something he would guess at. As he opened his eyes he felt a gentel hand carress his face brushing at his hair he could barely make out April Face before his eyes began to tear and the pain hit him like a ton of bricks, He wasn't sure as he rolled into a ball on the floor but was she smiling...

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Sam rolled on the floor for another minute before the pain completely vanished. His senses hightened he could hear Aprils breathing and smell lingering fear and something else. He sat upright, then leap to his feet looking at her.

April stared at Sam and stepped back, she recongized the movements, and the changes from the Council training tapes.

"Absatz!" (translated German Heel)
Sam stopped in his tracks. April smiled. It was true the conditioning worked.

"Zentrale April Bellante, Diener Sam Burke."

Burke growled lowly and finally spoke. "Yes Zentrale Bellante." He balanced on his feet wanting to spring to kill her, but she was his master now the implanted conditioning had worked.

"Ruhend Umschalten!" As quickly as that the champion reverted back into Sam Burke. Sam stared hard at April. Unless something happened to her she would command him.

April smiled and sat back down drinking her coffee and Sam paced a little back and forth before he joined her. Now it was her turn to begin planning....

(ooc note appearing every 10 post: Tales from the Council is a rp story involving a hero with guest starring heroes and setting up villains to be introduced into other storylines at a later date. It's not normally thought of but even villains have mothers, wives or other family members these tales have include them at times. Something to think about: Chocolate, Vanilla or Strawberry? Hehe, did you remember to vote in the forum? Feel free to PM.)


Jonahs' breath deepened and slowed, taking in the scent of Pandora, his mind clouding into a lazy, drifting fog. He began to mumble to her, his voice softened, its cadence shifted, slowed, distant as if from the bottom of a well.

“I really like the perfume. You smell good, I miss you, where have you been...?” His eyes closed as he leaned back deeper into the couch, the everpresent tension in his muscles draining away like water.

The change in him caught her by surprise. It wasn't just tension that faded, it was also the persistent aura of menace he carried with him. At first she thought perhaps she had been wrong, that her partner had been in control the entire time, but then the implications of his words sunk in.

Where have you been?

It tore at her heart, did he think she'd abandoned him? How much was he aware of? How much (or little) control did he have? And how long would this last? She shifted position, slowly so as not to startle him, and rested her hands lightly upon his shoulders in reassurance, massaging them. "I'm here now, partner. I won't leave you again."

“He’s ... here, yes” Lx mumbled, “I… there… he's here, back...” the _expression on his face was deeply troubled as his voice began to still.

She was losing him. Keeping her voice as quiet as his own she buried her own emotions, there was no time for them. "Talk to me, partner...."

“...tried not to kill Harrier, don't know... Jonahs wants everyone dead..." His tone was growing stronger, guilt and strain tightened the mucles under her hands.

"Harrier's alive, you didn't kill him." No time, she reminded herself. There was no time for emotions, for either of them. She needed answers. "Is Jonahs making a try for the diamonds?" Was that the meaning of the notes on the safehouse location, security procedures, the vault?

Lx leaned his head to be touching her hand like a kitten petting itself against its owner and she moved, her hands going to the sides of his face to caress his temples, to keep him relaxed and to reassure him. And herself.

“...diamonds are just a ploy to get close to Burkholder and kill him...”

She hadn't expected that, and the shock carried through in her whispered, "Why?" She was speaking so quietly now that she was leaning in so closely that her cheek nearly touched his, her hair drifting over them both.

"…he trusts no one... nuclear warhead in Warburg... a floating platform in space... to drop 'em from orbit…


All the pieces fell into place with a heart-wrenching spike of horror. "Oh my god..." Her lips moved, but there was no voice behind them. With an indrawn breath she tried again, "Can you stop him? Can Magi?"

Magi was the agency's trump card, a deeply buried spell to prompt him to abort the operation and get out, no matter what. If ever there was a reason to use it, this was it. To stop a madman from getting a nuke, and if they were lucky, still have enough left of a good man to salvage. What had gone wrong?

"... something ... MAGI...Circle... Ga...ry, so tired... No t…." His voice faltered and stilled as if the strain were too much. At his temple her fingers found a small knot formed under the skin, the place Jonahs was continually rubbing at. What...? He was speaking again.


"Rest now.... rest....Smell so good...." He drew a deep breath inhaling her scent. One last time."

"Sleep now... there's time..." she whispered in reply, as tears welled in her eyes with thoughts of what she might have to do. With one hand she wiped them away, while the other brushed lightly through his darkened hair, "Rest, partner. I'll take care of everything."

POE Heroes fairly thight group of friends. If your ever on say Hi to us or the Co-sg Kindred Spirits

Ok shameless bump time as I know as I get closer to sl 50, New songs are abound,

Hmm I need new song Ideas...

'Orange Blossom Special' for Liberty Express

She watched Santos through emotionless eyes, attempting to conceal her worry and fear, while remaining in Jonahs' embrace, sharing body heat. "So, Jonahs.... Who did you just kill? Do we need to recruit a replacement?"

She feared the answer. Of what he might have done and what it might mean for the man that he truly was beneath the tattoos and menace.

His head was hurting again. He sank down into the couch, tired. She was right, he should have killed Sam. As he sat, thoughts refocusing upon his men, his goals, the pain began to subside. He rubbed at his left temple again absentmindedly as he spoke.

"Killed?" he grinned "No one yet. Who do you want dead? Say the word and it's done." He paused, looking at Prissy and wondered why.... why what? She was so familar to him. She had saved his life. So she had told him, and he believed her. So why did he feel there was there something wrong with this?
It did not occur to him that believing her was the wrongness he felt. There was noone he trusted. Jonahs didn't have friends, he only had tools.

Santos exited, walking downstairsto speak to Lil Tino as ordered. As he passed Burke's room he wondered if he should even look. Then he heard Bellantes muffled voice... if she could talk, then she could take care of herself. That woman could talk her way out of and around anything.

April was concise with the information she passed as a trained surveillance operative. What information she chose to keep to herself was to be used as leverage if needed. She hung up quickly as she saw Sam begin to stir, She quickly went to his side and feigned concerned brushing some of the drywall from his face as he began to open his eyes.

Sam Burkes world began to slip into focus how long he was out and why he was still alive was something he would guess at. As he opened his eyes he felt a gentel hand carress his face brushing at his hair he could barely make out April Face before his eyes began to tear and the pain hit him like a ton of bricks, He wasn't sure as he rolled into a ball on the floor but was she smiling...

Lil Tino was still sitting at the bar while Tony and Vinnie had stopped drinking and were once again on the job. They had told Tino that Dokken wasn't safe anymore, but Tino had none of it. The more drugs and booze he did the more he believed that Jonahs simply got lucky, he planned on sticking him real good, it was only a matter of time.

Santos came down and scanned the thinning crowd he spotted the Lil Tino and his goons easily. He made his way over to several of the Devils Own and had Hurlocker, and Allen watch his back as he went to speak to Lil Tino. The exchange was brief and to the point, Santos wasn't giving this joker any breathing space, Meeting one hour private room with Commander Jonahs to discuss business. Tony nodded yes, while Lil Tino simply mumbled incoherently at Santos. As Santos walked away he was fully aware that Jonahs was going to devour these idiots.

Jonahs sat with his head back aganist the couch his clouded stormy eyes staring at the ceiling He just want to.... what.... he couldn't seem to focus his thoughts were of Prissy again he began to drift in his thoughts as she spoke.

"So, partner... What's the gig this time? Family deals, a base, high security vault procedures... What's the deal?" she said while freshening her lipstick and perfume , trying to buy herself a little more time.

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'nuff said.

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Well we exist, and have lots of fun. Look up Sentinel of Liberty SG, or Me American Valor. And as for moving to Virute well I hear people role play there too. Also Pinn has groups and well lets be honest no one ever asked me to vote or I would have Picked Liberty, but it ok cause we have our small pockets of RP resistance everywhere, you never know where the next rp ambush will happen.

remember to be a Hero.

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Man, you are the bomb.

I use cutom key mapping anyway. I put all my powers in the right hand typing area.

Your binds work for macro too. My fire/fire tanker now uses this bind...(if i didn't make a typo for it)

/Macro On "powexec_name Blazing Aura$$powexec_toggleon Acrobatics$$powexec_toggleon Combat Jumping$$powexec_toggleon Plasma Shield$$powexec_toggleon Tough$$powexec_toggleon Fire Shield"

now i turn on weave and toggle BA off and on. It is so easy now.

You are the bomb. I am now lookng to see what this gude will do with swaping trays and what not.

GREAT GUIDE!

Thnx

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Ok you might want to check those toggle up powers with your macro you might discover it only activating the last one in the series. Unless I7 made a change I don't know about and yes this is an awesome guide.

Remember Keep being a Hero

Valor

Good Answers all, One other quick note about RP you can do it on any server. Virtue isn't the only server with RP'ing just the one you hear most about. We do it on Liberty, Pinn.

Just have fun, and remember you are a Hero. (wink and sparklin' smile As American Valor Flys off into the sunset.)