Agent79

Lord Recluse: *sings* One is the lonliest number...

((Great story. I think my Defenders can relate.))

((A Heroid and Hero79 production))

Walk In

Dr. Ron Stephens took a moment to survey the flaming wreckage of his car from a distance. He couldn’t remember how it happened, or how he managed to get out in time. In fact, Ron couldn’t remember exactly where he was headed. All of which he attributed to shock, he felt awful. His arms and legs ached. His right eye hurt and its vision was impaired. Ron looked at his hands, burnt and bleeding, and decided he was glad his adrenalin was still up.

“This is going to hurt later.”

He stopped to check his pockets, finding his wallet and pocket watch. Ron pulled the watch out to check the time.

3:14

*whirr click*

“That’s a funny noise for a watch to make.”

Then it died. Ron put it away. In the distance he saw a farm. Maybe someone friendly would be home and he could use their phone. Perhaps they had a first aid kit, if he was lucky. Ron made his way until he saw a man in the field. He kept a respectable space away and called out to him.

“Begging your pardon sir, but I was just in an accident and I was wondering if I could use your phone.”

The man looked up, then stood. The knees of his jeans were the color of the tilled soil he stood on. His blue work shirt was blotched with sweat. In his hand he held a bean sprout. He looked worriedly at the bean sprout, then smiled at Ron.

"Sure, pal, come on up to th' house." He pulled something off of the root of the beansprout, then mashed whatever it was between his fingers. "Gotta figger out what t' do 'bout that b'fore it's a whole infestation."

Then he led Ron to the house. An attractive woman with strawberry blond hair and sapphire blue eyes greeted them on the porch.

"Hello," she said, looking at the stains on her husband's shirt. "I'll bring you a glass of tea, Roy."

"Thanks, hon," Roy said. When the woman disappeared into the house, he told Ron, "Becky's a real sweet gal, I'm real happy with her."

Ron paused, something about this man seemed familiar, and something about what Roy just said didn’t sound right. It was like he was trying to convince himself.

“Name’s Ron Stephens, pleased to make your acquaintance.” Ron said, tipping his hat slightly. He took a moment to adjust a button on his tweed suit.

“Roy Kirby, looks like ya got banged up real good there.” Roy offered his hand.

“My apologies,” Ron said holding up his right hand, “I think I might’ve sprained something.” He looked at his hands again, somehow they didn’t seem as bad as before, must be the shock.

“None taken, pal. Lemme ask the wife about the phone.” Roy made his way into the kitchen.

“Honey?”

Becky was still pouring the glass of tea.

“Nevermind. Just gunna get the phone fer our guest.” Roy picked up the phone and brought it outside to Ron, offering it to him.

“Thanks kindly, sir.” They way it came out almost sounded like sai. Ron picked up the receiver and then realized he didn’t know who he was calling. Without thinking, he pressed seven numbers.”

“Paragon Taxi Service.”
“Yeah, uh, my car was totaled and I…”
“Name?”
“Ron Stephens.”
“We have a fix on your car, are you within the vicinity?”
“Close, I’m at a farm just down a ways. Can’t miss it.”
“Alright Dr. Stephens, we’ll send someone for you in just a few minutes.”
“Thank…”
“Thank you for using Paragon Taxi Service. Have a nice day.”

*click*

Ron handed the phone back to Roy.

“Much obliged, Roy.” Ron paused, “Say you look familiar somehow.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot.” Roy shrugged.

“I reckon you just have one of those faces.”

“S’pose I do,” Roy laughed. “Where ya headed?”

“To the City, I’ve been away too long. People need me. Know what I mean?”

“Nah, I…”

“I think you do,” Ron smiled as the taxi pulled up. A gorgeous yellow-and-black checkered cab, the kind you don’t see anymore. “Thanks for the help, thanks for everything, Roy.”

Ron tipped his hat once more and made his way to the taxi, they were gone in the blink of an eye.

“Take care…”

Becky stepped out onto the porch, “I brought your tea, dear.”

I've been away too long. People need me. Know what I mean?

((More! More!))

((Our thanks. Do send Angie our regards.

-Jon))

I saved a bunch of debt from Earth Thorn Casters by switching to geko!

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HEROID is that rarest of origins... Tech/Magic.


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((Ha! I knew Kelp wasn't the only one with that origin around... now we just need to start a petition to get it added to the game... or... something... >_&gt)

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((Modron X is also Tech/Magic. That makes three on the list.))

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I guess Manticore wanted to prove he would shoot Statesman in the breastbone for some reason. Yeah! That'll learn him!

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The only reason that Manticore shot Statesman was to demonstrate to Prometheus that he was willing to side with him instead of "Zeus". Prometheus said that he would help those who weren't "friends of Zeus" and Manticore called him out on it. He didn't fire his arrow out for petty revenge, he was doing what he felt had to be done in order to get everyone powered up again.

Another thought -- Manticore looks an awful lot like the Darkness. Are they brothers?

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Alright, I'll buy that. When Manticore threatened to blow up Positron I had to question his sanity, since he wasn't bluffing.

Did anyone else look at Prometheus and think, "Why does Prometheus need a starship?"

I'm resisting the urge to write a parody. The third issue has a lot of 'splaining to do.

There's no way Stateman is dead. In the first comic he was shot repeatedly after everyone lost his powers. That didn't kill him. In the second comic Manticore shot him in the sternum. I'm sure Manticore knows that the human heart is over on the left a bit, or a little over on the right from his firing perspective.

I guess Manticore wanted to prove he would shoot Statesman in the breastbone for some reason. Yeah! That'll learn him!

The only one I can call a hero right now is Positron. All he wanted to do is keep away from everyone so that he wouldn't kill them with his leaky anti-matter. That's much more heroic that walking around being threatened by Manticore. Maybe he's looking for the right time and place to explode so he can perform one last heroic deed.

Overall, I'm not impressed. I could rant for days, but I'd rather see if #3 is going to wrap everything up.

((I love this thread...must...resist...urge...to post.))

I've seen some RP on Triumph. My friends and I like to RP a bit. Each of my characters have a different personality and I treat female characters as though they were female unless the player says otherwise.

Teammate: Nice guns!
Ms. Fallout turns around and looks behind her for an AR Blaster
Teammate: lol
Ms. Fallout looks down
Ms. Fallout: Oh, you mean these. Thanks for the compliment, I think, but you should really be paying attention to that group of Skulls behind you.

N00b: OMG ur ****
Twinkie Man: Actually I'm not, though I have been mistaken as such. While I don't practice an alternative life style, I will defend the right to do so. Everyone loves Twinkies(TM) and other fine snack foods from HOSTESS(TM). So while you're out fighting crime, don't forget to have a snack every now and then. *grin*

Heya Outcast Jack! This is Modron X, super-scientist, and champion of mechanicals rights. Couple of things. I wanted to thank Dr. Vahzilok for putting all his notes on the Internet, they've been very helpful. Second, Clockwork King, I haven't seen you at the MECHA support group lately. We miss you, and we're having donuts next week so I hope you'll be there.
Third, Vandal, I love your work man. Have you ever thought of going solo? Last but not least, I'd like thank the lady for the refreshing change in super-villainy. Too much sausage for breakfast if you know what I mean. I look forward to 'arresting' you.

My question, is Coyote still ranting?

((That was the most gentlemanly/romantic thing I've seen in quite some time. Mind if I borrow the convention? It begs to be used again, and I'll happily attribute you.))

I still love you Statesman. Even if you're cryptic. *rim shot*

I play both male and female characters. I myself am male (last time I checked). I like to consider myself a casual RPer when playing MMORPGs. When I play a female character I don't get angry if people treat me like a female. Playing a female character, many people treat me like a male due to the stereotype that only males play MMORPGs. I don't blurt out my true gender, but I will tell if asked. Some of my RL friends who play will refer to me as male regardless of my character's gender. It doesn't bother me.

Heroic, yet not cliche.

I regularly play AD&D 1st editon and D20 3.5 so I can tell you we still use the word 'DMing'.

DMing is also used in other systems, but as a synonym for GMing.

That's the problem with open RP. Anything goes, anything happens. I thought about dropping by Tony's, but if I want to be attacked by archvillians I can just play the game.

That's just my point of view. YMMV

I always treat Security Level as a measure of experience for a hero. It doesn't mean I treat them any different though. If a L50 is acting like a ***** I don't care how many times he's saved the world, I'll react accordingly. I see it as they've been given greater responsibility. I also like to imagine that SL has certain benchmarks. I've talked about getting my flight clearance at L14 and passing my cape exam at L20. There's no hard and fast rule though. Do whatever you're comfortable doing.

I've seen lots of gangsters (gangstas) and soldiers on Virtue, and even on Triumph sometimes.

"The Sly Fox delivers his own brand of sugary justice to evildoers and he has a nifty hat!" - Twinkie Man, sponsored by HOSTESS(TM)