Armitage

I'll bring damage.

I have a scrapper that I would like to bring and a friends empathy defender. Possibly my wifes dark corruptor or defender if she isn't busy. Also I can join your Sg for the attempt. Also, have nukes and shivans.

This is what you said in your post "That said, I'm glad that you have a good time teaming with him, and I wish you both well in your quest to be better than everyone else."

Am I miss quoting here?

You have basically accused her of being better then everyone else. Again I ask where does she imply or even say that she is better then everyone else? I can only fathom that because she is a friend of Obsidian's and that you have made the assumption that she is in a "quest to be better then everyone else" then she must be, in your mind, the same as Obsidian. Which you have accused of being several of the aformentioned words.

Hey Alien One, where did Demonic Raven ever say that she was better than anyone or even implied that she was? She was trying to refocus the thread to something a little more productive. In your view then, because she is a friend of Obsidian Force she must be the same Nazi Zealot Elitist that is forcing an agenda down everyone's throat?

Keep your personal attacks to yourself. Do you need to reread the forum behavior guidlines again or should we just get a mod to close the thread?

My wife and myself along with 4 others will be attending HeroCon again this year. Just seeing who else is going and maybe we can plan on something.

That is fantastic news. Please keep us all informed of how she is progessing. As you can see, many people here are willing to help in anyway you need.

Best wishes.

He lowered his arm back down and returned her smile. “Not a problem. I’ve heard of the Sisters, but have never really received an opportunity to talk to one. They sound to me like an Old World Templar order.” He watched her rummage around for a beer and listened to her explanation of it. “I’ve always preferred bottled over tap. Never knew why. “ He reached for the bottle she had placed on the bar. “Thanks.” He took a long, slow pull from the bottle. “That’s not bad at all.” He held up the bottle and squinted through it. He took another drink and smiled. “Not bad at all.”

He heard some yell, “Tell me Cold!” and looked over toward the commotion to see two men talking. He returned his attention to Narshawn and watched her go about her duties.

“Hey, if it’s not to personal, and when you have a moment, I’d be interested in learning more about the Sisters and your world. It seems for every day I spend in the city, I spend two off world. Not needing to eat or breathe, and be highly resistant to most extremes has mad me very popular with Portal Corp. Add in my natural curiosity and they can’t wait to send me off.” He gave a chuckle and a self-mocking smile and said “My curiosity also made me like this.” He looked at the back of his hand then finished the bottle. “Another one if you please.”

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Cold went back up to the bartender, "Another Vodka, leave the bottle." he said. Putting his hat back on and looking at a civilian that had been listening to himself and SHIELD. "By the way miss, do you know that man over there?" Cold said pointing at the man.

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Armitage looked around to see whom the man was referring to.

As he approached the bar, Armitage watched the diminutive woman going about her duties. His other vision confirmed that this was no girl encased in ice, but rather a maiden made of pure ice. He took an empty spot at the bar.

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"Hello, I am Narshawn, welcome to Ladies by the Lake." She motioned to the room, her small hand lingering in the direction of the pool room. "The smoking area is there, but Gertrude will provide a full menu and serve you anywhere. May I provide something for you now? Perhaps to carry with you?"


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“Cute smile you got there, kiddo.” He said and returned Narshwan’s smile with a full one of his own. His own elongated canines were often the cause for some people to mistake him for a vampire. He sat the worn black leather journal on the counter top. “Lazirus Maximillion Armitage. Pleasure to meet you.” He extended his hand toward her.

Seeing her hesitate he said, “It’s ok. Here, watch, I’ll show you a magic trick.” He pulled his hand back and unbuttoned his sleeve. After rolling the sleeve back up his forearm he raised his arm and clenched his fingers into a fist. He looked down at the bar for a moment, hesitated, and took two steps back. Slowly, his skin began to darken at the fingertips. It began to tattoo his skin black and spread down the white skin of his arm like an ink spill. Insubstantial wisps of tendrils began to stir along his fist and forearm. In a matter of seconds they appeared to be somewhere between gaseous and liquid. “I too know what it means to have to be careful around people.” After saying that, he unclenched his fist and his arm suddenly returned to being white. He rolled down his sleeve and buttoned it. He then offered his hand to her again.

((OOC If she doesn’t wont to shake his hand he will understand. If she does decide to shake his hand he will receive a firm, but gentle handshake. ))

He looked at the bottles on the wall. “Hmm, I’ll have an amber beer in a bottle. You can choose the brand.” He took off his glasses and set them on top of the journal. His eyes were the same black liquid color that his arm had been moments before. He blinked several times and the darkness faded, revealing pale grey eyes. He tucked the unlit cigarette behind his ear.

((OOC If you want to know what effect I was trying to go for with the eyes, watch Event Horizon. The part were the doctor is on the ship and having a dream about his dead wife.))

The word "Trusted" echoed across the restaurant causing Armitage to wince. He turned his head in the general direction as his smile faded. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary he turned back to the demoness who arched a delicate eyebrow at him. He shrugged slowly and gave her a slight bow. Without further adieu, he placed his unlit cigarette back in his mouth and continued on toward the bar.

His thoughts wandered toward his parents. He hadn’t really thought about them in a long time. He knew they had died back in the ‘30s from an illness. A lot of his memories from what he considered his previous life were more like half remembered dreams. That only applied to the memories he had recovered. He had regained much of the knowledge he had accumulated in his lifetime as well as most of the memories centered on important events of his life. Everything else about himself he had learned from the extensive black leather bound journals he had kept.

As he entered the bar, he paused to let a waitress with a tray pass by him before heading toward the bar. He slowly approached the bar as his gaze wondered around taking in the magnificent bar. His vision showed him that the bar, like many other pieces in the restaurant, was alive. The grin came back to his face and he mumbled “Nice.” around the unlit cigarette in his mouth. He took the cigarette from his mouth and approached the bartender.

(( OOC Sorry meant to post yesterday but got halfway through what I was writing and realized I didn’t want to go in that direction. I hope everyone is well. I looked through several threads but I couldn’t find a solid description of Narshwan. All I seemed to find was that she was young, made of ice, and her eyes were solid white. ))

((OOC Yup, I'm still here. I think it got to the point that everyone was just waiting for you to come back. I'm waiting to see if Betty responds to me. If not, Ill wrap it up and post something tonight.

Sorry to hear you aren't feeling well, hope you feel well soon. Also, I don't know if you have tried the Technical Support Forum. The posters in there are pretty sharp. They might be able to help you or at least improve system performance. ))

"Hey, thanks. I might need it. You know, I think I saw a designated smoking area back towards the bar earlier. Maybe somebody back there could give you a light, too." He smiled, as he was reminded of one of the first missions he had ventured out on after just meeting Crem. Some Hellions were harassing a citizen, thinking to rob them by asking for a light to get them off guard. Crem just walked up behind one of the thugs, politely declaring that she could help the poor fool with a light while bathing him in her aura. He had started running away, but she simply followed him relentlesly, bystanders staring slack jawed as the two of them zig zagged down two full city blocks before the goon finally just surrendered.

"Good luck to you too."

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"Thanks, I'll go have a look. Check the place out while I'm at it." Armitage began a slow casual walk into the restuarant. His eyes still hidden behind his glasses, he allowed them to slip slightly into his other sight. An overaly of the normal world became colors of ever description. The colors formed patterns in waves. He sometimes felt like it was cheating, but it did allow him to see many things about a person. How healthy they were, if they were injured physically as well as mentally, and most importantly the varies energies used to fuel powers. If someone where to meet his eyes while using the sight, they would not be met by human eyes.

He began to grin as he saw the patterns appear in bright vibrant colors. His grin broadend when he realized many sections of the restuarant were actually alive. He took a slow circutous route, allowing him to see more of the place. He grinned at the demon girl making chirping sounds while a man sipped tea across from her.

Armitage had to stop in his tracks and a look of suprise crossed his face. He had heard of them by reputation but had never met the Ladies. I single word escaped from his lips in whisper. "Beautiful." Sometimes he wished he could share his other sight with people. Someday he would have to try and come up with the words to express the vibrancy and life he saw in others who were sure in purpose. Realizing he was staring, he noded toward the group and quickly walked away before he could disturb them.

This took him near a table were a well dressed man and a woman in white and gold, that gave him the impression of a Valkyire, sat dinning. He winced when he saw the dark viens in her aura that led to a wound in her side. It appeared to him to be a soul burn. The energies around it whirled and seethed as if alive, which he associated with magic. For the second time tonight he was staring at someone. "Damn, Im being rude again." He thought. He quickly turned away and began walking toward the other end of the building.

That's when he saw her. Sitting like a queen on a throne. A demoness who was idly examing the back of her fingernails looking bored. Having been born to strictly religious parents, he couldn't help but chuckle. She was, if not the exact image, very close to the way his parents described the demons that would tempt him or get him for being wicked. Unfortunately for his parents, Armitage had let science become his religion. The table was set for two. He couldn't help himself and said. "So who's the lucky [censored]?" He smiled wide showing that his upper and lower canines were elongated.

((OOC Hmm don't have a spell checker and not as good as I would have liked, but I wanted to post something before going to bed. Also, I think I got just about everyone who is still currently in the thread. I know I left three people out. Ill get to them soon if they dont come back. I figure its a way to remind them if they are still reading.

Also, no I5 problems in here so its safe to post. :P ))

Armitage looked up and noticed the green man. "Oh, sorry, guess you aren't the wait staff." A part of his mind came alert as he felt the tension in the man before him. He noticed the stiffness usually associated with someone ready to fight. "Hey, you ok? Just remember to breath." Armitage opened the silver cigerette case and took one out. He offered the case to Jasper displaying five hand rolled cigarettes. "Have one if it helps. Don't worry, I get the paper and tobacco from some herblist friends so they are about as natural as you can get them." He chuckled. "Well, not that they aren't bad for your health."

He began tapping his cigarette against the case before placing it to his lips. "Hmm, where's my lighter?" he mummbled around the cigarette. He began searching through his pockets before taking the cigarette out of his mouth. "Well, whatever you have going on, good luck."

((OOC During the week I have a reverse schedule from everyone. I work nights and sleep days. I'll mainly post in the evening and the middle of the night.))

A man walked through the front door. To the casual observer there was something slightly odd about him. It wasn’t the manner in which he dressed. He wore simple black leather pants and boots, a dark blue silk shirt, and sunglasses that hid his eyes. Nor was it the color of his skin, which was similar to white marble, or his long white hair that hung loosely around his shoulders. In this city, an albino was a remote curiosity compared to many of the other beings that lived here. Perhaps it was more of his physique that may give the impression of oddity. He was well muscled, but there where many who were even more muscular then him. There was just something about his features. They might have been considered a little to perfect, but not in the aesthetic way. Aesthetically he might have been considered handsome. A trick of the light suddenly made him appear to be gaunt and his skin to appear washed out. It was almost like looking at a hologram card for a moment.

He stood near the reception podium waiting. He held worn leather bound book with something in silver stenciled on the cover. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a silver cigarette case. As some one came forward to assist him he said in a deep and slightly husky voice, “ I’d like the bar. Smoking section please.”

((OOC, I'll play. Just not sure on style. ))