_Essex_

"Oh, honey, we're not going to SPARE him." Rosie said cheerfully, wagging her tail behind her. "Once he's found guilty of soul trafficking in the third degree, oohohohoho, is he going to be in trouble."

She motioned to the dog collar that hung around her neck, and held up the second tag, a shiny silver badge.

"I'm Rosalind of the Dread Trio, Soul Police Chapter. If he's mucking around in the supernatural, it's our job to take him down."

When Widow Frost started crying, Rosie's tail lowered and she fretted sympathetically. "Ah, don't cry! Don't worry! You can come with us if you want to. You've got a rock-solid case against this guy it sounds like, and Emry's a big fan of efficiency so he might just hand him over after hearing the evidence. C'moooooon."

With that, and a burst of smoke, Rosie moved into border collie form and trotted over to Widow Frost.

"Pet me if you wanna, it lowers blood pressure and stuff."

"Wait wait." Rosie said, waving her hand to Acid. She had a cell phone up to her ear.

"Emmy? Hi, it's me! How are you?"

"Why do you have to be so mean! Besides, this is work-related."

"Here's the situation. We've got a ST 3rd degree going down at the Bell and some lady wants to take out the perp herself 'cause he's done something to piss her off. Ace is here, and so is Jase, and a cute little 8-year old who has cake."

"Huh? The souls? Yeah we've got 'em, they're fine. So do I release him into her custody or what?"

"...Proper channels?"

"Uh-huh."

"Uh-huh."

"...Okay, got it! Loooooove yoouuuuuuu-- Gah! He hung up on me! Jerk."

With that, she flipped the phone closed.

"Looks like you've gotta go through the proper Soul Police channels if you want us to hand over this guy into your custody, Ice Queen." the were-human mentioned, folding her arms. "It's possible, but it's gonna take a lot more than an angry order. There are things we gotta do here, and the more high-profile the perp, the bigger the rigmarole to keep it out of the news."

She turned her gaze to Jase, her face not angry, but firm.

"And I totally understand you wanting to take her out, Partly Cloudy, but don't go ordering me around. Capisce?"

Rosie considered this, a hand on her hip as she glanced up to the sky. Turning around, she regarded Ace and Jase. (lawl, Ace and Jase. <3)

"Okay, so...I'm half inclined to just give him to 'er." she said with a careless shrug. "But, Emry would absolutely kill me and I would be bound up in paperwork for eternity and a half. S'whaddawedo?"

Thinking, she counted on her fingers.

"OK, so he's going to go down for unauthorized soul trafficking at very least. Phe-Phe's shot people for less, but eh. His career is likely ruined, now, unless he gives some publicists some serious favors under the table. Plus, he's naked and getting pelted with cake by a nine-year-old."

Turning squarely to the frosty lady again, Rosie put her hands on her hips.

"Actually, I don't think we need your help to make him the most miserable jack*ss in the world."

Rosie's attention span had pointed her elsewhere.

"Whatcha want with 'em, lady?" she said, standing between the now-pale woman and the three-square with Acid, Jase, and UF. "Depending on your answer we may have to fight, or we may not, so let's just get stuff straight 'fore we bust some heads."

"Oh hey, charmed, I'm sure!" Rosie chattered to Joy, tail wagging as if nothing strange were happening in the least. "You should totally meet Emry! Ah, scratch that, he might like you more than me. <_< He's cranky anyway!"

Turning around, she grinned at UFoMW's vocal direction. "Are you kidding me? You can look at this two ways, kiddo. Either all of us are monsters or none of us are."

She beamed, with an expression that meant she'd probably be ruffling his hair if she could find him. "At least all the monsters are your friends, right? :3"

By the way, I'm trying to teach myself how to make templates. ; WHEE! So there should be a character profile template (for better or for worse) on the Wiki at some point.

"Oh! Hi, Danny!"

Essex beamed up at her classmate, bobbing her head. She didn't really dress in any special way for the party, and her short, scruffy blond hair looked like it was brushed very quickly, but it stayed out of her way, and Essex liked it like that.

Giggling a little at Danny, she threw him a sheepish smile. "Yes, it is. I've never understood why people like to drink so much at parties. I mean, I know people who sometimes have a hard time talking to others lose many of their inhibitions, but....if you drink too much, you.... I don't really see the appeal of losing control of yourself!"

She sighed, swirling the pink milk in her carton.

"But, I don't think anything I say is going to change their minds. So the least I can do is be here in case something bad happens. And the semester DID just end, so people want to relax."

Brightening, Essex looked up at Danny, her green eyes glowing a little in the darkness. It wasn't a blaring light in the least; in fact, one could hardly even tell that her eyes glowed during the daytime. But in the dim light of the party, they stuck out a little bit, displaying her status as 'on' and 'ready'.

"Aren't you glad exams are over? The chemistry exam I had was awful!"

I threw Essex in as a junior, since I'm not sure how long after the original SH101 this is. I think we decided it, but I totally forgot because my brain is a continuity sieve. XD;

If that sounds like where she SHOULD be, I'll erase the part about her being advanced, but if not, she got skipped ahead to Junior.

Oh yeah edit! Was there a 1-character rule then? I think -A- limit should be placed, whether it's 1 or 2....

The little android was a rather...odd addition to this party.

Barely four feet tall, nobody would pin that the eight-year-old (looking) girl was actually an upperclassman at Golden Eagle, having advanced to her junior year. Her creator had enrolled her as a freshman, but her flawless grades had prompted the staff to advance her forward. It seemed like a common sense decision, since she was a robot when one got down to it, but this robot was a touch different.

Her AI was procedurally driven instead of hardwired, meaning that she had to learn like a regular human being. Despite her young-looking body, she was actually just on the cusp of becoming a teenager - her thirteenth birthday just around the corner. It usually happened over Christmas break when her school friends were home on vacation, she always noted, chagrined.

But still, Unit S6, known as 'Essex', chatted genially at the party. She fretted over the alcohol being served, but that only made her more determined to stay. After all, her primary function was nanomachine-based recovery systems, so if someone got injured she figured she had better stay to make sure things were all right...

For her part, she had a little milk carton; you know, the single-serving ones; but it was a bright, cheery pink like her audioreceptors and buster arms. Strawberry milk...her favorite.

Dr. West had perfected her taste receptors over the past couple of years, but sweet things still remained her favorite...

Well, since it really hasn't started, we can just write stuff in the Wiki we think is important, and then if we want to link to where it happened we can be like "Oh yeah!" *plop*

But I wouldn't worry about chronicling Superhero 101 on there at all. I think just start with what you know - your own characters, what you're most familiar with, and then if youg et the motivation to branch out from there.

As for 102...well, it hasn't started yet! XD Really the only thing we know is the school's background from SH101. :3

PRetty sure Essex was just emoing as she always does. XD

But ANYWAY.

Please, guys, please, don't feel like you shouldn't mess with the wiki. It's a blank slate.

PLEASE mess with it. XD It'll be a learning experience.

"Relax, Ace, they're not goin' anywhere." Rosie said, pocketing the pendant. "Getting them out of that bind is way beyond me anyhow, I got no head for that delicate stuff. I'll hand it off to Emry or Steve when I get back to the ol' office."

Rosie jumped a little when the huge tree-like thing crashed into the ground, but shrugged, walking up to it.

"Hi tree! I'm Rosie!"

Outside the hospital

"Well, I wouldn't asplode it." she said thoughtfully, tapping her foot. "There's still souls in there, and they've gotta be extracted properly if they're gonna get where they're going. The LAST thing I need is more supernatural mournful souls who've been displaced from their eternal reward and feel like talking my ear off about it for two hours. Two hours Ace! Do you know how many sticks I can fetch in two hours?"

As Jase approached, she quirked an ear. "Hey, didn't I go to school with you?" she asked with a big grin. "Awh, Ace, he's cool, no worries."

Suddenly, she glanced between the congressman and the UFoMW.

"HEY." she said, pointing dramatically. "I think we better get Indecent Exposure Mc-No Pants a new barn for his livestock, or Bazooka Joe here is gonna end up in a psychiatrist's office in ten years for completely different reasons than I think he's already going to. Livestock can be traumatizing."

Outside the Hospital

"Stuff a sock in it, greaseball." Rosie growled, inspecting him. When she finally stood back from the man, she had a contemptuous look on her face.

"Just like the rest of them." she said, dusting her hands. "Rotten as a cat's promises. He's got demon stink all over him; if I know the flavor it's Thorns. Though that was to be expected, considering."

She folded her arms in disgust. "We better hang onto him for now. He's a scumbag but the Thorns want him."

Turning to Jase and UFoMW, she shook her head. "Don't you guys touch that pendant either, 'less you want a whole mess of trouble...It's all soul-sucking-tastic. Again with the Thorns! Man, when will you idiots learn not to mess with that stuff? You only have ONE soul." The last sentences were offhandishly directed at the politician again..

Fufufufufufufu. <3

http://superhero101.wikia.com/wiki/Superhero_101_Wiki

I have no idea where to go from here, but there we go, kids.

Outside the hospital

Rosie wrinkled her nose and tilted her body away just a hair as Acid held the congressman up to her.

"eew. Do not want."

After a wry face and a pout, though, she reluctantly leaned forward to snuffle at the man a bit.

"Bergew, smells like politics and sweet, sweet lies. Pretty standard. Hrrrrrrm...though it's fairly strong, so better give it more than the preliminary."

Rosie closed her eyes, concentrating all of her attention on her sense of smell. A dog's sense of smell was like seeing visible tendrils of smoke, each a different color. Sometimes the scents combined into different 'colors' that made each individual scent comprising the combination hard to distinguish...but it was her job.

((And AP, let me know if she finds something. :3))

When Acid asked her about the pendant, she shook her head in irritation. "One thing at a time, boss, one thing at a time! ...Mm, cake... <3"

You know...why don't we make a wiki for Superhero 101/2, like Whitmoore?

((Oh god...the chicken men of Krankor. I have so much love for you right now, Petey. SO MUCH LOVE.

"AND MINCE, gentlemen, two, three, four!"))

((I am, but AP said she was putting on hold a bit so I held off. X3))

Rosie munched on cake, scruffing up the Urban Fellow's hair as she talked on the phone.

"Be happy to, champ. You're where? Hospital? Got it. On my way!"

With that, she scooped up the little kid under her arm, and leapt off, landing not long later outside the hospital....the landing from her leap making a rather significant crack in the sidewalk.

The black and white tail wagged genially. "That was fun." she said to Ace, carefully setting down UFoMW next to her. "This kid is cool. So what do we have to do?"

I like the one year later idea; you can start a new character if you like, and you can keep your old character if you like, too.

Plus, I have an ....interesting plot shift for Essex when she hits 50 in game. Whenever that turns out to be; I don't know why I level empaths so slooooow. <.<

And Ace, I'd be happy to save you a spot, Roomie! >

Essex could always get her school uniform pressed again. I think it's a grand idea.

Yeah, the fact that it seemed to go along the timeline of excruciatingly slow school days may not have been the way to go. But the roleplaying aspect, with other people, made it a ton of fun...hm.

Maybe the plot can all take place after classes, and if something happens to someone we don't go through a whole day, just beginning again after class the next day. "Boy X was kicked around by his nemesis, Nemesis, and mysteriously wasn't in class that day. Lightning Girl and Chumby went to investigate after school the next day." or something.

It was fun having teachers as well; and this way we won't have to have them each teaching a class...they can just be around for extracurricular help (bowchika--wait, no, Mrs. Robinson are you trying to seduce me!?).

I'm rambling. X3

The dog wrestled with the UFMW (tm) for a bit before...a mysterious buzzing sound came from her collar. With a poof of smoke, she popped back into view, noogying the boy with a grin.

"Hang on a sec, Rosie's gettin' some love." she said, tapping one of her tags and activating the comm.

"Yello, Rosie here, whatcha got for me?"

Just then, she glanced around, noticing that things were not as they had been. EH. Getting distracted by kids would do that. But who cared? Little kids were WAY more exciting than politics.

Rosalind frowned slightly as her eyes fell on the glittering pendant. She took out a little notepad and nodded offhandishly to Acid.

"Magical Artifact, class 5E, Ace." she commented. "Some kind of ...I can't imagine it would be a power limiter, or a power enhancer, at least not for him. Well, without more study of it. I don't suppose we can get Mr. Operetta Drama Government Guy to shut the hell up, can we?"

As UFMW tugged her sleeve, grinned and 'shot' her, Rosie paused for a moment, glancing down at him with bright orange eyes.

The next moment the notepad was flung in the air as she tackled the little kid to the pavement about as gently as a dog could manage to do.

"YOU ARE THE MOST ADORABLE THING IN THE WORLD!" she squealed.

Before their eyes, a poof of smoke obscured her form for a moment, and then a medium sized border collie was playing and roughhousing with the kid, seemingly with no care as to what else was going on.

The were-human (for that is what she was) simply snorted at the dark vortex.

"AS IF." she jeered.

She grabbed the daggers of the assaulting Circle cultists by the blades, slashing open her palms as she wrenched them away and tossed them to the ground, dispatching them with a pair of sharp claws.

With that, she slammed her bloody hands on the ground, and began chanting an incantation.

"By the authority of Rosalind! Yeah, that's right, dammit, Rosalind! You don't need a big damn fancy name to --"

She could practically hear Emry's voice in her mind telling her to get back to it.

"Er...By the authority of the Dread Trio your power is null!"

This didn't completely disarm magic, of course, that'd be way too powerful. Instead, it allowed a small flash of light to momentarily enter the dark barrier...Rosie somersaulting out of it, and dashing back in to flank Acid.

"Howdy stranger." she quipped to the cold-eyed fellow.