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Silver_Weasel:
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Grav tapped away on the Public Information Terminal.
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Dateline ++ May 21st, 2002 ++
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Dr. Science warns the destruction of Portal Industries a decade ago did not lead to the end of Extra-Dimensional Activity. He has warned that one of his brightest children has been using the 'Jericho Field' to investigate strange infrasonic readings in the area of Peregrine Island.
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Statesman today issued a statement saying that the Freedom Phalanx will be joined by Hero 1 (A British Superhero of some repute) in studying the area.
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+++ Message Ends ++


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Silver_Weasel:
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The bubble formed around Saphire and she thought she heard an exhalation of breath before she pulled her arm back.
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The Radiant Strike smashed down into the side of the Train, shattering one of the windows as the Carnie leapt high in the air and released a knife from her grasp. Saphire smiled as the knife clipped the side of her costume; and brought her hand back for another punch; before realising that the knife had done it's intended job: pinning her sleeve to the wall, immobilising her for a brief second.
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As she looked back, the Carnie whipped her leg round and in a devastating scissor kick, smashed Saphire across the facem sending her spawling back.
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Saphire wiped the blood from her mouth as she looked back up. The Carnie was obviously shocked as she stammered 'B.B.B.B.But YOU shouldn't be here; he promised us alone!"; before hissing and leaping into attack once more.
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( Round 2 )


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Captain_Cliche
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Saphire stared into the carnies eyes, a rage flowing through her, building up to her attack. She rose slowly from the ground, energy flowing into her fists. Then, she smashed down upon the carnie... (Incadecant strike extreme DMG (Energy/Smashing) -Fly, -Foe Def, Hold))


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ShadowGhost
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Grav stared at the information. "2002? Great, there's also a time variable. This will bake it even more difficult to get back."
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Grav went over the message again. "Statesman is here, so is Hero 1. The Nazi didn't win WWII. Then what's hit the coin?... Or... maybe this Statesman and Hero1 are different than mine. They are worried about extra-dimensional activity, I had better keep my eyes open. If they have the kind of equipment Portal Corp. back home has, they'll find me within a day, if they're looking."
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"I had better find out what I can. First things first: who is this Mrs. K. Beecham, and where is her husband. Then this Fifth Column."
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Grav aproached the information terminal while still under her invisiblity spell.
While standing at the side of the screen, Grav started to access the terminal.


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Silver_Weasel
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"YYeeearrrrrrr......rghhhh", screamed the Carnie as Saphire's strike struck right into her undefended back, smashing her against the floor, leaving cracked tiles around her point of impact. Staggering to her feet, she made 3 swift jabs at Saphire, but each was deflected away by the bubble around her.
She stood, dazed at the fury of the attack and a small coin fell to her feet from out of her pockets.
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By this point, the crowds had started to split in each and every direction.


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Silver_Weasel
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Something burrowed in the back of Grav's mind. Something she had missed, but her fingers moved nimbly across the pad.
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"Mrs. Karen Beecham nee Krichovski", she mumbled to herself, repeating the words that glowed green on the screen in front of her. "A woman that lives in my apartment; but I don't, I live....Oh!..", her inner monologue stumbled as her original address from 2002 pinged onto the screen helpfully.
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A brief time elapsed before the fingers started typing again, and her husband wasn't registering as living in Paragon.
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Further keypresses brought up a list of information on the Fifth Column and it was exactly as if the Council had been built with German names. She even recognised the descriptions of some of the Archons she had put in jail.
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It was all adding up; now she only had to find what the question was....


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ShadowGhost:
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"No husband, that saves me world of trouble." Grav thought as she read the screen.
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"Right now I remember, the Council absorbed most of the Fifth Column a while back... which would mean in a while."
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Despite the time Grav decided to head down to Atlas Park to see what's going on at City Hall. Remaining comfortable in her invisibility she walked to the station.


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Captain_Cliche
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Saphire Panted heavily, out of breath, ducking quickly to pick up the coin. Wich she slotted between her fingers for an extra punch, bringing her arm back for one last radiant strike


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Silver_Weasel:
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The Carnie shook her head vigorously to shake the cobwebs clear, just in time for Saphire's punch to catch her on the chin. Her ragdoll body was whipped up into the ceiling, spraying the area with the remnants of a photon tube and she collapsed to the floor.
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And stayed there...
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There was no scream, no blue light and no teleporation to the Zig, just a thin trickle of blood from her once masked face.
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She was dying. This wasn't supposed to happen.


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Silver_Weasel:
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As she approached the station, there was a more worrying thing though. Not a single Police Drone guarded the steps.
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Mulling it over in her mind as she stepped onto the train; someone bumped into her, looked straight through her; mumbled and walked on.
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Before long, Atlas Park rolled up, and Grav peered out into a reasonably empty part of the city...
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Then it struck her...
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No War Walls
No Zeppelin
No new Heroes
and something else...something was trying to break through her psyche.
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Looking down, she noticed no drones here as well. The City Hall stood in front of her; and at least the Stars & Stripes still flew over the building, welcoming her home.


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Captain_Cliche:
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Pocketing the coin, saphire crouched down and looked at the carnie, removing its mask to look at its face...


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ShadowGhost:
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Internal monologue:
The Rikti! The warwalls, the drones, those are Rikti technology... If the invasion never happened here, houndreds of heroes didn't die... those wouldn't need replacing. The cities of the world wouldn't lie in ruin, draining restoration funds... It all makes sense. But that also means that the teleportatin grid is offline, or rather doesn't excist: No hospital teleport, no Zig teleports eighter.
But then, what am I doing here? Maybe I've spend too much time around Doc MacAlister ((Doctor Temporis)).
I still need to find out who or what brought me here.
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Keeping an eye out Grav walked to city hall, looking for anything that might give her answers, or raise more questions.
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Worrying about her friends Grav walked. "When I return, will time have passed? What if I can return, but not to my time... What will Yoko do when she finds out I'm missing...
Yoko..." Grav sighs, and returns her attention to the strange world around her.


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(( I thought the entrance of Agent Sapphire deserved a new post ))

Silver_Weasel:
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Meanwhile....
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In Brickstown Tube Station, a figure slumped against the doors of the toilets. Vile smelling liquid poured from Agent Saphire's mouth, forming a pool of noxious sludge.
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Saphire's 'human' mind blinked and railed after the minimal amount of sleep she'd had.
'What's wrong?', she thought to herself.
'.....feel bad...', her Kheldian half informed her.
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This was strange; since the joining she'd never known her Kheldian to even get a sniffle; but this felt like it was suffering from a fully blown flu attack.
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Her sleepy mind tried to regain control of the body and it smashed heavily against the door, spreading the puddle across the floor.
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Slowly she stood and looked around, people were looking at her. Shocked expressions on everyone as her Kheldian mind sat at the back of her head and shivered.
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What was happening?


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Silver_Weasel:
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In Kings Row...
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Grav looked out of the window and it seemed quiet, apart from the thumping Death Metal of the Skuls music. Though looking closer, they weren't normal Skuls; in fact they seemed normal. No real masks or anything, just painted faces. The Police strode past, the civilians chatted, everything seemed normal. Almost too normal.
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Next she walked around the apartment, paying close attention to everything and the more she looked, through her faulty glasses, the more she spotted things 'just' out of place. The remote control for the TV wasn't where she left it, the fridge had apple juice instead of orange; just little things, but each made her skin crawl that little bit more.
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The two items of mail; one junk mail promising 'Eternal Salvation' and the other saying she could have already won a million dollars; were both adressed to a Mrs K. Beecham.
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Then it hit her like a Freak Show Hammerblow, there wasn't any crime outside the window. This time of day you could always rely on some Vahzilok scrounging or Skul bag snatching; but there wasn't anything. Something was terribly wrong, but in a good way....... wasn't it?


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ShadowGhost:
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"Mrs. K. Beecham?"
"Who is this person, and is there a Mr.? No, most mail would be adressed to the Mr... but then again, why wouldn't that be diferent aswell?"
Grav started pacing in the appartment, not sure if it was 'her's' anymore.
Grav looked arround again. "No photo's, just like my place... no magic book, but I've moved those to the library when Yoko moved in... The Library!"
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Grav paced some more, thinking about what to do next.
Grav ordered things in her mind: "The things I need to find out are:
1. Am I this Mrs. K. Beecham.
2. What is this dimension used to: get a newspaper.
3. Can I still get to my library, and will it be mine?
4. How did I get here.
5. Who is this R.? And what does his note mean?
6. What happened to Yoko and my friends.
7. What is it I'm supposed to do here, assuming I need to do something.
8. How to get back."
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"What do I know of this world?
1. It is similar, but not the same
2. The note was in english, sugesting the comon language.
3. The coin, the German incription. That suggests the Germans won WWII, and ocupy America... and The Netherlands... and the rest of the world.
4. The presumable police state would sacrifice freedom for controle. - the lack of crime suports this theory."
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Getting frustrated with her glasses being grogy, she returned them where she found them, and created a new pair from thin air.
Inspecting the glasses, Grav was well pleased, and put them on. Finally she saw things clearly again... literaly speaking, not figurativly.
"I can't find out anything else by just sitting here."
Walking towards the door, she changed her mind and returned to the bedroom. Inspecting the coin more closely, she tried to make a few copies.
After five attempts she finally produced a copy she was satisfied with, near perfect. But the imperfection could easily be explained as wear and tear.
Returning the original to it's place, and disapating the bad copies, Grav pocketed a few of the good copies. "This might be the standard currency."
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Thinking a moment, Grav placed her helmet in her bag of holding.
With that Grav cast her normal illusion image, hiding her green skin and hero uniform. (( conservative business suit ))
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Grav opened the door, meaning to check if her key still works and if the spare key is still behind the illusionary brick.
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(( There, I think this will do... ))


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Captain_Cliche makes his/her first appearance:
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Saphire rose slowly, stumbling sightly as she pulled herself up. She slowly walked towards one of the benches in the station, stumbling slightly as she did so, and sat down slowly, breathing heavily.
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She thought to herself about what to do next. The hospital? Perhaps, but might be a long journey or a dangerous one depending on which one she went to, and she didn't feel up for either of those things. She thought again for a moment, wiping some of the dirt and vomit that had colected on her onto the floor. What about Sunstorm? He would probably know what to do next, she thought, and moved her hand to retrieve her phone...


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Silver_Weasel:
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Saphire's hand started to shake as she gripped her phone.
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"I'm dying.". The plaintive Kheldian voice struck her like a razor blade across the eyeball.
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Her inner monologue continued.
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"Something's very wrong."
"But, we're joined; how can you be dying?"
"I'm not sure, but I'm losing contact with you."
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Saphire stabbed the numbers into her phone rapidly, but the only response she got was an unavailalbe tone.
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A brightly dressed harlequin strode into the station, looked over at Saphire, sniffed and walked towards the train.
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"A Carnie?"


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Our host explains:
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(( Quick rules for combat. If you want to attack anyone, please tell me what you're 'aiming' to do and which two of your powers you will use in the brief time before they re-attack. Once I get your turn, they will react again until they're defeated. ))


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And turns his gaze upon Grav:
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Grav struggled with the tumultuos thoughts running through her mind.
It didn't make sense that she was Mrs. Beecham because she still had her own memories; but then who was she?
A newspaper sounded like a good idea though, and she slipped out of the front door.
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A pekinese japped up at her and she leapt slightly, almost dropping into a combat stance until the owner reassured her.
"It's alright Mrs. Beecham, he's quite harmless you know.", said the old lady, wrapped in a shawl.
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Mrs. Beecham?
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She continued. "You shouldn't be going out on a night like this though. I've heard tell of the Fifth Column picking up recruits on nights like this; and those awful Skul boys are always clogging up the station; drinking and swearing and Lord knows what."
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From across the square, a Skul belched loudly and his gang members broke into laughter.
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The old woman shivered slightly and pushed Grav to one side as she hurried in.


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ShadowGhost:
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Analysing recent info in her mind:
"I'm Mrs. Beecham... did I take her place, is she out here still?
Fifth Column, sounds familiar... Need to find out more. They're recruiting... best avoid them for now."
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Grav looked arround, determining the best course of action: invicibility, or not...
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Grav noticed the information terminal she had not noticed for weeks: it was just an obstruction. Now she thought it might just be usefull.
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"Assuming the worst, this is a dictatorial state. The Old Lady seemed frightened of these Fifth Column, but spoke of them as though they were a part of live...
If I was a dictator... I would controle the information flow, and also moniter who requests what information..."
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Grav cast her invisibility spell on her self, and proceded to the public information terminal.


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"How did he get past the drones?" Saphire murmured and slowly rose, coming up behind the carnie, a bubble of kheldian energy forming around her ((Shining shield +res(Smashing, Lethal) )) as she waited to strike. She already had it worked out - she'd hit him into the train as it came past. she slowly brought energy into her fist, knowing it would leave her weakened in her tired state, and began to draw her arm back... ((Radiant Strike - Melee, superior DMG (energy/smashing) Foe - DEF, Knockback, -fly ))


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(( stay tuned for an other re-run ))

(( I'm going to add the original posts so, please bare with me ))

Silver Weasel's opening post:
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(( OK people, I'm going to start running this game for Grav as of this thread[was a link]. People are welcome to join in, but please can you PM me your details first so I can bring you into the story when it's relevant. Can I also please ask that comments in here are kept to a minimum or are placed in the Roleplaying Thread. Thanks ))

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Silver_Weasel begins:
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It was early morning when Grav woke from a fitful dream.
The traffic past the window hadn't started yet, but a thin beam of sunshine was trying to pull apart the curtains.
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Her dressing gown was left neatly at the end of her bed, and a simple gesture was enough to carry it over to her.
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She slipped her arms into the comforting clothing and rubbed her eyes wearily.
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Through sleep-deprived eyes, she squinted at the alarm clock. In painfully bright red numbers, it flashed 12:00 at her; and something about that was odd. How, she wasn't quite sure at the moment, but it was strange.
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Another simple gesture and the bar of Crey Chocolate Delight slipped out of her purse and walked over to her waiting hand. Chewing on it, she wondered what had happened. Everything looked in it's place, the Skuls were playing Death Metal Music outside as usual...
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Hold on....now that's weird, she thought.
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Skul's usually didn't advertise their presence, as it brought all the hero's in on them. Possibly something to investigate later, but for now a quick wash and then into the spandex.
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As she came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her midriff, her costume hung sadly over the back of the chair.
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((Your turn Grav ))


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ShadowGhost responds:
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(( Oke, here goes... ))

With a quick look to make sure the curtains are closed, Grav puts on her hazmat suit, waiting to put on the helmet. The towel is quickly cleaned with a spell and placed back in the closet.

With her glasses on, she checks once more that the alarm clock is flashing 12:00.
"I had better set it back to the right time, before I forget." Grav thinks to herself.
Grav picks up her cell phone, and looks at the display to get the time.
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(( that was fast, back to Weasel ))


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'My glasses seem a little funny', Grav thought as she squinted closer at the clock. Then, as her fingers grasped the phone, she turned in horror. This wasn't her phone. At least, it hadn't been for about two years. This was the old tinny one she'd dumped because it's ring-tone drove her up the wall.
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Placing it carefully down after memorising the time, she turned back to the clock. Resting beside it was a small coin and a note.
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The note simply said 'Something to help you for helping me.' and was signed 'R'. The coin itself seemed to be a shiny dollar but the head had been replaced by a figure in a long overcoat, silhouetted against the burning remains of Paragon City. Turning it over, the same image was on the reverse, and along the outer rim was the following motto 'In den Flammen des Paragons stehe ich, lachend'.
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The clock flashed 12:00 once more and then started counting forward.


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ShadowGhost quickly responds: ((is it weird that I speak of myself in the third person? ))
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The clock is counting again, that is strange in it's self. The coin, the image on it, the inscription: In the flames of Paragon I stand, laughing'' this is even more ominous.
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The note... Who was this R? 'Something to help you for helping me' she reread. Who was I helping... Was the note even ment for me?
Grav looked at her phone again, "this does appear to be mine"
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The coin, the old phone... this reaks of dimensional travel.
"But I have not cast such a spell." she was thinking out load. "No, I went to sleep. This hapened while I was sleeping. I hope Yoko is alright..."
"Get yourself together, let's check what we can."
Grav opened her bag of holding, and checked it's contents. "Nothing wrong with that, but then it wouldn't the other end is fixed in an other dimension."
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"What's next? Check the appartment for anything out of the ordinary, check the mail, look for signs of Yoko, then the new paper, but perhaps I should start with looking out the window?"
Grav pondered but a moment before acting: Searching the appartment.


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This is the ressurection of the RP Adventure that has gripped the harts and minds of so many readers: "The Path Less Trodden"

This Adventure was interrupted by events in the dreaded RL world. But this will mearly delay us. The show must go on!


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As was the norm before the board whipe, leave this thread to the official broadcasts.
If you have anything to say, please do so in this Thread in the Roleplay section

I am re-opening the discussion thread of the famed RP Adfenture called: "The Path Less Trodden"

The allknowing Game Master is the infamous and legendary Silver_Weasel

The participants are upto now in order of appearance:

ShadowGhost as The Grav Mistress
Captain_Cliche as Agent Saphire

Feel free to (ab)use this thread for anything remotely relevant to the story including but not exclusivly: Comments, praises, suggestions and remarks of impatience


The story is played out here

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will Controller's get Containment bonuses on Dominator held foes

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You know those stationary summons? (DE - Autocannon) they are immobilized. They are immobilized from the moment they are summoned. The cause of the 'containment' doesn't matter, just roll on the double damage baby!

I safed "The Path Less Trodden"
Expect it up here sometime tomorrow

Grav could dig out that leather outfit of hers, maybe add a skirt for her own comfort?

And what's this about kissing? Is that some american tradition, like the mistletoe thing at christmas?