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CHARACTER NAME: Mithril Zeta/Zach Stevens. Goes by Zeta
DORM ROOM/LOCATION: Currently, staying with Grem in Talos. Has own apartment near Icon in SC.
STORYTELLER: Mithril Zeta
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SHORT DESCRIPTION: 63, 500 some pounds, silvery metallic skin, glowing eyes, brown hair, beard, and mustache. Etched into metallic chest is a Z symbol.
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KNOWN ASSOCIATES (SG): Guardians of Might (Freedom), Mad Gremlin, Arial, Liz Stone
Major: Education. Getting Rhode Island teaching license: has to jump through bureaucratic hoops. Had eight years of teaching experience in Iowa.
CHARACTER NAME: Ross MacBain/The EmeraldClaymore
DORM ROOM/LOCATION: Was in Frat House, but will be moving somewhere sometime soon.
STORYTELLER: Mithril Zeta
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SHORT DESCRIPTION: 60, 185 lbs. In Ross form, short brown hair, clean shaven. In EmeraldClaymore form, long auburn hair pulled back into ponytail, beard and mustache.
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KNOWN ASSOCIATES (SG): Guardians of Hope (Freedom), SteelDragon, Dodo, Naephinx
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I have no idea whom youre speaking of. And weve settled the matter of the lizards, they were intended to be food for these creatures. Now all we have to do is find a way to get rid of them in the next week or so before they become a part of Kings Row permanently. Whats really giving me trouble is this arc.
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The Judge Wonker one is my personal grudge. The crooked judge who sent me here. THAT Judge Wonker. Blue Steel is looking into it, too. Newton frowned. Somewhere or another I missed the creatures=food part. Of course, thinking of them as food makes me want to barf, so maybe I just put it completely out of my mind. But, yeah, we do have to find a way to get rid of them.
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Alfred stepped back away from the board. If these five authors are basing their work off of the same spoken myth, than we could have almost a Lovecraft type of scenario brewing. Its possible that this big void of information regarding our own past on this planet might well be filled by a very dark story. If thats the case well, I dont need to tell you what THAT would mean.
The mage turned back to Newton.
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Newton looked at him completely blankly. Im assuming death and insanity. Lovecraft always means death and insanity, the green-haired mutant said. Maybe Ragnorak? The Apocalypse? Newton sat down heavily in a chair. Im sorry, Inferno. Spell it out to me. I dont do mysticism or esoteric puzzles very well. -
Sandwich in hand, Newton knocked on Mystics door, opened it, and found the older man pouring over a world map. Boss, I whew! What stinks?
At any rate, I was wondering what we should aim for next. I have a couple different things going that inquiry into Judge Wonker, for one. And we still have the Lizard Hydra thing going. He looked at Mystic. Also, someone is going to have to tell Azuria that she didnt use good judgment with the Snakes and the calling of their god. I elect you for that, by the way. Newton grinned. She likes you, I can tell. He leaned against the doorframe. Oh, and more seriously, SHE really does like you, I can tell. You might want to do something about that. He jerked his head upstairs. Dont mind me, I just meddle. -
Good story. A lot of the stories out there right now are about taking the easy way out and how ridiculous 'heroics' can be; you get us back to the basics of 'doing the right thing.'
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Newton walked back into the Two Six. He waved at the small imp sitting behind the desk. The crisis was over, the portal shut, and the Zigg situation was reported to be under control. Something about Tyrant, but Newton had faith that other heroes would take care of that.
He chuckled as he went over to the refrigerator behind the front desk. That fight would probably make front page news, where the summoning of the snake god which would probably have destroyed the world wouldnt even the paper.
That was just part of the Two Six luck. Not that he really minded, though. He pulled out a Mountain Dew and the makings for a hoagie. Or, here in Paragon City, was it a sub sandwich or a grinder -
Newton sat in exhaustion. He glanced up at the departing boat, and then over at Mystic. Any idea if what we did was a good thing or a bad thing? Who were those people on the boat? And most importantly, does anyone have a candy bar or something to munch them. I hurried out so quickly, I didnt grab anything.
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Aqualos watched the vegetable man go by. He felt a little offended by the disdain the creature had shown him a Prince of Atlantis but he would ignore it for now. The excessively dressed man with who moved with a grace that matched his outdated clothing.
The scaly green man moved forward to the desk, waiting patiently as the irritating gunman threatened the small doorman.
As the gunman moved away, Aqualos moved forward. Jenkins was still eying the gunman with a little fear. I wish for sustenance, he said.
What? Im sorry, Prince Aqualos, what was that? Jenkins asked, leaning in. You need to speak up a bit.
Aqualos sighed. Sound traveled so much more effective underwater. He cleared his throat and spoke a little louder. He didnt like to speak louder; it added an uncouth growl undertone to his voice. He sounded like he had two voices talking at one one tenor, one bass. I wish for sustenance. Where can I go for food?
Jenkins had jumped at Aqualoss double voice. Oh, food. We have a fine dining on the second floor, the doorman said. One thing Lord Arachnos realized fairly early is that people who are fed regularly are less likely try to kill each other under the same roof. Jenkins chuckled.
Aqualos grunted. Thank you, Jenkins, the green man said. He walked up the stairs and followed the signs.
The dinning room was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. This room is where Arachnos had spent time and money. The walls were dark wood, the tables all had table clothes and candles, the menus had fancy lettering, and the wait staff were dressed in suitcoats. Each had a spider image embroidered on the, and bulges under the coats showed that they were equipped to deal with any problems.
A pretty young woman with a nametag he could not read showed Aqualos to his table. She handed him a menu. I cannot read your language, Diana, he said after she introduced herself. Just bring me lobster or crab. I wish for seafood. And water.
She nodded and walked off.
Aqualos looked around the large dining room. This was a location where the excessively dressed man would look in place, and he, green, bare-chested except for his chains of office, looked definitely odd. -
The sound of a machine gun being fired reverberated through the water. It wasnt close, but Aqualos could still hear it. It had been a short burst, but in a safe house with the so-called villains it was not that odd a thing. There was no follow up sound of guns or running feet, so it probably was not a raid.
Aqualos rose up out of the water, when and wrapped the chains of office around his shoulders and neck. Still dripping water, the scaly green man exited the room. The water had refreshed him, but he now sought sustenance.
He hoped they had some decent seafood. As he walked up the stairs towards the lobby and looked at the yellowing walls and peeling paint with the graffiti saying Statesman was from Nantucket he realized that the chances of a decent meal in this pit was unlikely. -
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"It may take some time."
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Well, the Lord makes things happen in her own time, Newton said, a slight mocking tone in his voice.
Straining, he started pushing junk through his singularities. Forklifts, burnt out cars, empty helium tanks, sofas, and random crates started appearing in the portal. The portals glow was flickering as each item struck it.
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Mystic nodded at Exodus, and turned to Newton. "Destroy the portal of course. It's a magical mainifestation, so it can be weakened and disripted by physical and magical attacks. Meanwhile, Newton you're going to have to crush it shut. If we can weaken it enough that Newton can collapse it, it will shut itself. Of course there's a very slim chance that it will explode and take the dock right off the map, but I'm nearly certain we can avoid that."
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A plan! With the possibility of annihilation! I love it! He flipped a quick set of gravity bubbles around Mystic and Exodus, and bubbled Sting after the first set of Snakes caught him. Newton winced as the insectoid stumbled back. Sting looked pretty rocky.
Newton floated above the level where he thought the Snakes could reach although he had no idea if the reptilians could launch themselves into the air and threw one of his singularities at the portal. He gasped as the singularity quickly became overwhelmed. Oh, my, he muttered. He started generating more of them and there seemed to be no affect on the portal. This is not a good thing, he murmured, sweat pouring down his face. -
Newton turned his eyes over to Mystic. "So, what do you want us to do, boss?"
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Aqualos put one the sunglasses he had gotten from the Arachnos agent. The man had been helpful in the escape, and he was quite happy to be out of the hideous orange prison uniforms orange and green did not go together that well. He looked down at his green scaly skin. It was still in good shape. The trouble at the Zigg had not damaged any of his royal skin.
Now he waited. He had managed to get his chains of office out of the Zigg, but they had done him no good here on the surface world. The heroes of Paragon City and the government of the United States had not recognized him as a Prince of Atlantis; they had claimed no such place existed, and had tried to convince him of the same, and had denied his right of diplomatic immunity.
Yes, they would pay for the affront.
But for now, he bided his time. The one-room apartment Jenkins had brought him to was small, but it was much better than the prison. It had a couch and a chair, but it had one thing that he was more thankful for than if it had a featherbed and a frisky bed-warmer.
It had a whirlpool. With silent appreciation, he filled it and submerged himself in, letting the liquid soak into his scales. -
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"Ok, close the portal. Any idea how we might do that? And an attack on the Zig? That doesn't sound good. But then again, I've been on the inside a few times - not quite sure why anyone would want to attack it."
Exodus spoke, voice rumbling like low thunder. "Let us move with haste. Before they summon this false deity.... and it decides it does not wish to leave."
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Newton leapt out of one of his singularities. Oo, when she talks like that, I get the shivers, he said. But I agree with her. The Snakes may be okay, but, boy, I really dont want to have to force a god back into its own dimension. Those stories never end well for the foolish mortals. -
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"Friends, things have taken a sudden turn for the worse. I can explain in route. Call everyone, Brian, Abrahms, everyone. We're headed to the Independence Port warhouses on the southeastern side." Mystic looked at the readout on the tracking device he'd given Smurd.
Who is Smurd? Sting asked. Wait, once again never mind. I really dont freaking need to know. Were going to beat up some Thorns, thats all I need to know.
Sting got up quickly and grabbed one of the few remaining radios. There was a momentary look of pain on his face but he quickly turned away from the others to hide it.
Ok, South-East Indy Port, got it. He headed toward the door, hoping that leaping wouldnt hurt too much.
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Ah, drat! Newton said as he bounded upstairs. In a matter of moments, he had costume on and came running downstairs, still pulling his hair back. His helmet floated down behind him. Man, Im going to have snarls in this forever, he muttered. He grabbed the skull cap out of the air and plopped it down on his head.
I still have one of Ions little radios, Newton said as he toggled it on. Im en route. He threw himself through his wormhole. -
Newton arrived for the meeting in his bathrobe, drying his hair with a towel. He was the last to arrive and stood in the doorway. He listened to Mystics story, and shuddered. Snakes. Whyd it have to be snakes.
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Wait, never mind, I really dont want to know. They are going to use it to summon an aspect of their god and thats what matters. So anyone else here know any mythology? Last time I checked not a whole lot of snake gods were real pleasant. So unless these dudes are worshiping Quetzalcoatl and no one mentioned any rainbow colored feathers this is likely to bring some nasty thing like Set into our world. But hey maybe that trouble will be focused on our buddy Recluse for a while at least.
"Aspect of a god? I am not familiar with any snake deities, I do not possess the knowledge that Alfred does. But aspect of a god... that I do know something about. Or rather, Exodus does. It's not something to be taken lightly."
He looked up and saw the surprised stares. Hey, gimme a break, I wasnt always an unpleasant bug-man, I went to college you know. He stated, a bit defensively.
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What do you mean of course, Newton asked. We need to encourage this newfound ability of Stings to give us valuable information. He turned to the insectoid. Good job, Sting. He grinned impudently.
In all seriousness, though, a snake-god? Newton shuddered. The snake has never been portrayed as benevolent in any story Ive heard of. The Garden of Eden. Set. The Midgard Serpent. Even Quetz had human sacrifice that wasnt just the jaguar god. Now, maybe this god will be just Recluses problem, but
He sat back a moment. Not to be to devious, but is there a way to sneak a failsafe spell into the summoning spell, so if the great Hississippi gets out of control, we can dismiss his scaly butt back to wherever he came from. He frowned. Snakes dont have butts, do they? -
Newton stretched and got up. It was the first truly decent nights sleep he had gotten since he had moved into the Two Six. He didnt have Coolant pounding on pipes, and nothing had attacked them in the middle of the night. It was 10:30 in the morning; the perfect time to get up.
He pulled on a bath robe and put on his Homer Simpson slippers. With a slow shuffle, he wandered across the room, grabbed his towel, and exited.
He walked into the locker room where the communal shower was, stripped down, turned on the faucet, waited until it was running hot, and then let himself soak in the scalding water.
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Newton wandered into Mystics office, wrote a quick post-it note message on the lab report, and then wandered up to his room. He grabbed an apple out of his mini-fridge, took a bite, checked his email, and collapsed on his bed. Another long day at the Two Six.
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I have no doubt, Satanz, Newton said soberly. I learned long ago that appearance does not matter. I have no doubt you could absolutely pulverize me if you wished. He grinned. I sure hope you dont wish it.
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The bed floated down to the front doors of the Two Six. Home, sweet home, Newton said as he hopped off the bed and opened the double doors. The bed floated in.
Behind the desk sat Mystics little imp. Hi there, Newton said. He put you on phone duty? he chuckled. Wheres Mystic? -
Newton floated down from the bed, leaving the convalescing Sting to stare at the sky.
He landed in front of the diner and walked in.
A young waitress with pink hair was taking an order from one of the tables where a group of college students were studying. She glanced up as he walked in, smiled at him and motioned him to have a seat. He sat on one of the stools.
The waitress went behind the counter, put the order up, and then turned to Newton. What can I get you, sir.
He glanced at her nametag. Well, Dani, Id like six cheeseburgers, three helpings of fries, a chocolate shake, and a Mountain Dew. And this order is to go. I have a sick friend who is just hanging out right now. He glanced up briefly with a grin.
Dani wrote down the order and handed it to the tattooed cook. I hope your friend gets better, she said as she returned to the counter.
He does, too, Newton said with a grin. If you take a peek out your window and look up, youll see him. He s the one floating on the bed.
Dani glanced up and caught a glimpse of Sting looking down at the diner. You two are from the Two Six, arent you, she said.
Newton looked a little startled. Yes, we are.
Mr. Chan the grocer says that you are a first rate customer, Newtons Apple.
Aw, hes just being kind. Newton patted his stomach. He likes me because I spend a lot of money in his store. He smelled the burger grilling. And if those burgers taste as good as they smell, Ill probably be spending a lot of money in here, too.
"Ike is a master," Dani laughed. "And we'll encourage the 'spending lots of money here' part as well."
A few minutes later, Newton was floating back up to Sting and handed him on of the burgers. The green-haired mutant took a bite and then sighed happily. That Ike behind the counter really knows how to cook a good burger. -
Newton shuddered. Please! You almost made me lose concentration on keeping the bed in the air! Are you trying to make me ill? Hospital food?!? He looked down at the streets below them. Just a second. Theres a place called the Tastee Diner. What do you? Ill fetch it for you.
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Well much to the disappointment of many, I think I am going to survive. We should go give the bad news to Mystic. Im sure my recovery would be faster if I can be around to be a thorn in his side.
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Well, Im sure Crey and the insect-beyotch from Hades are both going to be frustrated, Newton said as he swung the window wide open. An alarm went off, and Newton hopped on the bed. Lets blow this pop-cycle stand, he said. He spread his hands, and the bed started to float. The bed flew away, electrical equipment and monitoring devices detaching from the frame and the patient. The last plug to let go was the nurses call button. Oops, Newton said mildly. I forgot to return the remote. With the bed still floating away from the hospital, the green haired man turned looked back towards the hospital and tossed the remote back at the building. A gravity wave caught it and the remote landed on the window sill as a couple nurses leaned out to see where the bed had gone.
Sit back and enjoy the moon, the stars, and the occasional fiery hero flying by, Newton said with a grin. We should be there in a few minutes. Then Mystic can chew me out and send me to bed with no supper. Newton frowned for a moment. Actually, thats more a more serious punishment for me than going to fight the Countess. -
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%$#& you Newton, Im never a good conversationalist. Sting said weakly. And I hate the Hero Channel, so Cartoon Network is good.
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A relieved grin appeared on Newtons face. Welcome back, Sting. This is a good episode of Cowboy Bebop, so enjoy.
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Sting moved a bit in his bed and grimaced in pain. Wow, RJ is really freaking strong. Next time tell him to throw Mystic maybe itll knock some sense into him. Sting chuckled a bit.
So when the heck can I get out of here? Hospitals and me dont get along well.
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Do you and anything get along well? Newton asked as he rose. Let me fetch a doc. He stopped and glanced at the insect man. Unless, of course, you want me to just float you, the bed, and everything else nearby out of here and back to the Two Six. The grin on his face widened. Oooo, that would irritate the docs and administrators, wouldnt it. -
Newton sat patiently with Sting, watching the television that was up over the bed. He took a snickers bar out of his pocket. You know, Sting, youre not a very stimulating conversationalist in this state, he said good naturedly. Im not sure what your favorite channel is, but Im sure that something good could be on the Hero Channel.
He pursed his lips as he flipped over to it. An expose on the Whitmoore Apartments? I dont think so. The green-haired hero flipped until he found Cartoon Network. Hey, how about a little Adult Swim. Newton sat back with a grin, glancing to see if Sting had any reaction at all. -
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"I think there will be more attemps, we need an infirmary in the 2 6 for all of us so we can heal up in privacy and some sort of security"
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Yeah, I agree with the infirmary and the security. I bet we could finish clearing out that third floor and set an infirmary up there, Newton mused.
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" Hey Newton can you sit here for an hour or so I'd like to speak to some of the skulls I know. I let one get away, the other night for later interrogation." The predatory smile that slowly crept to his lips did not touch the eyes behind that garish skull mask.
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Sure, Ill sit here. I have no trouble with that. He grinned at the skull-masked hero. Go bang some of the Skulls skulls together and get us some information. Just dont get dead.