Soul Train

"Wait, you mean... oooooooooooooo!!!"

Soul stood up, grabbed a napkin and hurredly cleaned her hands off, and shook the older woman's hand, with more enthusiasm than she usually did. "Damn, but you a legend even in St Louis! Got clearer pipes than Archangel Gabriel hisself. Oh.. my... gawd... you look GOOD!"

She paused, a bit awkwardly. "Oh yes, ooh, excuse me!! Miss Kashaye Parker, ma'am. I go by Soullll Trainnn on the street, so's ev'rybody calls me Soul or Train. Cain't sing worth two beans and a nickel though. I'll leave that up to y'all. I just do the knockin'-thugs-on-dey-a.ss bit."

Another pause. "Well, it sure is good to meet you. You a better person to run into than States, any day o' the week. I'll leave ya to your dinner... and Gal, honey, these ribs.... you musta sweet-talked the pig into outright givin' em to ya, cos no way no butcher ever touched 'em, they too good!!!"

By the time Gertrude brought her dinner, Soul had started to feel less tipsy, and more hungry. She went after the ribs first, before they got cold, while taking a bite of cornbread from time to time, along with the slaw. Gertrued had given her a small serving of greens anyway, and Soul had to admit, they were very tasty.

Gal was right... ain't nothin' like good down-home southern cookin'.

As she ate, she noticed an older woman in a wide-brimmed hat enter, and her eyebrows raised. She wondered who the woman was, that she had to resort to even a rudimentary disguise.

All very good stuff, this.

A few more Q's:

I understand how to rotate the camera around the character... but how do I pan it, say, up and down or side to side so that the subject's HEAD isn't centered? Or is this even possible?

Also, I'm noting that the mousewheel zoom does so in specific increments, and it's twitchy (tends to zoom all the way in with little provocation.) How does one adjust this, or can they? Is there a more precise way to zoom in and out?


Last question: high-resolution images, how to get them w/o locking up the game? /Demorecord and then do a really hi-res playback and /demodump?

Sweet!

(( This is an origin tale for my newest alt, Sweet Seduction. currently she's a level 3 Illusion/Sonic 'troller on Virtue. ))
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Sometimes one little decision can change the course of history.

Such as the decision Cynthia "Sin" Seward made to cut thru the back alleys of the Gish on her way to school. The streets were safe, but they took longer, so she'd figured on shaving off a couple of minutes. That decision didn't exactly work in her favor, for it ran her smack into a pair of Circle of Thorns guards, who immediately corraled her.

"Ah, yes, she will do nicely. Bring her!" The Energy Mage's features were hidden within his tall hooded cloak, but she could see the unearthly glow of his eyes. This was bad. This was VERY bad.

She struggled against the grip of her captors, but to no use. Suddenly she found herself suspended, awash in green light, and then the pain and disorientation struck. It was as if her entire reality were being torn asunder, only slowly. She began to scream.

The mage laughed. "Scream all you like, girl, for soon you will be gone, and the creature we summon will have taken your place!"

Do not struggle, child. These fools know not whom they have called, this time.

'What was this? Who are you?'

I am Molpe, a Siren, one of many creatures of the ancient Greeks. But, I am no monster. I will aid you, if you allow me.

'I don't understand. What is happening?'

These mages are attempting to summon me into your existence. They probably think I am a spirit or a demon, and that I will simply take your soul and your body. However, I am not a demon, nor am I a spirit. Therefore you will not cease; we will be fused to one being. I will protect you, in exchange for allowing me to exist once again in your world.

'Do I have a choice?'

Of course. If you say no, their spell will fail. However, this will not mean you will live. They will probably just kill you outright rather than let you go.

Sin thought for a nanosecond, and then made up her mind.

'I accept.'

And so it shall be, child. We become one!

The green fountain of magical force both surrounding the child and suspending her in place suddenly changed to blue, and then flared so brightly that all the surrounding mages and guards were dazzled. The girl was gone. In her place stood a slightly elfin-looking being, with bluish skin, large almond eyes, a long tufted tail, and the buds of two goat horns showing thru her black hair.

"What?? This is not the demon we summoned!! Reveal your name, so that I may banish you!"

"You shall not know my name, mage. You shall only hear... my WILL."

With that the being let out a simple ululating note, and all of the Circle fell to their knees, clasping hands to ears. One of the guards shook his head, then opened his eyes. What was he doing? Oh yes, he was protecting this sweet maiden from these foul ruffians. He drew his crossbow and fired a bolt point-blank into the chest of the mage next to him. The mage barely had time to gasp before he expired, his heart transfixed. The guard then turned, and took aim at one of his brethren.

"Brother Mason, what are you...??"

"HOLD! he has been dominated! Kill him!" The remaining guard draw his kris-sword, as did the thoroughly confused Mason.

The one mage left looked at the girl-being, and gestured. "I know not what you are, but you shall not survive here for long!" The eldritch energy slammed the being to her knees, yet she stood back up smiling.

"Oh now is that any way to speak to your beloved?" Again, she sang, and the sound caused the mage's posture to grow slack, as his mind was taken by the Siren's call. He felt knives flaying him, fires burning his flesh away, and the icy chill of water closing over his head, drowning him. The sensations were too much to bear, and he passed out.

"Hah! Warriors of MY time were smarter than to listen to a Siren. These men are but fools."

'Molpe, what just happened?'

Ah child.. Cindy, is it? We have become one. We are both human, and Siren. I am you... and you are me. My abilities will be manifest to you as you grow, for I see you are yet too young to hold sway over men's hearts in all but the most trivial ways. But first, let us attend to this Mason fellow.

The being turned to Mason, who was standing off to one side, having no more targets to kill after he'd somehow managed to dispatch the other guard. He bled profusely from several deep cuts, and his unsteady stance indicated he was in shock and about ready to collapse.

"Mason, for your service, you will be ... compensated. I will not kill you. But for your crime, you must atone."

The being walked up to Mason, kissed him on the cheek, and then lithely ran down the alley as heroes and cops alike closed in, following up on reports of a girl screaming and an otherworldly flash.

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'Molpe, I'm just a little girl. What do I do now? I look wierd, my skin is all grey and I have horns and a tail, and I can't say anything without people getting all googly-eyed.'

I do not know. I doubt that it is that big of a problem, as there are many here who look different. Perhaps we, or rather you, should simply explain what happened and see what happens?

'I dunno, my parents can be really uptight sometimes....'

I doubt they will be. You're a charming girl, even without my gifts.

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Sin tried to keep the tears from flowing. Molpe had long ago faded to a back corner of her soul, or perhaps she had simply become more of Molpe as she had matured. People still sometimes made remarks about her appearance, but those remarks faded when she spoke or sang. She'd learned to dampen the compelling effects; the everyday person just heard an extremely charming and sexy voice.

But now, at her parent's funeral, she had sung their eulogy, and the entire congregation had gotten caught up in the emotion of her loss, and her desire to make things right. She couldn't bring them back. Molpe said they would be honored in the afterlife, for living the way they did, and that was good. But the criminals that had killed them, there was a different fate.

Cindy left the church, and in so doing, turned her steps towards City Hall. She'd turned 18 only weeks before the tragic car chase and crash that had ended her parent's lives. When she'd talked to them about her plan to become a heroine, they had expressed reservations, but as always since the day she'd come home changed, they'd seen things her way. She felt guilty about letting her power charm them, but in many ways that's what she'd become. A charmer. Just like Molpe had been, in ages past.

"So, what name do you wish to be called, young lady?"

"Ummm... the Siren?"

"Taken, dear."

"The Charmer?"

"Taken."

"Seductress?"

"Taken."

"Oh dear..."

"Miss, might I make a suggestion?"

"Well, yah."

"Many heroes use two words instead of just one..."

"You mean like ... "

"Well, you're modeling yourself after the Sirens of ancient Greece... yes, says here that you actually ARE one of them, in some way or another... and what they basically did was seduce men with their voices. But you're a sweet girl, not fickle like they were."

Fickle? Oh she wounds me!!

'Shh, Molpe. You're a mythological figure. Myths always get twisted up and around. She doesn't mean you specifically.'

"Sooo... How about Sweet Seductress?"

"No that's taken.... but Sweet Seduction isn't."

"Hrmm... OK! I'll use that!"

"Good! Here's the orientation packet, and your pass to the Outbreak area. It's a community service thing, but we also look on it as additional training. Once your'e done with that, go see Azuria downstairs. She's our local expert on magic, mythos, spirituality and all that. I'm sure she will be most interested in you!"

uno mas....

Sweet Seduction (Illusion/Sonic controller): "My song shall be your downfall!"

((She's a siren, as in the Greek myth of the mermaid women who would sing and captivate sailors so that they would wreck their ships on the rocks. Unfortunately I couldn't use Greek characters in her battlecry, otherwise I'd have translated it...))

((And the forum doesn't like it either. Bleh!))

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So I was on with my SG on Champion a while ago, and we were doing the Positron TF. At one point, we were ambush right in front of Positron and Valkyrie. So here's all these guys shooting at us, trying to kill us, and Mr. Bigshot "I got my armor upgraded" and Ms. "I have this fancy spear that none of you can get!" are just kinda standing there watching.

THANKS A LOT, LEGENDARY HEROES!

Seriously, though, it would be cool if the trainers got some sort of automated power similar to the police drones. There's just something wrong about the eight most famous heroes in all of Paragon city standing there watching you get pounded on.

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All that crap is grey to me, no XP.

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BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Oh noes!!

(Actually, all that's needed is the /em angry animation, maybe the toe tapping the ground impatiently... and all of the mobs screech to a halt, stand around quaking in their boots for a few seconds, then run away.... or meekly walk over and queue up in front of the closest police drone...)

egad!!!

Other possibles (just off the top of my head):

- Australian abo channeling spirits of his clan. RP the bow/arrow as an enchanted boomerang. Include lots of tattoos as part of costume, along with dreads or an afro and a bushy beard.

- Foot soldier archer plucked from Asia circa Genghis Khan (either from his army, or the defending Chinese, or Russian tribesmen.) RP confusion over modern amenities and dress. RP outrage at the Tsoo's desecration of your traditions.

- Hunting buddy of Ted Nugent (avid bow hunter). Bored with taking down wild bears, showed up in Paragon cos here it's 'legal' (with registration as a hero) to 'hunt' criminals as long as you don't cause them... permanent... harm... (well at least the biological ones - Clockwork and Vahzilok can be killed outright, for example.)

Don't be too hasty. Good or no, a lot of origin stories don't see much or any feedback.

The question is, does it work for YOU?

If yes, then let it stand. If not, reroll. That's all.

Not bad.

not sure about the whole script/stream of consciousness thing... but it's a damn good start!

To mention yet another 'copyrighted character'... Forge(tm) was a mutant with a gift for invention. Basically, if he could imagine it, he could build it. So, he was a serious gadgeteer. His character concept would fit well with AR/Dev.

Another character that could be adapted to gadgets or assault weaponry would be Warlock(tm). As a techno-viral entity, he had the ability to become pretty much any machine he wished, or to assimilate machines for his use. Just as beast Boy could shapechange into any living being, Warlock(tm) could form or change into any device.

OK, enough troll-feeding. Run along and play, leetle trolls... whups, careful with that big rocky fist, Bubba. (ducks and runs)

"Ah'll pass on th' greens, slaw'll do jes' fine. Besides, ah found a li'l place ovah few blocks in th' Gish, Gramma's Kitchen, where she grows 'em out back.... flown in 's good, but..."

Soulll paused, and then giggled.

"Growin' greens in Kings Row... good way to get the Circle ta show up and hold a croquet game in your garden... o whatevah it is those whackos do... them an' they silly hoods n robes n all..." More giggling.

She calmed a bit, but still was in a happy mood, partly because of the tequila buzz, but also because she was humming along with "Love Rollercoaster" on the jukebox.

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"Are you all alone back here?" The waitress picked up the now-empty glasses from the table, making an obvious look around. "Usually a little busier, but slow could be good depending on what you want."


The tray she held balanced easily, showing her years in the business. Wrinkles were just forming around her eyes, but otherwise Gertrude had stayed in good health.

"Have you decided on dinner, or just stick with liquid meals?" One corner of her mouth rose, a smirk that held some humor.

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Soullll turned around to look at the kindly waitress. In doing so, she weaved slightly; the tequila was starting to affect her balance. Time to sit down.

"Yeah, ain't no one back here but me sugah. And I could use a bite. Lesee now... y'all got a plate of ribs, mebbe some cornbread an' slaw? And yah, you right, don' need no' mo' tequila, least fo' now. Ice tea be fine."

Now she remembered why she didn't drink much anymore. Wasn't that she couldn't handle the liquor, but it did make it hard to judge angles and vectors, things she had a direct hand in controlling. So, Kashaye, just relax, pretend you ain't got no powers, couldn't hit the broad side of a barn right now anyway. Food would be good. Food would be very very good.

Doc Mayhem, with a chartreuse-yellow reflective vest over his gi, and a set of combat boots on to keep the mud off, was busy patrolling a section of the French Quarter. This section had not been hit as hard, and hadn't been flooded, but because there was no power and no phones, it was all but a ghost town. Here and there he saw residents and business owners doing what they could to clean up, and some even were trying to open their businesses. But many just stood and stared, with this dull expression that belied the shock they were feeling.

Turning a corner, Doc met a young man who had his back to the wall. Two thugs were menacing him with switchblades, while a third was going thru the back of the man's car. What were they after? Didn't matter.

"Now that's hardly a way to be treatin' someone after a storm. What you squares after? Pawnshop's closed."

"Dey after my med'cal supplies!!"

"Hey, shut up, you. And back off, ya old hippie. You seen nuthin', you heard nuthin', walk away."

"I'm sorry, gentlemen... " Blade of Spring Dawn made a sibilant ringing sound as Doc withdrew her from the scabbard, and it blended to the throbbing grating hum of Darkforce collecting around him...

"I insist that you drop what you're doing and put your hands up against that wall, right now, or you will be hurt, right now."


"Check it, Bubba. Old dude's got a blade. Careful, stoner, or ah'll take that too."

"Very well. Your funeral." Spring Dawn made three quick slashes, and the man's pants fell to his knees as his belt was severed, and a thin red line appeared on his extended belly. The man screamed, turned to run, and promptly tripped and fell flat.

Doc didn't even slow down. Crossing the space between the car and the imperilled man, he unleashed a flurry of blade strikes that sent knives flying, then with a melodic "RINNG!" one of the remaining crooks got knocked flat as Spring Dawn struck him hard across the temple.

The last man had had enough. He booked.

"Uh uh. We can't have you running off just yet, my friend." Reaching out thru the Darkforce, Doc felt the man's fleeing form, and called it to him. The man was teleported to a spot two feet from Doc, still sprinting madly... but his orientation had him running right into a wall. WHAM! he fell to the pavement, out cold.

As the Darkforce field around him faded, Doc sheathed his blade, and then held a hand out to the young man. "Doc Mayhem, at your service."

The man grabbed it and shook it enthusiastically. "Oh wow, y'all are intense! Thought it'd be good ide' to bring some of de supplies from my office out here, and treat folks for what ails 'em. But dose punks, dey just wanted my stuff so's dey could sell it or shoot drugs."

"You're a doctor?"

"Yeah. Well, intern, actually. But I knows enough to be a sidewalk medic. All de drugstores and such in de Quarter, dey give me what I need, say I can pay 'em back once things get straight. In meantime, I'se out here patchin' folks up... or tryin' to."

Doc gave the doc his deepest bow of respect. "Up until now, I thought I was the hero. But you sir, you are the real deal. I'd best get to my rounds, but I'd be honored if I could treat you to a beer later on."

((OOC: yes, according to the news, there is a young doctor working the French Quarter, using the back of his car as a mobile office. And yes, he bought and/or begged much of his first aid supplies from local drugstores. As far as I know he does not have a Cajun accent, though.))

"All this water, and no way to work with it... ah well, then we do it the hard way."

Soullll flew northeast to a sporting goods store she'd seen on the way down from Paragon, and managed to convince the manager to give her a trailer packed with 6 fiberglass canoes. She then speed-ran back to the roablocks outside N'awlins, hauling the light trailer with its load behind her like a rickshaw.

"Where's the water start?"

The nearby National Guard officer directed her to a topo map. "Here and here. We haven't got much in the way of personnel so we're barely able to cover these neighborhoods."

"I'm on it. I'll need a radio to call for a pickup once I get some people out. One more favor. I need a speed boost, and that means one of your men gets to take a nap for awhile. I'd prefer a volunteer...."

A young corporal stepped up and saluted.

Soulllll motioned two others to catch him, as the Siphon hit, he'd likely faint. She then pulled ... something... and felt the rush of speed as indeed the young soldier wordlessly swooned.

Picking up the trailer hitch and pulling it behind her, she booked to the flooded intersection on her map. She then unloaded the canoes, tied each off with lengths of rope, then towed them behind her as she flew low over the water, calling out to occupants.

"Helloooo! Anyone?"

"Heeey! Help us!!" The voice was faint, and as she looked around, she saw a hand waving from an attic window.

"Y'all sit tight, I'm comin'!" She hovered over to the window, and realized that it was barely able to open enough to permit the woman and two children inside to escape.

"OK, y'all back up, a'aight? And cover yo' heads."

She ducked under the eaves, tensed herself, then fired several force bolts straight up into the eaves, blowing a corner of the roof straight up and off. Hrmm, still not enough room. But maybe... She wedged herself into the opening, and Repelled, blowing a 2-meter wide hole in the roof.

"Y'all alright?"

"Thank God, you came! They been sayin' they come, but no one come, Poppa took our boat to try and find help, but he ain't been seen since Tuesday, mebbe."

"OK, I gots a canoe down here fo' y'all, lemme get you out, these here boa'ds is all splintery."

Lifting first a child, then the other, and finally the starving and thoroughly chilled mother, she placed each into one of the canoes. "OK, time fo' lessons. Don' tip sideways or stand up, or boat'll tip and you swimmin'. So stay seated."

She then took up the lanyard and repeated the process, until she'd got passengers for all 6 canoes. She then retraced her route to where she dropped off the trailer, and called the guard outpost for a Humvee.

"Yah commander? I got 18 people here, mostly kids. You wanna send somebody? They on dry land, but they ain't in no shape for walkin'. I gotta do another ferry run. yah, that's right. That intersection you told me about."

Right now, she'd sooner take on a Council mech platoon than have to face this. So many dead... but the ones that were alive, those were the ones she was after.

This works because the enemy you just dropped takes awhile to fade. So as long as it's still around, you can base a macro off of it.

So it's pretty much just a standard saying/emote:

/bind alt+v "say Hey $target, how's that floor taste, huh?$$em taunt"

I asked pretty much because of the roleplay elements... what does your char say when he or she drops a particularly tough opponent?

(you could use this in the Arena too.)

Do be careful, because the game doesn't know the difference between friendly and hostile targets. so if you're assisting a lot, you might want to not do this. People tend to misunderstand when you trash-talk them, instead of the enemy.

Doc Mayhem would take to patrolling the streets, laying the smackdown on looters. He's but a scrapper, no healing powers, super strength, or whatnot. He's just some old hippie with a sword.... who has a rather tenuous but growing connection to the Darkforce.

Soulllll Train is a Kinetic, so she'd be zapping the Nat Guard troops with Speed Boost, Inertial reduction, and Increase Density, so they could do their jobs faster and with less distractions. If bad guys showed up, she'd use them to augment her own abilities.

Mistress Ohm would go about retrofitting her tesla coils to provide power, jump-start stalled vehicles, etc. Given that her electrical output could power an emergency room for a week, she'd be in high demand.

Multiball Bonus would be working alongside Soullll, but his radiation abilities would have to be curtailed. Since he's an android he'd not need much in the way of 'sleep'.

OMGROFLMFHO!!!!!

sorry to go spelunking, but this deserves a bump... really... It's hilarious!

OK, i've had my preorder disc for a week now, and because of some wierd issue with the disk on my home system, actually had to 'register' the serial # on my work laptop.

All went fine, and then i was advised that I'd see the activation in my email in 'just a few days.'

Have yet to see it (all ncsoft mail gets filtered to its own folder, so as to pre-empt my mail provider's spamblocker features).

This isn't predefined, but occasionally people like to do this when they beat down a boss or an AV.

Soullll Trainnn: "$target, $name just took you downtown... beeeyotch!"

Multiball Bonus: "Game over, no replay awarded."

Doc Mayhem: /em bow "You were a ... worthy ... opponent."

Mistress Ohm: "Oh I'm sorry, was that too much juice for you?"

Mistress Ohm uses "Resistance is.... interesting!!!" (she gets 'into' playing with electricity, as you can tell).

Soullll Trainnn : "Hey $target! Ever get hit by a train?"

Doc Mayhem: "Unleash the MAYHEM!!!"

Multiball Bonus: "Get ready for Multiball!!!"

As Gertrude dropped off another double shot of ta-kill-ya, Soullll resumed her pool game. She'd gotten a real good vibe off Gal, the lady who ran this place... and there was a 'good vibe' to the place itself, like this would be one of those havens of sanity she could occasionally wander into.


In between shots, she checked out other patrons, especially those who came in alone or in groups. She knew better than to size up couples, but it'd been a while since she'd even considered spending time with anybody. Shoot, the last date she'd had was.... well, before That Day.

She shook her head again, as she did anytime her train of thought went toward a place she didn't like to visit. Maybe those ladies she'd joined up with... what were they called again? Oh yeah. The Stiletto-Heeled Enforcers. Perhaps this would be a fun spot to unwind with a few of them. Strangely enough, although she'd always thought of herself as straight (more like straight-laced!) she wasn't shying away from the thought that several of the girls she'd met... intrigued her.

Another head shake, as she sunk the 9-ball to end her current game. Keep things simple. Have some fun, get a good dinner, listen to some music, meet some folks, get a little tipsy, maybe even drunk if she arranged for a ride home first... and if she met somebody nice and attractive and fun in the process, so much the better.

My Virtue toon is as much in char as I can make her, which might be a bit too much for some other players.... you specifically have to ping me with an ((OOC: )) question to get ME to respond... otherwise Ohm speaks for herself.

I run Soullll Trainnn (victory) pretty much the same way, although there's less of a wall between her reality as the toon and my reality as the gamer.

Multiball is in character insofar as he's an android and doesn't engage in conversation unrelated to what's 'going on'. He's still working on parsing all of the vocabulary and syntax of the English language, so his speech patterns are stilted and very literal.

Beatrice McAllister sighed. These so-called 'studs' that came her way were never up to her standards. Given that they paid her, handsomely, to abuse them, to experiment on them, to cause them pleasure and pain in ways most people never thought about... but when it came down to it, the human body couldn't take what she wanted to dish out.

And she ... LOVED.... the way electricity changed them. So much so, she hadn't taken the capacitor gauntlets off for a week. She'd tried dating, being (ahem) normal... but it was so BORING, having to rely on a stock nervous and endocrine system, and EMOTIONS, to get someone ... ready....

Plus they wore out so quickly, and yes, they were sometimes fragile. She'd cannibalized a defibrillator unit after one poor man had gone into arrythmia; now her capacitor system doubled as a life-signs monitor so it wouldn't kill someone from electricity overdose.

What to do? She'd tried dating superheroes... but most of them weren't into wierd kinky stuff, they wanted normal. As one spandex-clad guy had put it, "I get zapped by Clockwork every day it seems. It hurts. Why would I want to get zapped for fun?"

She looked at the apparatus she'd spent two years building and perfecting. It was SUPPOSED to be the ultimate domme toy, could be concealed under the most revealing of outfits, and was designed to preempt a man's nervous system, send him to the heights of ecstacy or the depths of agony from across the room. But, it was too powerful. It didn't train submissives, it broke them.

And she'd grown so used to what it did to, no, FOR her, that she was unwilling to scale it back. She could augment her muscle strength, her speed, and yes, use a flash of current down her spine to block pain. It would be hard to wean herself off of her creation....

Her eyes fell on the 'recruitment' postcard that got mass-mailed to Paragon City residents.

Do YOU have an ability?

Paragon NEEDS you!

Sign up at City Hall Today!
No Hero Refused!
Training Provided!
Generous Compensation!

She thought about it. Then thought some more.

The system COULD be used to incapacitate. Basically it was a tesla coil system, able to throw arcs of electricity across a room. And the different projector modes allowed for all sorts of interesting effects. She particularly liked the one that set up a resonating electrical field around a man's legs, rooting him in place while slowly bleeding his strength and stamina away. It couldn't be maintained for very long, but it showed promise.

Why not? She'd heard that the cops couldn't go after a lot of the criminal element, because they too had paranormal abilities... so it seemed that something 'too much' for a normal man would work out just about right on a metahuman.

And she wasn't going to be seeing any new clients soon. Might as well see what the city would pay to apprehend criminals instead.


Bea looked through her selection of outfits. Hrmmm.... calf-length stiletto boots, a miniskirt, her favorite leather bustier and collar, and the apparatus under it all like a supercharged set of undies. Yeah, this could work. But, it needed something more....


Half an hour later, she'd perfected the greasepaint design on her torso, right above her cleavage, and laid a neat greasepaint 'mask' across her eyes. The metal epaulets on her shoulders completed the ensemble, making her look, well, if not exactly heroic, at least imposing.

She took a look in the full-length mirror... and the feeling of purpose washed over her like a tidal wave. FINALLY she knew what her life had led her to. Those crazed Hellions, the Skull cult, those Superadine-addicted Trolls, even those goofy little clockwork robots...

ALL would discover, with Mistress Ohm around, resistance was... interesting!!!