The man watched from the store window as a hero gave a beat down to a criminal. His cap was pulled down and his vest zipped up and pulled close to his portly body. The pants he wore looked like a faded pair of red sweatpants. He walked up to the cahsier and she proceded to ring him up. The register blazed with green light, $51.69. The man rummaged through his wallet for a minute and sighed. "I only have forty five bucks. I'll go put some of it back."
A few minutes later he walked out of the store and had turned around the corner with his groceries in hand. That is, until the girl smacked into him. After she helped him up, he tried to gather his items. "It's okay. Just glad, you know, you weren't a Vahzilok or something..."
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"Oh man, that would totally suck!" Akemi Ai agreed quickly. "I didn't even think about that. I was too busy talking to those bozos across the street. Here, let me help you with those." She bent to help gather his groceries, then knelt as wolf whistles erupted from the group of Outcasts across the street, shooting them a glare over her shoulder. "You would think with all the times these punks get arrested they'd go get a job or something...the unemployment rate here must be sky high. No pun intended, of course." She adjusted the small drawstring satchel she was carrying over one shoulder, then stood as they finished putting all of the spilled items back into the bags. "None of your stuff got ruined or anything, did it?"
((OOC: Totally forgot to add this in the first post-Akemi is is 19, about 5'5", has purple hair in pigtails, and wears a black midriff t-shirt, a bright green plaid skirt, black and hot pink striped tights, and black stiletto combat boots.))
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The man glowered silently at the one who shot the whistle. 'I wish I was a hero sometimes... He returned his glance to the female who had walked into him. "You know, this might be the City of Heroes but that doesn't mean there is always one around. You should be more careful." The man said with a slight smile. Then, the bag ripped as she finished asking her question. The man sighed and looked straight ahead, "Tell me that didn't happen..." Even as the jug of milk was spilling into the street
The Outcasts across the street howled with laughter. "Loser! Ha!" shouted the Chiller. He knew the Outcast by name, he also knew his family. "Hey, what if I tell your ma you ain't doin your homework, Carl? Huh? What then?"
The Chiller straightend up, slicking back his hair. "Yeah, well, wasn't that funny. Watch youreself, Teach..." Carl shot back, ice playing on his hands.
The man turned back to the woman. "By the way, name's Sam. Sam Winston. What's yours?" The man calmly stated, even though his eyes were tired.
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"It doesn't? Damn, I must be in the wrong place then", came a voice from above. Should either of them look up, they'd see a redheaded caucasian woman of indeterminate age sitting calmly on a windowsil above them. Strange, that, since she most definitely hadn't been there only a moment ago. Yet there had been no sound or other indication of her arrival. It was like she'd just popped into existence there. She was rather obviously a meta, not because of her outfit which being a simple white t-shirt and navy blue cargo pants was as ordinary as they came, but rather because of the blue-white glow in her eyes which identified her as a Peacebringer.
"Or the wrong time, maybe", she mused to herself. "Would you rather I just left? Because I can if you want me to."
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Don't make eye contact, its a sign of aggression. Don't walk too fast, you'll make youself a target. Don't walk slow either, Just...act casual.
Casual. Right. That might be more difficult than it appeared. Michael Velsnir didn't know what casual would even look like to the brutes who endlessly loitered on the city streets.
Keeping his head down, his hands shoved into his pockets the tall, lankey man quickly--but not too quickly--walked down the street.
Council soldiers spouted their 'espirit de corps' from--was that a soapbox?--as he passed, and Michael paid them no mind. When he was a boy, he used to enjoy sitting on the steps of his apartment building where everday three Fifth Column soldiers stood and yelled the same thing. Some days nothing happened, but most of them A hero would come and beat them up. Michael wondered idly if there was a way to beat a fascist unconscious he hadn't seen.
As he was walking he caught the sight of an older gentleman conversing with the most garishly dressed woman he had ever seen. Several things came to mind, but he dismissed his opinions. He kept his mind open, as it wouldn't be polite to draw conclusions without suffcient empirical evidence.
He heard the voice from above, approximately 15 feet above them on a window sill, and it piqued his curiosity. Ah. Alien metahuman. Could be Kheldian, if he remembered his alien species correctly.
Michael had very few examples of Kheldian powers, so it might be interesting to watch and see what happened.
Not because he enjoyed garish violence. But...for science. Yes. Science.
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The man turned back to the woman. "By the way, name's Sam. Sam Winston. What's yours?" The man calmly stated, even though his eyes were tired.
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"I'm Akemi," she grinned. "Just Akemi, nothing else...ah, hello there!" she hailed the woman in the window. "You don't have to leave...but it would be easier to talk to you if we didn't have to tilt our heads so far back. There really are heroes everywhere here...I thought the reports were exaggerated."
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"Or the wrong time, maybe", she mused to herself. "Would you rather I just left? Because I can if you want me to."
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She stooped as the bag split and the groceries spilled again and frowned. "I'm afraid your milk may be a lost cause, Mr. Winston. It's got a leak. I'll be happy to help you carry the rest of your groceries if you need help-my backpack is pretty much empty, and I don't think it'll split."
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"You don't have to leave...but it would be easier to talk to you if we didn't have to tilt our heads so far back. There really are heroes everywhere here...I thought the reports were exaggerated."
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"Yeah well, they call it the City of Heroes for a reason", the woman grinned at them as she hopped down from her lofty perch, landing lightly on the pavement next to them. "Not exaggerated in the slightest, this is the only place in the world where metahumans outnumber normal humans. 'Course, half of those are villains." She held out a hand to shake. "Anyway, nice to meet you both. And yeah, I think you're wasting your time with the milk there."
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"Okay, but why do I have to carry all the groceries?"
These were the words of one young woman to another as the two approached the tram station from the direction of Icon. Both stood reasonably tall and slim, though the left had a few centimeters on the right, but from there the similarities already ended.
The taller's skin stood pale as a ghost, though her dark brown eyes clearly indicated she was no albino, nor did she seem expressively bothered by the bright sun in the sky today. She wore a long pair of blue jeans, a red T-shirt with short sleeves that proudly proclaimed 'I (heart) Robots' in snow-white lettering, and a pair of comfortable tennis shoes of much the same hue. In stark contrast to her pale, almost white skin, her long, curly hair hung coal-black from the back of her head, falling all the way to the back of her neck, though front and sides had been cut relatively short, extending only a few centimeters, just barely down to her eyes.
The other carried much the same mane, but long and straight, letting it drop as nature would down to and a little past her shoulders, her skin in turn a deep, almost unnaturally earthen tan. Hazel-brown eyes only added to the hue, and she dressed quite differently than her counterpart too: namely in a miniskirt of neutral gray, an alizarin sleeveless tank top that ended just below the ribs, and a pair of high-heeled, lace-up boots that reached nearly to below her kneecaps, their hue the same neutral gray.
She also carried a plump-looking, dark-gray backpack, filled nearly to bursting with the items she complained about, fingers curling about the straps that ran down from over her shoulders like some manner of hiker.
The taller one, however, carried something even larger on her back, and in much the same blue as her pants, which bore faint resemblance to the sort of bag one might keep golf clubs in. In the manner of a travel bag, however, a zipper sealed it off at the top, and the carrying strap over her left shoulder wasn't going anywhere with her hand holding onto it.
"Because it was your idea to come here." she told her very earthen-toned counterpart with a sardonic smile, "You wanted to see what James was always talking about. Besides, I'm already carrying the space bazooka."
"And me." a tiny voice piped up from one of the large bag's more sizeable outer pockets, sounding like some kind of leprechaun due to the only partially open zipper, "Though I wouldn't mind riding in the grocery bag for a while."
The women giggled at this, the shorter quickly stating as she distanced the backpack protectively, "Not a chance, Johnny. We know you better than that."
"Women." came a disappointed huff back from the pocket.
"Men." the one who'd replied smirked to the taller in response, but then her look became a bit more concerned, "Say, Sarah...do you think the guys will be okay here on their own? You know what Ace always said about Paragon City..."
"Oh, I wouldn't worry." came the gentle reply with a headshake and smile in the same manner, "Billy might be a super-nerd, but he can take car of himself. And he's got Pik with him..."
The tan woman looked at the sidewalk, "It's him I'm worried about..."
"Nonsense." Sarah declared stoutly and with confidence, "Look, really, what could happen? There are superheroes all over the place here...it's like having...well, you-know-who at every corner. The only danger they could be in is from Bill, and since I've got all his stuff, what trouble is he going to cause?"
"Try to take apart one of those Clockwork things?" Johnny interjected with a snicker, causing the taller woman to scowl.
"Hey, I restrained myself at the last second, so I don't want to hear it." she pouted back, "I know better than to actually touch anyone here, and I'm sure they do too. Bill may not always listen well, but considering how many times Ace told him exactly how these things work and what not to do, it has to have gotten through even his thick skull."
"I guess you're right." the shorter woman sighed lightly, "I really do worry too much, don't I? Okay. What else do we still need to pick up?"
"I think we have everything, actually." Sarah remarked thoughtfully, producing a list from her pocket, "Yep, sure do. Now I just want a picture of Positron."
"Okay...and where do we find him?"
The taller woman's face assumed a very painfully aware expression, "Um...I don't know. I forgot to ask. Now what?"
"I guess we ask for directions...can we do that? We...did talk to she shopkeepers, and none of them said anything weird. It should be okay, right?"
Sarah's shoulders shrugged curtly, causing a grumble from the bag, "Looks like we have to try. There are some kids right over there. Let's see if they know anything."
But as the two (actually three) approached, they could clearly see something was amiss, and the women quickened their step a bit, the taller speaking first, though quite timidly, "Um, excuse me...um...did something happen...are you guys okay...?"
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Sam looked around at the crowd he found himslef at. "Wow. What, am I something interesting?" Winston said with a chuckle. He met the gaze and hand of the Peacebringer and said with a grin, "Maybe, but I've seen some people get hurt cause they weren't careful. Even some heroes sleep, you know? I mean, I love you guys but you shouldn't have to save us cause we were careless."
His eyes dropped to the wasted milk and then to the girl, Akemi, "If you want to help me, it'd be nice. You don't have to, though."
As the two strangers approached, Sam realized someone else had been watching them. "Um, buddy? You need something?" the portly man said to the person yet to introduce himself.
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Akemi turned to the two newcomers in the group and observed them critically from behind her warm expression. They certainly looked normal, but there was something quite otherworldly about them, like they fit in the space they occupied just slightly wrong. "Nope, nothing wrong here," she smiled. "Just some spilled milk, that's all. We were discussing heroes."
As the little group became a small gathering, the clique of Outcasts across the street vanished down an alleyway behind them, grumbling in low voices to each other. Even if they had wanted to attack Akemi and Sam Winston, once the Peacebringer had arrived on the scene they would have only had a slim chance, and with two more women arriving (one of whom carrying something that looked suspiciously like a weapon) they didn't have a prayer.
Akemi saw them go out of the corner of her eye. Good riddance to bad garbage... she thought to herself, turning back to eye the bag strapped across the taller woman's back. It was an awfully large bag, and she couldn't help but wonder what it contained.
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"Maybe, but I've seen some people get hurt cause they weren't careful. Even some heroes sleep, you know? I mean, I love you guys but you shouldn't have to save us cause we were careless."
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"And you think I haven't, considering what I do for a living? Come on, man. And who knows, maybe you are something interesting. Don't have to be a hero to change the world, you know", the Peacebringer replied with that same grin before turning to the other girl. "I knew someone named Akemi once. Didn't look anything like you though", she commented offhandedly.
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"Hmm? Nah, we're fine", the Peacebringer replied. "Guy here just dropped his groceries is all."
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This was clearly a busy corner- another woman had exited the grocery store that Sam had come out of, her confident stride announcing that, if anything tried to happen to her, it was far more likely that she would wind up happening to it, instead.
At first glance, this seemed a trifle odd, since the woman looked to be in her middle thirties, was dressed in comfortable old clothes, and you'd probably find 'Mom' written across every cell in her body if you were to go looking. However, this confidence was borne out when a small Clockwork popped out of an alleyway, making a dive for the mp3 player that rode on her hip.
A casual sidestep and swift kick knocked the Cog sprawling, and then the would-be victim started spinning her sturdy canvas grocery bag, like a pitcher winding up. The Clockwork scrambled to its feet just in time to catch about thirty pounds of canned vegetables to the side of the head, slapping it into a wall four feet away.
The miniature automaton rose unsteadily to its feet, staggered in a circle a few times, then weaved drunkenly off down the alleyway.
The motherly woman breathed out an aggrieved sigh and tucked her hair back into place. "Silly thing... it's mostly plastic, too, no idea why it would want it." she commented to the world at large with a shake of her head.
She kept walking, arriving at the little knot of people just in time to catch the Peacebringer's comment.
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"Yeah well, they call it the City of Heroes for a reason", the woman grinned at them as she hopped down from her lofty perche, landing lightly on the pavement next to them.
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"Tell me about it." she responded. "Seems you can't turn around without tripping over some superpowered someone-or-other." Then she grinned, unexpectedly. "Of course, in my case, that's probably mostly because my oldest son is one of them... so is my brother, for that matter, although he's underfoot a little less often."
Then she caught a glimpse of the three Outcasts; they had started edging back as soon as the attention of the group wandered, possibly thinking of trying an ambush of some sort, but now, two of them were, for some reason, trying to look inconspicuous... Carl, the Chiller, was actually trying to hide behind a lamppost.
She put her hands on her hips and gave the trio of hapless would-be supervillains a disapproving look. "Chad Lopez, I know your Papi isn't putting in those long hours at his store so that you can loiter on streetcorners harrassing people. You have your entrance exams in less than two months; shouldn't you be studying? I doubt your professors will be all that impressed by you slinging lightning at the test papers."
The Shocker blanched so pale that he went from sky blue to baby blue. "No ma'am." he said weakly.
"And Carl." she continued, skewering the Chiller in turn with her gaze. "You're not keeping your grades up. Or were you planning on running around with your ridiculous little colour-coded t-shirt until your reflexes aren't what they were once from the constant beatings you take and you get shot robbing a convenience store?"
Carl, in his turn, let out a mumbled "No, ma'am."
The third Outcast, a Scorcher who was a fair bit younger than the others, glared in open disbelief at the other two.
"Who's this [censored] think she is?" he demanded, pitching his voice as low as he could, which wasn't very.
"And who's this?" the matronly woman inquired coolly.
"I'm Deathfi..." the boy started, only to be cut off by Carl. "He's Braden Jackson, ma'am. He's new." the Chiller interjected hastily.
"Yes, I can see that."
"WHAT?" the Scorcher now revealed as Braden yelled, whirling on the others. "You pathetic..." he shrilled.
He was cut off by the Shocker, this time. "That's Mrs. Troy, man. You do not [censored] with..." "Language!" "Sorry ma'am... you do not... cross... Mrs. Troy." Chad said.
The young Scorcher gave the middle aged woman a skeptical look, flames roiling up around his hands. "Oh really." he said.
Carl grabbed him by the arm and hauled him into a recessed doorway, whispering fiercely. Occasionally Braden would echo something he said in a kind of strangled yelp.
"... Skyfire... Roast to Roast... bursts into tears every time her name is mentioned?... ThrillChill... moved back to Iowa?!?... Blindquake... shot in the face?!?"
As the gang members huddled, 'Mrs. Troy' rolled her eyes slightly. "Eileen Troy." she said, taking the Peacebringer's outstretched hand and shaking it. "Honestly, kids these days. These 'Outcasts' decided they wanted my Danny in their gang because he developed electrical powers... even invaded my home at one point. I had to have a little talk with them about that."
This prompted a rather stangled noise from Chad, the Shocker. Open disbelief had replaced the nervousness on his face, and he was frankly staring at Eileen. "Little talk? Lady, Skyfire is still in therapy after what you said to her. And Roast to Roast, he bursts into tears every time he hears your name. You can keep him out of a building just by putting your photo on the door!"
Eileen shrugged a little. "If they're that psychologically delicate, then maybe they shouldn't be running around mugging people and threatening to murder them in their homes." A pause. "And if I ever see that silly child that calls himself Blindquake again, I'm going to give him a stern talking to."
Chad actually recoiled physically at this, rising off the ground and flying down the alleyway, slowing down just long enough to grab the other two and drag them with him.
Eileen Troy shrugged again. "Kids these days." she repeated. She glanced at the milk, shifted her purse a little, set down her bag, and scooped up the broken carton. Balancing it on one hip, she dug around in her purse and fished out a roll of packing tape. A couple of deft twists, and the carton was once more waterproof.
"There you go... it won't last forever, but it should at least keep whatever milk you've got left inside the carton 'til you get home." she said, proferring the milk to the group in general. "Ah... whose milk is this?"
((Huh... that came out kind of long-ish. Oh well. I've been dying to use this character since forever- meet Target Lad's (Danny) formidable mother. She's also Energon X' sister, for those of you who have RPed with either of those two characters. And yes, she has a rather strong personality, heh...
EDIT- Argh, didn't post properly, and two more posts popped up in the interim... stupid 'the form you have submitted is no longer valid' bug >.<
Hopefully it still makes some sense >.>
EDIT 2- brought the Outcasts back briefly, didn't notice they were gone as of Kyo's last post <.<
EDIT 3- belated edit as I realized I had screwed up Eileen's age, which, while it doesn't matter that much, would have bugged me if I left it >.<
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While a large part of him was dissapointed he hadn't gotten to see any Kheldian Energy Blasts, Michael Velsnir instead had witnessed an impressive bout of verbal judo. It had even given him flashback to his time in Catholic School.
The power of guilt. He considered the applications for several moments, psychological factors and whatnot. His mind had already weaponized it and built three bombs and two ray guns on the principle, but as he stood next to the group, a little warning in his head starting going off.
The laws of improbability had to be responsible for this. Using the brain that had gotten the label 'child genius' forced upon him, Michael did the quantom calculations, carrying the 3.4--everyone always forgot to carry the 3.4 in improbability calculations.
Yes, yes. This place was now a zone of improbability. That was the only explanation his mind was willing to accept. He had best make a hasty retreat to observe any other effects of the zone before it collapsed upon itself.
Michael walked forward, shook Mrs. Troy's hand, "Very impressive Ma'am. Took me back to the nuns at St. Agnes." as he walked off he called out "Best of luck with the milk, sir."
He walked down to a Bus Stop and sat down, pulling out a notepad and pencil. A part of his mind began to theorize why he had never actually seen a Paragon City Bus at a bus stop, but he focused most of his not inconsiderable brainpower on sketching the improbability zone.
After all, they didn't give degrees in Applied Pseudo-Science for nothing.
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That zone of improbability may have suddenly expanded, or perhaps not, for a still rather ticked-off young Scorcher broke loose from his Shocker charge, full of spite at this woman just mocking them like that.
He'd already been itching to give her a piece of his mind, after all. Thus Braden doubled back just into range and hucked a fire blast at her to teach that old bat a lesson. Unfortunately for him, Chad wasn't having that, and yelled a warning, "No!" before really rocketing off with the guy so whatever horror he already expected Elieen to afflict him with wouldn't come to pass.
The fireball, however, was already on its way, but before it could strike Ms. Troy, it burst against the back of someone else who'd gotten in the way.
Sarah.
A cloud of light-gray smoke enveloped the women, the latter having curled protectively around the former, and as it cleared again it was plain to see she'd done so with more than just a pair of arms - for Ms. Troy found around her now a pair of decidedly draconic wings, inner skins white as snow and outer hide black as night.
The rest of the formerly already ghastly pale woman had assumed the same shade of white, and though the fingers before Ms. Troy still looked very similar and still felt very much like human skin, the texture of the white, very small, fine scales was undeniable.
And indeed, the rest of her had made the jump as well. Sarah was now a dragon, complete with a horn on the nose and a pair of long ears that stretched back slimly from the sides of her hair, not to mention the sharp red deltoid that was the tip of her tail, swaying about uneasily. From the base of her horn, a fat black stripe ran over her head and down her neck to the black back (that also covered her outside wings, of course) and down the upper tail all the way to its tip, giving her a very monochromatic look, even in spite of her still deep-drown eyes and colorful outfit.
"Uh-oh." she immediately released Eileen as she realized the seeming was gone, having no how she should react now. Looking to her companion, it didn't take her half an instant to note there'd be no help coming from her, the shorter woman even more frozen than she - understandable really, as the last time this had happened to her near a human, he'd tried to beat her over the head with a baseball bat.
Unlike Sarah, this one stood but velvet brown, and in addition to the small horn on her nose had a pair that jutted from the back of the head, her hair running neatly around both them and the ear flaps below. She didn't have any stripes or other markings either, though the inside of her wing skins did stand just a bit lighter than the exterior lining. The red deltoid of her tail also stood just a tiny bit larger.
"Um..." the monochromatic one finally raised a hand in a ginger gesture of greeting, the look in her eyes very expectant of a scream or something when she said, "Hi...I'm Sarah..."
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"Um..." the monochromatic one finally raised a hand in a ginger gesture of greeting, the look in her eyes very expectant of a scream or something when she said, "Hi...I'm Sarah..."
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Strangely, though some might have expected it, the Peacebringer did nothing to protect the others at all from the apparent monster. In fact, she didn't even move except to turn her head to look at her. And why should she? There were far odder creatures in the ranks of Paragon's heroes after all, even if this particular one wasn't a species she vaguely recognised - enough to give her the benefit of the doubt at least. "...Drokar?", she asked simply, more curious than anything else.
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Sam almost screamed when the "creature" appeared. Till he realized that the "creature" had protected the woman who also chased off the other, wiser, Outcasts.
"Sorry, you kind of scared me. And thanks ma'am, for the quick fix. I heard about you, Mrs. Troy. Danny used to be a student of mine, very briefly. I taught...various..classes at his school. You may not remember me. You have quite the reputation with the Outcasts, ma'am. I'm afraid I must be going though. Your all welcome to join if that's not too strange, or if your not busy." The older man said, preparing to venture further into the streets of Paragon. The man gathered his belongings and straightend his cap.
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Sarah was taken a bit aback by the question, answering the peacebringer with a confused, "No...Tornado...what's a Drokar?"
puzzling as it had been though, the inquiry had taken a good bit of tension out of the two, and Sam's proposal did even more thereof, though they still didn't quite understand.
"Really?" the velvet-brown dragon inquired, "We are? You're not going to like...scream and try to clock me with something heavy...?"
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Eileen Troy merely raised an eyebrow when the draconic woman leaped at her, then nodded when the fireball went off. "I'm going to have to have a talk with that boy..." she said absently, then gave Sarah a critical look.
"Thanks for the save, hon. But you're letting your scales get awfully dry... hold on a sec." she said, digging about in her voluminous purse.
"Ah, there we go." she continued, fishing out a small bottle and holding it out. "This is a fairly decent moisturizing cream... you know, you're going to get fearfully itchy if you keep letting it slide like that. Paragon can be dusty this time of year. Might want to double-check the ingredients to make sure there's nothing you'd react badly to, but otherwise it should do the job."
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"Really?" the velvet-brown dragon inquired, "We are? You're not going to like...scream and try to clock me with something heavy...?"
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At that, Eileen laughed.
"Sweetie, this is Paragon City. You'd have to be juggling with your tail while balancing on your head to get people to give you a second look. I mean, you saw what happened a minute ago... I just had a tiny clockwork robot try to mate with my iPod. By comparison, you barely qualify as 'unusual'. So relax, enjoy the sights, beat a few gangbangers heavily about the head and neck, take home a souvenir."
She shook her head, still smiling, then inclined her head to Sam. "If you're heading South, I'll walk with you a ways, since I'm headed in that direction myself. I might want to have a few words with you about Danny, as well... I'm assuming you mean his old school, Blyde Comprehensive, rather than Golden Eagle High, since you don't seem to be any more super than I am..?"
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"No...Tornado...what's a Drokar?"
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"Translates literally to Dragon, or so the others I met told me. Lemurian, I think they said it is. Anyway, you bear more than a passing resemblance. My mistake." And she'd been so sure too. Oh well.
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"You're not going to like...scream and try to clock me with something heavy...?"
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"Well I wasn't planning to, but if you really wanted me to I guess I could. You'd have to wait while I go find a suitably heavy object though", the Peacebringer replied with a cheeky grin, making it fairly obvious she was kidding before glancing over to Sam. "You mind if I come too? Didn't have anything to do that can't be put off, and..." She trailed off, apparently having lost her train of thought. She did though give Eileen the strangest look when she so matter-of-factly told the dragon that her scales were getting dry.
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"Huh..." the Tornado couldn't help but blink in slight surprise, turning to her companion, "I guess Ace was right. Paragon City really is very different."
"And actually no, I didn't..." she seemed a bit sad at that, then added with a guilty smile, "I wish I would've."
"She's been fighting the urge to try and catch one of them." the other explained with a tad of a tease in her tone, regarding Sarah with a look that fit.
"...yeah." came the admission with somewhat of a sheepish shrug, though she relaxed a little more again when she answered in reference to the moisturizer, "Oh, and don't worry, that's just from the fireball. I'll be back to normal in a little while. Oh, and Jovi, by the way. Sarah Jovi."
"Kia Gray." the velvet-brown dragon now introduced herself too, smiling eagerly, the tension having finally dispersed, "Mountain dragon. Don't let the name fool you though; I live by the bay. Oh, and we'd love to. Wandering around without anyone who knows where's what does get a little old."
"Mhm." Sarah confirmed that in a manner that suggested she'd tried and failed to get an orientation around here, "This place is big. Oh, and you said we're going to a school? Is it a university? Maybe with a robotics lab?"
"Down, girl." Kia couldn't help but chuckle at the excited nature of her friend, "Sorry about her, she does that. She's majoring in biomechanics..."
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"That was amazing! Why would anyone hit you?" Akemi asked, her comments not loud enough to be heard over Mrs. Troy's assessment of Sarah's dry skin and the Peacebringer's joke about heavy objects. She shrugged as her words went by unnoticed and turned to Sam. "I'll come along too, if you don't mind..."
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"As to you..." Kia looked to Akemi with an answer accompanied by a helpless shrug, "...well...I don't really know. All I know is last time I met a new human, he tried to smash me with a baseball bat. We only really know two, and they live on the island too, so I don't have enough experience to tell..."
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((OOC: What do the streets of Paragon look like through the eyes of it's people? You tell me. Anyone can join, use anyplace in the city you'd like, and feel free to borrow NPC's on a whim. There is no set story here, just a fun little question I thought perhaps I might get an answer to. ^_^))
A slim female figure danced down the sidewalk from the Yellow Line to Icon, purple pigtails bouncing as she went. She was singing softly to the music blasting through her headphones-an odd contrast; she didn't care if people saw her dancing, but didn't want people to hear her sing? She slipped to one side to allow another pedestrian to pass, then twirled back into the middle of the sidewalk.
"Hey! Step off, girlie!" an Outcast shouted as she got too close to a threesome of gang members. She stopped and glared at him from the other side of the road. "I'm not bothering you, frostface! Mind your own!" She dodged a bolt of ice, straightened her bright green plaid skirt, and thumbed her nose at the offending villain, then spun on her heel to walk away-and smacked right into another pedestrian.
"Oops! Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" she blurted out, helping them to their feet. "Are you okay?"
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