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See what happens when you don't have an angry big sister along?
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A Valentine Interlude
Battledog, Dave Kinmount, hummed while he worked in the kitchen. He worked quickly and efficiently, chopping and slicing the eggplant into the appropriate shapes. He really hoped Lily would like the recipe. Chinese Sauteed Eggplant wasn't something he had tried to make before. As he mentally ran down his checklist for tonight, the front door openned and closed quickly. His younger brother, Jayson, rushed through the kitchen towards his room.
"Man. I'm so behind schedule. Why can't the Hellions take a night off?" Jayson complained as he passed.
Dave snorted, "Yeah, how inconsiderate of criminals to interrupt the lovelife of the great teenage hero, the Mighty Psiborn."
A slightly more feminine snort resounded from the living room as his sister, Samantha, echoed the sentiments.
"Laugh it up! At least I have a date for Valentine's." Jayson retorted, "I'm taking a shower. If you need the bathroom, speak now or you get to hold until I'm done."
With neither of his siblings making an effort, Jayson claimed the bathroom for his own and the sound of running water was soon heard.
"So, Sam..." Dave started, "..about tonight?"
Samantha snorted again.
"Don't worry. I won't be in the way. I'm going out patrolling tonight and I will crash on Lily's couch after checking on Quasi. I wouldn't want to wreck your chance to be Casanova."
Dave frowned slightly at his sister.
"Sorry. Next year, I'll take Lily out. Okay?"
"Whatever, Don Juan."
Dave went back to his chopping as Sam went back to her laptop.
Jayson let the hotwater flow over his head and down his back, rinsing the conditioner from his hair. He mentally controlled the brush to scrub his back as he used the cloth to clean his legs, trying desparately to make up for lost time. He hoped he would still be able to get a table at one of the restaurants nearby the theatre. He was playing the exact times pretty loosely as he wanted Courtney to make the final decision on which movie they were going to watch. Jayson start the water off and toweled quickly. He hoped Prof liked the fragrance of the bodywash he used. He pulled on a clean pair of jeans and looked in the foggy mirror. He didnt know what she saw in him but he was really glad for whatever it was. He grinned like a maniac as he finished getting dress for his date.
Samantha took a look at her watch and sighed. It was time to head out. She triggered her abilities and her street clothes changed to her hero suit. Tallybird was dressed for the hunt. Dave saw the flash of psionic power and saw his sister in her black, blue, and gold outfit.
"Careful out there, Sam...and thanks."
"Yeah, ...whatever. Don't wait up!"
With a malicious smile, her energy wings ignited as she flew out the window. Dave went and closed the window behind her. He shook his head and wished there was something he could do to help his sister's mood. After almost two years, she still wasn't completely healed mentally healed from that creep's attack. Dave sighed and went back to his preparations. He began to hum again as he changed the sheets on his bed to a special set of white silk ones. He placed a half dozen candles on the sidetables, along with a bowl of red rose petals. He knew it was cliche but he didn't care. He was setting the dining table when Jayson emerged from the bathroom. Jayson slipped on the black blazer over his white shirt and rolled his shoulders to set it in the right position.
"Looking sharp, Jay. Prof won't know what hit her."
Jayson beamed at the praise and adjusted his cuffs.
"You got her gift?"
Jayson patted his inner coat pocket and nodded.
"Only you would fine a pair of tickets to Comicon this late. I hope she likes them. Oh, before I forget. One final touch. Give her this when you see her."
Dave went to the fridge and pulled out a single red rose. He handed it to his little brother.
"Thanks, Dave. I had forgotten about that."
"No worries. Now get and have fun."
"You too. Don't wait up!"
Jayson left quickly throught the apartment door, leaving Dave to finish up. Dave went back to the fridge and pulled out a bouquet of red roses and gerber daisies. He place it on the dining table and placed a long felt jewellery box. It held a single heart-shaped diamond pendant. He hoped Lily understood the significance of it. He placed a pair of candles on the table, humming merrily.
*****
Tallybird flew soundlessly throught the air, tracking her prey. The trio of Skulls never knew what hit them as she lanced out with a psionic blast. She landed lightly beside their fallen bodies and gave one a swift kick to the ribs. She grinned maliciously as thrust herself into their minds. She angrily ripped into their memories, taken any knowledge they had that could lengthen her hunt. She left behind a psychic suggestion bomb in each of the Skulls heads that would turn them into a slobbering idiot if they tried to commit a crime again.
She took to the sky again and landed on a rooftop a mile away. Sam's memories flowed to the last Valentine's she celebrated. Philip was a dream come true. Smart, handsome...almost beautiful, funny. He fooled them all. He was a psychopath. He tricked her and it had cost her. It cost her, her best friend. She had hung from the wall and watched as he slowly chopped pieces off of Melanie and reassembled them on a different body. She watched him for a week until he was done with Melanie, discarded the remains, and came after her. At the first cut of his scalpel, her special abilities manifested. She blew out the ceiling and wall of her prison. She scoured his mind with every ounce of power she had.
Sam shivered at the memory and scanned the streets below for new prey. A flash of white drew her attention. A white envelope tied with red ribbon was sitting on a rock with a red rose in the nearby field. Curious to see what fool it had been left behind for, she gently flew down beside it.
She gasped.
It was addressed to Tallybird.
Sam looked quickly around with both her eyes and mind.
Nothing.
She cautiously picked up the envelope, opened it, and read.
Happy Valentine's Day, my sweet Samantha.
It's good to see you again.
~Philip
Sam gasped in horror as the rose dripped red on the rock.
"God, please protect us from your followers. Amen." -Serge Storms
Might be just a few minutes late tonight. Stopped to get takeout to save time making dinner, and it's taking for.... wait for it... ever.
(Sometimes, I wish there could be a Dev thumbs up button for quality posts, because you pretty much nailed it.) -- Ghost Falcon
The longer we stay in the Rogue Isles, the more I want to create a volcano and destroy the whole damn place. Is there a soul worth saving? I can't even believe I am asking that. I'm a hero. I took a mission to hit them from the inside, but the longer I stay the more I feel myself losing my grip on humanity.
Moxie Girl just wants to beat people up, but at least I know she is only focused on the mission, and not interested in hurting people unnecessarily. At least I think that's the case.
Hito-Kori is a schizophrenic lunatic who wants to kill me and take over leadership of the team. He/They bear watching. If I have to, I will do what I need to do as far as he/they are concerned
Mistress Mercury is a child. How the hell can a teenager be any kind of Mistress. She hates Max, can't say that I blame her sometimes, but if only she knew the good that he did she might see things differently. There were some people that missed the call in Galaxy City.........or were prevented from reaching us. It was chaos. She is too caught up in her own grief to understand.
Tallybird is hard to figure out. Is she a cold blooded murderer? Does she enjoy killing villains? What is driving her to be so ruthless......I don't know. Because of her mental abilities, I can't risk calling in the psychics. She has got to be watched, and if necessary, neutralized.
What is clear Max, is that this team is teetering on the edge. You knew this could be a possible outcome. It may be time to pull the team back. If not now, soon. We'll keep at it, but you made me team leader for a reason. I haven't lost my senses, or my humanity, and I won't let this team either.
Report date 02/16/12
Hee hee, spent 50 bucks today to get 4600 points and 3 reward tokens. Log back in to find 4 tokens and 5150 points. I got my regular token and monthly points within ten minutes of actually buying stuff. Now... to spend some points!
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@Starflier
Kat pulled her jacket a little tighter as a gust of cold salt air blew in from the angry, gray sea. She could see a pair of figures down the beach a ways – probably a couple of the Infected. She was pretty sure she was out of earshot of them, but she remained alert.
Turning to face the ocean, she concentrated and said, “Um… hey?” She stood still waiting for a response, but the only sounds she heard were the breaking of the waves and the cries of nearby gulls.
Clearing her throat, she repeated a little more loudly, “Hey, can you, um… hear me?” The bells of a distant buoy were the only reply she got.
Glancing around to make sure she was still alone, Kat concentrated again and shouted, “HEY! I need to talk to you!” She looked down the beach to determine whether her shout had attracted the attention of the two figures she’d seen before, but they had disappeared. She waited a few moments in the damp breeze before turning her back to the sea with a disappointed sigh.
As she walked up the beach towards the road, she muttered to herself, “Godda…” but before she could finish her invective, the fine, strawberry blonde hairs on the back of her neck stood up, causing her to freeze in her tracks. She knew what that feeling meant.
“Hello, Katherine. Is something wrong?” asked the deep voice only she could hear.
“N-no, I just… I… IwantedtotalktoyouandIdidn’tknowifIwasdoingitright ,” she blurted out nervously.
“I am sorry about that,” the resonant voice replied, “I was… otherwise engaged, but that is finished now, and you have my undivided attention. Calm yourself and tell me what you wished to discuss.”
Kat instantly felt more relaxed, almost as if someone had given her a comforting hug. “It’s… it’s those guys I’ve been hanging out with lately, you know, Shakeup, Moxie, um... Tallybird, and that Hiro guy, or whatever he calls himself.”
“What about them? Are you not getting along with them?”
“Well, Shakeup drives me a little nuts with his motherhenning, but Moxie seems cool. Hiro kind of gives me the willies with his whole split personality thing, and I don’t know Talleybird very well. She’s kinda quiet, but she’s really good in a fight. But anyway, no, it’s not about getting along with them. It’s about... well… just tell me straight up, did they used to work for Gold?”
“Yes Katherine, they did. In fact, they still do.”
“Wait, what???” the girl shouted angrily, “Since when is Gold branching out his operations to include the Rogue Isles?”
“I do not believe he is,” the man’s voice replied, remaining calm, “I believe it is more of a... proactive operation intended to 'take the fight to the villains' rather than waiting for the villains to hit Paragon City. Think about the missions you’ve worked with them, have they not largely resulted in keeping power and resources out of the hands of evil people?”
Kat thought for a minute and had to agree, “Y-Yeah, I… I guess so. But… you should have told me who they were,” she said, more hurt than angry.
“Would you have worked with them if I had?”
“Hell no! But who cares? Why was it so damned important for me to work with them anyway?”
“Do you remember the incident on the submarine? When that man accosted you?”
“Yeah,” Kat replied, her face flushing with embarrassment as she remembered how she had to be stopped from amputating the pervert’s hand.
“Before you met these newcomers you were headed down a path of confrontation and violence. That is a path that would lead to one of two outcomes – your utter corruption, or your death. I want neither of those outcomes for you.”
Tears welled in Katherine’s eyes as she sensed the compassion behind the voice in her head. “B-but I… I’ve got you to look after me… right? WhatdoIneedthemfor? ”
“Of course, Katherine, I will always look after you, but I cannot be with you all the time. And these children can teach you something I cannot.”
“Wh-what?”
“How to be the hero you were meant to be.”
At that the teen’s emotions bubbled over, “I… I’m s-s-sorry,” she sobbed, tears running down her cheeks.
“You have nothing to be sorry for, Katherine. You are impulsive by nature, but that impulsiveness serves you well. You merely need to control your impulses and channel them to positive ends. Being around these heroes has already begun to have a positive effect on you.”
Once again, the calming influence of the voice settled Kat’s turbulent emotions and she responded sniffling, “Sh-Shakeup wants me to go back to Paragon City with them.”
“I know,” the voice confessed, “I knew that was a likely possibility when I first had you meet them.”
“But why? I… I like it here,” Kat said, only partly lying. She did like the freedom and lack of structure living in the Isles afforded her, and she dreaded the memories that returning to Paragon City would dredge up, but she missed the sun, and the ability to walk down the street without looking over her shoulder every few minutes.
“You will always have a home here, but I’m afraid you cannot stay. It would be too dangerous.”
“But you said… if I learned to control my impulses, and… and I did good deeds...?”
“I did, but the danger does not lie solely in your choices. Katherine, did you ever wonder why I, of all people, pulled you from that rubble in Galaxy City?”
“N-no,” the girl lied.
“I did it because I was told to. And I was told to… by Lord Arachnos himself.”
“Get out of here,” Kat said disbelieving, despite the fact that she could sense it was the truth.
Undeterred, the voice continued, “Lord Arachnos is always searching for wielders of great power that he can exploit for his own means. His Fortunatas sensed the potential in you when your mutation first manifest, but you were out of his reach due to your heroic destiny. However, that all changed the day the meteors fell in Galaxy City, and you were assumed dead. Your destiny was suddenly in flux, and Arachnos saw this as his chance. He sent me to fetch you from your stony tomb and bring you to the Isles where your heroic future would never come to pass.”
Stunned by these revelations, Kat replied quietly, “S-so why the change of heart now?”
“I was assigned to keep tabs on you, and direct your activities after I brought you here. But you were more than just another assignment to me; I took an interest in you. I mentioned earlier that if unchanged, your path would lead to either your death or your utter corruption. Your death would be tragic for you, and for those who know and love you, but your corruption… Your corruption would mean the death of millions.”
“Wh-what? Never! I’d never kill millions of people!” Kat gasped.
“You would,” the voice replied, with a tinge of sorrow Kat had never sensed before, “Remember, Lord Arachnos had foreseen your potential, and he does not take an interest in the weak or ineffectual. When I became curious why you were so important to him, I looked into what his Fortunatas had revealed to him. Katherine, the power you wield now is the merest fraction of your potential. In the future Lord Arachnos foresaw, you stood proudly by his side while the streets of Paragon City ran red with the blood of your victims.”
Kat was speechless, but the voice continued, “I have done terrible things in my service to Arachnos, but I could not, I will not, allow such a future to come to pass. You must return to the heroic path Katherine, and perhaps one day, it will be you who ends Arachnos’ reign of terror.”
Overwhelmed by all she’d heard, Kat replied haltingly “But… if I go back… Max Gold… they… they work for him. You said so.”
“They do, but that does not mean you will have to. As far as Max Gold knows, you are dead, and I don’t believe the others realize who you really are, but that will undoubtably change with time, and it’s something you’ll have to come to terms with. In the meantime, while I have no love for Paragon City, I do have more than a little influence there. I can arrange a place for you to live there, and even a job, if you wish."
“Won’t Arachnos find out? And won’t he be pissed? At you?” Kat asked.
“Eventually he will learn of my duplicity, yes, but his attention is not constantly on you, so it is my hope that by the time he does, you will be unobtainable to him once more. As for me, do not fear for my life. I have no small amount of power of my own, as well as enough influence to render me... unexpendable.”
“I… I don’t know what to say, “ Kat said, tears again welling in her green eyes, “I… I owe you everything, and I feel like I’ll never see you again.”
“Nonsense,” the voice replied comfortingly, “If you are careful, you may return here to visit me anytime you wish.”
Kat laughed, wiping away her tears, “Visit you? Heck, I couldn’t visit you now - I don’t know where to find you now, I’ve never seen you out of your armor, and I don’t even know your name!”
“Those are choices I’ve had to make to keep you safe, but once you are truly out of harm's way, I will no longer have to… deceive you,” the voice replied, the last few words taking on a raspy quality that Kat immediately recognized. But the recognition and her resultant smile faded quickly, as if a half-remembered dream.
“Go home now Katherine,” the voice advised returning to its normally deep, resonant tone, “You have a lot to think about, and I have many favors to call in. I will contact you again when the arrangements for your safe return to Paragon City are complete.”
Kat nodded to herself as she felt the presence leave her mind. Regaining her full awareness, she realized it had grown dark. She saw two figures shambling up the beach toward her, their eyes glowing a sickly green. “Definitely Infected,” she thought to herself, her heart rate increasing as her fight-or-flight instincts kicked it. There were few things in the Rogue Isles that still frightened her, but the Infected were one of them. Confident that no one could see her in the darkness she turned and dashed off at close to top speed, the friction of her passing leaving a trail of glass footprints in the sand behind her.
(No godmodding now. 
None of you would actually know any of this, but I needed to work out a legitimate way for Merc to return to the City with people who work of a man she despises. You all just got to see the process.))
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((All of you guys are much better writers than I am. Good stuff you guys have put out, really like them all))
((Putting this here because we don`t use the other thread much any more.))
Something to drink?
Dee followed Max's gesture over to the bureau at the side of the room, topped with just about anything you could want to drink. Probably still cold, she thought. She shook her head and sat in the chair across from him.
He watched her settle into the chair, and did his best to gauge the situation. She was in street clothes, which unnerved him. Of all the heroes he'd met, few wore the costume as completely as Dee did. So what did you want to talk to me about?
Dee shifted uneasily in her seat from the scrutiny, folding her hands on her lap. Well, it's about school.
Any problems I can help with?
No, nothing like that. She paused for a moment, wishing she'd grabbed one of those bottles of water on the way in. You know that I got accepted for classes starting in the fall. It was more statement than question, but Max nodded and she carried on.
Well, I decided to take some summer courses, and they start pretty soon. It was Max's turn to shift in his seat, because he could see it coming, but he kept quiet. So, I'm not going to be able to help the team anymore.
I see, Max leaned back in his chair, taking a moment to think it over. You have to do what you think is right kid. Whatever you decide, we're all behind you.
Dee's eyes rose to meet his for just a moment, That's not all Max. I wanted to tell you first after everything you've done for me. For us all. She swallowed hard, working up the courage to tell him the next part, to say it out loud.
I'm retiring.
The silence that descended on the room was thick, defying either of them to break it. She met his eyes again, and he took the measure of her conviction from them. She was serious. For how long?
For good. Girl Crush will be gone for good. She let it sink in for a moment, for him and for her. This was the first time she'd spoke it out loud. Cambridge isn't known for its crime rate, and I think I've done my part fighting crime. I'm seventeen and I've save the world twice! It's time for a normal life.
For a moment he said nothing, but eventually he leaned forward in his chair. Alright Dee.
Alright?
Yes, you've made your choice and obviously thought it through. Max rested his massive arms on the desktop before him. We're going to miss you kid, but like I said, we're all behind you.
She smiled sweetly, relieved that the worst of it was done. I'm sorry I didn't give you more warning, but this is something I have to do. I can do so much more with what I have than just fight crime.
Your parents?
Her face scrunched up into a frown, I'm going to tell them today. First that I'm a superhero, then that I'm retiring. Should be fun.
I'll bet.
Tomorrow I'd like to tell everyone else.
Max nodded, I'll call in the team for tomorrow afternoon.
Shaking her head she continued, Not just the team. Everyone. I was hoping you could organize a press conference. I want to tell the city, the world. I think it would be for the best to be open about everything.
I'll take care of it.
Dee rose to her feet, which were a little unsteady for her liking. Thanks Max. I'll see you tomorrow.
She turned and left, stepping into the hall feeling a great weight lifted from her. There was a bounce to her step as she headed for the elevator. A fresh new start. Things were looking up.
Back in his office Max sat staring at the door, watching one of his own leaving his life. It was deathly quiet for a few minutes, and at about the same time she was getting onto her scooter in the parking garage he picked up the phone and made a call.
Set up a conference for tomorrow at noon. I want everyone there. Everyone.
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@Starflier
At the sound of a soft knock on his door, Atul closed the dog-eared copy of the Tao Te Ching he was reading and placed in on the rough-hewn bedside table. He crossed the floor of the sparsely furnished room and opened the heavy wooden door to find Brother Qian standing before him, head bowed and a folded piece of paper in his out-stretched hand. Atul bowed to the monk and silently accepted the paper from him. Brother Qian turned and padded quietly down the hall.
Atul moved to the light of the window and opened the paper; it was a printout of an e-mail message. While the order forbad members of the brotherhood from using modern conveniences like computers and cell phones, except in the case of emergencies, it did not apply those same rules to guests such as Atul. As he expected, the message was from his sister Priya back in Paragon City, however the information it contained was wholely unexpected.
Surprise was the first emotion Atul felt upon reading of Dee’s plan to retire. His shock was followed quickly by concern – had her identity been compromised? Had her stalker returned? Was her family in danger? A memory of his wife’s terminal medical condition surfaced and he quickly read on.
He breathed a sigh of relief to learn that her reason was nothing so sinister, but rather a desire to lead a normal life. He smiled realizing that he felt happy for her, and maybe even a bit envious. His lifelong desire was to be a superhero, but even he had the occasional fantasy of giving it all up for a life of comfortable normalcy.
Atul put the letter down and gazed out the window of his room at a panoramic view of the tallest mountains on earth. A light snow was falling, softening the edges of the distant, craggy peaks. He mentally calculated the current time in Paragon City and concluded that he’d be able to return just in time for the press conference if he took a shortcut through Orobourous.
He sighed and decided against it. The discomfort he had caused Dee since his return from the other Earth was the reason he’d taken this leave of absence from the team, and as much as he’d like to be there to show his support for her big announcement, he didn’t want to risk reopening old wounds. He hoped Dee would understand, and not take his absence as disapproval or indifference.
Folding the message and placing it in a drawer with the others he’d received since arriving here, Atul slipped on his hand woven sandals and began to compose a response to Priya in his mind as he walked down the hall to the small room where Brother Qian monitored the monks’ sole computer.
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((Well, I guess it's about that time isn't it.))
Dee looked out over the crowd seated, and standing, before the stage. A stage? She felt sick to her stomach. She had wanted to do this publicly, but now, here, it was almost too much. Dee made out the faces of a few people she recognized. Her parents were in the front row, holding hands and looking as nervous as they had during her first school play.
Her best friend Kaylee was further back in the crowd, not really sure why she was here. Dee really hoped they would still be friends after today. Ten years since they'd met, losing her friendship might be the hardest thing to bear.
Mr. Weller, one of Gold Corp.'s PR people, finished on the stage making sure everything was working and ready. Satisfied that everything was good he turned and walked off the stage towards where Dee stood alone. As he reached her side he rested a hand on her shoulder reassuringly. He didn't really know what was going on, or who she was, but he knew it was all about her.
Weller turned back to the stage and signalled the go-ahead to Max who stood on the other side of the stage with several assistants. Max nodded, offering a small smile to Dee before he stepped onto the stage and moved behind the podium and impressively large bouquet of microphones.
* * * * *
The feed was instantly brought up to the largest screen in the tower, as the tech made sure it was the best quality he could make it. They'd only just gotten word of the conference happening in Paragon. Surely with a little more warning they would have crashed the party, but for now he, and his master, could only watch.
* * * * *
...Girl Crush.
Max finished talking and turned toward the right side of the stage. Dee hadn't even realized it was her turn until Weller tapped her on the shoulder. Fighting the growing urge to throw up, she stepped out into the lights.
A few cameras flashed as she walked to the podium, although they really started in earnest when she stood behind the microphones. Max took a step back and to the right, he'd done these things before as a CEO. To her dismay, Dee found herself barely able to see over the podium, and saw Waller about to run out with a step for her. She saved herself the mortification of that experience, and simply rose up into the air, even as Max waved the man off.
Cameras continued to flash, and she used the time to gather her thoughts. Or try to. She'd never been so nervous in her life. She looked down at her parents, her mother's reassuring smile, her father's patented look of disinterest that had thrown off so many people. Her eyes found Kaylee a few rows back, sandwiched between a few reporters, and for a second their eyes met. In that moment Dee could tell that she knew. Maybe she'd known from the beginning, maybe sometime since, but it was a relief to find out.
Hi.
Not the best opening line to a speech ever, but it was the best she could muster. The crowd quieted, all except for the occasional click and flash of a camera. All eyes were on her.
My name is Girl Crush, and for the past two years I've had the privilege of being a superhero in this great city. Some of you might know me, some might know of me, and some may have no idea who I am, but I suppose that's all about to change. She paused for a moment, mentally going over what she wanted to say. When she was ready she continued.
The time has come for a normal life. A life without the mask, without the battles, without the danger. For as much as I've done with the mask and powers, I believe I can do more without. Today I announce my retirement from crime fighting, for good. She took a deep breath, as flashbulbs went off furiously. She glanced back at Max for a moment, his eyes reassuring. I am not just retiring the costume, but as of now, the identity of Girl Crush is no more.
Only the slightest hesitation gripped her as her hand rose, pausing momentarily, before proceeding to grasp the mask and pull it from her head. Straightening her hair, she looked out over the crowd feeling very exposed, naked even. From this time forward, I am only Delilah Grey, mutant, and citizen of Paragon City.
For a second, and a second only, there was not a single sound from the people assembled in the massive conference room. Then, all hell broke loose as reporters jumped to their feet shouting questions. The flash of cameras was nearly blinding. She smiled and simply floated in place looking down at her parents, who smiled back, her mother with tears in her eyes.
* * * * *
Did you see that!? The voice came over the comm unit, breaking her concentration on the events unfolding in Paragon City.
Yes Ernesto, I did.
And? What do you think?
I think it will do just fine. It is unfortunate she distanced herself so completely from the identity. It would have been amusing to destroy that, her, but it will do. I've made the arrangements.
The laughter over the comm unit was hollow, mechanical. Just how is the latest project coming along?
Belladonna looked over to another monitor, to a young woman pacing through her empty home. A smile reached her cold lips as the girl punched a hole through a nearby wall in a fit of rage. Oh, she's coming along nicely.
They ALL float down here. When you're down here with us, you'll float too!
@Starflier
Intriguing!
(Sometimes, I wish there could be a Dev thumbs up button for quality posts, because you pretty much nailed it.) -- Ghost Falcon
So... we skipping tonight then?
They ALL float down here. When you're down here with us, you'll float too!
@Starflier
Sorry about last week everyone. Shakeup will be there this week.
The week of the 14th, I will be out of town for work, so won't be able to make it.
Hey team, keep in mind that Shakeup won't be there this week. He is away (for real, lol) for work. Be back next week.
Looks like it's gonna be a late night at the salt mines for me, so with Shakeup out, I suggest we postpone until next week. Unless Mox and Tally want to duo tonight.
(Sometimes, I wish there could be a Dev thumbs up button for quality posts, because you pretty much nailed it.) -- Ghost Falcon
Taking the night off actually works for me. I need to study for a test tomorrow in transfusion.
I mean, I'll probably start cramming at the last minute, but until then I can watch the Senators vs Habs game.
See you all next week.
They ALL float down here. When you're down here with us, you'll float too!
@Starflier
Posting here first, thinking of releasing the name Dream Knight. Let me know if you want it.
They ALL float down here. When you're down here with us, you'll float too!
@Starflier
Hmmm... that might be too good to pass up. Let me see what I have on Virtue that I can get rid of, or if you want, trade for that name. I'll let you know tonight, OK?
(Sometimes, I wish there could be a Dev thumbs up button for quality posts, because you pretty much nailed it.) -- Ghost Falcon
Sure thing.
They ALL float down here. When you're down here with us, you'll float too!
@Starflier
Hey, guys
Sorry but has of right now I'm still at work prepping for a year-end inventory.
I will be late...maybe even gone completely for tonight.
"God, please protect us from your followers. Amen." -Serge Storms
Sorry guys, won't be here this week. See you all next Wednesday. It's my Bday tomorrow.
Happy B-day, bull.
Looks like I'm out again tonight as well. Gonna be working late and then hopefully getting home in time to mow the lawn before darkness and/or the rain falls.
Should be good to go next week though.
(Sometimes, I wish there could be a Dev thumbs up button for quality posts, because you pretty much nailed it.) -- Ghost Falcon
See you all tomorrow night. Shakeup is rocking (pun intended) and ready to go.
Merc is going to be running (pun also intended) late tonight guys. I'm just getting ready to leave work and need to pcik something up to eat on the way home. I'll try to be in game no more than half an hour late.
(Sometimes, I wish there could be a Dev thumbs up button for quality posts, because you pretty much nailed it.) -- Ghost Falcon
Or vigilante, or rogue, yes. Heroes can't run missions in the Rogue Isles.
(Sometimes, I wish there could be a Dev thumbs up button for quality posts, because you pretty much nailed it.) -- Ghost Falcon