For the first time in years, Atticus woke to the rising of the sun rather than the rising of the moon. It was a new beginning, of sorts. Today he was a new man. Packing his things, he looked around the meager apartment he had been calling home for the past two years. Few of the fixtures worked properly anymore, but blessedly, the refrigerator had never once failed on him. He still wasn't totally used to the idea of eating regularly, even though he had been eating three square meals a day since he had begun... hiring himself out. There had always been the constant threat of an employer backing out of a contract, or deciding he hadn't done enough to fulfill his end. He'd seen too many others like him fall prey to the vile impulses of the crime bosses who hired his type. Male mutants in that line of work were usually put down like rabid dogs if they failed; females had to endure worse. Most crime bosses weren't shy about their... appetites. Perhaps Katrina was better off. No. He couldn't let himself think like that. He still missed her, and he cursed himself for becoming a part of the very system that had taken her from him.
Suddenly, the sound of breaking glass yanked him out of his thoughts. Feeling something wet on his hand, he looked down, to notice shards of glass sticking out of his palm and the remains of a bottle of aftershave broken on the floor of his bathroom. The solution mingled with his blood, stinging harshly, as he picked the glass from his hand and discarded it. After running his hand under the tap and wrapping it, he found a broom and dustpan and cleaned up the glass, emptying it into a bin. He had been so lost in his thoughts that he had navigated his morning routine as if on autopilot. Taking a towel off the rack, he wiped his face of any remaining shaving cream and rubbed his temples, clearing his thoughts.
Moving into the kitchen, he put on a pot of coffee, then dug out some eggs and set to work frying them, and he jammed a couple pieces of bread into his run-down toaster. When his breakfast was ready, he sat down at his shabby table with a cracked plate, eating mechanically. Hearing a gunshot followed by a woman's scream, his gaze instinctively shot to the window, but he saw nothing. Probably on the other end of the alley. Someday, he'd come back to this place and set things right. But for now, his best chance of bettering himself lay in the hands of Xavier and his institute. After finishing his breakfast, he handwashed his dishes and mug, replaced them in their cabinet, and returned to his bedroom, grabbing his suitcase and a few other belongings, including an envelope and a set of keys. He threw on his long, moth-eaten tweed coat and a newsboy cap, took one last look at his apartment, and shut the door for good.
After heading down two flights of stairs to the ground level, he found the landlord's office, where he placed his keys and envelope on the desk, and told the landlord he'd be leaving, and that the envelope contained rent money for the next six weeks. With a smile that didn't quite touch his startling green eyes, he turned his back on the apartment, and with it, his former life.
Now to remember how to get to the Institute. He still had most of the map memorized from his breaking and entering assignment, but that was across rooftops and through back alleys, which wasn't exactly viable in broad daylight. Fortunately, he knew the city well enough to find his way with one or two missteps, and eventually he found himself at the door of the Institute. Feeling an odd mix of thrill and trepidation, he entered the building, completely at a loss for what to expect. His first sight was a girl, or the back of one, to be more precise. Curly blond hair cascaded in elegant waves, breaking against an expanse of navy blue wool. He slid up next to her, silent as an owl gliding along the ground searching for prey, taking in the interior with large green eyes, magnified further by the coke bottle frames he wore. "Hell of a place," he said, and immediately regretted it when his voice echoed, shattering the silence.
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One more chance?
Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaseeeeeee????? *big sad eyes*
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Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaseeeeeee????? *big sad eyes*
Just to make sure, the Institute is a boarding school, yes?
I mean, I know it is in most X-men continuities, but I want to make sure it's not different in the noir setting.
I mean, I know it is in most X-men continuities, but I want to make sure it's not different in the noir setting.
Name: Atticus Finch
Age: 18
Alias: Talon
Appearance:
He wears the glasses for show; the lenses are nonprescription, but he sees being underestimated as an advantage.
Abilities: Atticus has extremely keen eyesight, hollow bones, enhanced reflexes, and the leg strength to leap much farther than a normal person. What gives him his alias, however, are the claws protruding from each finger like a hawk's talons. They are retractable, but whenever he feels threatened, they pop out instinctively and he must calm himself or find a safe environment before he can retract them, or simply eliminate the threat.
Skills: Atticus is very acrobatic, able to leap across rooftops with ease, and his talons lend themselves well to climbing, allowing him to scale even brick walls, albeit with some difficulty. His eyesight allows him to see incredible distances and also notice small details in appearance and body language, making him a skilled navigator, and this ability combined with his instincts and increased processing speed allows him to read people fairly accurately after observing them for a relatively short time. Growing up on the streets as he did has given Atticus an acute sense of self-preservation, and as such he is resourceful and frugal, and able to maintain stealth when necessary. He also learned some Russian during his three years with Katrina, but is by no means fluent.
Personality Traits:
Cautious, observant, pragmatic, withdrawn, deferential, thick-skinned
Backstory:
Atticus was born to an Irish immigrant girl when she was 16. He never met his father, he only knows that he was Greek and he was named after him, perhaps in the vain hope that he would hear the name in some bar one day and it would catch his attention, leading to a reunion with his father. When Atticus was four years old, his mother fell ill, and fearing that she wouldn't live to see his fifth birthday, she took him to an orphanage. A few years later, the orphanage fell to the pressures of the Depression, and at the age of six, Atticus was on the streets. His X-gene, though he didn't realize it, manifested when he was quite young, due to the stress and pressure of growing up on the streets, and he soon realized he was more agile and better at noticing things than any other 8-year-old. He used his increased aptitude to eke out an existence, and when he hit puberty, his mutation manifested fully, and violently. On a police patrol through the slums, he noticed a fellow urchin being threatened. Before he had a chance to think it through, he leaped to the girl's aid, catching the cop off-guard and pouncing on him, knocking him onto his back. Atticus started hitting him, and after awhile, he realized his hands were wet. And that the cop had stopped moving. He looked at his hands, now stained red, and noticed the claws for the first time. Terrified, his instincts took over, and he bolted, the girl forgotten.
After that unforgettable incident, he laid low for awhile, terrified of being caught and arrested, or worse. He avoided many of the other urchins, assuming they'd be afraid of him, even though none of them saw what had happened to the cop. After a month or two, he ran into the girl again. He tried to hide, but she walked over to him, showing no sign of fear. Instead, her eyes held gratitude, and curiosity. They were also yellowish-green, with catlike pupils. She introduced herself as Katrina, speaking with an Eastern European accent, and said he was "like her". She took his clawed hands in hers, and looked them over with wonder and appreciation, and it was then that Atticus noticed that her ears were pointed and tufted with... fur? And they seemed to twitch and move as though picking out individual sounds from the low background din of the city. For the next three years, Atticus and Katrina were inseparable, and Atticus was genuinely happy for the first time in his young life, enjoying a friendship and even the beginnings of a romance with the female mutant. Then, two nights after their first kiss, they were running along a rooftop when gunshots rang out, and more a few seconds later from another direction. A stray bullet struck Katrina in the temple, and she fell from the rooftop. Atticus dove after her, their fall miraculously broken by several bags of garbage. But it was too late. As Katrina's blood mingled with the filth from a broken garbage bag, her life left her while in Atticus's arms. He had no time to mourn her loss, however. Footsteps indicated that gunmen were approaching, and they might not think twice about gunning down some kid in the alley. So he took Katrina's body, slung it over his shoulder, and bolted.
In his years scrounging and thieving with Katrina, he had saved as much as he could, and he spent all of it to give Katrina a proper burial, in a cemetery and everything. He was the only one at her funeral, but it was more than most street kids got. He spent the next three years picking up odd jobs, not caring what he did or who he did it for, as long as he could keep himself going. He stole, sabotaged, even killed a few people, all so he could make enough money to pay rent on a small apartment and eat proper meals. One of his employers tasked him with stealing from a man named Charles Xavier. On the night he went to execute the job, after breaking into Xavier's house, a voice, surprisingly calm, sounded in... his head? "I know why you're here. You can take what you wish, I won't stop you. Or, you can listen to what I have to offer, and learn to be better. I know what you are. I can help you." Atticus decided to listen to what the man had to say; after all, if he was powerful enough to get inside his head, he'd be able to track him back to his employers and it would be all over, and there was little point in running. He decided to take Xavier's offer and begin learning at the Xavier Institute.
Age: 18
Alias: Talon
Appearance:
He wears the glasses for show; the lenses are nonprescription, but he sees being underestimated as an advantage.
Abilities: Atticus has extremely keen eyesight, hollow bones, enhanced reflexes, and the leg strength to leap much farther than a normal person. What gives him his alias, however, are the claws protruding from each finger like a hawk's talons. They are retractable, but whenever he feels threatened, they pop out instinctively and he must calm himself or find a safe environment before he can retract them, or simply eliminate the threat.
Skills: Atticus is very acrobatic, able to leap across rooftops with ease, and his talons lend themselves well to climbing, allowing him to scale even brick walls, albeit with some difficulty. His eyesight allows him to see incredible distances and also notice small details in appearance and body language, making him a skilled navigator, and this ability combined with his instincts and increased processing speed allows him to read people fairly accurately after observing them for a relatively short time. Growing up on the streets as he did has given Atticus an acute sense of self-preservation, and as such he is resourceful and frugal, and able to maintain stealth when necessary. He also learned some Russian during his three years with Katrina, but is by no means fluent.
Personality Traits:
Cautious, observant, pragmatic, withdrawn, deferential, thick-skinned
Backstory:
Atticus was born to an Irish immigrant girl when she was 16. He never met his father, he only knows that he was Greek and he was named after him, perhaps in the vain hope that he would hear the name in some bar one day and it would catch his attention, leading to a reunion with his father. When Atticus was four years old, his mother fell ill, and fearing that she wouldn't live to see his fifth birthday, she took him to an orphanage. A few years later, the orphanage fell to the pressures of the Depression, and at the age of six, Atticus was on the streets. His X-gene, though he didn't realize it, manifested when he was quite young, due to the stress and pressure of growing up on the streets, and he soon realized he was more agile and better at noticing things than any other 8-year-old. He used his increased aptitude to eke out an existence, and when he hit puberty, his mutation manifested fully, and violently. On a police patrol through the slums, he noticed a fellow urchin being threatened. Before he had a chance to think it through, he leaped to the girl's aid, catching the cop off-guard and pouncing on him, knocking him onto his back. Atticus started hitting him, and after awhile, he realized his hands were wet. And that the cop had stopped moving. He looked at his hands, now stained red, and noticed the claws for the first time. Terrified, his instincts took over, and he bolted, the girl forgotten.
After that unforgettable incident, he laid low for awhile, terrified of being caught and arrested, or worse. He avoided many of the other urchins, assuming they'd be afraid of him, even though none of them saw what had happened to the cop. After a month or two, he ran into the girl again. He tried to hide, but she walked over to him, showing no sign of fear. Instead, her eyes held gratitude, and curiosity. They were also yellowish-green, with catlike pupils. She introduced herself as Katrina, speaking with an Eastern European accent, and said he was "like her". She took his clawed hands in hers, and looked them over with wonder and appreciation, and it was then that Atticus noticed that her ears were pointed and tufted with... fur? And they seemed to twitch and move as though picking out individual sounds from the low background din of the city. For the next three years, Atticus and Katrina were inseparable, and Atticus was genuinely happy for the first time in his young life, enjoying a friendship and even the beginnings of a romance with the female mutant. Then, two nights after their first kiss, they were running along a rooftop when gunshots rang out, and more a few seconds later from another direction. A stray bullet struck Katrina in the temple, and she fell from the rooftop. Atticus dove after her, their fall miraculously broken by several bags of garbage. But it was too late. As Katrina's blood mingled with the filth from a broken garbage bag, her life left her while in Atticus's arms. He had no time to mourn her loss, however. Footsteps indicated that gunmen were approaching, and they might not think twice about gunning down some kid in the alley. So he took Katrina's body, slung it over his shoulder, and bolted.
In his years scrounging and thieving with Katrina, he had saved as much as he could, and he spent all of it to give Katrina a proper burial, in a cemetery and everything. He was the only one at her funeral, but it was more than most street kids got. He spent the next three years picking up odd jobs, not caring what he did or who he did it for, as long as he could keep himself going. He stole, sabotaged, even killed a few people, all so he could make enough money to pay rent on a small apartment and eat proper meals. One of his employers tasked him with stealing from a man named Charles Xavier. On the night he went to execute the job, after breaking into Xavier's house, a voice, surprisingly calm, sounded in... his head? "I know why you're here. You can take what you wish, I won't stop you. Or, you can listen to what I have to offer, and learn to be better. I know what you are. I can help you." Atticus decided to listen to what the man had to say; after all, if he was powerful enough to get inside his head, he'd be able to track him back to his employers and it would be all over, and there was little point in running. He decided to take Xavier's offer and begin learning at the Xavier Institute.
*raises hand* I sent mine to everyone, but I think only Hillan has approved it so far.
So I sent my CS to Skittlez and Nightrunner. Hopefully they get back to me soon. I also noticed something about almost all of our characters: Tragic backstory go!
Name:
Molly Hayes
Alias:
Princess Powerful (Call her Bruiser and you'll find out what she did to Punisher the hard way)
Role:
Titan
Brief Bio:
Molly was born in in 2004, to a doctor and a speech pathologist. Her life was pretty normal, except that every year, around the same time, her parents would take her on trips to go meet with a bunch of other adult couples who also had children. Even though Molly and the other five only saw each other once a year, they became close. One year at the annual meeting of their parents, the six kids overheard their parents conspiring to sacrifice a young girl. Horrified, they couldn't stand by and watch, and after they confronted their parents about it, they were told the girl was going to be sacrificed to bring about a new world order, and that the twelve adults were doing it to give their children a better world to live in. The teens and Molly all ran away, after one of the oldest, a Japanese girl named Nico Minoru, was stabbed in the chest by her mother with a strange-looking staff. Nico absorbed the staff, and gained magic powers. One of the others, a blond girl named Karolina Dean, discovered she actually belonged to an alien race known as the Majesdanians, and found out she could become an entity of iridescent rainbow light, fly, and project energy. Molly discovered that both her parents were mutants, and her own latent X-gene surfaced, granting her super strength. After fighting their way out of their parents' grasp successfully, Molly passed out from the use of her powers.
The next thing she remembers is waking up in a strange house, with Nico, Karolina, and the others, a black boy named Alex Wilder, a blond, surfer-looking kid named Chase Stein, and a girl with awesome purple hair and thick glasses named Gertrude Yorkes. Molly's immediately wanted to go home, and became indignant when Nico told her she couldn't. Nico and the others explained that her parents were evil, that all of their parents were, and that she was much safer with them. Molly took this to mean that there were no more rules, and saw the entire ordeal as a great adventure waiting to happen. After staying under the radar with the Runaways (mostly), punching out The Punisher, and being thrown back in time after a fateful meeting with the Kingpin and subsequently returning, Molly ended up separated from her friends. She was snatched up by the Provost, a seedy man with a number of ill-gotten magical artifacts who employed children to steal for him. Molly organized the other kids to overpower Provost and use his own magic against him to turn him to stone, and headed out in search of her friends.
Before she could find them, she was found by Emma Frost, who attempted to recruit her to join the X-men, but due to her complete disregard for authority and hatred of adults, Molly fought the X-men tooth and nail, although she did develop a crush on Wolverine, much to his chagrin. Eventually she ran away from the X-men as well, and Emma, not sharing Professor Xavier's philosophy that all mutants should be allowed to make their own decisions as to their allegiances, began organizing a search for the rogue child mutant, determined to get her back in the capable hands of the Institute. Molly had different plans, however. She struck out on her own, under the alias of Princess Powerful, operating as a solo vigilante since she had no way to contact her fellow Runaways. Eventually, Infinity, Inc took notice of this small but powerful new hero, and approached her. After discovering that they had no adult supervision and confessing that she was getting lonely fighting bad guys all by herself, she agreed to join. Upon joining, she reunited with three of her old friends. Nico, Karolina, and Chase had all joined Infinity, Inc as well. But it was bittersweet. She discovered that Gert had been killed saving Chase's life, and that Alex had betrayed them and was also dead. Tempered though her elation was, Molly hadn't felt happier in a long time. She was finally home again.
Abilities:
Super strength: Able to lift up to 100 tons, and can apparently violate dimensional barriers, having ripped of Cloak's cloak, which is part of his body and usually renders him intangible. This is theoretically because her powers are psionic in nature, which may hint at potentially greater power as she ages and her abilities develop.
Invulnerability: Molly seems to have some degree of invulnerability when her powers are active, but due to her powers being very draining, this is somewhat limited.
Molly's powers, which may in fact be psionic in nature, are very draining, causing her to become exhausted and fall asleep after short but intense bursts, and at least rest after longer-term moderate use, and unless she activates them, she's basically a normal, if spirited, 11-year-old.
Personality:
Molly is optimistic to a fault, even naive sometimes, but she is surprisingly street smart for an 11-year-old. She's also prone to mood shifts, sometimes at the drop of a hat, but she's generally a cheery, boisterous girl. In a lot of ways, she's still very innocent, and rarely considers the consequences of her actions. She is also very morally black and white, at least according to her own preconceived notions, but her opinion of you matters more than those of others, sometimes to the point of exclusion. Even after her parents were revealed to be supervillains bent on summoning extradimensional entities who would cause the extinction of all life on the planet, she still wanted to go home and be with them after she had been on the run for awhile. When she finally realized just how bad the Pride was, she settled on the opinion that all adults are evil. She's a big fan of the mutant Dazzler's music, and she sleeps with a Doop plush doll. Molly also loves sleep. Even if she didn't have to sleep because her powers are so draining, she'd probably stay in bed all week.
Appearance:
Costume:
Her eyes glow a purplish color when she uses her power, suggesting that it may be psionic in nature. She's about 4'11", and 95 pounds,
Affliation:
Infinity, Inc. (They're the only team that doesn't have to deal with dumb grown ups!), Nico Minoru, Chase Stein, and Karolina Dean (mentors and close friends), Wolverine (love interest)
Other:
Molly having made enemies of the Punisher (which, admittedly, isn't difficult) and having the X-men pursue her is going to cause all kinds of interesting complications... Also, I hope it's alright that I made the surviving Runaways members of Infinity, Inc as well. It seems a better fit than any of the other teams.
Molly Hayes
Alias:
Princess Powerful (Call her Bruiser and you'll find out what she did to Punisher the hard way)
Role:
Titan
Brief Bio:
Molly was born in in 2004, to a doctor and a speech pathologist. Her life was pretty normal, except that every year, around the same time, her parents would take her on trips to go meet with a bunch of other adult couples who also had children. Even though Molly and the other five only saw each other once a year, they became close. One year at the annual meeting of their parents, the six kids overheard their parents conspiring to sacrifice a young girl. Horrified, they couldn't stand by and watch, and after they confronted their parents about it, they were told the girl was going to be sacrificed to bring about a new world order, and that the twelve adults were doing it to give their children a better world to live in. The teens and Molly all ran away, after one of the oldest, a Japanese girl named Nico Minoru, was stabbed in the chest by her mother with a strange-looking staff. Nico absorbed the staff, and gained magic powers. One of the others, a blond girl named Karolina Dean, discovered she actually belonged to an alien race known as the Majesdanians, and found out she could become an entity of iridescent rainbow light, fly, and project energy. Molly discovered that both her parents were mutants, and her own latent X-gene surfaced, granting her super strength. After fighting their way out of their parents' grasp successfully, Molly passed out from the use of her powers.
The next thing she remembers is waking up in a strange house, with Nico, Karolina, and the others, a black boy named Alex Wilder, a blond, surfer-looking kid named Chase Stein, and a girl with awesome purple hair and thick glasses named Gertrude Yorkes. Molly's immediately wanted to go home, and became indignant when Nico told her she couldn't. Nico and the others explained that her parents were evil, that all of their parents were, and that she was much safer with them. Molly took this to mean that there were no more rules, and saw the entire ordeal as a great adventure waiting to happen. After staying under the radar with the Runaways (mostly), punching out The Punisher, and being thrown back in time after a fateful meeting with the Kingpin and subsequently returning, Molly ended up separated from her friends. She was snatched up by the Provost, a seedy man with a number of ill-gotten magical artifacts who employed children to steal for him. Molly organized the other kids to overpower Provost and use his own magic against him to turn him to stone, and headed out in search of her friends.
Before she could find them, she was found by Emma Frost, who attempted to recruit her to join the X-men, but due to her complete disregard for authority and hatred of adults, Molly fought the X-men tooth and nail, although she did develop a crush on Wolverine, much to his chagrin. Eventually she ran away from the X-men as well, and Emma, not sharing Professor Xavier's philosophy that all mutants should be allowed to make their own decisions as to their allegiances, began organizing a search for the rogue child mutant, determined to get her back in the capable hands of the Institute. Molly had different plans, however. She struck out on her own, under the alias of Princess Powerful, operating as a solo vigilante since she had no way to contact her fellow Runaways. Eventually, Infinity, Inc took notice of this small but powerful new hero, and approached her. After discovering that they had no adult supervision and confessing that she was getting lonely fighting bad guys all by herself, she agreed to join. Upon joining, she reunited with three of her old friends. Nico, Karolina, and Chase had all joined Infinity, Inc as well. But it was bittersweet. She discovered that Gert had been killed saving Chase's life, and that Alex had betrayed them and was also dead. Tempered though her elation was, Molly hadn't felt happier in a long time. She was finally home again.
Abilities:
Super strength: Able to lift up to 100 tons, and can apparently violate dimensional barriers, having ripped of Cloak's cloak, which is part of his body and usually renders him intangible. This is theoretically because her powers are psionic in nature, which may hint at potentially greater power as she ages and her abilities develop.
Invulnerability: Molly seems to have some degree of invulnerability when her powers are active, but due to her powers being very draining, this is somewhat limited.
Molly's powers, which may in fact be psionic in nature, are very draining, causing her to become exhausted and fall asleep after short but intense bursts, and at least rest after longer-term moderate use, and unless she activates them, she's basically a normal, if spirited, 11-year-old.
Personality:
Molly is optimistic to a fault, even naive sometimes, but she is surprisingly street smart for an 11-year-old. She's also prone to mood shifts, sometimes at the drop of a hat, but she's generally a cheery, boisterous girl. In a lot of ways, she's still very innocent, and rarely considers the consequences of her actions. She is also very morally black and white, at least according to her own preconceived notions, but her opinion of you matters more than those of others, sometimes to the point of exclusion. Even after her parents were revealed to be supervillains bent on summoning extradimensional entities who would cause the extinction of all life on the planet, she still wanted to go home and be with them after she had been on the run for awhile. When she finally realized just how bad the Pride was, she settled on the opinion that all adults are evil. She's a big fan of the mutant Dazzler's music, and she sleeps with a Doop plush doll. Molly also loves sleep. Even if she didn't have to sleep because her powers are so draining, she'd probably stay in bed all week.
Appearance:
Costume:
Her eyes glow a purplish color when she uses her power, suggesting that it may be psionic in nature. She's about 4'11", and 95 pounds,
Affliation:
Infinity, Inc. (They're the only team that doesn't have to deal with dumb grown ups!), Nico Minoru, Chase Stein, and Karolina Dean (mentors and close friends), Wolverine (love interest)
Other:
Molly having made enemies of the Punisher (which, admittedly, isn't difficult) and having the X-men pursue her is going to cause all kinds of interesting complications... Also, I hope it's alright that I made the surviving Runaways members of Infinity, Inc as well. It seems a better fit than any of the other teams.
I take credit for BoobTongue. :P But my vote is also for Aurora.
Allan and Lysander munched on their snack, enjoying the succulent meat and grilled vegetables on the kabobs as the finale started, gazing up into the sky with wonder. The big armored man and his bear looked for all the world like a child and his pet dog. Allan had been working with the Coalition long enough to know that such a display was just for show and there wasn't much actual magic involved, but he wouldn't let that spoil his enjoyment of the moment. He gave himself over fully to the spectacle, oooing and ahhhing with the rest of the crowd, and joining their cheers, even dancing briefly with a twirling girl, laughing with delight and exulting in celebration. His mechanical joints weren't suited to graceful, flowing movements, however, and after a few steps, he let her pass, since she seemed to be dancing through the crowd, rather than seeking out one partner. He nodded to her graciously, and she blew him a kiss, giggling. So many others were dancing that even her violent yellow dress was lost in the sea of color before long, and still grinning, Allan let the crowd begin to wash him away. There were a few people moving determinedly in the opposite direction of the crowd's flow, however, and one of them found Allan, straightening his disheveled TAC uniform before asking a question.
"What?" Allan called over the din of celebration.
"I said, are you Allan Phaedrus?" The courier had to shout over the white noise of the crowd.
"I am. What tidings does the Coalition send?" Lysander had noticed the exchange, and moved to stand next to Allan, the massive bear parting the crowd enough to give Allan and the courier a bubble.
"This is for you. May the Coalition stand strong!" After producing a letter and proffering it to Allan, the courier was swept away by the crowd before Allan had a chance to reply.
To Lysander, he said, "Let's hope this is good news." He broke the seal and unfolded the letter, reading to himself carefully. It opened with a description of Allan's achievements, and then declared a new mission and ordered him to report to the Marrow Lock Airship hangar at his earliest convenience. Good news indeed. He was enjoying the celebration, but in truth, he really wanted to be out in the field again, doing good for the people the Coalition protected and served. And, in deeper truth, wanted to be out seeing the world and exploring new places. With determination in his eyes and a sense of purpose in his step, he whistled to Lysander and made his way through the crowd towards the hangars.
"What?" Allan called over the din of celebration.
"I said, are you Allan Phaedrus?" The courier had to shout over the white noise of the crowd.
"I am. What tidings does the Coalition send?" Lysander had noticed the exchange, and moved to stand next to Allan, the massive bear parting the crowd enough to give Allan and the courier a bubble.
"This is for you. May the Coalition stand strong!" After producing a letter and proffering it to Allan, the courier was swept away by the crowd before Allan had a chance to reply.
To Lysander, he said, "Let's hope this is good news." He broke the seal and unfolded the letter, reading to himself carefully. It opened with a description of Allan's achievements, and then declared a new mission and ordered him to report to the Marrow Lock Airship hangar at his earliest convenience. Good news indeed. He was enjoying the celebration, but in truth, he really wanted to be out in the field again, doing good for the people the Coalition protected and served. And, in deeper truth, wanted to be out seeing the world and exploring new places. With determination in his eyes and a sense of purpose in his step, he whistled to Lysander and made his way through the crowd towards the hangars.
I just posted. Hilarity ensues with the breast cream.
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