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A lot of things happened within the first 180 seconds of the so called 'Alpha squad' landing at the bank, the most principle of which was Vincent quickly scurrying off to a corner to vomit into a miraculously un-demolished potted plant. Whatever Frankenstein-esque concoction of Julian's future-tech and Conor's bastard runes the pair had come up with had felt like it had teleported Vincent, left his stomach behind, and then suddenly caught up with itself and transplanted it back in, only upside-down and back-to-front. He heaved the last of his lunch in the now-soiled topsoil, and cursed Julian's experiments while resolving to walk back to the base after the night was done.

The second thing that happened was farcical comedy of errors that wrapped up near the entire team; Vincent lifted his head just in time to watch a man the size of a gorilla who'd just eaten another gorilla burst through the wall and slammed into Charity and Conor. The pair went flying and then all of sudden Jules had drawn a pistol and was unloading rounds into the beast's back - Vincent was taken aback by their erstwhile leader's readiness to dispense lethal violence, and felt within him an odd sense of near-relief when he witnessed the bullets merely dent the brute's skin, like his muscles were weaved of Kevlar. The response was far more effective: briefcase or not, Vincent could feel the blow Julian took as he was tossed backwards. Dandy got involved, and then Charity was suddenly on her feet and around their foe's neck with surprising speed and resilience.

And then Hana turned up, and all semblance of control over the situation was ripped through the floor with her.

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Kalgoorlie and Tarcoola are towns, rather than cities. Kalgoorlie has a population of less than 30,000 people, Tarcoola's out in the desert and has a population of 38 (as of 2006).

But yeah, Tarcoola's named after a horse. Kalgoorlie's named after the Wangai (regional Aboriginal) word, basically translated to "place of bush bananas/silky pears".

@Hound55

Man, I take back what I said. I wish England had culture.

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At airports they have these guys called "runners". Who basically process and rush data back and forth between air traffic controllers.

I'm sort of like that, but for trains on Australia's national network...

I handle all the live running train data from Kalgoorlie, through Adelaide up as far north as Tarcoola way, across to Melbourne and/or Sydney and the track up towards Brisbane.

@Hound55

My main takeaway from this is that you ozzies have ridiculous names for your cities.

Otherwise, neat job.

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How do you make a living, Hound? Out of interest.

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but much uglier, and nobody likes you."

@Dead Cruiser

Too many sentences in my life end just like this.

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Every time I read the name Eilidh, this tune comes to mind

Come on, Eilidh

@Enarr

Alternatively there’s this vastly superior cover:

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Through all the languished proceedings of strangers pretending they liked each other; various clashing personalities and worldviews colliding around the room; stilted conversations beating him into cauliflour brain, let alone ears; inter-personal dynamics as friction-free as coarse-grade sandpaper dragged over a poorly-fixed pothole; saccharine and skin-deep sweetness shared by freaks and rejects. Vincent watched Cece with amusement - he'd seen her social media presence, it was hard not to with how aggressively present it was within the team - and wondered what she was like beneath instagram. He wondered if there was anything beneath instagram at all.

But he was getting sidetracked with quiet, self-satisfying belittling. At least instagram was a purpose. In truth, throughout all the goings-on, the practiced disinterested glaze in Vincent's eyes belied the true attention he was paying to Eilidh, who found herself assaulted on all sides, the inane chatter seemingly inescapable. There was a quality to the blind girl that stirred a long-suppressed protective streak in Vincent, something innately soft and comforting. The cynic in him wondered how much of that was the girl herself playing mind tricks. The rest of him wondered to what degree he was able to manufacture reasonsfor burning bridges. Eilidh fundamentally wasn't - couldn't be - fooled by his rehearsed aloofness. There was something equal part frightening and freeing in that.

Vincent's posturing self-diagnosis and armchair psychology was interrupted by Julian's goading about some new experiment, which was quietly absorbed and packed away and stored to be used as fuel for retaliation later. The ginger fuck's smug superiority complex never failed to light a fire under Vincent's ass. It was good to have a reliable source of motivation for pissing the self-important jerk off. Julian needed it, was Vincent's honest take; a mind and ego like his, without people to bring him back in line, was how mega-assholes like Julian's progenitor came to be.

But Julian and Vincent's back-and-forth was merely back-and-forth, and they both enjoyed it in a certain light; it was Hana's quiet jeering at Eilidh that really got Vincent's goat, and he slowly winched himself up off the floor to do something about it. What, he wasn't sure - Hana would probably put him through a wall far quicker than he could adjust his destination to a comfy mattress - but he was standing now and had begun walking and adjusted his direction and well, in for a penny. Make it count, smartass, because you won't be able to say much else a couple minutes from now.

Thank Christ then that the entire volatile tableau was disrupted by Booster's flying toaster, and Julian quickly changed into his big-boy pants and started alternatingly stroking his ego barking orders and stroking himself while getting all involved in tech and circuitry from the far-off future of two thousand-and-whatever. Vincent swiveled on the balls of his feet locked eyes with Julian, who he could see visibly sigh at what both boys knew was inevitable. Vincent stepped forward, one moment in the kitchen on the far side of the counter, the next his foot falling mere inches from Julian's toes.

"Six at least, who beat Booster's D-list ass into next week's F-tier? Co-ordinated? Prepped for intervention from actual, capable, seasoned professional capes?"
Vincent suppressed a smirk as he saw a flash of pique across Julian's face, hidden from the team but not from Vincent; he clapped a hand to Julian's shoulder and let the kid make a show of pushing it off with no small amount of force.
"I say if you wanna organise ritual teen suicide there are easier ways to go about it, chuck." Vincent leaned in surreptitiously, hushing his next words but making sure his body language screamed that he was talking of Hayden: _{"I mean christ, kid, some of us ain't even had the joys of puberty yet."}

Julian shoved Vincent back, and this time Vincent let the smirk blossom full force, which he was pleased to see caused a flaring of his would-be 'leader's' nostrils. He let the moment hang, wanting the next to be extra sweet for the subversion of expectations.

"I'm in. Either I get to say 'I told you so' after I've had to save you and the rest of the Chump Champs, or I get to make a clean getaway, or God's looking the other way and we pull it off and I can carve off a piece of glory." He patted Julian's quickly-reddening cheeks as he envisioned his room as clear as day, reaching through space to pull it towards him; as he took a step backwards, he said "Feels like a Win-Win-Win to me, Jules!", and then pulled his other foot through and let space unfold behind him, vanishing from the lounge entirely.

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In lieu of an IC post (kind of waiting for the plot to start, as I feel engaging sociably with a large number of the team is somewhat out-of-character for Vincent), I have a discussion point instead:

What do you guys have in mind for the development of your characters? How do you envision their power scaling up, and what does endgame look like for each of you? Do you have any hidden backstories or dark secrets that tie into your development plans (without spoilers)?

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A lurking little pervert like me has no business in a game this rapid. I’ll have to beef up my future posts to make up for it.

Caught up with the IC; I will likely wait for Julian to initiate the bank defence job when Booster’s robot arrives and then be assigned as the resident ‘porter for the less-mobility-abled of the team. Or return to being grounded like the naughty little boy Vincent is. Or I may chuck a little flavour post in tomorrow afternoon depending on where we’re sitting in the IC by then.

Loving the team mingling, though. Eilidh seems to be something of a squad favourite. The sensitive nice woobie that everyone instinctually protects? I think it has to be said I’m enjoying Dandy the most right now personally.

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aw ;-; Conor <3

to be on topic, or promote a discussion -

What kind of music does your character enjoy? What would their theme song be?

@Stormflyx

Honestly? I was coming back from the gym yesterday and cycling through playlists and it struck me that Vincent is probably a big Mars Volta guy.