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7 mos ago
Current The way some people spell makes me wonder about their pronunciation.
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6 yrs ago
They say it's about the journey, not the destination. This is true of many things. Pizza delivery is not one of them.
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7 yrs ago
TFW you know what you want to happen but the words aren't cooperating. Why is plot suddenly so much harder to write?
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7 yrs ago
You can't fix a blank page ~ Neil Gaiman
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7 yrs ago
Neil Gaiman on Friday. Neil Gaiman on Friday. NeilGaimanonFriday NEilGaimanonFridaYNEILGAIMANONFRIDAY NEILGAIMANAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
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I am an adult, though I don't usually act like it. I'm a voracious reader, and not overly picky about books. I am artistic in a variety of areas, including music, drawing, writing, and sculpting. I have a minor obsession with dragons, and love the color violet. Fantasy is my preferred genre, be it past, future, urban...as long as it has a fantasy flavor to it. I also like scifi, mystery, and some horror. I am crazy, and I like tormenting my characters. But I don't bite...much. ^.~


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[ Amuné and Jareth ]




Jareth shook Blast -- Jake's -- hand firmly. Then the hero in green was off, over to Amuné, who nearly stepped back from him. She managed to keep her composure, however, and returned the handshake, though with decidedly less enthusiasm than Jake exuded. "Nice to meet you," she said.

They were joined by another hero, this one apparently from Boston, who introduced himself as Ardent. Jareth went over for a handshake and repeated his name, Terra. Amuné just waved from where she was, and said nothing.

Then Madison showed up, greeting Amuné with a bright smile Amuné couldn't help but return. Even though her mask hid her expressions, the smile was evident in her voice. "Wireframe! I'm doing well, and I hope you are too. Just...remember, it's Oracle when I'm in costume, okay?" Still, Amuné wasn't too upset about the slip.

Meanwhile Ardent and Jake were complaining about the decided lack of Director Powers' presence. Austin, in full armor and bristling with weapons, joined them.

"If he's just showing us off, we're probably going to slip away quietly," Jareth said aloud, glancing over at Amuné. She contributed a nod. "We're very new, and Oracle would prefer to let someone else have the limelight."

"Hey Wiseman, Wireframe. C'mere a second," Amuné said, waving them over toward Jareth. "I want you to meet Terraformer. He's the one I mentioned before, my best friend growing up." She didn't say his real name, but she didn't need to. Both should be familiar with it from her talking about Jareth in the past.

"She's talked a lot about you both," Jareth said, offering his hand to each in turn. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you two."
[ Amuné and Jareth ]




It wasn't exactly a beautiful day in Castleburg -- overcast and a bit nippy was a better way to describe it. And yet Amuné was still enjoying the weather. She preferred cooler temperatures. Jareth did not. He had on a light jacket over his T-shirt and jeans, and his hands shoved deep in the jacket's pockets. The pair had hit the festival early, both in civvie attire. Amuné carried a small backpack with snacks and sunscreen and a few other essentials, just in case. They'd watched a portion of the parade -- the Hugo Powers balloon getting a laugh from them both at how poorly made it was. Then they'd meandered their way down Fifth Avenue towards the Convention Center.

Come noon or so, the pair stopped for lunch at a food truck selling hotdogs, and another selling lemonade. Amuné got herself a corndog, with Jareth going for a big dog with all the fixings. The two found a place to sit at a nearby group of picnic tables and tucked in. Then they went for a lemonade refill, and continued their liesurely walk down the avenue.

It was just passed quarter to one when a chirp in their earbuds indicated a message from their linked smartwatches:

"Attention, heroes. I need a group of you to assist me at the Johnstone Convention Center. If you are available, please come and meet behind the stage. You will be rewarded for your time."


Jareth looked down at his younger friend. "What do you say, Né? Sounds like the Director needs some help."

Amuné chewed on her lip before replying. "I dunno...he might just want us to be on stage, and I'm not willing to expose myself like that. I want to keep a low profile, y'know?"

"You really think the Director would call us for something that trivial?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'm being paranoid, but...the center would be a great place to hit if you wanted to take out a lot of heroes at once."

Jareth's expression immediately turned serious. "Have you--"

"No, no, nothing like that. I'm just a little worried. She smiled up at him as he put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"If anything happens, I'll protect you. You know that right?"

"I know."

"Okay then. So let's check out what the Director wants, and if it's a public appearance, we'll just politely bow out. Sound good?"

Amuné nodded. "Sounds good."

With that decided, the pair walked the hundred remaining yards to the Convention Center, climbed the steps, and made their way inside. Beyond the entryway the Johnstone Convention Center was filled with booths and people. Together the pair wended their way through the crowd to the stage. As they stepped backstage, Amuné triggered her earpiece to deploy her mask. She glanced over at Jareth, then elbowed him.

"Huh? Oh right, hero time." He fished his goggles out of his pocket and put them on, then pulled his bandana up to cover the lower half of his face. "Better?"

She nodded, then looked around the area. It seemed like only one other person was there, and there was no sign of Director Powers. Instead, a hero she recognized as Blast was kicking his feet while sitting on a large crate. Amuné let Jareth go to make introductions as she settled herself in a corner and took off her backpack, placing it on the floor at her feet.

Jareth, ever-friendly, approached the other hero. "Hey there! I recognize you, you're Blast, right? I'm Terra, and over there is Oracle. It's a pleasure to meet you."
@VitaVitaAR So the Japanese schools aren't the only ones in the world? Hmm. I can work with that.

I suppose I could paint Shakti as a guardian angel gone wrong. Its charge died, and it turned to vengeance, then was banished by people who didn't know what the hell it was. As a result now it's tied to shadow, instead of to light. Would that work for you?







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added a little more to powers, added the two measurements you asked for.


@VitaVitaAR Heylo! I am interested in joining, if spots are still open. I do have a few questions: primarily, is it okay if I play someone that is *not* Japanese, but was recruited anyhow because of the potential of her ability/because she was causing a fuss? Either one of the characters I'm thinking of playing had their powers forced upon them, and trouble followed shortly thereafter. I mean, if these two schools are the only ones of their kind in the world, it would make sense to have foreign students.

Secondly, would you be alright with a Seer/oracle type of character? This sort of power would require some input from the GM when I use it, obviously -- and I don't play it all-powerful. The future is a tricky thing. Sometimes visions are unclear, or just plain wrong. I'm thinking (for the character I think I'd prefer to play) that on a family trip to Norway she was blessed/cursed by the Norns. I'm aware this is more of a support power, though it does have some combat uses -- being able to vaguely sense attacks allows for a slightly faster reaction time, and she might be able to suss out an enemy's abilities through physical contact with it. I am having trouble thinking of a good cost, so if you have input there that'd be great.

The other option is a character with a spirit that serves as a melee fighter, emerging from shadows to inflict harm. This character would have been kidnapped by a cult and had her parents tortured and sacrificed (that being the cost) to bring the spirit forth. Shakti is an ancient (and made-up) spirit; I don't know if you're okay with that since it's not specifically Japanese themed and not actually from any mythology, though I do have some created lore for the spirit. I'm also not sure if you're okay with a power that is dangerous to allies -- Shakti *wants* to murder everything it sees as a threat to its host, and that includes civvies and the host's friends. Cas (the character) and Shakti have come to something of an understanding, but it's still...aggressive.

I'd want to talk to you at length about either character's backstory, probably in PM (although discord works too). Please, let me know what you think!
Hazmat suit and a man with what seemed to be force-based abilities made short work of the initial volley of attacks. Izkry frowned as he was asked for an analysis of the lizard-person. His drones had decent sensors, but that only went so far. "Sorry Jason. There's no data available on the 'dragon', either in the Avengers' database or public records. Observation says they're fast and durable, with some sort of web ability. Their body temp seems to be lower than the norm, which might provide an advantage if you can cool them off. They did seem concerned with Pepper's well-being, but now they've rejoined our opponents."

His attention shifted as Dancer chirped a notification in his ear. "We have one going airborne, on some sort of...giant shiny bird? Can't get a good visual beyond the hoodie they're wearing. My guess is the one in the hazmat suit is the source of the radiation; be careful with that one. Pink haired woman seems to be in charge. She's certainly giving orders."

He could only watch in frustration as both the young man in the golden armor and the biker chick were sent tumbling. Armor dude at least had been taken off-guard, but biker chick...biker chick had been overconfident, and apparently paid for it. Though it seemed her injury was closing up, so perhaps it wasn't as bad as Izkry initially feared.

On the gangway of the Quinjet, Belasý adjusted her stance as the woman with the pink hair -- apparently the leader -- turned her way. She wished she had a gun -- it would make things so much easier, but the goal was incapacitation, and not killing. She could understand why, but it still sucked. Even a pistol would be useful -- but again, that was too close to lethal. Bel pulled one of her knives out, holding it at her side. If the woman came at her, Belasý would be ready.
The tour lead them through the majority of the academy. Izkry was most interested in the workshop. For Belasý, the news that she would have not one but three roommates was more concerning -- though she perked up at the sight of a decent kitchen area. They were just about to learn their room assignments when War Machine said they had a situation.

On the way back to the locker rooms, Izkry got Happy's attention. "For this mission, we are aiming to incapacitate our opponents, yes? Or are we supposed to try to kill them?" To his relief, Happy said incapacitation would be sufficient. ^That means no guns, Bel,^ he told his sister, which earned him an exasperated sigh. But she left her rifle case in her locker.

It didn't take long for the pair to change. Neither had what could be called a hero costume. Izkry wore his jeans and swapped his sneakers for combat boots. Belasý too had combat boots, but she wore a thin jogging suit. Both sported lightweight kevlar vests, and Bel tied her hair back and then put it up in a bun. Her canteen was at her side, and her belt held two knives and a short stun rod. Izkry had his whip, and a small backpack.

Izkry spent the brief flight over patching Dancer into the Avengers' network (with permission), and listening to Happy's overview of the situation. The mention of radiation present was concerning, but even moreso was Happy's sudden cry of "Pepper!"

Then they were falling, and Happy was doing his best to make sure it'd be a safe landing. And it was -- rough, but mostly safe. Sigurd immediately stepped into the role of leader, which was fine with Izkry, but bothered Belasý -- how could he lead effectively if he didn't know their abilities? But there was no time to argue.

^Dancer, get airborne and give me an overhead view of this site,^ Izkry said aloud, opening his bag and taking out two tiny quadcopter drones. Dancer chirped an acknowledgement in his earpiece, and the drones started spinning up. In moments the two drones were airborne and out of sight. He pulled a tablet and connected keyboard out of his bag and set them up, as Belasý went to guard the gangway of the Quinjet.

Izkry opened his comm link with a self-conscious smile to himself. "Alright, everyone. Apologies for my bad English -- I'm Izkry, and I'll be your eyes in the sky today." With a soft command to Dancer, he sent one drone to take photos of the five on the ground, with the second drone following after Jason to keep tabs on him and the one called Pepper, also with orders to photograph their sixth opponent.

"Happy, do you recognize any of these people?" he asked, displaying the images across his screen.

Regrettably, one of them actually was recognizable. "One. The blonde with the fur-lined jacket? Anastasia Kravinoff, otherwise known as Kraven the Hunter. Inherited the title from her father after he...Well, that's not important. She's strong, fast, and has a level of martial prowess that could make trained military men and women look like toddlers. Seems like this may be more dangerous than we thought..."

"Hear that, folks? Lady with the spear and the fur jacket is highly dangerous. Take her out from a distance, if you can, as she is extremely competent at close range."
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