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<blockquote data-quote="Dr Midnight" data-source="post: 2836865" data-attributes="member: 69"><p>At Radio Shack, Donovan used his credit card (his dad let him have one with a $5,000 limit, to teach responsibility) to buy the group a few items. He bought six walkie talkie headsets that were voice activated and one high-powered police scanner. </p><p></p><p>He handed out the devices as they all stood in an alley. “This way, we can all keep in contact and know where there’s trouble. While we listen to the scanner, Pixie and Constructor can patrol the skies for trouble the police don’t know about, and alert us when they see something.” </p><p></p><p>Pixie snuck behind a dumpster to change. “Nobody look!” When she came out, she had a green outfit with a bared midriff, gloves, thigh-high leggings and pink boots to match her pink hair. Over her face she wore a mask with large yellow goggle lenses. </p><p></p><p>Savant suited up in a tight black suit that covered everything but his head. His face was covered only by a small domino mask. On his chest in bright yellow, red and green was a curious design that only he knew to be his Latverian family’s coat of arms. A makeshift utility belt ran around his waist and he carried a weapon of his own design, a telescoping staff.</p><p></p><p>Gridiron was wearing a football uniform with red and yellow colors. It bore the number 3. The only thing that separated it from a real football uniform was the black tinted pane of clear plastic that shielded JJ’s face from identification. He carried a football. He intended to see if he could use it as his weapon- make it his “Captain America shield,” as he put it. </p><p></p><p>Herbie had given up on trying to design his own costume and offered the job to Cat. She’d gladly taken to the job and created for Frenzy a hand-tailored catsuit of head-to-toe sleek black lycra. The seams were a dark gray and gave the suit some texture. Twin white triangle-shaped lenses gave Herbie’s eyes a fierce look, and there was an opening in the mask for mouth and chin. Sadly, Cat hadn’t taken into account that Herbie didn’t have much chin to offer, and besides, clinging black lycra only accentuated just how thin and lanky the boy was. </p><p></p><p>Donovan’s costume was entirely magical. With a wave of his hand, he was no longer a heavyset teenager- he was a gangly skeleton wearing an old-style magician’s outfit, complete with white gloves, top hat and red-lined cape. The cape’s high, pointed collar (“for that Doctor Strange feel,” he told the others) completed the look.</p><p></p><p>Emerson, for now, wore only a small black domino mask. His power was his costume, and he walked to a rusted-out old hulk of a car that had been abandoned in the alley. Within moments Emerson was Constructor, a ten foot-tall monster clad in pieces of well-molded metal. His eyes glowed as thin red slits from his robot’s face. “I guess we’re all set, then,” Constructor said. </p><p></p><p>Hex turned on the police scanner. <em>-arjacking on 11th street, suspect is a white male driving a red sedan with-</em></p><p></p><p>Some car sped by on the road. Frenzy, who’d been staring idly in that direction, suddenly bolted toward the road and after the car. </p><p></p><p>Hex cursed. “Crap, was that a red sedan? FRENZY! COME BACK!” It was too late- Frenzy was off and running after the carjacker. </p><p></p><p>A brief chase followed. At the end, the car broke down in the center of the street, having no wheels and a severely damaged body. The carjacker was welded inside the car to await police.</p><p></p><p>“Well,” huffed Frenzy as he finally arrived on the scene. “That sucked.”</p><p></p><p>“You took off running, Frenzy!” Pixie let her bird wings fade away, becoming her normal human arms. “We need to be more organized.”</p><p></p><p>Hex got off the immense white rabbit he’d been riding and let it jump into his tophat. “She’s right, Frenzy. We’re not much of a team if we act as six individuals.”</p><p></p><p>Frenzy looked away from them. “I saw trouble, I reacted. I’m as new to this as everyone here is.”</p><p></p><p>A taxi pulled up and Savant stepped out. He frowned to see the action had ended without his help, but he tipped the cabbie very kindly. “You’re the best, Savant!” cried the cabbie as he sped away, waving.</p><p></p><p>Savant sighed. “I simply must work on a better way to move from place to place.”</p><p></p><p>“We were just saying that we need to be better organi-“ Hex stopped and listened. Sirens were tearing up the street toward them, maybe a block or two away. “We’ve got a choice to make, and quickly. Do we leave the crook for the cops, or do we stay and greet our public for the first time?”</p><p></p><p>They stared at each other while the sirens got louder. “Let’s stay,” Pixie said with a grin. </p><p></p><p>“Yeah,” Constructor said. He sounded excited. The New Legends posed themselves as heroically as they could and awaited the police. </p><p></p><p>The police tore around the corner and stopped. The cops got out, holding guns in the air. “Hey… hey, Lou, it’s them! The… uh…”</p><p></p><p>“New Legends!” the other cop said. </p><p></p><p>“Yeah!” All the policemen looked astounded as they stepped out of their cars. “Is that the carjacker?” asked one. </p><p></p><p>“Yes it is, officer,” Constructor said in his manliest voice. It sounded deepened and amplified. </p><p></p><p>“That wreck is the red sedan? That thing ain’t even got wheels!”</p><p></p><p>People were beginning to gather around. Even though it was eleven at night, the crowd was making quite a stir as the residents of the street came out to meet The New Legends. </p><p></p><p>“Hey, you’re Gridiron!” one of two thrilled ten year-olds shouted. “Can I have your football?”</p><p></p><p>“No,” Gridiron replied, “But I can sign an autograph for you….” He took out a paper and pen. “…WAY UP HERE!” His arms stretched up maybe fifty feet, where they signed the autograph. The kids screamed with delight. </p><p></p><p>Three more kids ran up to Constructor. “Constructorrrrr!” they shouted. “You’re awesome! You’re my favorite robot,” one said. </p><p></p><p>“Um. Thanks.” </p><p></p><p>“Can you sign an auto-graph for me?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes.” Constructor took some scrap paper from the car’s glovebox and began signing. </p><p></p><p>“Can you pick up a car?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes.” </p><p></p><p>“Do it! Pick up that one!” </p><p></p><p>Constructor handed the autograph to the kid. “I’m not picking up that car,” he said, annoyed. </p><p></p><p>Frenzy was watching these exchanges and feeling unsure about participating in the media-friendly side of being in a super-team when he was approached by someone behind him. “Frenzy, right?” </p><p></p><p>He turned and came face to face with a gorgeous girl of maybe nineteen or so. That wasn’t so unusual- what was was that she was looking at Frenzy with interest. Her eyes were wide and she was smiling. No one ever looked at Herbie Miller. He swallowed and tried to speak. “Yeah.”</p><p></p><p>“You’re the coolest. You’re so mysterious! Who are you?” She twirled a curl of hair with her fingers and Herbie felt his mind twirl with that curl… turning around and around like a spoon in a bowl of oatmeal, and with the same effect. </p><p></p><p>“Uhhhh,” was what he said seven seconds before he turned around and walked away. </p><p></p><p>A reporter came up to Hex. “Hex, are you concerned that your skeletal appearance is going to cause a stir with parents’ groups?”</p><p></p><p>“No, and in fact we’re going after them next.” The reporter looked shocked at that. “I was joking,” Hex said. “I guess you can’t tell because my face is a skull. Not really expressive. He tapped his head with a hollow tap-tap sound. </p><p></p><p>A few reporters circled Savant. “…and here we have Savant, whom we heard took a cab here tonight. Is this true, Savant, and what is your function within the team?”</p><p></p><p>Savant took the question in stride with a smile, but inside he cursed the American culture of rudeness. “I’m afraid I don’t discuss team tactics with the press- it gives our enemies that much more of an edge against us.”</p><p></p><p>“Do you have any enemies yet?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes… criminals.” This won an appreciative nod from the reporters and it would make a fine piece for the Sunday papers, but Gustav smiled to himself- he hadn’t actually told them a thing.</p><p></p><p>Hex decided that the group should leave the public wanting more, and he created an escape route. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he cried in a showman’s style, “We must depart… we have more work to do this evening.” He waved his hands with a flourish and a giant magicians’ box appeared. It was carved and painted with arcane glyphs. It was twelve feet tall and five feet to a side. He held the doors open for his teammates, and they stepped inside. Everyone seemed to fit, though that didn’t look possible. </p><p></p><p>“We bid you all a very fond good evening from… the New Legends.” He closed the door and smoke began billowing up around the box. It obscured the box entirely, and when it cleared, the box was gone. The crowd cheered wildly. </p><p></p><p><em><strong>Next:</strong></em><strong> The Welcome Wagon</strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Dr Midnight, post: 2836865, member: 69"] At Radio Shack, Donovan used his credit card (his dad let him have one with a $5,000 limit, to teach responsibility) to buy the group a few items. He bought six walkie talkie headsets that were voice activated and one high-powered police scanner. He handed out the devices as they all stood in an alley. “This way, we can all keep in contact and know where there’s trouble. While we listen to the scanner, Pixie and Constructor can patrol the skies for trouble the police don’t know about, and alert us when they see something.” Pixie snuck behind a dumpster to change. “Nobody look!” When she came out, she had a green outfit with a bared midriff, gloves, thigh-high leggings and pink boots to match her pink hair. Over her face she wore a mask with large yellow goggle lenses. Savant suited up in a tight black suit that covered everything but his head. His face was covered only by a small domino mask. On his chest in bright yellow, red and green was a curious design that only he knew to be his Latverian family’s coat of arms. A makeshift utility belt ran around his waist and he carried a weapon of his own design, a telescoping staff. Gridiron was wearing a football uniform with red and yellow colors. It bore the number 3. The only thing that separated it from a real football uniform was the black tinted pane of clear plastic that shielded JJ’s face from identification. He carried a football. He intended to see if he could use it as his weapon- make it his “Captain America shield,” as he put it. Herbie had given up on trying to design his own costume and offered the job to Cat. She’d gladly taken to the job and created for Frenzy a hand-tailored catsuit of head-to-toe sleek black lycra. The seams were a dark gray and gave the suit some texture. Twin white triangle-shaped lenses gave Herbie’s eyes a fierce look, and there was an opening in the mask for mouth and chin. Sadly, Cat hadn’t taken into account that Herbie didn’t have much chin to offer, and besides, clinging black lycra only accentuated just how thin and lanky the boy was. Donovan’s costume was entirely magical. With a wave of his hand, he was no longer a heavyset teenager- he was a gangly skeleton wearing an old-style magician’s outfit, complete with white gloves, top hat and red-lined cape. The cape’s high, pointed collar (“for that Doctor Strange feel,” he told the others) completed the look. Emerson, for now, wore only a small black domino mask. His power was his costume, and he walked to a rusted-out old hulk of a car that had been abandoned in the alley. Within moments Emerson was Constructor, a ten foot-tall monster clad in pieces of well-molded metal. His eyes glowed as thin red slits from his robot’s face. “I guess we’re all set, then,” Constructor said. Hex turned on the police scanner. [I]-arjacking on 11th street, suspect is a white male driving a red sedan with-[/I] Some car sped by on the road. Frenzy, who’d been staring idly in that direction, suddenly bolted toward the road and after the car. Hex cursed. “Crap, was that a red sedan? FRENZY! COME BACK!” It was too late- Frenzy was off and running after the carjacker. A brief chase followed. At the end, the car broke down in the center of the street, having no wheels and a severely damaged body. The carjacker was welded inside the car to await police. “Well,” huffed Frenzy as he finally arrived on the scene. “That sucked.” “You took off running, Frenzy!” Pixie let her bird wings fade away, becoming her normal human arms. “We need to be more organized.” Hex got off the immense white rabbit he’d been riding and let it jump into his tophat. “She’s right, Frenzy. We’re not much of a team if we act as six individuals.” Frenzy looked away from them. “I saw trouble, I reacted. I’m as new to this as everyone here is.” A taxi pulled up and Savant stepped out. He frowned to see the action had ended without his help, but he tipped the cabbie very kindly. “You’re the best, Savant!” cried the cabbie as he sped away, waving. Savant sighed. “I simply must work on a better way to move from place to place.” “We were just saying that we need to be better organi-“ Hex stopped and listened. Sirens were tearing up the street toward them, maybe a block or two away. “We’ve got a choice to make, and quickly. Do we leave the crook for the cops, or do we stay and greet our public for the first time?” They stared at each other while the sirens got louder. “Let’s stay,” Pixie said with a grin. “Yeah,” Constructor said. He sounded excited. The New Legends posed themselves as heroically as they could and awaited the police. The police tore around the corner and stopped. The cops got out, holding guns in the air. “Hey… hey, Lou, it’s them! The… uh…” “New Legends!” the other cop said. “Yeah!” All the policemen looked astounded as they stepped out of their cars. “Is that the carjacker?” asked one. “Yes it is, officer,” Constructor said in his manliest voice. It sounded deepened and amplified. “That wreck is the red sedan? That thing ain’t even got wheels!” People were beginning to gather around. Even though it was eleven at night, the crowd was making quite a stir as the residents of the street came out to meet The New Legends. “Hey, you’re Gridiron!” one of two thrilled ten year-olds shouted. “Can I have your football?” “No,” Gridiron replied, “But I can sign an autograph for you….” He took out a paper and pen. “…WAY UP HERE!” His arms stretched up maybe fifty feet, where they signed the autograph. The kids screamed with delight. Three more kids ran up to Constructor. “Constructorrrrr!” they shouted. “You’re awesome! You’re my favorite robot,” one said. “Um. Thanks.” “Can you sign an auto-graph for me?” “Yes.” Constructor took some scrap paper from the car’s glovebox and began signing. “Can you pick up a car?” “Yes.” “Do it! Pick up that one!” Constructor handed the autograph to the kid. “I’m not picking up that car,” he said, annoyed. Frenzy was watching these exchanges and feeling unsure about participating in the media-friendly side of being in a super-team when he was approached by someone behind him. “Frenzy, right?” He turned and came face to face with a gorgeous girl of maybe nineteen or so. That wasn’t so unusual- what was was that she was looking at Frenzy with interest. Her eyes were wide and she was smiling. No one ever looked at Herbie Miller. He swallowed and tried to speak. “Yeah.” “You’re the coolest. You’re so mysterious! Who are you?” She twirled a curl of hair with her fingers and Herbie felt his mind twirl with that curl… turning around and around like a spoon in a bowl of oatmeal, and with the same effect. “Uhhhh,” was what he said seven seconds before he turned around and walked away. A reporter came up to Hex. “Hex, are you concerned that your skeletal appearance is going to cause a stir with parents’ groups?” “No, and in fact we’re going after them next.” The reporter looked shocked at that. “I was joking,” Hex said. “I guess you can’t tell because my face is a skull. Not really expressive. He tapped his head with a hollow tap-tap sound. A few reporters circled Savant. “…and here we have Savant, whom we heard took a cab here tonight. Is this true, Savant, and what is your function within the team?” Savant took the question in stride with a smile, but inside he cursed the American culture of rudeness. “I’m afraid I don’t discuss team tactics with the press- it gives our enemies that much more of an edge against us.” “Do you have any enemies yet?” “Yes… criminals.” This won an appreciative nod from the reporters and it would make a fine piece for the Sunday papers, but Gustav smiled to himself- he hadn’t actually told them a thing. Hex decided that the group should leave the public wanting more, and he created an escape route. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he cried in a showman’s style, “We must depart… we have more work to do this evening.” He waved his hands with a flourish and a giant magicians’ box appeared. It was carved and painted with arcane glyphs. It was twelve feet tall and five feet to a side. He held the doors open for his teammates, and they stepped inside. Everyone seemed to fit, though that didn’t look possible. “We bid you all a very fond good evening from… the New Legends.” He closed the door and smoke began billowing up around the box. It obscured the box entirely, and when it cleared, the box was gone. The crowd cheered wildly. [I][B]Next:[/B][/I][B] The Welcome Wagon[/B] [/QUOTE]
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