Amazing Tales from Centropolis
jmucchiello
Hero
Princess Starlight has the cutest face, eyes perhaps twice as wide as a normal human, as she sees the little fox. "I certainly am," she sing-songs before her demeanor changes, becoming more subdued. To Kim, "Er, do you know this talking fox?"
To the fox, "Um, who are you?"
To the fox, "Um, who are you?"
jmucchiello
Hero
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(OOC - I believe the DC is the rank +10, so that'd be 17. An 18 beats it, so she realizes that 'Starfox' appears to simply be a kind of image...lacking substance. Whether that means Starfox is not 'real' or not depends on Princess! After all, what IS real? How do you DEFINE it? /Morpheus 
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)jmucchiello
Hero
The Princess puts her hands on her hips and looks down at the fox. Her face has a disappointed demeanor. She points at the fox with her right hand, raising it up and down in scolding manner as she simultaneously taps her foot. Her voice fails to be as stern as it should be, "Where have you been Starfox? I've looked everywhere for you."
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jonathonhawke
Explorer
After many hours of pondering, Bobby decided that working with the other heroes was probably the best idea. So at 9:15, the front doors to the Tower blew open, and Silver Streak appeared in the center of the lobby, and started walking toward the desk. "Am I late? Is this where the he-" he stopped short as he entered the Princess' ambiance.
pathfinderq1
First Post
*TODAY (Continued):
Bella managed to look back over at the TV- the shrill blast of the BREAKING NEWS! alert had almost become routine. She forced herself to pay attention though- it might be something she could help with...
But this report was different. She leaned forward expectantly as the news anchor read out the lead- and as the video message began, Bella noticed that she was reflexively clenching her left hand, as if she was wearing her Portal Glove. This was bad. Halfway through the message, Bella heard a sharp intake of breath, and the sound of breaking plates- someone had dropped their tray and run from the room. The message was sobering certainly-if this mysterious figure had caused the storm, he had to have immense power. How could anyone, even the city's most famous metahumans, the Centurions, stand up to something like that?
They would have to try, though, because Bella knew they wouldn't be getting a lot of help from around the country. With a threat like this, an assured statement of destroying other major cities, all of the other metahumans would be protecting their own homes, in case the threat was no mere boast. The heroes of Centropolis were on their own.
Bella leaned back into the couch as the newswoman returned to her summary, and the beginning of an endless cascade of useless "analysis". She thought about the Centurions, what she had heard of them since she moved here, what she had seen on the news over the last few days. Names, images, tidbits of power profiles salted with rumor and gossip- she had been interested in metas for a while, and her memory was very good- but she hadn't really studied them as well as she should have.
One thing was for sure. Whoever they were, they were going to need all the help they could get. This was not the kind of threat that she could watch from the sidelines. 'Oh, Mercurio... I hope you are watching this on wizard TV or whatever,' she thought, with a twisted grin.
She bounced up off the couch, and headed up to her room.
A few minutes later, she was clad in the form-fitting grey suit, her Sealskin, and the Portal Glove was snugly in place on her left wrist. She had managed to call her mother- who was of course, still asleep on California time; she had told her not to worry, and said she would call back. She would probably be able to keep that promise- after all the 'deadline' wasn't until tomorrow. She took one more look around the comfortably cluttered dorm room, ending up facing out the window- just as the sun broke through the breaking clouds.
*
Seconds later, Warp was in the well-landscaped greenery of Atlas Dedication park. She had come here a few times since she had moved to Centropolis, mostly when she was thinking about her powers, and what responsibility she had because of the gifts. It looked different now- it was deserted, for one thing, and the picturesque surroundings were a muddy, branch-littered mess. Some groundskeeper was going to have a LOT of work to do out here...
Warp paused for a moment, taking her bearings, then flickered through space to stand beside the smaller statue of Atlas in one of the groves. It was a small scale replica of the famous piece atop Monolith Tower, complete with a plaque that told the story of Atlas and his sacrifice to save the city. Warp reached out and laid her right hand on the statue, reading the plaque again even though she had it memorized. THIS was what it meant to have powers.
Behind her she heard an intake of breath and the squelch of footsteps in the muddy grass. Without turning, she knew who was there- she was not the only person to make this pilgrimage. Many others would come to look at the statue today, to think about what was to come. She turned anyway, looking at the first two pilgrims- a well-dressed woman and a plainly dressed young man. They were looking at her more than they were looking at the statue, and that wouldn't do...
In the blink of an eye, she was gone...
Warp had heard that part of the Tower was shielded against teleportation, but she knew that the lobby wasn't- at least most of the time. Still, it wouldn't really do to pop into Centurions Tower a mere hour or so after such a startling ultimatum- they might be just a bit on edge, after all.
She popped in on the sidewalk outside- normally that would have been a risk, due to the typical amount of foot traffic through the area on a work day. There weren't many people on the streets today, though, and most of them were giving the tower a wide berth, just in case "something were to happen- you know, reasonable caution"... Warp stood still for a moment, looking in through the glass- reception desk, receptionist, guards, young woman, anime schoolgirl, glittering lightning guy... Yes, this was the right place, it seemed.
Another blink, and she was inside the lobby, but not close to any of the others. She knew her sudden appearance might provoke the guards, and she didn't want anyone to get hurt- so she placed herself far enough away that she wouldn't get someone blasted. She wasn't really worried about herself.
And she didn't need to have worried at all, it seemed- both of the guards, and most of the other people in the lobby, were focusing on the schoolgirl. Something was definitely wrong- not terribly so, but more than normal social discomfort. Warp stood balanced and ready to move, her hands open and extended to her sides, the glittering black metal glove on her left hand motionless- no overt threat besides her sudden appearance...
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>So in the lobby, but away from the others- Though possibly close to where Kitsune is hidden?
>Perception check 1d20+8= 24 I think this is good enough to get a hit from Danger Sense about la princessa...
>Will roll 1d20+10= 23 She should be out of range (I think the lobby is big enough- I know mine would be), but just in case...
>Rolls: http://www.coyotecode.net/roll/lookup.php?rollid=151500
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Bella managed to look back over at the TV- the shrill blast of the BREAKING NEWS! alert had almost become routine. She forced herself to pay attention though- it might be something she could help with...
But this report was different. She leaned forward expectantly as the news anchor read out the lead- and as the video message began, Bella noticed that she was reflexively clenching her left hand, as if she was wearing her Portal Glove. This was bad. Halfway through the message, Bella heard a sharp intake of breath, and the sound of breaking plates- someone had dropped their tray and run from the room. The message was sobering certainly-if this mysterious figure had caused the storm, he had to have immense power. How could anyone, even the city's most famous metahumans, the Centurions, stand up to something like that?
They would have to try, though, because Bella knew they wouldn't be getting a lot of help from around the country. With a threat like this, an assured statement of destroying other major cities, all of the other metahumans would be protecting their own homes, in case the threat was no mere boast. The heroes of Centropolis were on their own.
Bella leaned back into the couch as the newswoman returned to her summary, and the beginning of an endless cascade of useless "analysis". She thought about the Centurions, what she had heard of them since she moved here, what she had seen on the news over the last few days. Names, images, tidbits of power profiles salted with rumor and gossip- she had been interested in metas for a while, and her memory was very good- but she hadn't really studied them as well as she should have.
One thing was for sure. Whoever they were, they were going to need all the help they could get. This was not the kind of threat that she could watch from the sidelines. 'Oh, Mercurio... I hope you are watching this on wizard TV or whatever,' she thought, with a twisted grin.
She bounced up off the couch, and headed up to her room.
A few minutes later, she was clad in the form-fitting grey suit, her Sealskin, and the Portal Glove was snugly in place on her left wrist. She had managed to call her mother- who was of course, still asleep on California time; she had told her not to worry, and said she would call back. She would probably be able to keep that promise- after all the 'deadline' wasn't until tomorrow. She took one more look around the comfortably cluttered dorm room, ending up facing out the window- just as the sun broke through the breaking clouds.
*
Seconds later, Warp was in the well-landscaped greenery of Atlas Dedication park. She had come here a few times since she had moved to Centropolis, mostly when she was thinking about her powers, and what responsibility she had because of the gifts. It looked different now- it was deserted, for one thing, and the picturesque surroundings were a muddy, branch-littered mess. Some groundskeeper was going to have a LOT of work to do out here...
Warp paused for a moment, taking her bearings, then flickered through space to stand beside the smaller statue of Atlas in one of the groves. It was a small scale replica of the famous piece atop Monolith Tower, complete with a plaque that told the story of Atlas and his sacrifice to save the city. Warp reached out and laid her right hand on the statue, reading the plaque again even though she had it memorized. THIS was what it meant to have powers.
Behind her she heard an intake of breath and the squelch of footsteps in the muddy grass. Without turning, she knew who was there- she was not the only person to make this pilgrimage. Many others would come to look at the statue today, to think about what was to come. She turned anyway, looking at the first two pilgrims- a well-dressed woman and a plainly dressed young man. They were looking at her more than they were looking at the statue, and that wouldn't do...
In the blink of an eye, she was gone...
Warp had heard that part of the Tower was shielded against teleportation, but she knew that the lobby wasn't- at least most of the time. Still, it wouldn't really do to pop into Centurions Tower a mere hour or so after such a startling ultimatum- they might be just a bit on edge, after all.
She popped in on the sidewalk outside- normally that would have been a risk, due to the typical amount of foot traffic through the area on a work day. There weren't many people on the streets today, though, and most of them were giving the tower a wide berth, just in case "something were to happen- you know, reasonable caution"... Warp stood still for a moment, looking in through the glass- reception desk, receptionist, guards, young woman, anime schoolgirl, glittering lightning guy... Yes, this was the right place, it seemed.
Another blink, and she was inside the lobby, but not close to any of the others. She knew her sudden appearance might provoke the guards, and she didn't want anyone to get hurt- so she placed herself far enough away that she wouldn't get someone blasted. She wasn't really worried about herself.
And she didn't need to have worried at all, it seemed- both of the guards, and most of the other people in the lobby, were focusing on the schoolgirl. Something was definitely wrong- not terribly so, but more than normal social discomfort. Warp stood balanced and ready to move, her hands open and extended to her sides, the glittering black metal glove on her left hand motionless- no overt threat besides her sudden appearance...
[sblock= OOC]
>So in the lobby, but away from the others- Though possibly close to where Kitsune is hidden?
>Perception check 1d20+8= 24 I think this is good enough to get a hit from Danger Sense about la princessa...
>Will roll 1d20+10= 23 She should be out of range (I think the lobby is big enough- I know mine would be), but just in case...
>Rolls: http://www.coyotecode.net/roll/lookup.php?rollid=151500
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The receptionist looks over at the pair of guards and yells "Hey snap out of it you two!! Its just a girl..." but the continue to seem confused and staring at Princess. She suddenly looks down at her desk and says into the teams intercom "Mr. Shadow... it appears we have had an authorized teleporter enter the lobby area just now"
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