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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rybaer" data-source="post: 1554242" data-attributes="member: 118">The Hightower Convention Center, Downtown, Coast CityApril 1621:24The swordsman grunts in acceptance of Lawrence's explanation of his powers...or rather the uncertainty of just how they behave.  He hauls his companion through the halls and up the stairwell back to the ballroom -   Granite leading and Lawrence and Professor watching from behind.A pair of cops join up on the third floor and escort everyone into the ballroom.  Around the same time, a couple non-uniformed detectives arrive and direct the swordsman to a discreet corner to begin preliminary questioning.  The unarmed man and Pestilence are left to lay near the stage.*****Professor Fate spots Sandra Poynter and heads her direction.  The convention-goers watch him closely as he approaches - his powers and costume have pegged him as something of a novelty.  She scarcely opens her eyes at his approach, but she manages a feeble smile and gasps out something indiscernable."Just relax," Professor Fate urges her.  "I might be able to help with this."He lays one hand on her forehead and grips her hand with his other.  Her hand is cool to the touch.  Almost under his breath, the Professor urges her body to bolster itself against Pestilence's disease.  He feels a surge of warm energy flow through his hands and into her.  In mere moments, the pustules on her skin recede and then vanish completely.  Sandra sucks in a deep breath, free of the raspy wheezing.  Her eyes snap open, bright and lucid once again.  She throws her arms around Professor Fate's neck and hugs him fiercely.Into his ear, she whispers, "That makes twice you've saved me, Doctor Faturius."Faturius/Fate hardly notices the mob of Pestilence's victims that have started to clamor for him to save them or their loved ones.*****Granite and Lawrence are just standing about, waiting for the cops to decide what must be done next.  A man clears his throat from behind them, clearly intent on getting their attention.Granite recognizes him immediately - Arty Hagan, the reporter from the yesterday in the park.  He looks a little bit sweaty and is breathing heavily, but he has an enthusiastic look on his face."Well, well, well," he says.  "When I heard the breaking news about a metahuman brawl down at the convention center, I didn't exactly expect to see you here.  Must be my lucky day...a chance to get the inside track on the biggest story since the curtains first struck."He seems to realize Lawrence finally.  "Oh, hey," he says, offering his hand.  "Arty Hagan, Coast City Chronicle.  Are you with him?"*****"Can I get you anything else to drink?" a familiar voice says to Jorgi.  He rolls his head to the side and sees the goth girl standing a few feet away.  He can tell that she's disturbed by the visible evidence of Pestilence's attack, but she seems determined not to let it become an issue."Our management decided that a few employees should stick around to see to the needs of the guests," she says.  "Guess the cops expect us to be stuck here for a while.  So, those of us who were in the kitchens when that rag-wearing guy came through were 'volunteered'.  Guess they figured we were already potentially exposed.  Oh well."She favors him with a resigned smile.</blockquote>

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