Epic M&M: Issue 3 (IC)

[Deva]

In the gym, Raisa sits on the floor at one end of a length of tumble mats while putting on her dance slippers - not unlike ballet shoes but a little more flexible. Over the sound system a quick rhythm plays softly. Her head bounces lightly with the beat as she stretches her legs out to the side, nearly doing the splits. She closes her eyes and leans forward so her arms are stretched out before her and her forehead is touching the floor.

She sits like that for a moment, letting herself fall into the music, her breathing synchronizing with the rhythm, until she pulls her hands beneath her chest and lifts her body off the floor. Her elbows bent at a ninety degree angle, she lets her weight rest on the back of her upper arms as she holds herself a little over a foot above the floor. She quivers momentarily as she gains her balance, and after a minute she shifts her weight forward and pushes her arms straight to lift her into a handstand with her legs still spread to either side.

Slowly she rotates her legs so they now extend front and back, then pulls them up and together and holds the rigid handstand for a few seconds before letting go of her center. Her hips buckle and she begins to fall backwards, but at the last moment she curves her back and lets the momentum carry her into a series of flips and vaults down the length of the mats. At the opposite end she turns abruptly, takes a few running strides only to cartwheel into a second run of precision vaults. Raisa comes to a stop at the edge of the mat a mere second after the music stops and is walking toward the square mat set out a few feet away when another song, a soft Latin ballad, begins to play.

No matter how bad things seem, she can never stay mad at the world when she dances. It is her sanctuary from the Big Bads, the scary things that lurk in the real world, and the only thing that chases away her darker moods. She could find release in it always and would be content to spend every waking minute just letting the music take her away.

It would be easy, were she not a freak.

It seemed inevitable that "Amazon" would dictate her direction for now. Things were expected of her and she had an obligation to her family and to herself to see it through.

But today, she had one more day to just dance.

With a smile in her eyes, Raisa steps onto the mat and rises to her toes and pirouettes a few times before she settles into a ballet-style dance she uses to warm up with.

 

[Dalamar]

"I believe if that were to happen, there would be a term for us. Slaves," on of you replies candidly.

"Since we enjoy working on projects like this, so do you, so no getting lazy on us," the other says.

"I've heard of talking to yourself, but this is hilarious," Sanchez says as she starts loading the smaller pieces of metal into the furnace.

Johan smiles. "Great minds think alike."

 

[Mordane76]

"In Russia, we have a name for people like her. Неряха. You should ignore her. She's not going to fit well on any team that she's not the center of attention on," Anna says, still sounding disgusted.

"I'm going for breakfast," she says, hanging up.

Looking at the disconnect, X12 sighs. "I'm not sure how one can immediately call one slovenly with little over a week of interaction."

Pondering for a moment, X12 cues back up his message for Empath. "ARIS, scrap my original message. Please take down this message instead:

Empath -- I need to speak with you at your earliest convenience; I have several matters I need to discuss with you, two of which are fairly recent, and one of which that I expect will require more work."

 

[Elementor]

"According to my database, Vincent, you are not required to bring anything. Do you still want me to add that queery to your e-mail?"

"Yes, please do ARIS. I know there isnt a request for anything but it is just polite. Back home whenever my family went over to someone elses home for dinner, my mother would always bring something with her." A flury of stomach growlings, sends Vince on his way to the cafeteria. Upon entering and seeing the game on, Vince kicks in his superspeed to go gather a heaping plate of eggs and bacon then plop down on the couch without havig to miss anymore of the game than he already has. "Whats the score? When did the game start? I cant believe I was missing this!!"

 

[Elementor]

Randall heads out of his room to find Vince. He will fill Vince in on the emails, and challenge him to some video games for a warm-up. He still hasn't decided whether he wants to go to the LAN party or the barbeque though.

"Whos Matt? Oh the kid that was cheating in the arcade? Hehe, he wants to beat us up? Oh hold on a second....YES!! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!! God I love this game." Vince is obviously quite distracted by the TV but is trying to keep up with the conversation at the same time. "Sounds like this chick really digs you to be hunting you down here."

 

[buzzard]

"It sure aint a deer, boy. I'm right behind you," your dad replies.

You move quickly through the underbrush until you come to a small clearing just off the main path through the trees. In it, six rather nasty looking men have cornered two women who look like mother and daughter. Their intentions are plain on their faces. Two of the thugs have long knives and you see a gun tucked into the front of the pants of another.

"I'll take the two on the left, you take the other four," your father says.

Initiatives: Thug1 22, Dad 17, Straightjacket 11, Thug 2-6 8

One thug sees you coming. He tosses the girl he was holding over to another thug and throws his hand at you and your father. A smokey cloud sprays out, engulfing you. You cough and feel very lethargic.

Thug hits with a 19. Will save of 13 fails. You are slowed and limited to a 1/2 action per round, suffering a -2 to attacks.

John will grow to full size, and try a trip attack on the thug that gassed him. He is going to limit his attacks to subdual damage (is that possible in this system?) unless he has some indication that they are likely to pose lethal harm to the women.

buzzard

 

[Velmont]

You eat an apple, you ponder events, and nothing bothers you until the explosions start. You hear them to your right and look over as an immense flaming dragon appears on the track! It lets out a bellow of flame and stalks towards the outer fence of the compound.

Kevin woke up from his dreams and see the flames. Nova He stands up and strat to run in direction of the explosion. As soon as he can see what happening, he will stop and evaluate the situation.

 

[Calinon]

Looking at the disconnect, X12 sighs. "I'm not sure how one can immediately call one slovenly with little over a week of interaction."

OOC: The translation back to English loses a lot. She definitely didn't call her a slob.... try another s word though

A flury of stomach growlings, sends Vince on his way to the cafeteria. Upon entering and seeing the game on, Vince kicks in his superspeed to go gather a heaping plate of eggs and bacon then plop down on the couch without havig to miss anymore of the game than he already has. "Whats the score? When did the game start? I cant believe I was missing this!!"

"Your food was already cooked you know," Cosmo says looking at the smoking ruin of Vince's plate. Apparently the food doesn't have any immunity to high speed friction heat.

"Nasty," Titan says. "Just nasty."

"It's 0-0," says Tara. "It just started."

John will grow to full size, and try a trip attack on the thug that gassed him. He is going to limit his attacks to subdual damage (is that possible in this system?) unless he has some indication that they are likely to pose lethal harm to the women.

OOC: Your attacks are non-lethal damage always.

John grows and stretches, seeming in slow motion. But his movements are enough to grab hold of the thug and he sweeps his legs out from under him. You hear a thump across the clearing as your dad slams one thug's face into a tree. The thug collapses, unconscious.

Hit with 23. Opposed roll is won easily. Thug is prone.

"Jack? Jack what happened? Screw this, I'm out of here!" one thug says, running from your father.

The two thugs holding the women press their knives to the women's throats. "Suggest you back off, freak," one says. The last thug pulls his gun and points it at you. The thug that gassed you rolls to his feet and backs up to the edge of the clearing. Your father stands unnoticed behind the two thugs holding the knives to the women's throats, waiting for your move.

Initiatives: Thug1 22 (prone), Dad 17, Straightjacket 11, Thug 2-6 8 (2 ran, 3 KO, 4-5 coup de grace readied, 6 readied attack)

Kevin woke up from his dreams and see the flames. Nova He stands up and strat to run in direction of the explosion. As soon as he can see what happening, he will stop and evaluate the situation.

You don't have to go far to see that Nova is controlling the dragon. Thunder is there as well, working on summoning his own creature, which is forming up to look like a giant electrical man.

 

[Mule]

"Sounds like this chick really digs you to be hunting you down here."

"I emailed her, actually. But yeah, I think I'm going to spend the day with her and go to the LAN party. Say sorry to Thunder's brother for me."

After he finishes his breakfast, Randall will head back to his room to email Thunder, saying that he's sorry but he is going out with a friend and won't be able to go to the barbeque. Once sent, Randall will go looking for somebody to play some video games with, seeing how Vince will be busy watching the soccer game for quite a while.

 

[Agamon]

After reading the EPIC e-mail, you open the second one and find it is a request to arrange suitable time for delivery from UPS for a package that has been sent to you, prepaid.

The third e-mail is short and to the point.

I shall ignore your insolence this one time, Sanjay Mohan. Before declining service in the name of your country again, I suggest you examine the contents of the package you should be receiving shortly. I believe you showed an aptitude for both Chemistry and Physics in school.

"ARIS, repsond to Thunder's message as follows: 'Thanks, T. You know me and free food. I'm there. Late.'" Sanjay says, after reading all the messages. "For the second, delivery is acceptable anytime before this evening, otherwise anytime tomorrow." He thinks a moment. "As for the third, reply with this: 'I think I made it perfectly clear in my last correspondence that I will not respond very well to threats, Afifi. If the contents of this package are meant to coerce me into submission, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. As for my insolence, that was a promise, not a threat. If you have something you require of me, make sure it doesn't involve a conflict of interest with my teammates.'"

Feeling far more confident than he was last evening, Sanjay leaves his room for the mess hall. His appetite returned, he gets a huge heaping of food and sits down next to Vince. "Hey, Vinny. Whoa, I'm glad I showed up after they ran out of that," he says, looking at his plate. Looking up at the TV he grins. "Alright, football. This is great, and here I thought we were in America. My money's on Spain, any takers?" he says between mouthfuls of food.