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KahlessNestor
Adventurer
No worries on the Silver Storm, then. We did use a version of that in our Centropolis game 
And yeah, her family is pretty set. This is an import from other games (have used various members in various games). Standard mutants is fine. I've eliminated the prejudice factor and the people that killed her family were just a random meta terrorist group.
Thanks!
And yeah, her family is pretty set. This is an import from other games (have used various members in various games). Standard mutants is fine. I've eliminated the prejudice factor and the people that killed her family were just a random meta terrorist group.
Thanks!
KahlessNestor
Adventurer
Okay, so this was annoyingly running around in my head all day, so I finally got it out of there. It's a bit long, so I'll break it up into parts so you can read in smaller chunks at your leisure.
Freedom City/Riverside
Autumn/Evening
The late afternoon sun was warm on this early autumn day as Heather stepped out of the Science College campus at Freedom University, her bag slung over her shoulder. The light breeze ruffled the sundress she wore, magenta with white polka dots, and strappy sandals padded quietly on the pavement. She scrolled through a few items on her phone and then tucked it away in her bag.
Catching the monorail that circled the downtown area, Heather spotted the Daily Word on a seat and picked it up, looking over the front page story about the evacuation of Centropolis under threats from some villain named Dr. Apocalypse. Heather sighed and shook her head.
It took about twenty minutes to get to Riverside from the North End and then another ten minute walk to her the three story brownstone in which Heather lived on the third floor. After trudging up the stairs, Heather paused on the second landing. Something smelled really good! That definitely wasn’t the usual curry scent from the Patel’s in 211. It almost smelled like mom’s pot roast.
Heather dug her keys out of her bag as she went up the final flight of stairs and walked down the hall to her door. She paused with the key in the lock, though. Someone was inside! Heather tensed and reached out with her mind. She brushed over a familiar, cheerful presence and sighed, her tense shoulders relaxing as she opened her door.
She had found the source of the delightful smell. Heather inhaled and smiled as she closed the door behind her and dropped her bag and the newspaper on the small dining table. The apartment was a small loft, sufficiently sized for a lone university student, but not very fancy. A bed tucked into one corner, the rest turned over to a sofa, bookshelves, the small dining table, and a small kitchen, which was currently in use by an attractive young redheaded woman in her mid-twenties in jeans and a green capped sleeve t-shirt. Emerald eyes looked up and a bright smile greeted Heather, bronze freckles scattered across alabaster skin and a pert nose. A few streaks of blonde ran through the red hair, and the front forelock was white, curling down over the pert nose until the woman gave a puff to blow it futilely out of her green eyes.
“Heather!” the woman said, coming over and giving the college girl a tight hug.
Heather smiled and returned the hug. “Tamar, you know I didn’t tell you where I leave my spare key so you can just pop in anytime,” Heather chuckled.
“Ah was in town, thought Ah’d drop by,” Tamar said.
“In town?” Heather said skeptically. “From Atlanta?”
Tamar shrugged and grinned mischievously at the younger woman. “Yer fridge is practically empty, so Ah went shoppin’ an’ made dinner,” the redhead said in her Appalachian drawl.
“Mama’s pot roast,” Heather said with a fond sigh.
“An’ apple pie fer dessert,” Tamar added.
“You’ll spoil me.” Heather looked around her apartment. She was normally a fairly neat person, but she knew she’d had some old carryout boxes and dirty clothes lying around from couple late nights studying and not getting a chance to pick up after herself. “And ya cleaned. And made the bed.” Heather’s own accent slipped out accidentally and she winced to herself.
“Just a bit. Certainly easier cleanin’ up after ya than after Kenny!” Tamar said, rolling her eyes and returning to the kitchen. “Dinner should be ready in an hour.”
TBC
Freedom City/Riverside
Autumn/Evening
The late afternoon sun was warm on this early autumn day as Heather stepped out of the Science College campus at Freedom University, her bag slung over her shoulder. The light breeze ruffled the sundress she wore, magenta with white polka dots, and strappy sandals padded quietly on the pavement. She scrolled through a few items on her phone and then tucked it away in her bag.
Catching the monorail that circled the downtown area, Heather spotted the Daily Word on a seat and picked it up, looking over the front page story about the evacuation of Centropolis under threats from some villain named Dr. Apocalypse. Heather sighed and shook her head.
It took about twenty minutes to get to Riverside from the North End and then another ten minute walk to her the three story brownstone in which Heather lived on the third floor. After trudging up the stairs, Heather paused on the second landing. Something smelled really good! That definitely wasn’t the usual curry scent from the Patel’s in 211. It almost smelled like mom’s pot roast.
Heather dug her keys out of her bag as she went up the final flight of stairs and walked down the hall to her door. She paused with the key in the lock, though. Someone was inside! Heather tensed and reached out with her mind. She brushed over a familiar, cheerful presence and sighed, her tense shoulders relaxing as she opened her door.
She had found the source of the delightful smell. Heather inhaled and smiled as she closed the door behind her and dropped her bag and the newspaper on the small dining table. The apartment was a small loft, sufficiently sized for a lone university student, but not very fancy. A bed tucked into one corner, the rest turned over to a sofa, bookshelves, the small dining table, and a small kitchen, which was currently in use by an attractive young redheaded woman in her mid-twenties in jeans and a green capped sleeve t-shirt. Emerald eyes looked up and a bright smile greeted Heather, bronze freckles scattered across alabaster skin and a pert nose. A few streaks of blonde ran through the red hair, and the front forelock was white, curling down over the pert nose until the woman gave a puff to blow it futilely out of her green eyes.
“Heather!” the woman said, coming over and giving the college girl a tight hug.
Heather smiled and returned the hug. “Tamar, you know I didn’t tell you where I leave my spare key so you can just pop in anytime,” Heather chuckled.
“Ah was in town, thought Ah’d drop by,” Tamar said.
“In town?” Heather said skeptically. “From Atlanta?”
Tamar shrugged and grinned mischievously at the younger woman. “Yer fridge is practically empty, so Ah went shoppin’ an’ made dinner,” the redhead said in her Appalachian drawl.
“Mama’s pot roast,” Heather said with a fond sigh.
“An’ apple pie fer dessert,” Tamar added.
“You’ll spoil me.” Heather looked around her apartment. She was normally a fairly neat person, but she knew she’d had some old carryout boxes and dirty clothes lying around from couple late nights studying and not getting a chance to pick up after herself. “And ya cleaned. And made the bed.” Heather’s own accent slipped out accidentally and she winced to herself.
“Just a bit. Certainly easier cleanin’ up after ya than after Kenny!” Tamar said, rolling her eyes and returning to the kitchen. “Dinner should be ready in an hour.”
TBC
KahlessNestor
Adventurer
Heather nodded and started unpacking her bag as Tamar pulled the apple pie from the oven and put it aside to cool. “So how is everyone?” Heather asked.
“Matthew’s gettin’ ready ta graduate,” Tamar said. “Tryin’ ta figure out what he wants ta do next. Ah’ve suggested medical school, but Ah think he’s leanin’ more toward community college an’ becomin’ an EMT.”
Heather frowned, stacking her books at her desk and tossing her bag on the chair beside it. “Is that wise, given his empathy?” she asked.
Tamar shrugged. “Ah think he wants ta be where he can do the most good, immediately on the scene,” she said. “Ah told him he can do just as much good at a hospital, without all the trauma. But he’s gettin’ better at handlin’ other people’s pain.”
“That’s good,” Heather noted. “He’ll need to learn to function when in pain. Compartmentalize.”
Tamar nodded and opened the cupboards to find Heather’s dishes.
“And Kenny?” Heather asked, going to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water. Well, her sister certainly hadn’t been lying when she’d said she went shopping! The fridge was full! “You do know half this stuff will go bad before I get a chance to eat it,” Heather commented.
“Ya need ta eat better, then!” Tamar scolded, bringing the dishes around to the table.
Heather grabbed her water and opened it, sipping as she went to help her sister set the table. “Kenny?” she prompted.
“Trouble, as ever.” Tamar rolled her eyes. “Has himself a band now at the academy. An’ several girls hissin’ at each other over him.”
Heather gave a small smile. “That’s Kenny,” she mused. “At least he can keep it quiet.”
“Ya’d think.” Tamar shook her head.
TBC
“Matthew’s gettin’ ready ta graduate,” Tamar said. “Tryin’ ta figure out what he wants ta do next. Ah’ve suggested medical school, but Ah think he’s leanin’ more toward community college an’ becomin’ an EMT.”
Heather frowned, stacking her books at her desk and tossing her bag on the chair beside it. “Is that wise, given his empathy?” she asked.
Tamar shrugged. “Ah think he wants ta be where he can do the most good, immediately on the scene,” she said. “Ah told him he can do just as much good at a hospital, without all the trauma. But he’s gettin’ better at handlin’ other people’s pain.”
“That’s good,” Heather noted. “He’ll need to learn to function when in pain. Compartmentalize.”
Tamar nodded and opened the cupboards to find Heather’s dishes.
“And Kenny?” Heather asked, going to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water. Well, her sister certainly hadn’t been lying when she’d said she went shopping! The fridge was full! “You do know half this stuff will go bad before I get a chance to eat it,” Heather commented.
“Ya need ta eat better, then!” Tamar scolded, bringing the dishes around to the table.
Heather grabbed her water and opened it, sipping as she went to help her sister set the table. “Kenny?” she prompted.
“Trouble, as ever.” Tamar rolled her eyes. “Has himself a band now at the academy. An’ several girls hissin’ at each other over him.”
Heather gave a small smile. “That’s Kenny,” she mused. “At least he can keep it quiet.”
“Ya’d think.” Tamar shook her head.
TBC
KahlessNestor
Adventurer
Heather retrieved the silverware as she waited for the next family update, but it never came. She looked over at Tamar with concern. “What about Emmy?” she asked.
Tamar had actually brought a tablecloth to put out and busied herself adjusting non-existent wrinkles before she straightened up and looked at Heather, biting her lip uncertainly.
“Mary Ellen...has disappeared,” Tamar said quietly.
Heather looked at her sister in shock. “Disappeared! Where?”
“Well, if Ah knew that, Ah’d be draggin’ her home by her ear now, wouldn’t Ah?” she said.
Heather floated the silverware over to the table. “What happened?”
Tamar sighed, sinking into her chair, looking like she’d aged five years. She pushed the white forelock out of her face. “Ah don’t rightly know yet,” she admitted. “Ya know how she was this summer when ya were home…”
“Boy crazy?” Heather nodded.
Tamar gave a wry smile. “Guess that’s as good a description as any,” she agreed. “An’ her powers had just come in.”
Heather nodded. “The pheromone manipulation. Got her into some trouble, but Ah -- I -- thought she got that under control.”
“She did, more or less, though she’s been a bit...unscrupulous about usin’ it,” Tamar said testily.
Heather smiled. “Emmy was always a manipulative little brat,” she pointed out with a chuckle, brushing back her brunette hair.
“Emmy was datin’ this boy, Reihan,” Tamar said. “Ah guess they were datin’, anyway. She had a couple boys she was toyin’ with. Well, they...found Ryan in Emmy’s bed.”
Heather blushed. “Well, that ain’t so bad…” She cringed when Tamar shot her a look..
“He was dead, Heather. Dead an’ naked, with a big, silly grin on his face, like he’d just had the best time of his life.”
“Oh, jeez,” Heather gasped.
“Preliminary autopsy said there was no obvious cause of death. Just...his heart stopped. Emmy left a note sayin’ she was so very sorry and she had to leave before she hurt someone else.”
Tamar’s green eyes glistened with tears, and Heather came over and pulled her older sister into a hug.
“Ah thought mebbe she’d come up here ta you, that mebbe ya’d seen ‘er.”
Heather shook her head. “I haven’t, Tam,” she said sadly, wiping at her own tears. “We...weren’t that close,” she admitted. “You try tracking her?”
Tamar sighed. “She left her comm badge with the note, as well as her phone.”
Heather’s eyes widened. “Her phone? That thing was glue to her ear! Or thumbs.”
Tamar nodded. “Hence why Ah’m so worried. She’s only fourteen!” Tamar sniffed.
“You inform the police?”
Tamar nodded. “Ah wasn’t sure Ah should,” she admitted. “If there’s some...problem with her powers or somethin’...Ah don’t want them hurtin’ her. Or gettin’ hurt.”
“Hopefully Emmy will smart up and call,” Heather tried to reassure her sister, the woman who had raised them since she was sixteen, given up her life and dreams for them.
Tamar sniffed and wiped her face, returning to the kitchen to wash it in the sink. “Ah’m sorry, Heather.”
“No, no, it’s fine, Tam. I’d want to know this.”
TBC
Tamar had actually brought a tablecloth to put out and busied herself adjusting non-existent wrinkles before she straightened up and looked at Heather, biting her lip uncertainly.
“Mary Ellen...has disappeared,” Tamar said quietly.
Heather looked at her sister in shock. “Disappeared! Where?”
“Well, if Ah knew that, Ah’d be draggin’ her home by her ear now, wouldn’t Ah?” she said.
Heather floated the silverware over to the table. “What happened?”
Tamar sighed, sinking into her chair, looking like she’d aged five years. She pushed the white forelock out of her face. “Ah don’t rightly know yet,” she admitted. “Ya know how she was this summer when ya were home…”
“Boy crazy?” Heather nodded.
Tamar gave a wry smile. “Guess that’s as good a description as any,” she agreed. “An’ her powers had just come in.”
Heather nodded. “The pheromone manipulation. Got her into some trouble, but Ah -- I -- thought she got that under control.”
“She did, more or less, though she’s been a bit...unscrupulous about usin’ it,” Tamar said testily.
Heather smiled. “Emmy was always a manipulative little brat,” she pointed out with a chuckle, brushing back her brunette hair.
“Emmy was datin’ this boy, Reihan,” Tamar said. “Ah guess they were datin’, anyway. She had a couple boys she was toyin’ with. Well, they...found Ryan in Emmy’s bed.”
Heather blushed. “Well, that ain’t so bad…” She cringed when Tamar shot her a look..
“He was dead, Heather. Dead an’ naked, with a big, silly grin on his face, like he’d just had the best time of his life.”
“Oh, jeez,” Heather gasped.
“Preliminary autopsy said there was no obvious cause of death. Just...his heart stopped. Emmy left a note sayin’ she was so very sorry and she had to leave before she hurt someone else.”
Tamar’s green eyes glistened with tears, and Heather came over and pulled her older sister into a hug.
“Ah thought mebbe she’d come up here ta you, that mebbe ya’d seen ‘er.”
Heather shook her head. “I haven’t, Tam,” she said sadly, wiping at her own tears. “We...weren’t that close,” she admitted. “You try tracking her?”
Tamar sighed. “She left her comm badge with the note, as well as her phone.”
Heather’s eyes widened. “Her phone? That thing was glue to her ear! Or thumbs.”
Tamar nodded. “Hence why Ah’m so worried. She’s only fourteen!” Tamar sniffed.
“You inform the police?”
Tamar nodded. “Ah wasn’t sure Ah should,” she admitted. “If there’s some...problem with her powers or somethin’...Ah don’t want them hurtin’ her. Or gettin’ hurt.”
“Hopefully Emmy will smart up and call,” Heather tried to reassure her sister, the woman who had raised them since she was sixteen, given up her life and dreams for them.
Tamar sniffed and wiped her face, returning to the kitchen to wash it in the sink. “Ah’m sorry, Heather.”
“No, no, it’s fine, Tam. I’d want to know this.”
TBC
KahlessNestor
Adventurer
Tamar nodded, putting aside her concerns. She pulled on some oven mitts and opened the oven, pulling out the roast. Heather could feel her mouth drooling as her sister plattered the pot roast and vegetables.
“There’s some rolls ta warm up,” Tamar said, nodding to a basket.
Heather quickly popped them into the microwave as Tamar brought the roast to the table. They passed each other as Tamar went to the refrigerator for the sweet tea.
“What’s this?” Tamar asked.
“What?”
Tamar pulled out a bottle of half-drunk cognac from the cupboard.
Heather winced. She’d forgotten that was there. “That’s...I threw a birthday party for a friend. Someone brought that.”
Tamar gave Heather a hard look, and the younger girl dropped her eyes sheepishly.
“Ya ain’t even twenty-one, Heather!”
“She was! An’ Ah only had one glass!” Heather’s accent slipped through clearly.
Tamar made a disgusted sound. “Ya know what this devil water does!” she said angrily, opening the bottle and pouring it down the drain.
“Tam! That’s...expensive…” Heather winced. “Ah’m not dad, ya know,” she said quietly.”
Tamar put the empty bottle in the trash and turned back to her sister, tears in her eyes again. “Ah know. An’ Ah don’t ever want ya ta be, Heather.” She came over and hugged her sister. “Ah’m sorry Ah snapped. Ah just…”
“I know.” Heather managed to get her voice under control again. “I know what you did for us, keeping him from hitting us. And I’ll always love you for that.”
Tamar sniffed and pulled away. “Gosh, Ah’m hungry. Let’s eat,” she said, wiping her eyes.
TBC
“There’s some rolls ta warm up,” Tamar said, nodding to a basket.
Heather quickly popped them into the microwave as Tamar brought the roast to the table. They passed each other as Tamar went to the refrigerator for the sweet tea.
“What’s this?” Tamar asked.
“What?”
Tamar pulled out a bottle of half-drunk cognac from the cupboard.
Heather winced. She’d forgotten that was there. “That’s...I threw a birthday party for a friend. Someone brought that.”
Tamar gave Heather a hard look, and the younger girl dropped her eyes sheepishly.
“Ya ain’t even twenty-one, Heather!”
“She was! An’ Ah only had one glass!” Heather’s accent slipped through clearly.
Tamar made a disgusted sound. “Ya know what this devil water does!” she said angrily, opening the bottle and pouring it down the drain.
“Tam! That’s...expensive…” Heather winced. “Ah’m not dad, ya know,” she said quietly.”
Tamar put the empty bottle in the trash and turned back to her sister, tears in her eyes again. “Ah know. An’ Ah don’t ever want ya ta be, Heather.” She came over and hugged her sister. “Ah’m sorry Ah snapped. Ah just…”
“I know.” Heather managed to get her voice under control again. “I know what you did for us, keeping him from hitting us. And I’ll always love you for that.”
Tamar sniffed and pulled away. “Gosh, Ah’m hungry. Let’s eat,” she said, wiping her eyes.
TBC
KahlessNestor
Adventurer
Heather gave a smile and they sat down to a home-cooked meal the likes of which Heather hadn’t had in a long while. Heather was a capable cook, but Tamar had learned from the best, their mother Jean. Heather had been too young when their mother was murdered.
“How’s the house coming?” Heather asked over pie and ice cream after dinner.
“Comin’ along,” Tamar said with a smile. “The neighbors are farmin’ the land. It should be ready before winter, an’ we can all have Christmas there, if ya like.”
Heather smiled. “Actual snow at Christmas? I have missed that!”
Tamar chuckled. “Yeah,” she agreed. “Atlanta ain’t all that Christmasy, is it?”
“You going to invite Kellen?”
Tamar flushed and nearly dropped her fork. “K-Kellen?”
Heather chuckled. “Yes, your gentleman friend.”
“How did ya know about him?”
“Kenny told me.” Heather grinned.
“Argh! Ah’ll strangle him!” Tamar’s pale skin flushed again. “He’s...just a friend,” she said. “Ah’ve got too much on mah plate raisin’ ya’ll ta be datin’.”
“Most of us can take care of ourselves, Tam,” Heather said quietly. “It’s time you unpaused.”
Tamar looked at Heather in confusion.
Heather sighed and ate the last bite of her pie, chewing silently before putting down her fork and wiping with her napkin. “You put your life on hold for us after mom and dad died,” she said. “Raised us. Now it’s time to pick it up again.”
Tamar laughed. “An’ just what would Ah do, Heather?” she asked.
“Go to college,” Heather said. “You wanted to be an actress. You tried out for every play in high school.”
Tamar laughed. “Ah was a horrible actress, Heather. The only thing Ah had was a great singin’ voice,” she reminded with a chuckle. “An’ you are the smart one. Ah’m not sure Ah’d make it in college. Yer the first in the family ta go.”
“I think you raised four kids. I think you could do anything,” Heather said with a slight smile.
Tamar blushed and started to clear the table.
TBC
“How’s the house coming?” Heather asked over pie and ice cream after dinner.
“Comin’ along,” Tamar said with a smile. “The neighbors are farmin’ the land. It should be ready before winter, an’ we can all have Christmas there, if ya like.”
Heather smiled. “Actual snow at Christmas? I have missed that!”
Tamar chuckled. “Yeah,” she agreed. “Atlanta ain’t all that Christmasy, is it?”
“You going to invite Kellen?”
Tamar flushed and nearly dropped her fork. “K-Kellen?”
Heather chuckled. “Yes, your gentleman friend.”
“How did ya know about him?”
“Kenny told me.” Heather grinned.
“Argh! Ah’ll strangle him!” Tamar’s pale skin flushed again. “He’s...just a friend,” she said. “Ah’ve got too much on mah plate raisin’ ya’ll ta be datin’.”
“Most of us can take care of ourselves, Tam,” Heather said quietly. “It’s time you unpaused.”
Tamar looked at Heather in confusion.
Heather sighed and ate the last bite of her pie, chewing silently before putting down her fork and wiping with her napkin. “You put your life on hold for us after mom and dad died,” she said. “Raised us. Now it’s time to pick it up again.”
Tamar laughed. “An’ just what would Ah do, Heather?” she asked.
“Go to college,” Heather said. “You wanted to be an actress. You tried out for every play in high school.”
Tamar laughed. “Ah was a horrible actress, Heather. The only thing Ah had was a great singin’ voice,” she reminded with a chuckle. “An’ you are the smart one. Ah’m not sure Ah’d make it in college. Yer the first in the family ta go.”
“I think you raised four kids. I think you could do anything,” Heather said with a slight smile.
Tamar blushed and started to clear the table.
TBC
KahlessNestor
Adventurer
Heather let the matter drop for now and got up to help. “You going back to Atlanta tonight?” she asked.
“Ya mind if Ah stay the night?” Tamar asked. “Or ya have plans? Ah know it’s Friday night. Ya college girls like ta get in trouble on the weekend.” She glanced appraisingly at her younger sister.
Heather blushed. “No plans. Just studying,” she admitted. “I’m...not much of a partier. Too...much.” She gestured to her head.
Tamar nodded, understanding. “I’ll make up the couch,” she said.
“Bed’s plenty big for both of us,” Heather told her.
Tamar smiled. “Ah can get a little warm.”
Heather laughed. “No! I know.”
Tamar shot her a look. “Language,” she scolded, getting a blush from Heather.
TBC
“Ya mind if Ah stay the night?” Tamar asked. “Or ya have plans? Ah know it’s Friday night. Ya college girls like ta get in trouble on the weekend.” She glanced appraisingly at her younger sister.
Heather blushed. “No plans. Just studying,” she admitted. “I’m...not much of a partier. Too...much.” She gestured to her head.
Tamar nodded, understanding. “I’ll make up the couch,” she said.
“Bed’s plenty big for both of us,” Heather told her.
Tamar smiled. “Ah can get a little warm.”
Heather laughed. “No
! I know.”Tamar shot her a look. “Language,” she scolded, getting a blush from Heather.
TBC
KahlessNestor
Adventurer
Tamar wiped her hands dry and said, “Ah brought what ya asked for.”
Heather looked up with surprise from wiping down the counter. “I thought you disapproved.”
“Ah do,” Tamar admitted. “Ah think ya need ta focus on yer studies. Leave runnin’ around in the tights ta those of us that don’t have promisin’ futures.”
“That’s not true, Tam--”
Tamar held up her hand. “But yer an adult, an’ can’ make yer own decisions -- an’ mistakes. Just know Ah’ll always be there if ya need me ta pick ya up -- or pull yer but outta the fire, if yah really think ya need ta do this.
Heather grinned, a bit excited now. “With everything that’s happening in Centropolis and elsewhere, someone needs to.” She nodded to the newspaper’s front page.
“Ah’ve no doubt that Shadow guy an’ his team can handle whatever is in Centropolis. Yer in Freedom City now. It’s like super city here.”
TBC
Heather looked up with surprise from wiping down the counter. “I thought you disapproved.”
“Ah do,” Tamar admitted. “Ah think ya need ta focus on yer studies. Leave runnin’ around in the tights ta those of us that don’t have promisin’ futures.”
“That’s not true, Tam--”
Tamar held up her hand. “But yer an adult, an’ can’ make yer own decisions -- an’ mistakes. Just know Ah’ll always be there if ya need me ta pick ya up -- or pull yer but outta the fire, if yah really think ya need ta do this.
Heather grinned, a bit excited now. “With everything that’s happening in Centropolis and elsewhere, someone needs to.” She nodded to the newspaper’s front page.
“Ah’ve no doubt that Shadow guy an’ his team can handle whatever is in Centropolis. Yer in Freedom City now. It’s like super city here.”
TBC
KahlessNestor
Adventurer
Tamar went to where she had left her bag near the window out to the fire escape. She pulled out a box.
Heather giggled. “You wrapped it?” She took the box. “You do know I know what it is, right?”
Tamar smirked. “Don’t ruin the moment,” she scolded.
Carefully Heather removed the paper and pulled off the lid, revealing cool blue and white singlet costume. A diamond mask of the same cool blue sat atop it, and there were also matching boots with low heels.
“You changed the color scheme,” Heather said with awe, lifting the fabric up out of the box.
“Yeah, well, Ah figured the normal black wouldn’t be eye-catchin’ enough,” Tamar explained. “It’s the stripped down version,” she said. “So no HUD or virtual connection. There is a commlink, though.” She indicated the built in throat mike in the collar and earpiece in the mask. “Not that ya really need it,” she said with a chuckle. “It does have the same protection level, though,” she told her sister.
“I do like the color,” Heather admitted as she ran her fingers over the seemingly delicate fabric laced with threaded unobtanium to give it extra protection and allow it to work with various superpowers without being destroyed. She knew from experience, though, just how much it could stand up to. But it had been a couple years since she’d worn it.
“I figured it matched your eyes,” Tamar said. “Now are you going to try it on?” she grinned.
Heather grinned right back and headed toward her bedroom. “Ugh! I forgot how snug these were!” Tamar heard, and gave a laugh.
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Heather giggled. “You wrapped it?” She took the box. “You do know I know what it is, right?”
Tamar smirked. “Don’t ruin the moment,” she scolded.
Carefully Heather removed the paper and pulled off the lid, revealing cool blue and white singlet costume. A diamond mask of the same cool blue sat atop it, and there were also matching boots with low heels.
“You changed the color scheme,” Heather said with awe, lifting the fabric up out of the box.
“Yeah, well, Ah figured the normal black wouldn’t be eye-catchin’ enough,” Tamar explained. “It’s the stripped down version,” she said. “So no HUD or virtual connection. There is a commlink, though.” She indicated the built in throat mike in the collar and earpiece in the mask. “Not that ya really need it,” she said with a chuckle. “It does have the same protection level, though,” she told her sister.
“I do like the color,” Heather admitted as she ran her fingers over the seemingly delicate fabric laced with threaded unobtanium to give it extra protection and allow it to work with various superpowers without being destroyed. She knew from experience, though, just how much it could stand up to. But it had been a couple years since she’d worn it.
“I figured it matched your eyes,” Tamar said. “Now are you going to try it on?” she grinned.
Heather grinned right back and headed toward her bedroom. “Ugh! I forgot how snug these were!” Tamar heard, and gave a laugh.
TBC
