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Mark Chance
Boingy! Boingy!
Thanee said:
Any other conversation about the lighthouse takes place en route to the nearest emergency room. Genesis amends the 9-11 call. With Torque clinging to the top of Fusion's racing car, Genesis on her motorcycle with Tendril riding double if necessary, the group races through the late evening streets. Few people are out, and traffic is minimal.
By the time the heroes arrive at the emergency room, Foreshadow is looking noticeably pale. His lips are blue. Emergency room personnel meet the heroes on the way in. The attending physician calmly issues various instructions. A police officer interviews the heroes, getting the story of what happened.
"Damn," Officer Stiles whispers. Then, to the heroes: "You four might be the only capes left in Freedom City. You be careful out there."
After the officer moves on to attend to other matters, the heroes are left more or less alone. Foreshadow has been wheeled away. The other people in the emergency room are obviously curious, but are more concerned with their own problems than the heroes.
The Highpoint Lighthouse stands several miles outside the city limits to the north. Decades ago, it was a fully functioning lighthouse. Today, it is part tourist attraction, part National Weather Service facility.
Thanee
First Post
Fusion
“I wish I could do more... hope they can save him. Guess it rests on our shoulders now to figure out what's going on here... and not get run over on the way. The Lighthouse then? We'll have to watch out for anyone who has strange skin or whatever he meant...”
“Oh, and I'm Fusion, by the way.”
“I wish I could do more... hope they can save him. Guess it rests on our shoulders now to figure out what's going on here... and not get run over on the way. The Lighthouse then? We'll have to watch out for anyone who has strange skin or whatever he meant...”
“Oh, and I'm Fusion, by the way.”
"Alright," Genesis says, "Lets get some logistics out of the way here. How many people are going to the Lighthouse, and how are we getting there? We have a two-seater car that...turns into a girl...cool trick, by the way...and whatever I can whip up for transport I guess."
She pauses, then adds, "I'm Genesis. I make stuff. Pretty much any stuff. Hi."
She pauses, then adds, "I'm Genesis. I make stuff. Pretty much any stuff. Hi."
"I'm Tendril, I um well, I'm part plant I guess. " She extends a vine up finding purchase on whatever is nearby and sturdy and hangs from it as a demonstration. "Thanks for the ride by the way."
"Thanks, Didn't really make up the name, it's um on loan from a friend, So, do we have a plan? I'm new at all this."
Mark Chance
Boingy! Boingy!
The heroes at the hospital aren't the only capes out tonight. Responding to the recent troubles that have decimated Freedom City's established hero community, new heroes emerge. The criminal element of the city can only become emboldened by the current goings-on.
One of these emergent heroes, Rumble, lurks downtown. Few people are out tonight. The streets are nearly empty; the sidewalks bear only a handful of pedestrians. The air feels heavy and warm. A storm is coming. Dark thunderheads, lit sporadically from within by flashes of lightning, fill the sky. The impending downpour is likely to be a dramatic one.
But if it weren't for those flashes of lightning, Rumble would almost certainly have missed the silhouetted figures gliding overhead. They are visible only for a moment as they pass above the street and over the rooftops of the high-rise buildings nearby. Rumble's best guess is that there were three of them, looking very much like enormous kites, perhaps hang gliders.
Surely no one with honorable intentions would be hang gliding above downtown during the late evening before an impending heavy rain.
One of these emergent heroes, Rumble, lurks downtown. Few people are out tonight. The streets are nearly empty; the sidewalks bear only a handful of pedestrians. The air feels heavy and warm. A storm is coming. Dark thunderheads, lit sporadically from within by flashes of lightning, fill the sky. The impending downpour is likely to be a dramatic one.
But if it weren't for those flashes of lightning, Rumble would almost certainly have missed the silhouetted figures gliding overhead. They are visible only for a moment as they pass above the street and over the rooftops of the high-rise buildings nearby. Rumble's best guess is that there were three of them, looking very much like enormous kites, perhaps hang gliders.
Surely no one with honorable intentions would be hang gliding above downtown during the late evening before an impending heavy rain.
Jemal
Adventurer
"Hmmf, there goes the neighbourhood, eh kiddies?" Rumble dropped his cigar to the ground and stepped on it, blowing out his last puff of smoke "Here bad-guy, badguy, badguy. Come to papa." He chuckled to himself as he leapt into the air to follow them. Good thing a little rain didn't bother him, he thought, activating his echolocation by sending tiny, imperceptible vibrations out in every direction and feeling what they struck against.
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Rumble has flight 2 (25 mph) and the Echolocation super-sense, based off sensing vibrations in the air & ground.
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Rumble has flight 2 (25 mph) and the Echolocation super-sense, based off sensing vibrations in the air & ground.
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