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<blockquote data-quote="Mark Chance" data-source="post: 2851672" data-attributes="member: 2795">OOC: Here we go!The strange storm over New Falls has turned the sky into a roiling black mass punctuated by flashes and streaks of lightning. People continue to run for cover, but to no avail. The lightning isn't natural. It curves around trees, under awnings, passes through windows as if they weren't there. Not every bolt hits a panicked bystander, but several do. Every time, the results are the same: the one struck falls to the ground while a spectral image of the victim floats skyward.Swirling in great circles above the city, concentrating toward downtown, are the Valkyries, armored warrior-women riding winged horses. They catch the spectral images and somehow put them into satchels carried on their saddles.As Peter Parker and Rick Jones have discovered, the Valkyries themselves are immaterial. Parker's powerful telekinetic attack and Jones's mighty fists passed through them harmlessly, as if the Valkyries and their steeds have no more substance than air. Sam Wilson races along in a fiery blur, grabbing people on campus and rushing them indoors. He dodges two bolts of lightning along the way.Bethany Cabe has donned her powered armor and is ready to take to the air. Benjamin Grimm is already airborne, flying along in his suped-up super-car. A flying dragonship manned by a score or more brutish warriors armed and armored with primitive weapons has just flown over his scrapyard, heading toward downtown.In the bow of the dragonship, a towering, powerfully-muscled man with flaming red hair, bellows above the howling wind and rumbling thunder.&quot;Make ready, warriors! Thy mistress demands tribute!&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Mark Chance, post: 2851672, member: 2795"] [i]OOC: Here we go![/i] The strange storm over New Falls has turned the sky into a roiling black mass punctuated by flashes and streaks of lightning. People continue to run for cover, but to no avail. The lightning isn't natural. It curves around trees, under awnings, passes through windows as if they weren't there. Not every bolt hits a panicked bystander, but several do. Every time, the results are the same: the one struck falls to the ground while a spectral image of the victim floats skyward. Swirling in great circles above the city, concentrating toward downtown, are the Valkyries, armored warrior-women riding winged horses. They catch the spectral images and somehow put them into satchels carried on their saddles. As Peter Parker and Rick Jones have discovered, the Valkyries themselves are immaterial. Parker's powerful telekinetic attack and Jones's mighty fists passed through them harmlessly, as if the Valkyries and their steeds have no more substance than air. Sam Wilson races along in a fiery blur, grabbing people on campus and rushing them indoors. He dodges two bolts of lightning along the way. Bethany Cabe has donned her powered armor and is ready to take to the air. Benjamin Grimm is already airborne, flying along in his suped-up super-car. A flying dragonship manned by a score or more brutish warriors armed and armored with primitive weapons has just flown over his scrapyard, heading toward downtown. In the bow of the dragonship, a towering, powerfully-muscled man with flaming red hair, bellows above the howling wind and rumbling thunder. "Make ready, warriors! Thy mistress demands tribute!" [/QUOTE]

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