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[Starsign]

Enter this city which has been proud of itself since it's early days, smile, and look up to those which watch over you all...

Fortune's Favorites
Issue #1: By Chance, We Come Together

July 24th, 2012
Fortune City, 1:07 PM

The sun just passes it's peak as it's light shines on East Side Bank, a small entrusting building that was built and been in service of savings since the Golden Age of Fortune City. It's renovation has been what seems like eons and thus comes off a little old-looking and tattered compared to some of the more industrial or executive buildings scattered around in the city. Yet East Side Bank holds itself up with it's many citizens who deposit and withdrawal their well-earned pay and cash. Among being the only bank within kilometers of this area, it's adjacent areas makes it a welcome sight for those who work or spend nearby.

The bank looms over Malcolm Central, the largest park in Fortune City. The park's numerous pathways makes it easy for anyone to enter and can enjoy the green trees and many flowers that liven up the area in a way the rest of the city can't accomplish. Right around in the middle is a lake that stretches nearly a kilometer in length. Though swimming and fishing are not allowed it doesn't stop some people from trying to in the nigh-pristine pool of water. Among there lies numerous stalls and trucks selling ice cream, slushies, hot dogs, and more.

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The road that separates East Side Bank and Malcolm Central is also rife with numerous spots of interest. Among them includes the Blumminton Inn, a 24-hour bar open for those looking for a drink or meal to have. The reasonable prices and lively days and nights make it a good place to hang out if you aren't in a bad mood. It's wood-like interior gives the bar a unique feel that differs from other bars, like this one goes for a less modern approach. This extends to the gym backdoor for those in need of exercise.

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And the Spotlight World Casino that hangs at the end of the road is currently undergoing expansion. It's business has been successful enough that construction of a second floor is in the works right now. Civilians gleefully work their way in due to the place's cash-friendly rates and high maintenance up. Spotlight World may not be something like Magnam Caelo, one of the greatest and most expensive casinos in Fortune City, but it's tropical-like feel, bright indoor colors, and upbeat music makes it a joy for anyone come day or night.

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Today is like that of a typical, successful day in Fortune City. Buildings and places are alive with people with their own agendas and plans. Though there is often something unusual or uncommon that occurs like a supervillain attack or disaster, people are there to help when called for. Even then superhero life isn't everything; everyone usually has a job to work, an errand to run, or a place they need to go to relax or meet someone new. The question is, where are you?

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And here we are! This first section will be freeform to let yourselves get into your characters while I get down the feel and pacing of the setting. You may all go describe what your characters are doing at this point as per their daily lives. I've given numerous places your characters might be in but you may also make up your own place in this part of the city. And if anyone might be in need of help, I can go set up an introduction of sorts for your character if you need it. Wherever your character is, I'll describe that area more in detail and hopefully manage to make it enjoyable for you before the action really kicks in Just be sure that your character is within the area if that is manageable please.

[Raynn]

Declan Kenneth Tennant a.k.a. Roulette
2/2 Hero Points - Unharmed

"Ugh . . ."

On a park bench Declan rolls over as he groans. From the Omni-Morpher the artificial intelligence Omni chirps at him

[Judge Tennant of Earth, it is best we begin today's training regime]

Declan groans again and a woman who passes stairs at him

"Five more minutes,"

[Also I wish to again file my disapproval of losing consciousness willing outside in a primitive urban area]

Finally sitting up Declan finally replies

"Well since you don't sleep you'd just tell me if some homeless guy was going to jump me right? And since this 'Authority' that sent you does seem to send a pay check it's not like I have anywhere to sleep."

Declan dusts off his clothes, a black suit jacket, a white shirt, red converse and jeans. About all he had for a super hero costume at the moment. On his upper right arm was a white arm band with a red x-men like x symbol, on his shirt was the same symbol, both a bright red.

Throwing on his one strap back pack he begins marching to a secluded part of the park glancing around the area as he goes.

Omni speaks up

[Don't do it Judge Tennant.]

"Do what?"

[You are looking for humans of a similar age as yourself. You intend to use the power of the Omni-morpher to impress them. You are doing this as a means of coping with the mental and emotional stresses of being on the run, alone, for extended period.]

"Let me guess, this is the abuse of power lecture again?"

[No. As your mentor your mental and emotional well being concerns me, but you slept through today's time allotment for personal activities.]

Declan groans and approaches a trio of girls his own age lounging on the grass in the park who give him an odd stare but he just grins playfully back at them.

"What never seen a hero before?"

His smirk grows even wider as he cycles though the holo display of the Omni-morpher, the girls staring at him like a crazy person, then interestingly at the watch. The next bit is the bit that always makes his day or ruins it . . .

He slams his hand down on the morpher as he shouts

"IT'S MORPHIN' TIME!"

There is a flash of green light and Declan appears to vanish. Among the blades of grass now stands the three inch tall Galvan Judge Tennant. Declan slumps over depressed

"I hate you Omni . . ."

Omni seems to perk up

[I would like to take this time to remind you I do not have conscious control over your form selection, and to note that if I did . . . I would feel quite happy with myself right now.]

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Alien Selection Roll: (1d10)[5]

Galvan: A Galvan is 3 inches tall, amphibious and a thin humanoid with large, long flat three fingered hands and two large eyes, gills, no nose or ears and a head in roughly the shape of a Y. It has green eyes with a black pupil and grey clammy skin.

[Ridai]

Saskia Kendrik
Spotlight World Casino construction site

Something tells Saskia they'll try to screw her out of some of her pay. The sun is burning down on her muscular frame, dwarfing the men nearby who have been casting glances (or stares) of various kinds her way since she arrived or talking behind her back. One could assume they aren't used to female co-workers. Or rather, they are unused to working with someone who had been branded a "menace to society" by the media years back and all the stuff that followed, yada yada. Same crap every time. Sure won't try anything stupid if the young woman in question treats steel girders as if she was carrying oversized baguettes and bends them as easily.

Much of the time was spent arguing with the damn architect and eventually verbally tearing him a new one to shut him up and pointing out the few dozen flaws in his blueprints. Wasn't too pleased with getting backtalk from an unwashed peasant, but couldn't deny the findings either if he wanted to keep his reputation and job. Sure wishes he could shoot lasers with his eyes right now, though, when he wasn't busy trying to learn.

After the moment Saskia pretty much became the one in charge at the construction site, the first thing she did is simply burn through the few steel girders that were already standing (or simply rip them out) and bending them into a more compact size as trash to be melted down. Instead, Saskia forged a perfectly fitting steel construct fused right on top of the existing structure and is about to add the last parts. Doesn't care if finishing early means less money for the guys who planned all this. She's there to do things right, screw all else.

"Hey Mark, how 'bout we go an' celebrate your freedom tonight? Drinks're on me," Saskia says to the nearby tall man called Mark Torres, who recently got out of prison and used to be one of the guys under Saskia's command there (after the whole lindworm thing). She has been chatting and catching up with him during the morning and didn't give much of a crap about the other guys who were shuffling about to do anything worthwhile. "Should've given me a call when you got out, idiot." Doesn't mean any harm, the tone's normal. He's a good guy and she ultimately takes good care of those who are in her good graces. The seeming half-giant is putting the finishing touches on the structure, her hands encased in her dragonblood gauntlets hammering steel into existance with loud clangs, the structure appearing with a short white-hot looking glow and rising steam.

Stepping back, Saskia surveys her work. Nothing fancy, by her standards, but it'll do. Dressed in a black wifebeater, rugged jeans, steel-capped work boots and her dark-red gauntlets made of the skin and blood of a lindworm, Saskia throws her wild mane of fire-red hair back and stretches her arms for a bit, looking over the city below for a moment with Mark. "Any news from the pen? Anyone in particular miss me?" Saskia chuckles. She has one particular guy in mind, and she regularly sends and receives letters and packages, but talking in person always feels better.

[SuperCracker]

Tim McAllister
The Park

“Down…. Set. Hike hike!”

In a flurry of activity, a bunch of twelve-to-thirteen year old boys in black jerseys started to run the play. The offensive guard and tackle pulled right, guarding the running back as he tried to make it through the defense. Other boys in blue jerseys hustled and prevented them from getting too far. It was a good showing for all the young boys. They were all from the inner city, where there were no parks this nice. However, one of them stood out.

The quarterback was significantly taller and older than the rest of them. At 6'2, and 200 pounds of lean muscle, he was a handsome young man. His brown hair was short but wild, and his brown eyes were full of mirth.

He was Tim McAllister, also known as the wrestler “Aegis.” Or just “Tim, the bouncer.” Sadly, his wrestling career hadn’t taken off.

Despite all the titles, he was just Tim, right now. He was a volunteer coach for a youth league football team. Where the rest of the boys were dressed in pads and helmets, Tim was just wearing a black t-shirt and some faded, holy jeans.

“Good job, ya’ll!” He called out in his deep voice, complete with a Southern accent. “Antoine, you gotta move faster. Gotta hustle when we run 88 Superpower,” it was the play’s name, “the line can guard ya, but you gotta get that ball down the field. Alright, let’s run it again.”

He grinned as they ran the play one more time. These kids were all at-risk, just because of the community they were growing up in. He was determined to give them something to make the days better, and encourage them to be more than just dope-slingers.

He might have gone down that path if it weren’t for Stephanie. So he would pay it forward.

“Hell yeah! That’s a block, ‘Nesto. Good job.” He gave the lineman a big high five.

[Green Bean]

Avery Johnson

Avery liked to have lunch in the park on nice days, always a different spot, never exactly the same time (old habits die hard). Today was even less predictable than usual; there was someone else with her, a friend from her previous life. They sat on a park bench, munched on hot dogs and watched a bunch of kids playing football. Their conversation was superficial, but friendly enough. Avery finished her meal, primly dabbed her face, and decided to get down to business.

"So, let's talk about why you're really here." Her tone and expression was light, almost playful.

He chuckled. "Come on, can't a guy on layover visit an old friend?" His expression was totally sincere, and if Avery hadn't known him since they were students, she might have even bought it.

"Come on, Brian." There's only the slightest hesitation as she name drops his current alias. She's known him by a dozen other names, including his real one, which to her knowledge she's never actually used. "You can't lie to me, and even if you could, I know word's gotten back to the Company by now. You're here to make sure that I haven't gone off the deep end. No running down main street in my underpants spilling national secrets."

"Well, you can't blame them, Sher." They've both done casual sweeps for eavesdroppers, but still the mention of her old work name sharpened her senses. They're both still all smiles, just two old friends reminiscing on a park bench. "I mean, dressing up in tights and fighting the forces of evil? We do worry. After Bogotá-"

Avery held up a hand to silence him. "Bogotá happened, and I'm not going to pretend that it isn't part of this. But I'm the same person I've always been. I signed up with the Company to try to make the world a better place, and that's why I'm doing this. I'm not going to spill secrets any more than I did when I was Agency. I just want to finish my career without all that realpolitik, you know?."

"I get it, don't worry. " He smiled, genuinely this time. "No one in your old section thinks you've actually gone nuts. This is due diligence for the guys upstairs, and I'm going to tell them you're not a security risk. Anyway, I've gotta run, my flight out is in a few hours, and this trip wasn't critical enough to call in a favour with the TSA boys. Keep in touch, Avery. You need help, or want to talk, or anything at all, you know my cellular dead drops."

And then he was gone. Avery decided to just sit a while in the sun. She closed her eyes and extended her mind out into the world. It was a nice day. She'd pass a little time practising, then get back to work.

[Ladorak]

The Lawman

It had been a long and frustrating day, the capstone of a long and frustrating month which, in the damp and dark confines of Office B3 FCPD HQ, seemed to have dragged out across the span of centuries. Although he couldn't share it with his fellow officers the Lawman was more acquainted than most with the span of a century. He judged this month had so far lasted two, almost doubling his lifespan.

His eyes hurt from peering at the monitor in front of him so, blinking rapidly, the gazed about the 'office' around him. Office B3 was basement level, a huge storage room recently repurposed for better use. Light filtered in from narrow window slits above, shadows flickered constantly across the office with the tramp of feet on the bustling sidewalk. Several members of the Major Crimes Unit were scattered about, doing paperwork, sharing information or shooting the breeze. He blinked to bring them into focus, then wondered why he had.


The air still smelt musty despite months of smoke and sweat, the equipment was outdated (When it wasn't broken) and the posting, thus far, had not afforded him the excitement he craved and had expected from a Major Crimes Unit. The sad fact is he mused That even if I joined armed response or SWAT, I still wouldn't see many gunfights. Those days are done. I miss the gunfights... Although the truth was the whole gunslinging thing had lost much of it's lustre after his fifth or sixth resurrection. Life was never sweeter then when it was balanced on a razorblade, a safety net spoiled the whole thing.

His computer started beeping at him, demanding his attention. He turned to it, wrote down the two numbers on the screen, listened patiently for under two minutes, ticked a box labelled 'Not pertinent' and shoved the paper into a large pile of other papers labelled 'Not pertinent.' It loomed like a tower over the much smaller pile of pertinent calls. 'Wiretaps suck.' he said to no-one in particular. No-one answered.

He gazed around again and, satisfied he was unobserved, took another pull on his hipflask. Not that he'd consider doing such a thing on patrol, or even on a desk, but Office B3 had taken on the aspect of a thing quite distinct from policing. He sat and he listened and he wrote notes, that was all. Not that it made much difference, 'Office Mason' had acquired a brief celebrity across the Department when he had drunk two Officers and three Detectives under the table, back to back. His slurring that 'Young 'Uns today can't hold their water.' (Said in reference to a man who appeared ten years his senior) was dismissed as the drunken rambling of a man who, by any sane measure, had had enough. None-the-less the reputation stuck, no one was likely to complain.

He rolled a cigarette just to kill the boredom, which it did for around a minute. He killed another twenty staring banefully at his computer, focusing all his will into blowing the confounded thing up. The Lawman was not accustomed to backing down when a confrontation had started, he'd have spent far longer engaged in that battle of 'wills' had not another call come through.

As soon as the first words were said he knew it was pertinent. There was something in the voice of the incoming caller that made him sit up. His instincts screamed at him for the entire conversation and when it was concluded he was smiling broadly. 'Got you, you ****' After almost two months the tap had delivered it's first major player. Suddenly the Lawman felt a lot better disposed toward his computer.

Stanson was only an enforcer, but who knows what he might say when he was looking down the barrel of twelve straight, no parole. Men said all sorts of things when they were looking down barrels. Always had, at least to the Lawman's experience.

Now he had a dilemma. If he took this immediately to his ******** of a commanding officer the idiot would order Stanson picked up immediately, almost certainly blowing the wiretap and a month of the Lawman's own work and time. He only knew Stanson as a voice on a phone, but he didn't sound the type to flip. On the other hand if the tap was blown he'd be out of this office...

He mused on this a while, then reluctantly 'lost' the call notes. A good LT would pick up on this 'error' within a week or two. This one would probably never notice the discrepancy between computer logs and physical logs until an angry DA reprimanded him for it. Not that it would get that far, the Lawman would get his files back in order when there was a case worth making.

He sighed, wishing he could be anywhere other than where he was, determinedly forgetting the ticket out he had just refused. He rolled a cigarette to kill the boredom, which is did for about a minute.

[ChronicLunacy]

Rudy Brandt - Frostbite

Medical leave of absence...day sixty-two.

It had been officially more than two months since Rudolph Brandt had escaped from the WARD testing facility with his skin mutated blue and eyes glowing a jaundiced yellow. They'd taken him immediately to the hospital and subjected him to a full workup, only to find that despite his odd appearance, a slight case of malnutrition, and a significantly lower core body temperature than anyone else he was completely healthy. Yet, because of what they'd termed "unforeseen mental health issues" he had been put on medical leave from the police force indefinitely.

Of course, it was nice that they were still paying him, but at the same time he'd had absolutely nothing to do but cool his heels...and make up dreadful ice puns. Any time he went within a hundred yards of a "legitimate" WARD facility security or even a police patrol car would show up to escort him away...and he wasn't quite ready to try breaking into the place just yet. He was still a police officer after all and he was having much difficulty warming up to the fact that he might have to take the law into his own hands to bring WARD down. So far all he'd done to that effect was create one of those crazy conspiracy theorist walls in his apartment with tons of newspaper printings and print-outs connected to each other with string and push pins.

Well...that and lamenting his fate. He'd done a lot of that, too.

That was why he was in the park, bundled up in a hooded jacket, long pants, gloves, a baseball cap, and sunglasses so that no one would stare. He was having a sulking session -- stewing in anger over his treatment at the hands of those mad scientists and dreaming of sweet justice. He'd see women he would have gone to talk to and imagined them screaming in fear at his cold, blue skin. Not many women wanted a date with a guy that looked like he'd walked out into a blizzard and died after all.

If only he had something constructive to do...at least some way to alleviate his boredom until he got a good lead on what WARD was really up to...

[SuperMuldoon]

Alan Ballard - HELIOS

"Time to initiate the final test on the upgrades Henry." Alan said, hovering in the sky well above Fortune City, FLARE Jets keeping him aloft.

"Copy that. The program is up and running, when you start I'll see the performance readouts and we will go from there. Go ahead, I can't wait to see how the upgrades work!" an excited Henry Sykes replies over the suit's comm system from back in his lab.

"Ok, here we go. MERCURY System, ENGAGE!" he says, as the suit's vocal receptors read his command. The MERCURY System orb orbiting his suit glows as it powers up. It sockets itself into place on the SOLAR Battlesuit and almost immediately the FLARE Jets surge with power. Alan decides to slowly ease the power up.

With a blast of immense power, Alan tears through the sky. "It's a lot more powerful than our predictions." Alan said through gritted teeth, straining to resist the powerful g-forces.

"Incredible! The speeds you have attained, and we are only at 10% power!" an excited Henry Sykes says over the comm.

Alan slowly increases the power. "AAAAHHHHHH!" he yells as his speed increases even more.

The Fortune City residents enjoying a relaxing day at Malcom Central Park, might have their day disturbed slightly by an orange blur breaking the sound barrier in the skies above.

[Starsign]

Declan

Though an admirable attempt, "impressed" wasn't the word that described the teenage females' reactions. One of them, a tall female with short black hair wearing a white t-shirt and jeans, gives off a profound "Ugh," and turns away from the three foot tall Galvan. The second of two females, one with long blonde hair in a tank top and long skirt, seems more fascinated by Declan way than anything. "Wow, how did you do that?" She bends down and eyes Declan with glee. "Was that magic or are you really an alien?"

The third teenager, wearing a tank top, shorts, and sporting short red hair, has the closest reaction to what Declan wanted. She slowly kneels down in curiosity to the Galvan and pauses for a moment before slowly reaching out to rub the area of where she thinks the Galvan's ears are. "Hey, can you hear us without ears?" The blonde teenager simply cracks a smile at her friend. "Fascinating little thing, isn't he?"

"At least some people are doing more than sulking about," the tall female interrupts deadpan as she looks off in the distance with an unamused look. Declan could see in her direction is a man of average height lazing about next to a big tree. He wears clothing that doesn't resemble reasonable wear on a summer day; hooded jacket and thick long pants.

A moment later, the skies attract the attention of the three girls as an orange blur, along with a male's yelling, flies past at incredible speeds. The red haired and black haired girl simply look up for a moment while the blonde teen stands up in excitement to look toward where the blur is going. "Wow! Did you both see that?!"

Saskia

Originally early in development, Saskia's work manages to get the whole main structure up in incredible time. The steel walls and girders hold up the second floor very nicely. The other workers there are unsurprisingly amazed at the progress that was made. While most of the workers there were a little frightened at best, there is no denying their respect at Saskia's skill in building. It only seems to be Mark who is amused by the work made. Of course he has had the experience of knowing Saskia for awhile so he is rather used to it.

Keeping quiet for most of the work day, Mark looks at Saskia to respond to her as they are putting the finishing touches on the structure. His voice is a little shaky, still getting used to his new life out of the maximum security prison. "Could we skip the alcohol tonight Saskia? I'll be fine with soda pop or even water." Saskia knows Mark has had a drinking problem before being arrested to the prison. It wasn't the reason why he was prisoner but it was a factor; he has yet to tell Saskia what specifically happened though. Nowadays he is very careful on his actions and their consequences. "Wanted to get settled in the city before I called anyone. Do you have a specific place to go tonight or would you like me to decide?"

Getting ready to check the roof stability, Mark hesitates as Saskia mentions the prison. "I, uh..." He never really enjoyed that place as Saskia can recall, especially the outbreak that happened there. He sounds very embarrassed as he speaks. "Well Sam is wondering how you've been but I try not to think back to there..." Before letting Saskia get a chance to respond, Mark hurries up the ladder out to a hole in the roof to check if the roof is stable. A moment later Saskia can hear Mark say "Holy-!" and slides down the ladder as Saskia can hear a male's yell scream past the building.

Tim

If someone watches from a distance, they can see how the kids were having a lot of fun practicing football with their coach. The kids have known Tim for a long time and they greatly enjoy his company compared to their previous coach. Antoine, the young kid with short black hair and dark skin, looks to Tim as he gets up from being tackled. "Yeah, but I'm trying my best! It's hard to move in this." Antoine had signed up for football as a way of exercise. Being rather lazy beforehand, the young boy chose to toughen up to make his family proud of him. He has a rather problematic lack of confidence though, something he's been trying to overcome.

Another boy, Mike, grabs hold of the football after practicing a play. "Tim! Watch me!" He cries out in excitement as he drops the football and tries to kick it. He fails spectacularly as his leg kicks thin air instead and falls over on his back. A moment later he gets back up to try again. Mike is always one who wanted to try and impress everyone for some reason. He isn't very athletic but he does try his best and is never lacking in confidence.

Meanwhile, taking a look up, Tim and the kids can see an orange blur and a man's yell quickly streak by at incredible speeds. Mike's attention turns to it immediately. "W-was that a plane? How'd it move so fast?" He looks to Tim as if the coach knows everything.

Avery

After speaking with her "old friend," Avery rests for a bit to let her mind go out toward the city. Such a process is like a spinning roulette, drop the ball and let it go to whichever number it lands on. In this case, she ends up hearing the sounds and thoughts of an indoor area. Avery can hear the sounds of cash machines click in and out while people talk about such things of money, withdrawals, and deposits. Based on the sounds of it, it's likely a bank or casino of sorts.

Among the sounds that Avery can make out is a conversation between two females. "So, how has the city been so far?" One voice is that of a mid-thirties woman, sultry and sweet. "Well, it's... Big I guess." The other voice comes from a younger woman in her low to mid-twenties; she sounds almost naive to Avery. "So this is where we'll be from now on? I feel like we're going to get ourselves lost here." The older woman chuckles in response. "Of course! This city is one of the best places to get lost in, to lose ourselves as well as those that pursue us." The younger woman gives a worrying sigh.

As soon as Avery opens her eyes however, she sees an orange blur streak across the sky with an accompanying yell from a man.

The Lawman

Among the basement level in the FCPD HQ comes an echoing sound of footsteps. The footsteps are quieter than those of an experienced officer; instead the pattern comes from a very cautious person. Likely they're the steps of a newcomer.

Sure enough, at the entrance of Office B3 is a rookie cop. Young, at least in his mid-twenties. Very short brown hair and an athletic build does little to hide his fresh, idealistic face. He waits for the Lawman attention to come to him before he speaks up. "Officer Johnathan Smith reporting sir. The commanding officer has requested you to begin patrol early today." His voice matches his face rather well. There is a clear sense of discipline within him however so at worst he seems like a well-trained and young novice.

The officer takes a quick look at the room of The Lawman's. Between the scattered papers and the empty bottles lying around, The Lawman could tell the officer is trying to hold himself from raising an eyebrow. Looking back at The Lawman, Officer Smith politely asks, "Would you like me to organize your papers in the meantime?"

Rudy

Relaxing at the park, Rudy hadn't found much, if anything, coming up to him. His moment of sulking contrasts the rest of the park's activeness and his clothing makes him come off as shifty at best. Despite that there are a few key sights around him. Off to his left is the famous lake of Malcolm Central, mostly calm and relaxed today. A husband and his wife can be seen having a picnic by the lake; sandwiches and salads make up of their lunch.

Looking in front of him, Rudy can see a teenage girl looking at him across the distance. She looks rather tall for her age, wearing a white t-shirt and jeans with short black hair to contrast. Along with her are two other teenage girls who seem to be admiring a three inch tall creature of truly bizarre anatomy. Even from this distance Rudy can tell it's hardly a common animal.

Just then, an orange blur streaks past the skies. An accompanying male's yelling is heard along with the blur.

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Sorry Muldoon, I'm not quite sure where to go from here for your post, though mostly everyone else is aware of Alan If you have anything planned with Alan, please write a post for it. If not and you'd like me to though, I can come up with something. Hope this isn't an inconvenience for you

[Ladorak]

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Small change if you don't mind. As a detective Mason/the Lawman doesn't do patrol. However there's all sorts of ops work that'll get him out of the basement. Just pretend he got a ti or something.

The Lawman smiled wickedly 'Rook, you just made my day. Listen carefully. You have one job here.' He got up, making a show of dusting down him chair 'You sit here. And you stare at this.' He jabbed a venomous finger at the flickering screen. 'You listen when a call comes through, you make call notes. Then you tick one of the two boxes. Then it goes into one of these two piles. The big one's not the good one.'

While he was speaking he had stepped across the room and retrieved his leather duster from a coat rake, unlike everything else in his office it was in immaculate condition. It slipped onto him like a second skin.

'Case notes are all there. Take your time to familiarise yourself with the names. Learn their roles, learn their mannerisms. Learn how they interact. Some of the files have photos, I find it helps.'

The Lawman stepped forward, suddenly he was towering over Officer Smith, staring down on him baneful. 'Do not touch my paperwork rook.' He continued to stare menacingly for a few seconds, then he moved away to the door. He stops just before he touches the doorknob 'And I'm Detective Mason. Don't call me sir.'

The carpark

The Lawman is split with indecision. On the left is an unmarked police car, on his right is Lola, his pride and joy. She was the type of Harley that Harley didn't make anymore. A low slung cruiser with a throaty roar and far more power then it needed, designed only from driving in straight lines. Utterly impractical for the city. He didn't care, he loved her.

Unable to decide he flipped a coin, and sighed sadly as it came up tails. 'This'll be a sensible day then.' He said the word with loathing as he made toward the car.

[Ridai]

"Ha!" Saskia calls out as she hears Mark talk about not wanting to drink alcohol, a grin on the big woman's face as she jabs a finger in his direction. "That's what I wanna hear, boy! **** booze." There's irony in what she calls Mark, since he is in his early thirties. Then again, she singlehandedly protected all the grown men with the will to be a more or less decent human being.

Saskia inspects her handiwork a bit as he continues. "Actually, I got a better idea. Little restaurant just down the road an' I'll treat you to dinner. Ya'll be all over their steaks."

As Mark climbs up the ladder, voicing how the prison haunts him, Saskia is reminded that others are not as strong as her, physically and mentally. She had even enjoyed her time in there. Life was simple, without so much of the bull of normal society. She hung out with Sarge, looked after her boys, roughed up troublemakers, worked to her heart's content. Simple. "Sammy still can't take me off his mind, eh?" she mutters to herself, one corner of her mouth actually rising. Granted, him being into her might have something to do with the guys having seen her naked in the shower numerous times, but it seemed to stay that way for him even with her clothes on.

Then the shout happens. Cocking an eyebrow, Saskia grabs one of the steel girders and leans outside the building, looking up to the orange streak in the sky. "Oh, watch out, spandex squad is coming," she quips drily, shrugging the moment off. Seeing that the supplies to continue work at this point are missing, Saskia walks over to Mark. "Guess we have the rest of the day off. Dinner's lunch now." The young woman chuckles, slapping him on his back and heading out with him, taking off her gauntlets and carrying them in her hand.

"Call me when ya'll get the supplies," she hollers over to the supervisor. Next stop, a nice little restaurant just down the road.

[Raynn]

Declan Kenneth Tennant a.k.a. Roulette
1/1 Hero Points - Unharmed

The Galvan smirks, or an approximate of the species, before replying to the blonde with a bow

"I am neither magic or always an alien, I come to this form by way of a device known as the OMNI-MORPHER!"

he points to the device that now resides on his chest

"I do indeed possess facsimiles of human aural receptors they simply reside under my . . ."

As Declan is cut off Omni pipes up from his chest

[Judge Tennant we should investigate th . . .]

Declan cuts him off in turn as he gives the two girls who gave him the time the number of his current burner cell

"I know, I know. Judge stuff, but we'll need a way to follow. You were a Galvan so you know they're just smart they can't f. . . oh that's good."

With that Declan starts leaping away in the direction of the nearest electronics store as he says back to the girls

"Call me, we'll do lunch!"

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Assuming I don't have time not to Jury Rigg I'll spend a hero point to Jury Rigg Flight 5 (Limited: Platform).

Technology: (1d20+20)[24]

If I can afford to not jury rigg and still be ready before Declan times out at the ten minute mark then I will not Jury Rigg, otherwise I will.

[SuperCracker]

Tim McAllister
Park

Tim walked over to Antoine and he gestured to his sides. “You gotta make sure the pads are on tight. The tighter you’re wearin’ ‘em, the easier it is to move around with ‘em. Get good and strapped in before the next play. Five minute break, fellas!” He said, holding up his hands, fingers splayed outwards. “If you’re late, you’re runnin’ laps!”

He gave Antoine a pat on the helmet, then looked over to Mike as he tried to kick the ball. Tim winced as the kid busted his ass. He ran over to where he was and knelt down, helping him up.

“Mikey, son, you gotta remember to keep your balance. Yeah you wanna punt the ball hard, but ya don’t wanna break your leg doin’ it. Just practice the technique I taught ya. Take it easy. When ya got the basics down, then we’ll work on the epic kickin’ skills.”

He grinned and patted him on the shoulder.

“Run and grab some water, we still got an—“ He looked up with everyone else at the sound of the sonic boom. For a split second he saw the orange streak. Wonder hit Tim’s brown eyes… maybe a superhero of some sort?

Man, how cool would it be to fly like that?

“I don’t think that was no plane.”

[Green Bean]

Avery

Avery follows the conversation of her unintentional eavesdroppees carefully. It's absolutely none of her concern, but then again, in her line of business what you don't know can send you to an unmarked grave with two in the kidneys. She's putting together a brief investigative plan to look into this, nothing too serious, when she's interrupted by a sudden sonic boom. It looks too small for a fighter jet, and the dopplering scream indicates there's probably a pilot. The question is, who was it?

Like the professional that she is, she multi-tasks, whipping out her phone to Google nearby banks and casinos while reaching out with her mind to the retreating blur across the sky before it got out of range. She establishes contact with the outer edges of his (her? its?) mind and drops a non-invasive telepathic package there. It's nothing more than a quick message, along with the knowledge of how to respond.

<You should probably slow down a little bit, before you make an enemy of every new mother in the city.> Her 'voice' speaks in English, and thanks to a month long regimen with a Langley area linguistics professor, with no trace of accent or regional colloquialisms. The sardonic tone carries through just fine, though. <This is prime naptime, after all.>

[SuperMuldoon]

Alan Ballard - Helios

Alan, recovering from the surprise of just how fast he was going, slowed down and reduced the power coming from the MERCURY System. An excited Henry Sykes blared over the comm. "Fantastic Alan! The results are fantastic! The speed you can attain...its simply fantastic!"

"Fantastic indeed, but it is something else entirely to experience it first hand. I'm going to have to make some modifications, the throttle is just too sensitive - the slightest push sent me supersonic." he said, and was about to continue when he felt a voice inside his head. Nothing malicious - in fact it seemed somewhat snarky. <Telepathic communication, the first time I've experienced it - very interesting! However, I'm afraid the residents of Fortune City will have to bear with the momentary disturbance - it's for Science after all!>

Alan smirked, making a mental note to investigate the telepathic message after the test was completed, and turned his attention back to the task at hand. "I'm going to take her down Henry, do a quick adjustment and then maybe run it again." he voices over the comm and looks for a nice quiet spot to land in the park.

He lands near a small group of trees with minimal people around and quickly gets to work. The MERCURY orb detaches from the suit and floats into his hands as the armored gauntlets slide back allowing him full use of his hands. Readouts flash on the screen detailing the technical specs of the orb, and his hands move quickly making the necessary adjustments. It takes a few moments, but everything is finished neatly and he eyes the sky, ready to begin again.

[Starsign]

Alan

The closest remote place Alan can find is a small clearing surrounded by clusters of trees. Landing there takes a little precision but is otherwise a suitable spot for quick alterations. Things could be worse anyway; Alan wouldn't have wanted the MERCURY Boosters to outright stall and cause the SOLAR battlesuit to plummet down to the ground.

If Alan takes a moment away from adjusting, he may look around to see the green leaves and grass accompanying the oak of trees and the distant sounds of children playing and people happily chatting. These are one of those times where a scientist can wish that their lab could perfectly replicate the outdoors rather than attempt to do so artificially.

Just then, a voice can be heard off him the distance. "Hello?" It's the sound of a young and curious boy. The SATURN Satellite System can detect that the voice is coming from an average 53 ft away, directed at Alan. Looks like he's got some more attention than he expected.

Tim

Antoine simply nods as he goes over to the bench. After the initial shock of the orange blur flying past, he goes to take off and place his pads on again. Though he seems focused on football, the other boys are more interested in the blur that had just landed nearby the field. A cluster of trees block off what would have made an easy sight to look at whatever just landed.

Still holding the football in his hand, Mike slowly walks away from the field and right up in front of the cluster of trees. He rings his voice out curiously in the distance. "Hello?" His attention to it seems to distract him, along with many other kids, from the fact that they should be practicing football right now. Perhaps a visit might be in order?

Avery

After sending her message and getting a response, Avery may look in the skies to see the same orange streak move to land in the park. Based on her mental senses he had landed nearby, at least within short walking distance. Based on his response it sounds like he'll be off to the skies again. If Avery wants to talk with this person face-to-face, now might be a good time.

If she'd rather not though, the city is still full of minds and voices to listen to if she'd rather.

Declan

The red-haired teen waves after the Galvan as he takes off. "Wait! I don't know your-" Her voice trails off as Declan hops away as fast as the 3-inch creature can go. It doesn't take long to find a hardware store. Simply going out of the park, over the street, and past a small alleyway to find the building he's looking for. The place is a bit of a modest two-floor story building, built with bricks painted bright white to stand out among the other buildings present nearby. Above the doorway in is a large wooden sign with the word "Ryan's" in blue letting with a white border.

Inside Declan the Galvan can see the floors cleanly floored with smooth wood as he enters. From what he saw of the outside building, he can judge that he can see about only half of the floor he's on, the other half blocked off by a wall and an closed door brightly labeled "DO NOT ENTER." The other thing Declan immediately notices at the moment is the clerk at the register. A man in his thirties with very short black hair and a face exemplifying confusion looks down at Declan. After a moment's pause he opens his mouth to quietly ask, "...May I help you?" Another young clerk seems to be quietly talking on her cell phone, only making several looks towards Declan. The few other customers here have yet to notice Declan; probably for the best.

Saskia

Saskia waits outside the casino for a bit while Mark changes out of his construction clothing. He walks out wearing a simple black t-shirt and jeans. "Sorry for the wait," he modestly says as he begins walking down the street with Saskia. As usual, the streets and sidewalks are very busy, crowded with people and their own plans for the day. It's amazing how one can have a conversation here.

Mark is a little hesitant at first but decides to speak up on the way to the restaurant. "Saskia, how much of this city have you been to so far? Fortune City feels so overwhelming to me. I've seen crazier as we both know, but I've never lived here for a long time."

Mason

Officer Smith looks on with a little worry at how... Violently Mason is treating him. The rookie quickly understood what to do however as he responds with a confident "Yes detective," and begins staring at the screen defiantly. Looks like reality is going to take some time to be knocked in the rookie's head. At the very least Mason's desk work are in good hands... For now.

Driving off down to the requested location, Mason sees the usual things in Fortune City such as the active casinos, the corporate buildings, and the crowded sidewalks. He also notices the less usual stuff like an orange streak land down in Malcolm Central and his phone going off with the standard jingle he's heard hundreds of times now. "H-hello? Police?" The voice on the other side comes from a young woman; her voice very quiet but calm. "This is from Ryan's Hardware down at Sideview Drive 98. We just received an entry from an unknown, sentient specimen, around 3-inches tall, that entered the store. Is there anyone nearby that know what kind of creature it is." Anything describes sensible better than what he just heard now.

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Lemme know if this is good Lad. I'll change it if it doesn't

[Ridai]

Saskia overlooks the crowd, not having any particular trouble getting through. "Most of it, I guess. Lived here until I became monster-of-the-week." She gives a derisive grunt. "Never eff'n' changes, just gets dressed up differently. The third of town tourists don't know exists is probably the sanest." Saskia doesn't bother with regarding the people around her, just let's them take the path of least resistance. Namely, going out of her way.

"So, what about'cha? Got a roof over your head, big plans to put all that money t'wards?"

[Raynn]

Declan Kenneth Tennant a.k.a. Roulette
1/1 Hero Points - Unharmed
Alien Form: Galvan

Declan leaps up on the registrar's counter and says nonchalantly

"I'm going to need access to some of your electronics, and any spare tools or parts you use for repairs, superhero business. I'm sure I can find a way to make it up to you once this has all been sorted out, but I apologize because I must rush. I'm in an awful hurry!"

He smirks and does is best heroic pose

"Please direct me to where I can work."

[SuperCracker]

Tim McAllister

He brushed some dirt off of his black gym shorts. His black muscle shirt was without sweat. Apparently he had some pretty good endurance to be running plays with all these kids. Still, he needed water. He found the Gatorade jug they’d brought along – filled with water, of course – and filled one of the bottles, drinking it down. He made sure to get the kids hydrated. He didn’t want anyone dropping from sweat. They do live in the desert, after all.

“Drink up, drink up. A car don’t run without gas, and ya’ll don’t run without water. Hydration!” Tim didn’t know the science of it, but he’d had those lessons drilled into him when he was a kid. Some things did manage to stick occasionally, as he’d always say.

Tim glanced around once, and realized that Mike wasn’t there.

“Aw hell.” He sees the kid wandering out towards some trees. “Ya’lls five minutes are about up. Ya’ll mind Coach Hernandez for a minute,” he said, referencing the other coach, one of Tim’s former coworkers at a construction job.

Tim then jogged over to where Mike was. “Yo Mikey. What’d I say about wanderin’ off?” He followed Mike’s eyes into the trees, and saw… well… something that looked like it came out of a movie. “Mikey, get back in there. They ain’t gone be able to run the play without you.”

He waited for Mike to run off before he stepped through the treeline into the clearing. To Alan, Tim would appear to be just some guy at the park.

“Damn, son. That’s some serious hardware.” Tim said to him with a good natured voice. Sharp eyes watched Alan, to gauge whether he was one of the good guys or one of the bad ones.

[Ladorak]

'Detective Mason here mam. I'm on my way.

This was one of the better bits of the job. He took the siren out and placed it on the roof of his car. It's shrill wailing sent traffic scattering before him as he put his foot down all the way. Sometimes it was good to be a cop, not often, but sometimes. As the speed force drove him down into his car he reflected that this was one of those times.

'I'll be there in a couple minutes, it the meantime keep your distance.No sudden movements, and try to be polite to it. You'd be surprised how often that helps.'

[Green Bean]

Avery quietly broke off telepathic contact with the UFO pilot when he landed and decided to investigate. She paused for a moment, to make it more difficult for any hypothetical observers to make the connection between her and the telepathic communication. She stood, and leisurely went off in the general direction of the landing site, following a walking path like any other normal citizen enjoying their day.

"Suddenly", she caught a glimpse of bright orange out of the corner of her eye. Obviously curious, she wandered off the path and quickly arrived at the landing site. She narrowly missed some random kid running off, but pushed through the bracken to find that the football player from earlier had beat her to it.

Inwardly, she was impressed at what she saw. Garish colour aside, it looked like a serious piece of hardware. Serious hardware meant serious money, and serious money was something serious people kept an eye on. Avery went through her mental Rolodex for people or organizations with the money and motivation to build something like that. Outwardly, her mouth gaped a little, the sight of an advanced battlesuit a mind-boggling twist in the ordinary life of Jane Q. Public.

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Running a Well-Informed check on Helios. Not trying to find his secret ID or anything, but it never hurts to keep informed!

Investigation: (1d20+10)[19]

[SuperMuldoon]

Alan Ballard - Helios

The SATURN system gave him a proximity warning before he heard the child's voice. "Henry, looks like I've got some company - some civilians have noticed my impromptu landing. Let's postpone testing until the civilians are clear." he says over comms and lets the MERCURY orb float back into place just as the small child - followed by a rather large, physically fit man approached him.

Helios gave the kid a quick salute before the larger man told him to get back into the football game. "Serious hardware indeed, one of a kind." he replied in a friendly tone. "Just running a few tests, sorry to interrupt your football game. It was supposed to be high altitude, but there was a slight calibration error...just finished with the adjustments."

His sensors alerted him to another civilian behind him. I probably should have activated the cloaking systems instead of sensors...

[SuperCracker]

Tim McAllister

“It ain’t no problem. That’s why there’re two coaches.” Tim started walking forward nonchalantly. He did have a bit of a fanboy glint in his eyes. “So uh, I dunno any of this technological sh--- stuff, but that thing goes fast if you were what I was lookin’ at a while ago. What else does that bad boy do?”

Tim was too entranced by the idea of a superhero—or someone who could be one—to pay attention to the quiet woman that also came to look at the power armor.

“Ya know what, I got horrible manners. Tim McAllister. I dunno if ya got a secret identity or not, but I reckon I should introduce myself before grillin’ ya.” He extended his hand towards Helios.

[ChronicLunacy]

Rudy Brandt/Frostbite

From a little farther away from the group gathered around the man in the orange battlesuit, Rudy observed from the shadows of the treeline. He couldn't help but agree with the football coach...that was some serious hardware. Though bringing it down in a park full of kids might not have been the best decision, it was certainly a sight to see. Despite the summer day, Rudy's breath fogged as it drifted out from under the hood of his jacket.

At least he wasn't the only bit of weird to show up in the park today.

[SuperMuldoon]

Alan Ballard - Helios

Alan shook Tim's hand. "Call me Helios. Pleasure to make your acquaintance Tim." he said. His sensors started noticing more people heading to his position. At this rate I'll never get back to testing...

At the mention of what his suit can do, Alan had to restrain the desire to show off - he was extremely proud of his abilities, but it would probably be best not to go overboard. "Well, the SOLAR Battlesuit has many functions, the one I was just testing was the MERCURY System. That one pretty much lets me fly REALLY fast. Most of the other systems are combat related, and I don't think a public park would be the right place to show those off - but let's just say I've got some firepower." he said, grin invisible under his helmet but evident in his voice.

[SuperCracker]

Tim McAllister

Tim shook the armored hand. The pressure sensors in the armor might indicate that there was really no give in the big man’s grip, which could be peculiar considering the servos in the armor itself. Tim listened eagerly. SOLAR… MERCURY. Sounded like planet stuff. He canted his head when he said the suit had firepower.

“If ya don’t mind me askin, what you plan on usin’ that firepower for?”

This was the important part. This Helios guy didn’t sound like a bad dude, but still… due diligence (he’s heard that phrase before).

[smuchmuch]

Lady luck

With a small musical sigh of disapproval, a gorgeous strawberry blonde wearing a cream tailor suit and her hairs tied back into a green veil delicately put her glass back on the counter of the Spotlight World's bar. Overpricing she can forgive, it's a casino bar after all, the drinks aren't supposed to be the main attraction, but nothing called called a 'tropical embrace' should feel so tame on the tongue.

She came to watch over the works on the Spotlight World's second floor. It is of course nice to see business growing, the city is healthy, and the fact it's a small part of her own territory is even more pleasing. but it's nothing exceptional. She did however notice a strange tingling feeling when coming in front of it, some power used that felt slightly familiar in a way. And there was not mistaking the construction was going faster than it should. This picked her curiosity, she might just give a visit to those miracle workers.

It is however quite early for her taste. Where the casino towers and when the city is colored by the lights of neons, that more her place and hour. So before tackling any kind of business she's taking a breakfast.
Not the cocktail, or even any kind of food, whether it's good or not, while she does enjoy it it's just not kind the sustenance she needs at the moment. No it's the people in front of her, aligned in front of slots machines loosing themselves in the fascination of the game, the hope of the gain. All those emotions and belief makes thin little threads rising in the air, tangling to create the weave from which are made the greatest miracles and magics and, in all modesty, her of course.

Having had her morning, well early evening, jolt, lady luck is still in no big rush. She pose a few bucks on the counter, small tip that dring ddi'nt deserve more, before walking in dirrection of the door, before thinking where to go next.
She could take a look at that construction site right now while the workers are on lunch break to see what the griders have to say. Maybe she could kill time by taking a stroll in the park first. It's not really her taste to be surounded with greenery but the park is a tame thing with great solid concrete alleys and a cool relaxing atmosphere, nice to visit once in a while.

Suddenly she rises her head to the sky, where an orange blurr just passed with a male scream and ended up in a crashing sound in dirrection of the park. Look like there might be some entertainment scheduled earlier than she though after all.

[Starsign]

Saskia

Mark rubs the back of his neck as he thinks for a moment. "Well actually I do have an apartment. It's barely adequate but it really is better than I could have expected when I came here." He places his hands in his pants pockets as he walks, clearly in thought with a bit of a sorrowful look on his face. "As of now I'm just trying to live; I don't really have any future plans... What about yourself? What was it like for you when you first got back here?"

Declan

The store clerk leans back as the Galvan jumps up on the counter. He uncomfortably looks at his female partner, who had just hung up on her phone, before looking back at the 3-inch creature. Slowly he says, "...Sorry sir, but items must be paid for before you may use them. Could I ask what you need?"

After Declan gives his response, a person suddenly enters the store. The female clerk gives a small sigh of relief. Whoever this person is, he's certainly looking at the odd situation.

Mason

The female voice on the other side of the phone gives a quiet and somewhat relieved, "Yes sir," as she hangs up. Coincidentally, Mason is able to pull over to Sideview Drive 98 shortly after hanging up. Ryan's Hardware is just a short drive to the nearby driving place and a walk past the street afterward.

The place is a bit of a modest, meaning sub-standard, two-floor story building, built with bricks painted bright white to stand out among the other buildings present nearby. Above the doorway in is a large wooden sign with the word "Ryan's" in blue letting with a white border. Mason can tell this isn't one of the more high-corporation buildings at risk here. Inside the detective can see the floors cleanly floored with smooth wood as he enters. He also immediately notices the situation as to why he was called to come in for. The first of two store clerks, a man in his thirties with very short black hair, looks worryingly at a very small creature standing on a desk. The creature is
around just a couple inches tall, ambiguously amphibious and thin. a head in roughly the shape of a Y with two large eyes, gills, and no nose or ears make up practically half of the creature.

This could take a good bit of explanation.

At the park

By the looks of it, the SOLAR battlesuit has caught quite the attention. Aside from the football coach known as Tim McAllister, watching from a distance is a man masked under a lot of heavy clothing and an old female looking at the technology in wonder. A few moments later, another female, a beautiful blonde woman, is seen walking towards the commotion. Quite the crowd here, perhaps an introduction from everyone is in order?

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Avery doesn't have any info up on this battlesuit. Probably a brand new model of some sort.

And if no one here minds, I thought I'd bring the 4 PCs in the park, along with Lady Luck, together to get everyone a chance to roleplay a bit. Lemme know if there might be any problems.

[Raynn]

Declan Kenneth Tennant a.k.a. Roulette
1/1 Hero Points - Unharmed
Alien Form: Galvan

Declan glances over at the new entrant, suddenly ignoring the clerk who he realizes is just stalling. OMNI speaks up

[Judge Tennant, it is possible that an individual entering the premises after you have alarmed this company's patrons may be a result of a contact to a local law enforcement agency. I should not have to remind you that you are currently a fugitive from their legal system]

Slowly Declan the Galvan nods

"I know OMNI. Let's hope this guy is a little nicer than the Feds who tried to chop the Omnimorpher off my arm . . . if this guy is even a cop."

[Ridai]

Seeing Mark's expression briefly puts a hand on his shoulder, surprisingly gently for someone of her strength. She has become better at actually controlling her titanic power since her teenage years. "Hey now, no hangin' your head. Startin' over's hard, but things're gonna turn out for the better if ya keep at it 'n' don't half-ass it." Tough talk is well and good, but some soft(er) words every now and then help, too.

"Pretty much had to start from scratch. Did some construction work, some architect stuff, other physical things, to get some money. Bought myself an old warehouse over in Silver Springs, renovated it, made it my home. Put a kickass workshop in there. Pretty much enjoying my hobby, doing some contract work on the side or show those diploma-armed amateurs how to build a frickin' house!" Saskia chuckles, smirking when she remembers what had happened earlier that day. Learning experience for the guy. Ahh, good times.