Panurgic Noir (Inactive)

Game Master Elsine

Siphon and Moxie

Maybe, just maybe I will. He says, restraining hiself from further innuendo as your mlkshake arrives
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Rook smiles as he pulls out his phone I'll see if her stream is active. he says Is it, Twitch?
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I'm charmed to meet you, Miss. Rook says I must say, Valerie, If I had known you kept such pleasant company, I would have sought yours much more often. He takes Moxie's hand in his own and (assuming moxie doesn't slug him)

Oh, I'm hardly rich... just generous with my friends. May I count you among that number, Miss?

Amir

A few blocks into your "storm off", a young woman flags you down. She holds a clipboard and is dressed more formally than the district would indicate. Mr. Ahmed, Right? she says, f you turn to give her attention.

Manifest

1, unleash uses freak, that should be a 12, but 2. that sounds a lot like an "Assess".

Unleash covers extending your senses, and I figured A: that summoned scouts would be a solid approximation of how a summoner might do that, and B: it fits trying to get the specific location of someone better than Assess. The question list for Assess has far different goals in mind than what I was after anyway.
Why ask "What here can I use to find X?" when I can just find them? I don't have pre-reqs to meet (I believe) and I wasn't after a bonus.
Also, I have Hopeless among my pile of conditions. That gives me a -2 to Unleashing, and 3 - 2 = 1. I just used the final modifier instead of putting everything in the roll.
I'd need a +4 anyway to get 12 with that roll, so I don't know where you pulled that from.

I forgot about the senses thing, my bad.

The pixies scatter into the house. less than a minute later, you hear a shrill voice say He's in the basement!

a short moment later Now he's in the hallway!

Living room!

Kitchen!

you'l either have to face him down, or book it now. What do you do?

Elsine, before I let Moxie touch him, do I know if Rook needs his specialized equipment to do his psychometry, or if he can do it by touch?

By touch. He's better at inanimate objects than people, but he would probably read the past several hours off of her.

He's pretty low profile, he mostly just knicks people's wallets and gets their PIN with his power, or uses it to get dates.

...well. There are a few things you can learn from this.
Someone actually is here. Whoever's in there is Male. He's not exactly slow from the rate he's getting about. And finally, pixies are probably shouldn't be your first resort when you don't want your target to know you're there.

Dammit...deep breaths. Focus.
Burn: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 3) + 4 = 8
Guess I'm marking Afraid. I've had All the Conditions in my bar for a while now, but I guess I can remove that strike now. 3 Burn.

"You're going to hurt someone. Bad. No 'ifs', just a matter of 'when'."
...no...no, not now! F*@+ YOU, IT'S NOT HAPPENING HERE! NOT! NOW!

Manifest takes shaky breaths. He needs to stay focused. With a pulse of red and a surge of pain, a harpy appears in front of him, vibrantly coloured and blatantly impatient. (Constructs - 2 Burn.)"Take the air over the building, and grab the guy in there if he tries to bail out. And Don't. Hurt Them." The harpy scowls at Manifest, but after a moment, it takes off and starts circling the building. The mage nods to it as it comes around on its first loop. "Thank you."

Taking his attention from the air above, he takes one more uneven breath. "Right. Time to do this..." Manifest enters the building.

All right, thanks.

Siphon whispers in Moxie's ear, but not overly concerned about Rook overhearing her, "I'd avoid shaking his hand unless you're okay with him knowing what you've been up to for the past few hours." She smiles at him playfully.

"If you're looking for someone to feed you a line about 'from those who can to those in need' you've got the wrong girl." She makes sure Rook gets the hand with bruised knuckles. "I chase hard criminals." To Siphon, she mouths the name 'Valerie' with a look of sympathy.

Manifest

inside the building, a humanoid figure, heavily cybernized, with arks of electricity coming from his body. Superhero. It says, impassively. Alone, but a master 9. you are a threat. it lunges for you. What do you do?

Siphon and Moxy

Looking like that, I'll bet you do. Rook smirks Moxy. If she has heard of him at all, she only knows him for his role in a bank heist several months ago.

As soon as he takes your hand, his eyes briefly go purple You hit Ingress.... You've rather earned my admiration for that, the prick needed to be taken down a peg. he laughs You can call me Neil, if you want.

He passes Valerie a wad of notes Would you be so kind as to go get Adam's attention. get me a Reuben, get yourself whatever you want... and Miss, what do you want? he asks

It had been fun for a while; the playful banter and double entendre stringing Rook along. But it suddenly soured when he passed the wad of bills to her and asked her to get his order for him. Moxie's look of sympathy had caught her unaware, and now she sat frozen, staring at the cash in Rook's hand.

What am I doing here? First I antagonize a bunch of heroes, then I get all flirtatious for a two-bit villain -- who's really just a petty crook pulling credit card scams. I'm not going to be his arm-candy fling. I'm waaay better than him.

Her smile turns sour. "Get your own damn sandwich. I'm not your flipping waitress. And remember? I don't eat. I may be on the side of the angels now, but I'm still Siphon."

She stands smoothly and plants a hand on one hip, turning to face her teammate as if Rook had suddenly ceased to exist. "Moxie, you can stay if you like, but I didn't see any action on Twitch's feed. So I don't know what she and the boys are up to, but it must not be much. I need to go check on something, then I'll probably head back to Manifest's place to crash."

Moxie's composure cracks- a fleeting look of uncertainty, the air around her shimmers like a popping soap bubble, then a smile. "No, sure. I'm cool. Totally. See you tomorrow?" She sucks down milkshake until Siphon leaves.

When she's alone, again, Moxie looks back up at Rook. "So how does this work? You see the thing in the past, or it, like, whispers to you? What kind of information can you get out of something?"

Pierce the Mask: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 5) + 3 = 11
What do you intend to do?
How could I get your character to tell me more about Mad Moxie?
How could I gain influence on you?

Even as the figure lunges for him, Manifest finds himself noting their cybernetic state and wondering whether they even wanted to be like this.
...why? Why do people do this?
With a pulse of yellow, a sword forms in Manifest's hand - a beautiful ceremonial blade, stained and darkened by blood it should have never seen. A weapon he had become fond of since he learned its roots...and how it was perverted from them. It wasn't deserved, he felt. (1 Burn Construct, and one that really is interesting, even if I'm not giving the name, yet.)
Blade in hand and wracked with pain, he centres himself once more.
Burn: 2d6 + 5 ⇒ (6, 1) + 5 = 12
The glow from his sleeves steadies. His breathing doesn't.

There wasn't time for a wall...not the space, either. The cyborg would probably just go for a weaker wall instead.
He needed to get outside, but it was coming fast enough for him to wonder whether he could warp out in time if he tried. Seeking to slow them down, Manifest calls shades - and unlike with the teen idiots, here they were let loose to bind and drag down his assailant. As they rise, he moves back, his blade readied.
UNLEASH!: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 1) + 1 = 3
...Snake Eyes, now?
This can only end terribly.

Condition(s): None

Amir almost flies by her, his brain not immediately registering that a stranger on the street called out his name (last name, anyway). He brings his sandstorm to a stop. As he touches down, stepping off the storm, the once whipping sands that surround him fall into a pile on the ground.

"Uh... yes? That's me."

Hello I'm back! Sorry again, life was trying to kill me, let's get going!

As the teen's voice shouts back at him, Kilt's attention focuses in. If Manifest and Amir wanted to have a shout-off then they could go ahead and do it. He had more important things right now. "It's Jake, right? I ran into your friends at the park. They said you'd been attacked by a super-goon? Me and my team are tracking down whoever did this to you. I was wondering if you could give me some specifics of what happened. It might help us take this guy down."

"Yeah, see you tomorrow," she tells Moxie, then saunters out of the restaurant. Once outside, she takes a brief glance through the window at Moxie and Rook sitting at the table still in a conversation. She wasn t worried; Moxie had plenty of power to defend herself if he made a move.

As she turns to walk down the street, she unfolds a napkin in her hand and studies the symbol scribbled on it. Prodigiocian.

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Siphon was glad the high-rise she sought wasn't far off, since Mad Moxie's powers were running low. The shield-board manages to get her there before running out entirely. She steps off the invisible disk and looks up -- and up and up -- at the luxurious Lovelace Center Apartments.

She strides in confidently, ignoring the fact that she's wearing an oversized T-shirt and yoga pants in a place where Versace is considered low-brow. A pair of extraordinarily well-dressed and thickly-built security guards step up to interpose themselves between her and the block of elevators.

Siphon smiles broadly at them. "Hey, Hogan! Rufus! It's been a while. I just need to go see Lovelace for a moment."

The two exchange a look, then glare at her. "She's busy. Now leave."

"It won't take but a moment of her time. I can find her myself -- penthouse suite, right? You can go back to eating barbells or whatever it is you do to get so big."

The two are not amused and shake their heads in unison. Then they each pull out a pair of black gloves and put them on.

"I guess you've heard of me, huh?" Siphon asks as the pair move toward her to forcibly remove her from the premises.

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Siphon punches in the correct key sequence and uses the last of Mad Moxie's telekinesis to turn the two keys simultaneously to get the elevator to take her to the proper floor. She waves at the two nearly unconscious guards as the doors slide shut. Guess they didn't hear that I don't need to touch their skin, she thinks as she whistles softly to herself during the elevator ride.

Siphon finds Lovelace in a bathroom that is the size of most apartments. The underground financial mogul and information broker is lying in a Jacuzzi bath with cucumber slices over her eyes and her hair wrapped in a towel when Siphon shoos away a servant.

Lovelace lifts one of the slices and looks Siphon up and down. "You assault my guards, invade my home, and you dare come before me? In yoga pants?"

"Give me a break. It's been a rough couple of days," she replies. "And your guards grabbed me. So I gave them the upcoming week off."

A look of supreme annoyance crosses Lovelace's features but fades quickly. The financier replaces the cucumber slice and settles back down in her bath. "Good help is hard to find, as they say. You're inconveniencing me, Siphon. You're obviously here because you want something. But I'm struggling to see why I should give you anything? Unless you want to try to convince me you haven't joined the 'good guys'?"

Siphon shakes her head. "I won't. But I'm still willing to come to an arrangement for information. I know you like to give tidbits to heroes -- makes you useful to them so they leave your operations alone."

Lovelace bites out a sharp laugh. "You're hardly a hero, dear. You're a confused child."

She swallows an angry retort and lets her comment slide. "Regardless. I heard that my parents are looking into Prodigiocian. I want to know why. Give me what you know, and... I'll owe you one."

Moxie

I must remember to apologize to Val next time I see her. Neil/Rook says As to your question, I can touch an object,a nd see important events that have happened near it. give me Bono's shirt, and I can describe the concert, or a shard of headlight, and I can tell you what caused the accident. I can dig further, for less big events, but that can give me a headache.

My turn for a question about you. let's start with a simple one. favorite food? He asks

in order: he intends to go on acting like this is a date, until it is, or you leave.

give him an object, and ask him, he likes to show off

You have it.

Manifest

wielding a meter and a half lightening rod against an electrokinetic works out about as well as one would expect...and in the middle of your shade summoning too.

Being stunned as a brute slams their fist into you also goes as well as can be expected... that is to say, you are on the lawn, in a pile of broken glass and dirt, while the electro advances. Go ahead and take a powerful blow, would you (remember, you never roll +more than 4

Amir

Ah, yes. I'm glad I ran into you, I'm having a very good day The girl says My name is Alexandra Boucher, I represent an organization dedicated to the advancement of the Neo-abled population. I was wondering if you would be interested in membership.

Kilt

Yeah, on of the freaks jumped me after my shift. I told the police everything. it was dark, he was an electric freak, really strong. he broke most of my rids, inflicted permanent nerve damage to my arm and leg, and tore up the alley, then scampered off like a g*&@+&ned cockroach as soon as other people came to investigate. he says, grouchy as hell

Siphon

Oh, Prodigiocian... I have a file on them.. Lovelace takes her time reading through the file, with the occasional muttered Really or Oh dear, if inquired, she will brush you off until she's finished reading.

It would seem that your parents were meeting with someone from their research team, trying to purchase a 15973 "Tempus" therapy. I'm afraid that even I don't have files on their gene therapies, so I couldn't tell you who it was for... maybe your family was interested in giveing themselves utility powers as well.

Really? I'll try and remember that.
I took a Powerful Blow, Ow: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (5, 4) + 4 = 13
Well that was entirely predictable. Well, I'm a Nova. Time to lose control. What's the theme to today's festivities, and would you like me to enact it?

Well, he was outside. That was a plus.
But he was also interrupted during a summon. That was decidedly not a plus, for so many reasons.
Did we mention the overprotective and incredibly powerful demon that had a bad habit of acting out, or the metal mask he wore that was currently the source of a whole lot of crippling pain? How about the fact that these past hours were very trying, and this was decidedly not helping?
Needless to say, there was already a lot that could go wrong where Manifest was involved. And now, circumstances dictated that the world see what a few of those things are once more.
How much attention would it draw this time once they did?

Condition(s): None

Amir scratches his head, thinking this is kind of weird. It's a welcome distraction from his previous thoughts though.

"Uhm, sure! Tell me more," says Amir, listening carefully and watching her intently.

Pierce the Mask (+ Mundane): 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (4, 1) + 1 = 6
Miss :( Marking Potential [1/5 -> 2/5]

"Tempus therapy." What the hell is that? Siphon muses as she cuts through a seedy neighborhood to reach Manifest's home. It may have been late at night and she only a slip of a girl, but she was flush with the life force of two big bruisers. For a little while, her strength would be almost superhuman, and definitely far greater than what someone of her size and body type could display.

She had left Lovelace's penthouse with not a great deal of information, but she had said she would let her know what "Tempus therapy" is once she found out. And Lovelace was very good at finding things out. But in the meanwhile, Siphon had to wonder if her parents were planning on getting powers themselves, and if so, what for? Revenge against her? She supposed it was possible. Or were they just obsessed with getting back their golden goose?

Her mind spins round and round, wondering about her parents and her other interactions with various so-called heroes and villains that night. She still felt salty over how Ingress had treated her, though she hadn't exactly acted like one of the good guys either. She wonders how he would react to her draining Hogan and Rufus. Probably with another lecture.

In for a penny, in for a pound, she thinks when she spots a bicycle chained to a post. She was getting sick of walking, and had started to fume again over how everyone was still seeing her as neither a villain or a hero, but something in between. She gives the chain a tug and it snaps easily. I'm stronger than I thought. Maybe the boys were juicing. That'll help during our "exercise" tomorrow.

She hops on the borrowed bike and pedals quickly through the late night/early morning streets of Panurgic, finally reaching Manifest's neighborhood. She ditches the bike outside the area and walks the last half-mile to Siegfried's home. She slips inside, wondering if Manifest had finished his obsessive patrolling and was home yet.

Blowing off steam: Committing a misdemeanor to clear a condition (angry).

Aren't you effectively knocked out/removed from the scene if you have all conditions marked?

Twitch, irritated that somehow she got roped in to being a messagner boy, decides to she's had enough.

"He'll send you the details if he wants to Kilt. I'm going." and hangs up. Kneading two knuckles into her forehead she pulls out a notepad and pen, supplies usually meant for the uber fans that wanted an autograph on the spot.

"Call him here kid. It only works once and then the routing service will give you an error. Kilt wants to help, but just know that doesn't mean its a good thing."

And with that, Twitch leaves.

To a group chat (including The Kilt) she starts sending off messages.

So, everyone ready for tomorrow, or are you all having fun without me?

Also, Manifest, I want to talk to you about an idea I've been working on.

Removal from scene is if I take another condition while I'm at full. Basically, I really don't want lower than a 10 when doing my burn rolls.

Manifest

In the erratic muscle contractions the electical shock causes, you touch a not insignificant number of your sigils... would you kindly tell me the name of the pack of fire-beasts you just unleashed?

the hulking cyborg-thing advances, and getting a look at him, you know the Harpy is unlikely to be able to lift him into the air, even without accounting for the electrical arcs... but yu wll probably burn his house down. what do you do

Amir

Well, we try to network neo-abled individuals, in both the extraordinary and mundane sectors. we try to connect individuals without resources with people who can provide them. We offer mentor ship, and sometimes more advanced support, with the understanding that at some point in the future, we might ask you to be the mentor or be the support for another individual in need. The girl (woman... she could be as young as Moxy and dressed formally, or a few years older than you and merely somewhat short) says. does that interest you?

Siphon

as you enter Sigfried's residence, a young woman accosts you. Oh, are you Siggie's little friend? is he doing okay? Are you? What's your name?

"Yes!" Siphon says when asked if she's Siegfried's friend. "I'm Valerie. He let me stay here last night after, well, after I had a rough evening. I don't know where he is right now. I was kind of hoping he'd be here, since I'm pretty sure he was going to let me stay here tonight."

She sticks her hand out for a shake. "Are you his sister? He mentioned that you and I could go shopping, since I think I'm borrowing your clothes right now. It does make sense; his clothes wouldn't fit me." She smiles abashedly.

...I'd assumed Sis and Siphon had already met.
Oh dear.
I wonder how much I'm about to hear 'Siggie' later.

A lovely selection of creatures now dot the area, each of them amalgamations of creatures both familiar and completely unknown, all of them unholy abominations.
These things are Chimarae, which were (in his experience) insane and utterly controllable creatures with flames spewing constantly from their mouths, ready to be directed at a poor victim at a moment's notice.

As soon as he stops spasming, Manifest picks himself up, sees the creatures he's brought into this world, and promptly wishes he hadn't. Ever since his first encounter with them, he'd always loathed the things with a passion.
He looks up to circling Harpy. "FORGET HIM! DEAL WITH THE CHIMERAE!" At his call, the Harpy stops circling, and gleefully goes to its new task. With another gesture, a wall springs up to pen in the Chimerae. (Moat. 1 Burn.) After that, his attention turns back to the cyborg. "I don't know how you ended up like that, but that doesn't change that you hospitalised someone, or that you're now attacking me." With a few gestures, a grand circle appears on the ground beneath the cyborg. "You need to stop. Uramidt? Give me an eruption."
The circle starts to glow.

Directly Engage: 2d6 - 1 ⇒ (6, 3) - 1 = 8
Avoid or resist.

Not even a moment later, the ground beneath the cyborg erupts into a focused, towering pillar of flame, and Manifest takes the chance to grab his weapon and get some space as the force of the attack washes over his assailant, ready for what happens next. His eyes flick about, checking how many buildings there are nearby to warp atop.

"A hamburger, fries, and a chocolate milkshake." She couldn't give him the Polaroids. That would only show her taking them. She could let him see something of hers from before, maybe prove to someone other than herself that she really did skip through time...

Probably best to just enjoy a free meal. This guy wasn't a complete scumbag. Surely the rest of the team would show up. Her team.

Kilt rolls his eyes. "Okay, uh, I was more hoping for specifics about the guy himself. What did he look like? How was he manifesting his-...wait wait wait TWITCH DONT YOU-...DAMN YOU BRAT!" He shoves his phone back into his pockets and stops around the alley. "Great, just great! Now I've got to rely on a pair of part-timers who hate each-other to find a guy who'll likely stop my heart at a moment's-"

FWOOOOSH!

The column of flame lights up the sky, and the Kilt stops dead. As the light beings to fade, he yanks off his pants and shirt and begins running towards the fire's origin as he hastily applies war paint. Worries be damned, it was go time.

@Elsine/Manifest, fell free to intoduce me to the fight at any time. Also feel free to notice the massive purple blotch on my back now that I'm "properly" outfitted.

Part-timer? Ohhh, man. You have no idea. Siphon was right on the mark when she commented about obsessive patrolling, and then some.

That aside, I find Kilt's reaction to the attack perhaps more funny than I should.
Or...maybe it's just the fact that an attack I personally placed quite low on my power scale is so noticeable.
Probably both and a few other things. Being a Nova is fun, guys.

Condition(s): None

"Well, yes, absolutely! How do I sign up?"

Manifest & Kilt[b]

[b]Moxie

Ah, in that case... He raises a finger Garcon, could I get a burger and fries, and the haddock for me.. He says

So, I guess it is your turn, but I have another one. I assume, as a young girl with powers, you had some sort of idol, someone who inspired you to heroism. Who was it?

Siphon

Oh, I think he's out. He's out a lot. Is he being safe? She says. I think I have some old clothes I can spare. some of it might be a bit big on you I'm afraid. As for shopping, I'm free tomorrow, or the day after, but I have classes for a few days after that.

Hey, what's Manifest's sister's name?

Amir

Okay, well, if you give us an email or phone number, we'l add you to our contact network. could you also write down your powers, and any particular team, organization, or law enforcement alignment? She says

Twitch

Do tell me what you're up to now? Or shall i rope you into something at the hospital?

Um, Elsine? You asked me about this before. And I answered. Probably with more than necessary. It's Rozalin.
Also...why is the building on fire? The point of the Moat usage was to create an enclosed area where the Chimerae didn't have a chance to set things on fire.
Did I do that, orrr?

in my (admittedly flimsy) defense, that was like a month ago. Also, yeah, but they were out long enough to set the house more on fire (he had already started the process with indiscriminate use of his electronic powers).the pillar of flames only scorched the lawn and some terminally curious corvids.

When Rozalin asks if her brother is staying safe, Siphon throws up her hands. "I don't know. He left ahead of us, so I don't even know if he knew the rest if us were going to meet at Wanda's. But then no one showed up but me and Moxie."

A stray thought laced with paranoia wanders across her brain. Are the heroes trying to ditch me and Moxie? Me because I'm a villain to them, and Moxie because they think she's going to snap like her old self? She rubs her shoulders as she gets a brief chill, suddenly feeling a pang of regret for leaving her at the restaurant.

She turns back to Rozalin, smiling weakly. "Shopping sounds great, but I'll probably have to take a rain check. I don't have any money right now. I may be, you know, Siphon, but I'm not going to be a mooch."

Will-- will I have to get a job? she thinks, the concept stunning her. She sits down while staring off into space, the implications of getting money legally truly unsettling her.

Condition(s): None

Amir gives Ms. Boucher all the necessary info.

"My email is 'amir@ahmed.com'. I'm a silokinetic," starts Amir, using that fancy word he heard on the news earlier today. "As for team... I, uh, guess I'm not technically in a team."

Go ahead and rope me in,more fun that way, more problems to deal with.

"It would be way easy to say Wanda. Not a lot of, like, really rad female role models from back in the day." Moxie looks at the decor on the wall beside them, trying to figure out what part is a handle. "But I'm more of an Unsolved Mysteries girl. Justice looks easy when you, like, catch people in the act, but piecing things together after the fact?" Moxie pauses to take a sip of milkshake. "That's why I'm so totally bummed Salvo's Sliders got smashed. Henry showed me how to be a hero to the hopeless, and did it all without powers. He used to be a totally bichin' PI. Solved tons of cases. To the Paragons, our work fell somewhere between small potatoes and lost causes." Moxie rubs her neck and looks away.

"Uhm, so I've got two now, huh. Anyone inspire you? -Aaaaand... You taking care of your folks with all that money, or is it just for seducing girls with sick hair? Not, like, your parents... Your peeps, your crew, those kind of folks."

Siphon

Oh my god. just went off on his own, didn't take Moxy or Amir or Twitch with him. Doesn't he realize how little defense he has? Roz says, more to herself than you.

she roots around in her closet for a while,a nd eventually gets out a few sets of clothing I know they aren't your usual style, but they should fit.

So, why'd ya do it? She suddenly asks as soon as your hands close around the bundle

Moxy

Hmm... not many insirations for my type. Maybe Circumspect. I mean he wasn't really a good guy, but he went out of his way to use his powers to make sure his crimes were bloodless. I just think maybe we'd be better off if more of us had a less violence-prone attitude like him

As for peeps? I don't really have a group I run with. more per-diem, see. And I don't have, like, a little sister or someone who needs me. I guess I'm just trying to get by in a city where that alone is an achievement.

Amir

Any less immediate affiliations? political parties, societal and authoritative stance? This is all for statistics purposes, we monitor trends in supers You see her check a box on her clipboard that reads Hero(LE endorsed)

Yu

Walking out the hallways, you hear a voice from inside of one of the nearby rooms. Twitch? it asks. coming from the room of a young person, badly injured. what do you do?

Siphon tries to be upbeat about the selection of clothing Roz hands her. I'm going to be looking like I stepped out of the early 2000s. I think Manifest's sister had the entire Hanna Montana fashion line, she observes mentally. How many halter tops and low-rise jeans did she own?

Her head snaps up from the questionable fashion in her arms at the unexpected question. She stares at Rozalin, her dark eyes wide. "Do it? You mean switch sides?" She shifts uncomfortably and looks away. "I saw where my life was headed. I didn't want it to go that way."

Of all the...

Tiwtch throws on her best streamer face, and peeks around the door into the patient's room, as if a parent was playing peek-a-boo with their child. However, in this case she was greeting a possible fan.

"Someone call?" she asks.

Condition(s): None

Amir feels a twinge of worry, as the questions turn more personal and political, but his fears are somewhat assuaged by Ms. Boucher's reassurance that these most recent questions are for statistical purposes only. He spots her mark 'LE Endorsed' on her clipboard, and he wonders what that could mean. Lawful Evil, maybe? Amir decides to ask her directly.

"Um, no, to be honest, I don't really think about stuff like that." He tilts his head. "What does L.E. endorsed mean?"

Gonna go for another Mask Piercing.
Pierce the Mask (+ Mundane): 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 2) + 1 = 4
Well that's no good D: Marking Potential, again. [2/5 -> 3/5]

Moxie gets her burger and tucks in. She's meticulous, but quick, and doesn't leave a drop of sauce behind.

"I don't have a phone yet, or I would totally give you my number." She would let him offer to give her his number. She was not about to start asking for boy's numbers no matter what the magazines said.

Siphon

That's all. you left all your friends and famiy behind you because you were scared of the future? Scary future. Rozalin says

Where are all your and Siggy's friends?

Yu

You're really here? A voice says from the room, as you poke your head in. inside is a 13 or 14 year old, with a broken eg, and a smattering of cuts on them. Ths is so cool!

Amir

Ah, undecided, Quite a number of capes are apolitical, for one reason or the other. SHe says Le Endored means Law Enorcement endorsed. in short you identify as a hero, and the police agree. some, like Mourning dove, identify as heroes but are not LE Endorsed

Moxie

Well, at the shelter I would hope they would have phones available for use he writes a number on another napkin, his 6th or seventh at this point, with his doodling You could call this number, if you ever need anything, or just want a sympathetic ear. Now, my turn, is it? When you worked for Mr. Salvo, what was the coolest case you worked?

Siphon bites her lip as she tries to explain. "Well, I realized I didn't actually have friends. And my family, well, they're part of the problem. 'Cept for Victoria, my sister. So, yeah. I left it all behind."

She sighs exasperatedly. "And I don't know where my new so-called friends are now. I left a message on Kilt's phone. Moxie's probably still at the diner. But I have no idea where Siggy, Twitch and Sandman are." She pushes a lock of hair behind her ear and looks away. "Maybe they've decided I shouldn't be part of their team."

"Okay, so, check this- because it's totally the most amazing story you'll ever hear. -First time I ever helped Henry with, like, a case that wasn't mine... 'caus, like, mine never got solved, and I just, like, kept hanging around, you know? Right, so, guy shows up, says his wife was murdered, except she's actually gone. Just her and her stuff, all gone out of their apartment. So everyone else, right? They brushed it off as her leaving him. Salvo, though, he doesn't spend ten seconds in the room before he points at the bedpost. He's like, 'you carve that?' -and the guy's like, 'What does that matter even?' but it turns out there's this heart thing carved into the bed, and it's just got the one initial in it. Like, how does that even work? The closer we looked, the more it looked like there was, like this gnarly person-shaped hole in the community, and the only two things left out of place were this guy, and the half-carved heart. Come to find out, the guy had one of her kidneys! Yeah, not a righteous guy, just a righteous story. End of the line, right? Wrong. Salvo gets this article from the library on some cutting edge science called DNA fingerprinting. We take the stuff to Mark, this rich kid I knew, and they set up a science lab. When they did the fingerprinting, it lead us right to the culprit." The story ends abruptly, Moxie blinks, and she sips on the empty milkshake.

Condition(s): None

"Makes sense" Amir lets her continue.

"Ouch, looks like that hurts." Twitch says, entering the room after she makes sure it's clear.

"Didn't expect to see a fan here."

For someone who dealt with her fanbase through a screen primarily, the one-on-one meetings left her more at a loss for words than she'd like to admit. Hopefully, the kid's eagerness would make up for that.

Manifest & Kilt

The Electro emerges from the inferno, badly burned, with bone showing on it's worse-hit left side.. it shrieks with twisted vocal cords, and explodes into bolts of lightening... directed at the other houses on the block. No one gets hit this time, but he charges up again, and moves away from the house he came from, now an inferno.

Manifest wasn't sure what the worst thing about all this was right now. That the cyborg was a little less durable than anticipated, that even injured as he was he was still going strong, or that the house he'd tried to keep un-immolated was currently on fire.

Manifest's eyes flick between the burning building and the injured cyborg. He couldn't afford to leave either alone, but he was going to have to deal with one of those things first. Question was...no, it wasn't really a question. If he gets away, he can be caught later. I don't know if I can un-burn down a building.
He still needed some distance. Too easy for the electro to hit him, right now. He quickly glances around and...there. That building would do. "Ariel!" The wings take him, and soon Manifest is on a nearby rooftop. (Move - 1 burn.)

Alright, now the building. He works away for another conjuring. A phoenix? Phoenix should work. They've always been able to absorb any local fires before. That part of their rebirth cycle's always been convenient since he found out about it.

Defend: 2d6 - 1 ⇒ (1, 6) - 1 = 6
Well, that's the last miss I need to advance, but someone's going to suffer for it.

Siphon

About 30 minutes after your arrival "home", you hear Rozalin fairly panicked on the phone. What happened to my brother! I'll be right down, She says

she comes into the room seconds later. Get your coat, Siggy's in the hospital. what do you do?

Moxy

You can't leave me hanging... who was it? What do you mean person-shaped hole? was this one of those alternate-reality things? Neil/Rook says, clearly enthralled

Amir

Excellent, now if you have time, would you just fill out this page she says, handing you a sheet and clipboard, filled with basic questions (age powers manifested, age you first went out in costume, any medical complications.) Don't put your name on this one, it's just for the scientists.

This is just about when the pillar of flame, and the columns of smoke start appearing back the way you came. I would not want to be in media today... betcha anything a neo-abled was involved in that one

Twitch

Yeah, didn't expect to see you here. visiting someone? He asks I'm super too! he says excitedly, going invisible for a moment And an empath... but I need more practice, my first fight with the Chevaliers noirs didn't go great.

whenever you decide you're bored with the fan, you notice that the ER smells like smoke, and there are about a dozen new patients in the ER, along with Columbia, Dante, and Walpurgis (superstrong and durable, pyrokinetic, TK & empath

Manifest

You wake up in a hospital, sore, burnt, and in a hospital gown, the civilian garb you wore under your costume (or, if you don't, unfamiliar garb) folded on a chair beside you.

The meory comes back slowly, reaching for the phoenix, and a flash of light, the smell of burning flesh. spasms and pain. That electro had range. You don't know how ong you were out, but there are three costumed people in the ER. what do you do?

also, Manifest, as half a neighborhood qualifies as valuable valuable, and most of your actions count as foolhardy, you clear insecure and angry now you only have 3 conditions.

...HALF A NEIGHBOURHOOD.
Well, that's possibly the most Nova thing I've done so far.

...oh god, oh god, oh god...
There were a few things he could say for certain. He'd caused untold destruction, for one, and was probably going to have a whole new set of nightmares to deal with when he next slept. Another was that if he was facing someone with any sort of ranged attack, it was best to assume anywhere they could see wasn't safe until proven otherwise.
The last one was that whatever came next, he was not going to like it.

What even happened anyway? The wall he put up would surely have vanished, and probably the harpy too. The chimarae, though...he was willing to bet those had stuck around. They'd probably caused even more problems until they'd been dealt with.
And...what about his costume? What had happened to that? Had it vanished yet? Had it not? Where was it if it hadn't disappeared yet?

...that was something for later. Siegfried looks himself over, and finds himself thankful that he had certain resistances to rely on here. Some of the burning is fairly bad, but nothing life threatening. That, however, wasn't the most problematic of this whole thing for him.
Exposed by the hospital gown is a variety of runes, symbols, and sigils that cover his back and his arms, precisely shaped and coloured, several of which could prompt a slight headache or other such things if looked at too long. And even where the burns he'd received should have at least marred them, they were utterly immaculate, as if exempt from the harm inflicted to the rest of the skin. Not that they were, though. Even if they didn't look it, they were surely as badly burned as everything else there.

He needed to cover these up. And he'd have gotten changed into his clothes to do so by now if it wasn't for the three people here who could have seen him do so. He'd rather not dress with an audience.
And so, he looks blankly at the capes, unsure of what to say - let alone if he should say something. Who were they? What were they thinking? What did they know?

Siphon had been curled up on a loveseat in the living room and just about to doze off when Rozalin's excited voice snaps her awake. I don't have a coat; I don't have much of anything, she thinks about mentioning, but she recognizes that Roz was too focused on getting to the hospital to care about that correction.

She pulls on her high-top boots and yanks off a random coat from the rack in the foyer. Throwing it on as she follows Rozalin to her car, she realizes that it's probably one of Siegfried's, given its masculine cut, which is to say it hangs off of her waifish frame in an unflattering way.

Siphon takes the shotgun seat of Rozalin's little economy car and grabs a hold of the door handles as Siegfried's sister hugs the curves and pushes the engine to the limit. Her newly-acquired strength keeps her from getting flung about the cabin during the squealing turns and rapid accelerations that the little compact was not built for. Siphon has another private moment of grief for her cute little sports car before forcing it away.

When the car finally screeches to a halt crookedly in a parking garage next to the hospital, Siphon pulls herself out and follows the sprinting Rozalin on wobbly legs.

She catches up to Roz at the help desk, where she is urgently demanding to know which room her brother is in. Siphon simply smiles at the attendant and follows Rozalin.