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Post by Moni on Oct 30, 2016 20:07:02 GMT -5
(collabed with The Scrac that Smiles Back) "You never told me that’s how you got your powers,” Fireflyman said when the cameras switched off. “That’s actually really sweet.” He’d never really broached the topic with her, mainly because he didn’t want to think back to how he got his own powers; he got a straight story from Faust, he knew what he was like immediately before, but the actual event was much too fuzzy to recall. Sound blended into sights into smells like a corrupted old video. “You never asked,” replied Comet matter-of-factly before noticing the two rods of candy floss he’d bought from a nearby vendor, “Ooh, thanks!” He handed her the orange one and shrugged as though saying “that’s true, that’s true.” “I bet you made that kid’s day, though. It’s not every day your favorite amazing hero addresses you--and on live television, too.” And, he thought, his parents would have an easier time trying to get him to eat fruit--or at least, they wouldn’t have to buy a steamroller to flatten pineapple slices for him. “Well, I just wanted to make sure I was a good influence.” “Like Inferno?” said Fireflyman somewhat glibly. Comet’s eyes wandered into the distance for a few moments before snapping back to reality. Like Inferno… Even though the two had never met in person until the battle, Inferno had an unmistakeable impact on her life, and the funny thing was that she may never have realized it before. She could have been the Inferno to someone else--maybe plenty of someones; Harald was just one. “I guess.” She took a bite of cotton candy, the soft texture gradually dissolving into the faint taste of artificial mango in her mouth. “If Inferno talked to me as a kid, I’m sure it would have been the best thing that would have ever happened to me. I don’t know if Harald would’ve been that happy, though; Inferno is leagues above me.” Fireflyman wasn’t so sure about that for a number of reasons. Whenever he thought of Inferno, he thought of her maniacal laughter as she rained fire from the heavens and pretended she was giving all the bad kids coal. “You’re… you’re really modest,” he finally decided to say. “You’re better than you give yourself credit for.” Comet didn’t reply to him at all. Instead, she took another bite of her cotton candy and stared at him as he waited for her to say something, and, failing that, he stammered: “Well… I… I can only speak for myself, but you’ve been a great mark on my life.” He was still oblivious to the quite literal purple mark on his lips, and Comet held herself from laughing. “I don’t know what I would have done last season without you.” Dimples lined Comet’s cheeks even as her mouth only momentarily twitched into a smile. “Worst-case scenario would have you dancing in a cheap version of DUDE BRO™’s uniform.” Fireflyman reddened. Yes, that. He hoped it would be scrubbed or replaced from her memory at some point; it was really not his finest hour. Burying his head behind his punch-flavored swath of cotton candy, he said, “Well, let’s not get too apocalyptic with the way we look at things--” “I don’t know if I’d say that would be completely apocalyptic,” she said with a light shrug. “In fact, I don’t really remember saying that was a bad thing.” If Fireflyman were anyone else, he could have waited a few moments to come up with any sort of comeback to that. The bioluminescent parts of his body helpfully flickered red to broadcast his embarrassment to everyone around him. All his energy went into quieting himself down. Comet’s gentle pat on his back shut off his lights for good. “You’re so easy to tease.” He couldn’t disagree with that. “Well, I guess… I guess all I was trying to say is that you’ve been the hero for my day again and again. I’m always happy to hear you and you’re so smart and kind and… heh... I’m not good at this.” She smirked, her eyes watching him with a come hither look. “You sell yourself short on that.” She thought about other things she could say, but what she really wanted to do right now was show. She motioned with a finger for him to draw closer. He did as asked. Daniel was used to thoughts buzzing around his head, but not their complete absence; not even the dumb parts of his brain, of which there were many, decided to say anything. They would come back eventually like the killer in a horror movie, he just didn’t know when. She pressed her lips to his in a kiss, smudging even more purple makeup on his mouth.
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Post by Celestial on Oct 30, 2016 20:25:38 GMT -5
Tabitha was distracted by the small and yet wonderfully well-mannered voice by her side. She turned around just as the boy introduced himself as William. William, as in the boy who had written her the letter. "Oh, what a pleasure to meet you, young master William. How do you do?" she took his outstretched hand, shaking it. "I must say, I was rather surprised to get your letter but it was a delight to read. I am quite glad that you took my comments to heart, especially since with a good deal of practice and hard work, you could become a world-class performer. Or a hero, if you so wish," she clasped his hand. "You are very lucky; you are young, with so much potential. You can be anything if you work hard and put your mind to it." She smiled and looked up at Scaletta as the hero came closer, giving the other woman a friendly wave. "Hello, Scaletta, and hello Cornelia, sweetie," Glancing down at Cornelia, she gave the snake a soft pet across the head, relishing the sensation of scales beneath her hand, or at last all that she could feel through the gloves. Tabitha looked up at Mizshu as she spoke, and though she smiled at the pun in regards to her bike colour, it seemed like she had missed the point about obligation and Tim. Since he had come down from his hypnosis, Tim had bought Tabitha a beautiful antique book. Though he did not say it, she knew what it was for: the bruises on her throat had long been healed by the memories still remained fresh, as well as the lesson that perhaps she should reinforce her collar for next season so it would not be so easily crushed. Nevertheless, Tabitha decided not to say anything to Mitzi regarding her suspicions about Tim's gift-giving. For all she knew, she could easily be wrong: it had been a few months, after all, and Tim was almost literally a different person, even without considering him and his relationship with Zenith. Once that was considered, well... She realised she was smiling far too much and covered her mouth with her hand, turning back to Scaletta to distract herself. "I am quite enjoying it, thank you. I was a little late but I had the pleasure of taking in some of the dramatic performances that were being staged, as well as meeting this lovely young man," she gestured towards Willaim. "As for music..." A idea dawned on Tabitha. "Scaletta, would you like to accompany me in a song? Anything you like, as long as we both know it," she looked down at the boy, smiling widely. "William, would you like an impromptu performance? You know about composure and stage presence but there is so much more to learn, and I would be glad to teach you it, as well as reward you for being so sweet," she glanced back at her fellow hero. "As long as you do not mind indulging us a little, Scaletta." Tabitha gets to meet William( Reiqua) and tell him how happy and flattered she was by the letter (she got it last post. >> If you do not remember it, it is not because I forgot to include it at first but your memory is deceiving you.). She also pets Cornelia, since Scaletta( Pixie) offered, and since Mitzi( Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff)) did not catch on to her comments about Tim and obligation, lets it be. But she is soon distracted by an idea to perform with Scaletta for William. =D ( Dju and Liou, your characters are around so have tags too.)
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Post by Twillie on Oct 30, 2016 22:03:25 GMT -5
Natasha was promptly escorted back to her cell once recess period had ended. As the door locked behind her and she was left in silence, her conversation with Espin and Nyx still swirled in her head. It had been a while since she'd talked properly to either of them, and their last encounter reminded her why. Both of them still harbored desires similar to those back in November, and their dislike of the place drove them to plans of escape. Natasha didn't love prison either, but she didn't want to leave. She… didn't know what she wanted. She wasn’t happy. But she also wasn’t miserable like when she first arrived. Right now, she just felt numb. The therapy worked, to an extent. It reminded Natasha of her time practicing music with Deric, as it kept her mind distracted from the darker thoughts passing through it, and she could channel her energy into something actually productive. She still felt the desire to hurt, to hate, but at least by the end of the day she was too exhausted to do anything about it. Soon enough, hopefully, she’d return to how she was when the Queen: able to ward these urges off with a greater strength than just weariness. If she were to actually become the Queen again, though… It had been asked. Countless times now, by the press, by fellow inmates, by herself. She never gave a definite answer. Her bracelets prevented even the smallest of illusions, so at least for now, she told the press that the Queen would not be making a return anytime soon. She simply left it at that. She avoided news reports on her as much as possible, simply guessing how much they speculated about her. Regardless of what journalists asked of her about the Queen’s return, she knew most believed she had been finished since her arrest. With the amount of charges put against her, by the time Natasha was released-- if ever-- it’d be much too late for her to jump into the ring again. Although she hadn’t said it aloud to anyone yet, Natasha knew; the Queen was retired. The press would find this out eventually, but she couldn’t bring herself to say much as of now. She didn’t know what her future looked like, and she didn’t enjoy dwelling on the thoughts of what could come. She only held onto the hope that, in their investigations, authorities would uncover enough evidence to support her plea to help find a cure for her potion. She hoped they had kept the original instructions her father had written. It had served as the biggest roadblock in her own search, so if they actually had it… And then there was the child hero. Her powder had somehow doctored a hypnosis potion cure unknown to Natasha before. If a cure was found, though, the Queen would never return. While losing her mind’s corruption, Natasha would also lose her powers. She didn’t care. She’d sacrifice them, if that’s what it took. The Queen came with more than just the appearance, after all. The Queen had been there during Natasha’s most elated time, and she reminded Natasha of the good still inside her. The fact that she’d used the Queen to carry out some of her most heinous acts… Natasha felt a personal shame. She still had the Queen in her, though. And perhaps, over time, she could help people see the side of the Queen again that she still felt inside and held onto. The piece of her that helped her stay sane. … But, while she couldn't relate to their ambitions, Natasha mused, Espin and Nyx gave her a similar feeling of comfort. Although none of them declared any of the others friends, the two still understood Natasha to an extent, and that tied with shared experience let them talk casually to her. Perhaps they even sympathized with her on occasion. Natasha wasn't happy, but perhaps her memories and the company of those two were what helped her from spiraling into depression again. Keeping these thoughts in her head as she settled into bed, Natasha closed her eyes. She hoped. Natasha just does a little self reflection after her talk with Gelquie and Thorn, wondering what might happen to her later and how she feels right now. She decides that though things don't look too great now, she still has a few pieces of optimism to hold onto in the present, as well as hope for the future.
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Post by Thorn on Oct 31, 2016 4:47:06 GMT -5
Dear Nyx Nightshadow,
I think that villains are way cooler than heroes so you are better than all the heroes. I was very sad when they put you in gaol but I hope you get out soon. When you do I hope you cane smash Zenith because they’re really annoying. The other annoying heroes are: Mishu, Scarlatti, and Firefly man. Also the Queen is annoying because she always cries so pleas smash her two. One day if you are bored you can come to my school and put the toilets on fire like they say in that song. It would be funny.
Love from Riley.*** Nyx smirked as she read the letter. Ha! Take that, Queenie! She'd have to tell her about this the next time the sorcerer's moping got on her nerves. Or just at their next card session. Whenever the mood took her, really. Even if this letter was only from a child, it warmed her heart to know she had fans out there even now. It further warmed it to read of their dislike of not only Zenith, but also that pesky bug and that dratted musician. Plus, this kid had managed to spell her name correctly in spite of numerous other typos in the letter. The truest evidence of devotion! "South, you have a visitor." Nyx grimaced. Ever since it came out publicly in the trial, they'd been using this name. It was starting to get on her nerves. "Tell me," she said, "do you enjoy having a face?" "Tell me," the guard mimicked, "do you enjoy solitary?" She had Nyx there. For the best part of her first month-and-a-half at ADMAX, she'd been confined to solitary. Looking back, her behaviour had definitely been the natural reaction to being trapped in this absolute hole. But looking forward, Nyx knew she and her allies would never manage to plot their escape if she kept getting thrown in there. She resolved to get these people back after she escaped, rose from her bed, and obligingly held her hands out towards the guard. "Who is it?" she asked, already knowing the answer. The guard didn't look up as she snapped on the handcuffs. "Your parents, apparently. Back from the dead, I can only assume, crown princess." She grinned. Nyx bit her tongue. Soon. We'll get our revenge and I'll burn this place to the ground and make fun of your misfortune.Her mother was, as usual, clutching a handbag. It was a new one- purple with white and yellow flowers stitched on. Her father was wearing one of his business suits. Both broke out grinning when they saw her. The guard removed the handcuffs but remained close enough to intervene should Nyx try anything spectacular. As if I could. Please, guys, don't embarrass me here. "Hey, Nyxie!" Too late."Hello," Nyx sat and poked at the plexiglass screen between them. "They need to clean this." "You want me to talk to them?" "No, mother," she rolled her eyes. "What's new?" " Well," her father ticked points off on his fingers as her mother spoke. "You're in here- oh, your hair looks nice, by the way. Your cousin got a promotion. Your other cousin said his first words, and your father here managed to get the limited edition Tabitha Kingsley! The one with the alternate colour scheme?" "Last one in stock," he beamed. "Real high quality!" "I'm really not interested in that," she hesitated. "You mean the gold and maroon one?" "That's the one." Yeah, it is pretty nice. "So, how're things in here?" her mother continued. "The other inmates giving you any trouble?" Nyx shrugged. "It's like anywhere, you can't get along with everyone." "How's that Queen girl? She seems far too delicate for a place like this, poor thing." "She's stronger than you think," Nyx thought back, as best she could given the haziness surrounding the event, to the time the Queen had helped her out in the town hall. Then to her actions at her big concert. Yeah...she could still afford to cry less though. "If you say so," it was her father's turn to speak. "We're sorry we didn't make the trial. It was just- we love you, anyway. We're very proud of you. You helped make an excellent season." "It's okay," Nyx forced a smile. "See you around?" "We'll be in Heraclia another week," her mother stood. "We'll try and visit again over the weekend." "Cool. See you later then." They left, and Nyx followed the guard back to her cell. Judging by her silence, the latter didn't consider anything which had been said particularly worthy of mockery, which came as a relief. Nyx was thankful to her parents for breaking up the tedious monotony of daily life in ADMAX, but she was fully aware that even their presence here was a little...dangerous, for what reputation she still retained. All mystery surrounding her had been destroyed. Her real backstory had been laid bare. Her costume was locked up somewhere. But this wasn't the end. She was no longer Crown Princess Nyx Nightshadow of Etheria but, no matter what they called her, she was still Nyx. She still had her powers, her wits, and her experience. She and her allies would make it out and wreak havoc again, and before long she would once more be able to see herself stealing the show on HCN- in HD. Tagging Celestial for mentions of Tabitha merch, a little over halfway through the post when Nyx asks her family 'what's new'? My final Nyx post of the game! She receives a fan letter from Reiqua 's Riley, and is very pleased with it and intending to tease Twillie 's Queen with its contents. Her parents have finally made it to Heraclia and she receives a visit from them, in which nothing much of consequence happens but this is a concluding round anyway, right? So here I am, doing some concluding by remembering characters who have been mentioned in passing throughout the rest of the rp just forget Nyx's friend Caitlin I couldn't shoehorn her in. Her parents are supposed to be the stereotypical 'well done, we're so proud!' types, and I hadn't intended to take this long to introduce them proper but there ya go. The parallels with some other people's posts are mostly unintentional but I was very happy to discover them. Since it would have come up in the trial: if anyone happens to need it for reference, Nyx's birth name is Lily South. =)
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Post by Reiqua on Oct 31, 2016 6:26:57 GMT -5
William's eyes grew wide with wonder at Miss Kingsley's words. "You read my letter?" he breathed. "Mum, she read my letter!" he exclaimed excitedly, turning towards his mother. "He worked so hard on that," Nicola told the hero smilingly, "he checked the spelling of every word with me!" Then turning to her son she added, "Of course, you had them almost all correct anyway!" For a moment, William was stunned into silence as Miss Kingsley told him what a great potential she saw in him. Then a hand of his mother's on his shoulder reminded him that he should say something polite. "Thank you Miss Kingsley," he said simply, his head still swimming with thoughts too big to be expressed. A world class performer - him! Part of him couldn't believe it was a possibility, but a much greater part of him couldn't believe it wasn't. If Miss Kingsley said he could do it, then surely he could do it. Nicola looked proudly down at her little boy - she knew him well and had some idea of the thoughts that must be overwhelming him just now. She couldn't thank Miss Kingsley enough for the impact those few words would have on her son's life. Miss Kingsley certainly was one of those people who knew the power of a few simple words in the life of a child - especially coming from someone in her position - and she put that power to good use. Not wanting to interrupt her son's moment, Nicola simply smiled radiantly at the young lady, trying to express all her gratitude in that one gesture. William was distracted for a moment by Scaletta's offer of her snake for petting. He marveled at the creature's sinuous orange body as first Mizshu, then Miss Kingsley reached out a hand to touch her. He liked the idea of feeling her snaking through his fingers, but he didn't like the idea of stepping forwards and speaking up in front of all these heroes yet again... Generally speaking William was not a shy boy, but he was a little overawed at being in the midst of so many celebrated heroes. Then Miss Kingsley addressed him again, asking if he'd like some music. His rapt expression was answer enough. He loved music. He adored Miss Kingsley and Scaletta. He could think of nothing he'd rather do than watch them perform and maybe even pick up some pointers from Miss Kingsley! Then, finding his voice, he addressed Scaletta, "Miss Scaletta..." he began, "could... could I hold your snake while you play?" Then he settled himself down to watch. *** (The following Monday afternoon) "Mum, Mum, MUM!" Jo slammed the front door so hard behind her that it bounced right open again. She didn't even notice. She deposited her schoolbag (throwing it halfway across the kitchen) and raced down the hall to her mother's office. "Mum, look at this!" She screamed as she wrenched open the door. By the time the woman had removed her headphones, Jo had already bounded across the room and positioned herself between her mother and the desk. "Mum! I got a letter from MIZSHU! And Mum! She read my fanfic! And she likes it! And Mum! She says I'm a good writer and oh Mum you just have to read it!" The girl thrust her precious letter right under her mother's nose so that the woman had to actually take a step back to read it. A huge grin broke out over her face as she read. Miss Marković had wisely waited until the end of the school day before handing over this precious piece of correspondence, in order to avoid winding Jo up too much. But even in the brief wait for the bus, Jo had managed to procure a red crayon from somewhere and draw a loveheart enclosing the word "friend" where Mizshu had signed the letter. "Mum, can I write back to Mizshu?" Jo asked, and then, "Ohmigosh Mum! We could be PENPALS!!" Having obtained an assurance from her mother that she would indeed be allowed to write back, Jo turned to scurry from the room and get to work writing her reply right away. She paused in the doorway and looked back, still grinning broadly. "Oh my goodness Mum, this is so exciting!" she squealed, "and Mum can I dye my hair purple?" "No, not until you're twelve," came the response as always. Jo scowled. It had been a small victory when her mum had allowed her to get purple streaks for her seventh birthday, but even still she wasn't allowed to bleach her hair, so the purple didn't really show. All she could do was wait for her twelfth birthday, when her hair would finally be her own. But even the sombre thought of having so much longer to wait couldn't really dampen her mood just at the moment. She was going to write to Mizshu, she was actually friends with Mizshu!!!William is only human, so he's just a tad overawed at being in the presence of so many great superheroes! But he still manages to be his polite little self and is excited by the prospect of a musical number from Tabitha ( Celestial ) and Scaletta ( Pixie ). Also, he would love to hold Cornelia if he may! And we see a scene from a few days later where Jo receives her letter from Mizshu ( Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) ) and is pretty jolly excited by it! (Also Scrac, I didn't mean to steal the purple hair thing from Comet xP Jo actually had purple streaks in my mind long before you drew that picture of Comet without her helmet xD) I'm not going to bother linking to previous posts featuring Jo... anyone who's been reading my posts probably has a fairly good idea which one she is XD
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Post by Liou on Oct 31, 2016 7:38:53 GMT -5
Hurricane Happy Huggy Mitzi had been unleashed upon the Justice Jubilee. Mission accomplished, Zenith thought just as proudly as if they had stopped another supervillain. Behind the designer sunglasses that they wore instead of flight goggles, Zenith's eyes darted around the festival. It was incredibly loud, but not yet uncomfortable. Fans tended not to swarm around groups of superheroes as much as for individual celebrities. Zenith still had time to mingle with their fellow heroes before giving the fans their share of attention. The warmth of Mitzi's hug had not even worn off yet when they were engulfed in Tabitha's hug. Hug combo, double fuzzy points, Zenith thought absently while hugging her back. They had gradually become even more comfortable and less shy around the lady. Especially after introducing her to their favourite bunny cafe and bonding over small hoppy bundles of fluff. Tabitha had treated Zenith to a comforting smoothie, just as promised. She had quite a knack for letting people know that their efforts were appreciated. She also had a knack for reminding people that she was aware of their relationships. "Have you been keeping him out of trouble or has he been getting you into trouble?" she asked as soon as they had hugged. "He is trouble," Zenith replied without thinking, "and I am very much into him." Oh great, there was no way she would forget that. Fortunately, the mistress of manners knew better than anyone else how to keep her teasing light-hearted, without overstepping boundaries. She had mentioned Tim's advantage of bending time in their favour, a classic. Now Zenith needed a witty comeback in the same teasing tone. They answered confidently: "Yes." Close enough. Zenith resumed gazing fondly at the two happy cyclists. They were just as much fun to play with outdoors and indoors -with Tabitha's cats-, though Zenith did feel a little safer when they were not near Tabitha's interior decor. "I don't think it's obligation," they told Tabitha when she asked about Tim's gifting streak. "Just gratitude." (Zenith had learned to enjoy the privilege of giving gifts as a couple instead of individually.) Mizshu's pun caught them off-guard and they let out a chuckle. "Well, it's a good thing I've enjoyed my past victories, Mizz, because you'll leave us in the dust now that you're back on wheels." Zenith considered teasing Tabitha right back over her relationship with "The Good Doctor", failed to think of anything to say, and left that task to the many other people who were probably doing a better job of it. It had been difficult enough to dodge their family's questions about The Boyfriend. Tim's face might be more recognisable than Zenith's for viewers of the show, and they were not ready for their family to put two and two together. Eventually, their older sister Nao had half-blackmailed them into sending a picture of Tim's face - in return for her help in choosing an outfit for a special evening. (As soon as she had seen the picture, Nao had replied: "that's a solid 7". Slightly miffed, Zenith had texted her another picture - with a good view of Tim's legs while he was cycling. Nao had taken a second to add: "make it 8.5".) Zenith had plans to take another small job during the off-season hiatus, and pretend that they had already worked it for several months. For now, they felt confident that their family knew nothing of their heroic activities. Zenith, of course, was blissfully unaware of the said family calling HCN behind their back to discuss their safety. The group was joined by a musician twinkling with pretty colours. Zenith gave Scaletta a friendly wave. After seeing what a good fight she had put up against Nyx, they had been quite eager -in their timid fashion- to collaborate with the younger hero on missions. Felicita's clever use of her abilities in battle fascinated them, but not as much as her courage. Nyxie. Zenith made a mental note to bring more tea and cookies, maybe a blueberry-raspberry slushie, to give her when they visited the Queen with Tim. They had not found much to do with Nyx in the gloomy atmosphere of the prison, apart from reminiscing about the past and practicing her banter. They did their best to make her feel that she was not forgotten. They had also been startled to come across Kizuna visiting her. Though polite at first, Zenith had realised that the doctor was using his powers to tease her. "Be nice," they had chided him gently, before making a tactical retreat. Felicita had brought her snake along; Zenith gave a second friendly wave to Cornelia. Although the corn snake bore no resemblance to a rabbit, that did not stop her from looking adorable in their opinion - especially with a small flower balanced atop her head. A brave little fan had found his way up to Tabitha. More and more people had gathered near Zenith, who could feel quite a few looks directed at them. They decided that they would listen to the impromptu musical performance from a distance. "I'll see you soon," they told Mitzi and Tim. "It's fan time." Zenith's silhouette rose slowly above the heads of the crowd as they turned to face the fans. Gasps and squeals were heard, right on time to guide Zenith to where they were most needed. They gave flying high-fives and floating handshakes. With a well-practiced gesture, they managed to sign autographs in midair without making a mess of it all. The fans always seemed to enjoy the moment even more if Zenith was flying. Meanwhile, the hero themself felt a little safer among the crowd if their feet were not touching the ground. They let smiles and words of praise and gratitude right into their heart, returning them just as fast. Zenith did not remember anything they told the fans; that was their way of keeping a serene mind instead of getting worked up. An incredible number of fans had brought stunning artwork, not only to show them, but for them to keep. After what felt like hours, Zenith flew off towards the HCN staff's tent with an armful of papers delicately cradled. Just as they requested a cardboard folder to keep them safe, one staff member gave them two more letters. Zenith read them rapidly. "Wait," they asked the staff member, "their teacher came here just to deliver these? Just now? Hold on - hold on, wait - stay right here, I'm replying now." They impulsively pinched paper and pen from the staff's equipment. Of course fanmail could be exchanged via post, but that would mean the children would have to wait. If Zenith had a chance to spare them a wait, they would take it. Zenith bit their lip with a sheepish, almost apologetic smile. They had done their very best to remain professional on the show when Tim was around, so as not to get in trouble with the network. It was a pity that they could not confirm Jo's intuition. Zenith's handwriting, albeit neat, tended to shrink upon itself, as if their letters were so shy that they tried to hide. Knowing this, they made an effort to write in larger, more legible letters. Dear Danae,
Thank you for your kind letter.
My friend Tim is a great hero and I can count on him, so we work well together.
I do not have any figurines of myself yet. Thank you for your recommendation. As it is your figurine that flies, maybe you are the one who is magical.
I will think of you when protecting Heraclia.
Love from Zenith The really great superhero slapped their forehead when they read over the note again. They really should have taken more time, instead of writing something so corny. They couldn't possibly scratch it out, though. They hoped that it would do. Dear Lucibelle,
Thank you very much for writing to me.
If all superheroes were like me, the show might become a bit boring. All the other heroes and their different powers help me a lot when we work as a team.
I am glad that you find me cool. I will do my best to become as cool as you.
Thank you for watching the show.
With love, Zenith The cool superhero made a mental note to revise how to handle fanmail. For now, they entrusted these spontaneous notes to the staff member who had delivered the mail. If the school teacher was still around, they had a chance of finding her. If not, Danae and Lucibelle would wait a little longer. Zenith stepped back into the sunlight, preparing to join the festival again. A loud noise sounded above the din of the crowd. They scanned the sky. It could have been a heavy piece of equipment, a door slamming, or a superpower being shown off. Zenith tried to guess what Tim might be up to when they found him again. They had no idea. And that was all right. Jun liked to be in control; when they realised that they were not, they panicked. Tim added an element of utter unpredictability into their life. A beautiful being who brought them back to earth in wonderful ways and who encouraged them to be the best person they could. Meanwhile, they strove to be an anchor, a stable home for him to return to. It was amazing what could happen when one stopped running from one's feelings. Zenith made their way back to the group without haste, already loving what they would find out there.
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Post by Pixie on Oct 31, 2016 13:54:23 GMT -5
They were all so friendly. Zenith waved at Scaletta and she smiled back at them. She was happy that Mizshu and Tabitha both pet Cornelia, because she liked when her friends properly appreciated her pet instead of backing away from the poor reptile in fear like many did. Tabitha offered that she and Scaletta should put on a performance for William. Tabitha was pretty great, so she didn’t mind sharing the spotlight with her for this moment, to make a kid happy. “Oh, I’d love to perform with you! Let me know if you don’t know this one!” Scaletta tried to think of music that the opera singer would also know. She’d been trained in classic tunes when she was first learning the piano as a little girl. She’d learned the saxophone during her school years, and she had learned a few older pieces outside her usual genres meant for that instrument in the process. She remembered the most exciting piece from that stage of her life, and she immediately realized that this was going to be something great. The boy asked if he could hold her snake. She had been planning to let Cornelia nestle in one of her utility pockets, but based on William’s expression, he looked as if holding the snake would make him very happy. Over the years Felicita and Cornelia grew up together, the snake had become increasingly comfortable with being handled, and if he was gentle, which it seemed like he would be, there would be no reason to object. “Okay, William, you can hold her if you’re nice to her, and absolutely, please, do not drop her. You have to hold her snug so she doesn’t wriggle away, here, and here,” she gestured a little along the snake’s body at either end, “She’s very friendly.” Once the boy had a secure grip on Cornelia, she dove into playing the music. The full-spirited sound of her saxophone filled the air.
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Post by Tiger on Oct 31, 2016 14:09:39 GMT -5
Iskender was heading the wrong way - but of course, he knew that. The cat had not been under any illusions when he’d fled the city; the villains under his command would sell him out in a heartbeat, his cover as “Gatsby” would probably be compromised as soon as someone found Iskender’s dye machine, and he had no desire to be around William Sinclair if he found out his housecat was involved in his son’s kidnapping. Or Wheatley would start talking, if the collar’s mechanics didn’t give out first, and Iskender doubted the dog would be difficult to bribe into giving up the secrets Iskender had told him to keep. He had the feeling the device was going to fritz out sooner rather than later, though - he’d been working on plans for a sturdier one, but hadn’t had time to commission it. The plans were downloaded into his mask, at least - thank goodness he’d thought to make it more complex than was needed. Someday he would have it finished - Wheatley might have been obnoxiously loyal to the humans, but he was as sapient as Iskender now. The dog shouldn’t be imprisoned by an inability to communicate forever. It had been a bitter few months - cold, snowy, and light on food. Iskender was strong and smart enough to take on prey other cats wouldn’t dare, but he had to be careful not to draw too many sightings to where he was by taking down especially large prey - the general area he was wandering was all Iskender intended to show the nosy press and the trackers. Well, that, and a few distant glimpses as dawn and dusk, at the edges of woods or cities, a or a momentary leer from the rooftops. He never lingered, and hopefully in doing so, he would make his persuers even crazier with frustration. At some point, Iskender thought they might pull ahead and try to intercept him. That was the point Iskender was going to turn around and head back to Heraclia. His work wasn’t finished yet. Sure, things would be more challenging this time; yes, he would have the rogue’s gallery to worry about as well as the heroes now; no, he wouldn’t have the support of a gang this time around. But when had the odds ever mattered to a cat? In an after-credits scene, it’s revealed that Iskender has been roaming far from Heraclia, and as the documentary in the narrator post metnioned, people are tracking sightings. But, oops - Iskender’s allowing most of those sightings, and plans to head back to Heraclia to continue his mission once everyone’s attention is focused far-enough away.
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Post by Reiqua on Oct 31, 2016 15:51:40 GMT -5
Miss Marković was just starting to wonder what she should do for lunch. She'd passed no shortage of places that would sell her "food" but she really wanted to something that would provide a bit more sustenance than candyfloss or hotdogs... Ah! There was a food truck that seemed to have the right idea! It was selling... she scowled. Gyros. Of all the things, why did they have to sell gyros!! Why couldn't there be a shawarma truck somewhere around here? She caught the eye of one of the girls serving gyros looking at her and realised she'd been scowling rather darkly in their direction. She flashed an overly bright smile at the girl in compensation. Just then, a lady wearing a red HCN uniform polo emerged through the shifting crowd. Miss Marković stepped aside to let her through, but the lady stopped and looked directly at her and said, "Excuse me, Miss, but are you Andrea Marković?" A look of utter confusion crossed the teacher's face. Was this what it felt like to be a superhero? Being recognised in a crowd by people you'd never even met before? Uncertainly, she stammered out a response to the effect that yes, she was Andrea Marković. "Oh great!" said the employee, looking visibly relieved, "we've been looking everywhere for you." Then she raised a radio looking device and said into it: "School teacher located, adjacent to Gyro City food truck. Security please attend immediately." Miss Marković's look of confusion was immediately replaced by one of shock. Had she been the subject of a man hunt of some sort? She couldn't for the life of her imagine what she might have done to get on the wrong side of Hero City Network! In her position, another person might have tried to run, but she'd never really been the sort for athleticism. Fortunately the staff member with the radio saw her worried expression and immediately turned to explain. "Oh, that probably sounded dreadful, didn't it!" she laughed, "Don't worry Miss, it's just security have been given some letters by one of the heroes and asked to find you and deliver them," she rolled her eyes and looked towards the crowd around her as if to ask who in their right mind would ask them to find a nondescript schoolteacher whom they'd never before laid eyes on somewhere in the midst of this crowd of thousands. "But anyway, we managed it!" said the lady a little triumphantly, "I guess that's one of the perks of being a super," she grinned, "people tend to try and do what you say!" Miss Marković took a moment to process. A superhero had sent out the staff to get some letters to her. A response to some of her class' fanmail, perhaps? Sure enough a moment later a member of security emerged from the crowd, somewhat breathless from running, and handed her a pair of letters addressed to Danae and Lucibelle. "Zenith requested that you find the students as soon as possible to hand these to them," the security guard told her. It was Miss Marković's turn now to look at the crowd around her in bewilderment, wondering how on earth she was meant to locate two small schoolchildren who could be anywhere in this crowd. The guard laughed, correctly interpreting the look on her face. "Would you like our help, Miss? If you give us their descriptions like Sinclair gave us yours, we can have all the staff on the lookout." Miss Marković hesitated. They were looking for two eight year old girls, one with black hair and one with honey-brown hair. She couldn't even say what they were wearing today. That wasn't going to be a good enough description... Of course, she did have access to a photo of each student on the HSPS teachers' app, but it would definitely be a breach of privacy to show or circulate those pictures without permission. After much deliberation, she answered, "Thank you for the offer, but I think I can find them myself." She giggled, imagining a voice over for the scene: Your mission, should you choose to accept it...Miss Marković had a fairly shrewd idea of what part of the carnival she might find Danae in, and made a beeline for the area where a group of vendors were selling Hero City merchandise. She'd seen Danae with her mother earlier, so she knew to look for the pair of them. Two black heads of hair, one short, one taller... and if she found Danae, perhaps she could ask her where Lucibelle was too. Mission Impossible theme music played through her head as she prowled past the stalls, watching the assembled customers closely. She smiled at her own enjoyment of this. Then - almost to her surprise, she spotted her quarry. There, beside the Schlich stand stood Danae! And - Miss Marković couldn't believe her luck - she was chatting to none other than Lucibelle. The teacher dashed over to hear Danae enthusing about her latest Zenith plush doll to Lucibelle and interrupted the conversation excitedly. Before the girls had even finished greeting their teacher warmly, she'd handed them the letters and urged them to open them. She of course hadn't breached the privacy of the girls' mail, but she was extremely curious to know what the hero had written. Danae broke into a broad smile as she read hers. Lucibelle's look of pained concentration slowly morphed into a look of delight (but still mixed with extreme concentration - reading wasn't easy for Lucibelle). When Danae reached the bottom of her letter, she launched herself at Miss Marković and hugged the teacher around the midsection. Miss M held her arms up high as though to say 'not guilty' - this was definitely a child-initiated hug. She put down a hand to pat Danae comfortingly on the head. "Oh Miss M!" exclaimed the girl, "when you got us to write those letters I didn't know you were actually going to give them to the superheroes!!" Miss Marković just smiled. Lucibelle had finished reading her letter by now too, and she was hugging the paper while smiling, looking into the distance. This was Zenith's paper, on which her hero had written in their own handwriting - to her! 'Mission Accomplished' thought Miss Marković to herself with a grin. It was times like these that she really felt good about her teaching. This was a writing task and a learning experience that her students would never forget in all their lives. ((Sorry for rushed quality, gotta dash)) Miss M is hunted down by Sinclair's office peons who locate her by Coaster's Gyro City food van. (She doesn't buy anything, though - still can't stand gyros). She then tracks down the two recipients of Zenith's letters ( Liou) and hands them their mail, enjoying their excitement. (btw Liou, the difficulty of finding people in the crowd is not a jab at the logicalness of Zenith's scheme at all! I just thought it'd be fun to write that way xP)
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Post by Pixie on Oct 31, 2016 16:58:58 GMT -5
The party at The Electric Base was in full swing the night following the Justice Jubilee. There was a certain humor that the three heroes who were running the place that night were in their club clothes, and it was a the club goers who were dressed as heroes, the festival spirit enduring through the setting of the sun. There were cosplayers of the past season's heroes, and some of the villains. They were never perfect matches, of course, to the real thing. The ones of the villains were not menacing without their faces, their powers, or their voices. The ones she saw of herself and Salamandy were flattering- but for all the entertainment value, Scaletta knew that no force of presence would quite imitate hers. The Electric Base had been around when when Greenwood was an active hero. It had seen numerous celebrations since its opening. The secrets beneath it, and the heroism, unknown to the public, carried the same legacy. The basement underneath that was the personal headquarters of Lightning Rod had been vacant for almost a decade, until two women, almost straight out of high school, had reclaimed it as their own. And he gained a crowd-pleasing disc jockey and a club technician in the process. The mist machines, the lights, the music, the glowsticks (some of which did resemble fireflies) all combined into something indescribably of the moment. The entire atmosphere was consuming and fulfilling all at once. Halfway through the night, Felicita queued up a future bass track that she knew ran on the longer slide, and slyly left the DJ booth. “Hey, how come I didn’t see you with a costume today?” Scaletta teased, walking through the pulse of the bassline as she joined Greenwood near the bar, “People remember just how great you are now.” “The time for that, for me, is gone.” He said matter-of-factly, adjusting his gloves, “I like it here, with this job, making all these people happy. I like helping you two, helping others. It was good while it lasted, but I don’t need any of that now” “About that. Scheduling events is going to get easier for you next season. I don’t think I’m going to continue partnering with her.” A look of confusion lined his face. “I thought you two made a great team.” “We did too. But we’ve been talking. Me, her, we’re really different. Snakes between us might make good friends, but it's not enough for partners in the field. She’s smart, she’s subtle, she’s skillful. I’m too loud for her. And they knew that we work together. If I’m there, they know she’s there-- I blow her cover. I’m hurting her just trying to back her up.” “Even if you stick with this choice, you both can still use the staff room if you like.” “Thanks you.” “Wait-- You’re not giving up on your job outside of here right?” his face was creased with concern. “Just because I didn’t win this round doesn’t mean I’m giving up. Just because I make mistakes doesn’t mean I’m going to stand by, doing nothing, and not even try to make good. And, just because we might not be the best combat team, doesn’t mean we can’t still be friends. We’ve changed since then. But she’s still important to me. She and I can still be heroes. This is just the time and the place for that, isn’t it?” Scaletta passed back through the crowds of costumed clubgoers, returning to the booth where she was DJing. She grinned as she took in the crowd. The club felt electric. Scaletta is DJing that night at The Electric Base. She sneaks away for a moment to talk to Greenwood about hero-ing, and the probable split of the Serpetine Sisters.
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Oct 31, 2016 17:23:29 GMT -5
The morning after the jubilee, Comet approached her desk. The desk was oddly clear right now because she kept shoving her project into a locked file cabinet when she was done with it for the day. She unlocked the file cabinet and pulled out several folders, opening the first and glancing over the copy of a potion recipe contained within. Even after the Queen’s arrest, she’d continued her investigation. Her father’s death was an accident, and the network had understandably never aired the episode. Comet had not been involved but she had been on HCN as a teenage hero at the time and remembered the incident. Anytime someone died, it was a big deal, but little action was taken against the heroes who were involved. There was no conclusive evidence to suggest they were actually to blame for the death, even the hero cams only catching blurs of the action. And of course, none of the heroes claimed to be killers. The autopsy of Henry’s body showed he had ingested several substances, some illegal, but had ultimately died of trauma. Who inflicted the trauma was up for debate: the heroes claimed he’d been out of control and had hurt himself along with them, sending several of them to the hospital after the fight. If the trauma was from the heroes, it looked reasonable to claim self-defense, so people were inclined to go with the heroes’ stories, as was Comet. With Faust’s grad students and the mihtium facility now working together, a cure was hopefully on the horizon for Henry Greiss’ potion. Working together, the two independent groups had compared notes and found the cure for the hypnosis potion after Mizshu mentioned the research going on at Heraclia University to Kingsley, who in turn had opened up about the research she was involved in. It wasn’t that Kingsley didn’t trust the other heroes; she was only keeping her knowledge on a need-to know basis. Comet could understand that, as she’d been equally cautious. Though part of her caution was because Daniel was involved as well. Since the talking-to by Sinclair over vigilante activities, Daniel had stopped with the illegal acts. He still assisted Comet when he could, though, even if that only meant bringing her protein shakes with crazy straws. The phone rang, and Comet answered. “LIMA BEAN!” the excited child on the other end cried. Laima cringed in response. That. Nickname. “Can we go to the dog park today? I want to see you and Ilesha!” “Uh,” Comet thought about her schedule for the day, “Yeah, we can do that. Later, Mizzy.” She hung up the phone and looked back down at her report. It struck her, that if the two labs were able to find a cure, maybe they could also find a way to make the potion without the side effect of becoming a psychopath. A potion that could give regular humans superpowers could change the world… ________________________________________ Poison Oak was mulling over the info his sources had given him this time as one enjoying hot cider on a cold day might. He sat down at a table in the yard with a box of tiles and racks and dumped the tiles in the middle of the table, flipping them all upside down and shuffling them. As he set up the racks three more people joined him and began selecting their tiles from the pile in the center. He was quiet as the game began, speaking softly only when the first player was able to lay down tiles. “We’ve got the recipe.” “How’d they get it?” asked the person on his left. “Bought it off Slick Ermine or pilfered the storage unit of someone involved in the original case, does it matter to you?” “If they bought it from Slick Ermine it does, he’s not known for keeping secrets when enough money is waved in front of him. Sell his own mother out.” Oak chuckled, “You’ve got a point. No, my friend didn’t get it from Slick Ermine.” The person on his right spoke. “And you want me to drink the stuff?” Oak nodded. “It gives ordinary people metahuman abilities. I’m already a metahuman, so it’s unknown how it would affect me. So, Silky, that makes you a prime candidate.” He chuckled, “you’re here for life, same as me. What have you got to lose?” Silky Jo frowned and drew another tile. “Didn’t you say there was a chance of going crazy?” “Maybe,” Oak answered, “but Greiss did witness the murder of her dad as a kid and was tossed in here. No wonder she went nuts.” “Yeah, ok. I’ll do it,” Silky replied. The person on Oak’s left had more to say. “Are we bringing Greiss with us?” Oak shrugged. “That’s up to Espin. In case you forget, he’s our golden goose once we’re out of here. The guy had his skills flaunted on television for the world to see, and I guarantee you some people were paying very close attention. We’re talking big money, weapons dealers and the like. I’ve been hanging out with him, and I like him.” “Hope you don’t like him too much,” the person across the table from Oak teased. Oak’s cheeks turned slightly red, and he laughed. “You know me too well. We’ll see.” “And South?” Oak shrugged. “Up to Espin.” They finished the game talking about less important matters-- like how this was the 3rd week in a row they’d had fake mashed potatoes with every dinner. Oak headed back to his cell that night, and found a curious blue and gold box. Inside was a puzzle. He wasn’t sure who had left the gift, but he did like puzzles… Comet reviews over the case of Henry Greiss ( Twillie). The graduate students of Heraclia University ( Moni) and the scientists of the mihtium facility ( Celestial) both have copies the recipe for the potion Henry gave his daughter, and are working on a cure. Mizshu ( Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff)) calls Comet. A friend of Poison Oak from before the Black Cat also has a copy, and they plan to use the potion to assist in the breaking out of Espin ( Gelquie) and possibly Nyx ( Thorn) and Queen. Slick Ermine is mentioned ( Draco). Oak finds a Pandora Box ( Tiger) when he returns to his cell after plotting.
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Post by Gelquie on Oct 31, 2016 17:30:30 GMT -5
Espin spent some more time playing games, conversing with other prisoners, but gradually grew silent as he settled for a game of solitaire until recess was over. The prisoners were escorted back to their cells, with Espin among them, and he let out a sigh as the door clicked shut behind him. He didn't bother trying the lock as he'd done in his first month whenever he was let back inside. There was no point. His free time was done. All that was left was to wait the long, stretching hours before dinner, and then the long stretching hours before lights out. All part of the routine. The same old, dull routine. He sat down at the edge of his bed and let himself get lost in his thoughts, preparing to face himself once more. It was inevitable anyway; after what had occurred during visiting and recess hours, he'd gradually felt his thoughts pressing on his mind anyway. It was really no wonder he looked so forward to visits. The prisoners gave company enough, sure, and some were even okay company. But it was always the same company, and in any case, talking with them didn't break the routine so much as visiting hours or phone calls did. (Espin was seldom allowed to make the calls himself, but he occasionally got phone calls from the outside, either from his lawyer or his parents.) It was really no wonder he'd been in better spirits the past few days. He'd been expecting Miss Kinglsey, and while she didn't always show up like clockwork, he could estimate when he could expect her and get excited for the visit... Likely because of the change in routine and for the chance of having a different person to talk to. Still, it was odd. Six months ago, he'd tried to kill her, and he nearly got away with it. Even after that, he had no regrets upon fighting her. He'd given her every reason to ignore him save for hers and others' personal safety. So he was surprised when Kingsley made her first visit, and was even further surprised by her words, as well as promises of her future visits. All of which, of course, contained her condemning his actions in some way.... But all the same, it was entertaining company, she gave him the opportunity to flex his mind with little challenges, and for some reason, it was easy to talk to her. Perhaps it was merely because they were... not on the same intellectual level, but close enough that they could talk with ease. He hesitated to call her a friend. But he realized that even just today, he'd said more about himself to her than usual, this being the first time he brought up his parents' visits as he hadn't trusted her enough before. Him revealing too much information would not be good if he ever broke out, as she would certainly try to stop him, and he didn't want to leave too many weapons... Though from what he'd learned of Miss Kingsley, he began to feel more confident that she wouldn't do anything against his family. Still the fact he'd mentioned it was... odd. That he felt comfortable enough around her... Espin shook his head. The answer was clear. The solitude was getting to him, and he'd felt himself wanting of company and any taste of freedom, however small. After all, it was the same reason he always felt a tinge of relief whenever his parents managed to talk the guards into letting them talk to their child. Although he calls went on and on, following every tangent. As though if they stopped for too long, the call would end abruptly, and their child would slip from their grasp again. Espin facilitated the conversations. For all the way his parents talked, he did look forward to their conversations. One reason was to relieve the tedium of prison, a break in the monotony. And also... It was nice to talk to them. And even better when they could spare the time and money to visit. There hadn't been many visits, as they lived far from the city of Heraclia. But they hadn't hesitated to fly over as soon as they could once they got word that Eugene was in Heraclia. They were making preparations while he was still active as a villain, they just... didn't make it in time. Still, they made it to prison after the first few days of Espin's inprisonment. When they first saw each other, they didn't say much at first. They needed a moment to silence to get over their shock of seeing each other. They weren't allowed to go past the plexiglass into the side of the room where Espin stood, much as they argued with the guard. It made sense; after all, Eugene was a recent prisoner, one who had proven he had the know-how to escape. They had him on a tight leash because they weren't sure what chances they could take. But they could touch the plexiglass, the closest they could get to human contact, and they exchanged words, explained stories when they were ready, and his parents told Eugene that keeping out of contact worried them even more than Eugene's attempt at keeping them safe... Eugene had tried to keep himself contained. But when the visit was over, he felt the need to hide his face until he was back in his cell, lest the other prisoners see his tears. His parents stayed for a week, visiting him when they were able to talk to him, berate him for dropping off the face of the Earth, and also help him find a lawyer. They talked as long as they were able. After all, there was so much to discuss and handle. Eventually, they had to fly back to their home and return to work, but they assured him that they would stay in touch and try to call when they couldn't visit in person, and that thus Eugene should not for any reason ignore their calls and he should absolutely answer even if there was nothing new to talk about.He didn't want to admit it, but the visits from his parents that first week... It had pushed thoughts of escape to the back of his mind for a time. Even their initial presence had created a shift in Espin's mind. Seeing his parents still remaining loyal to him in spite of their clear disapproval, seeing that they were okay despite their contact with him, that they weren't being targeted... it eased a weight in his chest he didn't know he was carrying. Or perhaps the less than honorable heroes were holding off as Espin was already being punished. If Espin ever escaped... He didn't know what he'd do then. He'd have to figure that out. But it wasn't enough to push escape to the back of his mind for long. Nice as it was to have company visit him, those visits were still seldom. And he was still on a restrictive schedule, with guards breathing down his neck at every turn. He couldn't even choose his own meals or do anything too complicated with what he had, unless it had to do with reading complex texts. It was not the worst prison in the world, but it still had its authority, as expected. And Espin felt stifled under it. Even worse was his sentence. While he and his parents found a good lawyer, there was no convincing them to take a chance for a not guilty verdict. Espin tried to argue that there was no real connecting evidence between him and Sharpe's death. But in the end, the best that they could hope for was to accept charges on Voluntary Manslaughter; a step down from the initial sentence of Second Degree Murder. Being charged with Voluntary Manslaughter, Espin would still have to serve a long sentence, but would not have been given a life sentence. On top of his other crimes, however, as well as attempting to impede and escape justice... It was still unclear exactly how many years he would have to serve. At worst, Espin would be given a life sentence. At best, he'd be walking out an old man. Even if it meant he could never be a member of legal society again, Espin had no wish to spend the rest of his days wasting his gift of a brain and rotting in a cell. And so after his first few months, which he'd mostly spent trying to get a handle on his situation, he began to seriously think of escape again. Today was just the first day he brought it up to his former comrades. The Queen's silence was unnerving, but he'd noticed that she didn't seem to be taking to prison well. Espin figured that maybe she was in a similar situation as him and was also struggling to cope, and perhaps she still is; Espin couldn't deny that he still has his moments where he's struggled to cope with his situation. So he didn't press the matter with the Queen. It would still be useful to have her powers on his side again. Or if nothing else, there was always Nyx. She was a good ally. He was certain that if nothing else, he would escape with her if he was able. Or if he escaped first and had the opportunity to return to break out allies, he would keep her in mind. What mattered most was that he had to get out of here. He didn't know how he'd do it. He knew it wouldn't happen anytime soon either; certainly not before the end of his trial (at which point he'd at least get his sentence handed). It may not be before his first year anniversary of his incarceration either. But he knew he had no future here. He was determined that somehow, someday, Eugene Espin would escape. And once he was out, he would do whatever was necessary to carve his place in the world where he could finally use his talents and his life to their full potential. Even if it meant continuing to pursue a life of crime. Espin returns to his cell after recess and is contemplative. He reveals that he's rather reliant on the social contact from his visits, but chalks up his growing feelings for his visitors towards loneliness borne of isolation. He still hates the tedium and restrictions of prison. And while the details of his trial are not yet crystal clear, he's still looking at a very lengthy prison sentence.
Because of this... he doesn't plan to stay. And he'll do whatever it takes to live a better life than one in jail, even if it means staying a criminal.
So... watch out.
(And this'll be my last post. Thanks for hosting this!)
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Post by Twillie on Oct 31, 2016 17:36:00 GMT -5
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Post by Birdy on Oct 31, 2016 17:43:56 GMT -5
Chlorolad could not stop grinning. It wasn’t just the Jubilee – though that was part of it. He’d always enjoyed the Jubilee. And this year he was part of it – one of the heroes. But what was making him grin so was what he held in his hands. Letters. Fan mail.Someone (well, two someones) had written him fan mail. There were at least two people out there who thought enough of him as a hero to send him fan mail.He’d already read them – multiple times, actually. And everytime he did, his grin grew. …He should respond. He knew that – he could probably get the information from Sinclair, perhaps, on how to send a return letter. ….Oooooor since this was the Justice Jubilee, maybe the kids who sent the letters were here? Assuming he could find them in such a crowd. It wasn’t likely, but... still. If he found them, he’d have to thank them. Or perhaps he could record a message with the HCN app? Yes, that could work. He could do that, and then thank them in person or send a letter as well. His mind made up, Chlorolad headed for the nearest tree and climbed as high as he safely could. Might as well make the video memorable, plus this got him away from the din of the crowd just a little. After rereading the letters yet again, he activated the camera on his smartdevice and began his replies. “Hey!” he said, grinning into the camera. “Chlorolad here. I just got some awesome letters” (he held them up) “and since I really don’t know where anyone is in this crowd” (he leaned to the side slightly, allowing the crowd below to be seen in the s hot briefly) “I thought this would be the best way to give a quick response.” He glanced over the first letter again before continuing. Dear Chlorolad.
This is a letter from Theodore. I hope you are having nice wether in heraclia. The wether is nice here and it is almost holidays. In the holidays I will go skying with my mum and my dad and my littl sister Beth. Do you like skying? Do plants grow in the snow?
My dad sez that some plants grow in the snow but i dont know witch ones. Do snowdrops grow in the snow?
From Theodore “Theodore,” he said. “Thanks so much for the letter – the weather here is great, it’s finally starting to feel like Spring, and Spring’s my favourite season. “I’m afraid I’ve never been skiing, though,” he said. “But to answer your other question, yes! Plants do grow in the snow, and snowdrops are one of them. Other plants that grow in the snow are things like evergreens – pines and firs… Christmas trees,” he amended. “And I’m sure there are even other kinds of plants besides those that will grow in the snow.” “I hope you’re having a great day,” he said in closing. “And keep asking questions,” he added. “It’s a great way to learn.” He paused the recording, and took a moment to gather his thoughts for the second letter, rereading it yet again as he did so. To Chlorolad,
I really liked watching you on Hero City this time. I’m glad you went on because there are not a lot of children but I like it when not evryone is a grown up. I think you must be verry brave and you are a verry good hero. You did a lot of mishions that noone else did even though they are bigger and older than you so that prooves you are verry brave.
I hope you come back next season because the city needs more good heroes like you.
From Skylah. He read it over again, trying to think how to put into words just how much this letter meant to him. After everything that had happened last season, especially at the start… He hadn’t felt very brave then. Really, he had felt a lot of the time like he was stumbling though a dark room in search of a light switch, with the floor littered with pitfalls such as rollerskates, legos, and furniture to fall over. But then again… he’d survived. Despite everything (including an attempt at a hostile takeover by virtually all the villains in the city), he’d survived. And not only that, he’d grown. At the start, he’d been so unsure of himself. Unconfident in his powers (which had caused trouble, even, when pinned down by one of the villains), and unconfident in himself. But as the season went on… he’d learned. Learned and grown. Worked past the doubts that lingered in his mind, and moved forwards. (Of course, Nimbus’ recovery had eased many of those doubts, for which he was eternally thankful.) Yes, he’d changed over this season – grown, and for the better. Taking a breath, he unpaused the video and began the recording again. “Skylah,” he said. “Thank-you so much for your letter. It means a lot to me. I’m… glad you think I’m a good hero – I try. I’m not perfect by any means, but then again, who is? All we can do is try our best, and stick together; never giving up, no matter what. “And I absolutely plan to come back next season,” he added, grinning again. “So chances are, you’ll be seeing more of me this coming season.” He paused, then concluded his video. “Well, I guess that’s it for now. I hope you all have a wonderful Justice Jubilee,” he finished. “Until next time.” He stopped the recording, and it automatically saved to his device, and sent a copy to HCN network, where it would be previewed to ensure family-friendly content, then broadcast to the world. Stuffing the smartdevice back into one of the pouches on his belt, he began the decent from the tree. It was time for him get back to the Jubilee. This was for the heroes, after all, and after everything that had happened this past season… He had no doubts that he was part of them. A post in which Chlorolad replies to the lovely letters sent by students from the class of Miss Marković ( Reiqua ). Said letters may cause him to grin uncontrollably. He geeks out a little about plants thanks to Theodore’s letter, and Skylah’s letter pretty much turns him to a puddle of goo. (Also he sort of quotes Sinclair to Skylah in that he says “All we can do is try our best, and stick together; never giving up, no matter what.”. Because Sinclair-advice is good advice. \ o / ) Aaaand that’s it! Thanks everyone for a great game. < 3
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Post by Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) on Oct 31, 2016 17:49:55 GMT -5
((Collaboration with Moni!)) seriously I couldn't have done this without Moni. I wanted to draw it I had the whole vision but I was armed with colored pencils. In came Moni with her art tools and skills to save the day before the deadline! \ o /
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