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Re: What Fantasy/Sci-Fi book have you just finished? Please rate it... Still digging through the Jack Reacher books I have. Waiting on Small Favor by Jim Butcher and On stranger Tides by David Drake. Saw a bunch of Doc Savage books I'm getting when I get money to pay for them. CES

Re: What Have You Watched Recently? Picked up the complete space ghost and dino boy from B&N today. Have to look out for bird man. Saw the complete prisoner set but thought 100 dollars too much for it. Might change my mind later. CES

Re: Who would be the Super Heroes of your region? I forgot that was the name of Will Stronghold's mom. Maybe Gulfstream would be better. THat way you can tie in water conditions on the coast somehow. CES

Re: In the Company of Strangers (story) 9 Oz Mike wondered if his friend was crazy. Then he wondered if he was the crazy one for listening, instead of running. Then he wondered if they really could save the city. It could be cool to try. It wasn't like he had anything better to do anyway. "What's the game plan, Quin?" Oz Mike looked at the monster in the distance. "How do we beat this thing?" Quin Martin started writing things down on a pad with a pad. His eyes glowed eerily as his hand flowed smoothly across the page. Then he snapped out of it, trying to transcribe what he had just written in his trance. "All right, we need to hold it right there so it can't come further into town." Quin grabbed his cell. "We need to start by getting reinforcements." "What can we do?" Oz Mike looked at Odd Dorfman. The book seller seemed just as confused as he felt. "Mike, I need you to get down to the lake and wait for the call." Quin looked around. "Take my jeep. Here are the keys. Odd, call this number, talk to Billy Keys. Tell him to get over to 2343 Ursa and pick up Thia Halmedes. We need her on a roof facing the monster's left." Mike took the keys as Odd started calling. The lake was on the other side of the monster. He would have to do some fancy driving to get down by the water. What did Quin have in mind? "Chad Reilly?" Quin watched his friend drive off. He hoped that wasn't a mistake. No solution worked perfectly. "You don't know me but I need someone called the Enforcer. Your number was given. There's a giant monster trying to clobber the town if you haven't noticed. I need him to try and hold it back until we can stop it." Quin listened to Odd talking on his phone to Billy Keys, while listening to the question being directed down the line to him. He automatically answered he was trying to get some people together to help out. Then he cut the line before more questions triggered more displays of this new power. Only he knew it wasn't a new power. It was something that had built up in strength until now it was blooming full force. It was better to use it as fast as he could because he didn't know how long it would last. "We need someone named Tim Bucket to the right of the monster." Quin checked his notes again, marking out part of his notes as already taken care of. "Get Billy Keys to do it. We have to get close enough to be effective planners." "Billy and this Thia woman are arguing." Odd handed the phone over while he fished out his keys for his own car. "He got there fast from what I heard." "We don't have time for this." Quin listened to the conversation while they got in Odd's tie dyed beetle. "I need her on that roof in two minutes." An angry voice shouted in Quin's ear. He held the phone away until he was sure the expletives had died down. "Listen to me, lady." Quin concentrated on his notes. "I need you and whatever you can do on a roof in a minute and a half so we can save the town. Everything else does not matter. Do it or you won't have a pot to pee in. Got me? All right, put Billy on the phone. I need him to pick up someone else and I don't want the phone cutting out before we get down to the battle zone." Quin waited for a moment, hoping that he hadn't gone too far. "Keys here." Quin didn't recognize the voice. "Talk." "Get Thia to the roof at the corner of Wall and Broad. Make sure she can see the monster to do whatever she can do. Then I need you to get over to 245 Walnut and pick up Tim Bucket and take him to the junkyard at the other end of Wall. I don't know what he can do to help but he's essential to the plan. Can you do it?" "Can do." Billy hung the phone up. "How's the master plan going, Question Man?" Odd glanced over, purple and gold hat gleaming under the street lights they passed. "Better than I expected." Quin looked at the burning horizon. "Ask me again if we come out of this alive." "What's next?" Odd steered around something in the road. He wasn't sure what it was. "We look at how things are going and decide if we have to switch to plan b." Quin looked down at his notes.

Re: Who would be the Super Heroes of your region? Great White: The aquatic hero who wants to take a bite out of crime. Wes Key: Force field projector. Everglade: The Druid of Florida. Jetstream: Flying speedster. CES

Re: Non-superheroic 'Superhero' stories The various incarnations of the ghost busters over the years should also fit the bill. "We're ready to believe you." CES

Re: Non-superheroic 'Superhero' stories Harry Dresden and The heroes of Calderone by Jim Butcher. CES

Re: Ben 10: Alien Force The 18th is only a couple of weeks away. I wonder if Ben gave up the Omnitrix at the end of the Negative Ten movie. Some of the ads suggest he is getting it back for the first time in a few years to deal with a problem with Max. CES

Re: Any Supervillians at all There are tons of campaign threads posted that you can just rip off for characters and just rename BC. Oddhat's New Circle/Defilers, Question Man's Champions of Vancouver, Enforcer's character threads, Log-Man's call for a Challenger team that didn't take off, Susano's Pictures that could be heroes, and song NPCs. I'm sure there are tons more that I haven't forgotten. CES

Re: Duplication Powers and Tactics I suggest the Billy Numerous episode of the teen titans, and parts of Naruto when he is battling with his shadow dopplegangers in effect. It looks like you have a fair grasp on what your character can do. CES

Re: xialin showdown Page 21- "And I mean what I said as well, I can give you what I have, and the rest later when I get it. Or if you like YOU can get the rest from my Father." Jade walked up the stairs to head back out. "Makes no difference to me." Jonny Woo followed at a short distance. He had obviously seen her claws in action just as she had seen his quick draw with the hand guns he carried. "I'll be glad to talk to your father." Jade heard slamming doors as she reached the top of the stairs. Jade rushed over to see who or what slammed the door. Her father's staff were coming out of their cars. They didn't look happy. They must be there looking for her. Her father's staff were coming out of their cars. They didn't look happy. They must be there looking for her. "Oh hell! Here comes my father's men." Jade turned and looked at Mr. Woo and said, "Well, here is you chance you can stay and get to talk to my father or you can go. It's up to you." "I don't have a problem talking to him." Jonny Woo shrugged. "Will he cover my fee?" "That's good then because you will have your chance real soon. And as for him paying you your asking price I don't know you will just have to find out yourself." Jade walked over to a chair and picked it back up on it legs to sit down to wait. The men walked into the restaurant, then up to the dining room where Jonny and Jade waited patiently. They fanned out respectfully around the two. "Please come with us, Miss Lee." The head guard gestured. "You were not supposed to leave the house." "Sure, no problem. You know it sure did take you a long time to find me and get here," said Jade as she gracefully stood up and walked over to the head guard and stopped in front of him and softly rubbed his face and said, "Oh by the way, I finished my duty. The Tea House is now safe." Once that was said and she started to walk out of the room. "Your father is sending you home to China, Miss Lee." The head guard gestured for some of the men to fall in behind Jade to separate her from Jonny Woo. "We're here to take you to the airport." "Hold on." Jonny held up a hand. "She owes me money." "Not our problem." The head guard waved for the men to start taking Jade downstairs. "What? No, I will not go until I speak with my father first. I want him to tell me he no longer wants me here by his side. And if you know what is good for you, you will take me to him." Jade had a cold hard look on her face and in her voice. "My orders are clear." The guards seized Jade. "Your bags, passport, tickets are in the car. You're flight leaves in an hour." They started hustling her to the car.

Re: Magistracy:Origins 9 Dr. Mortimer Rodentia drove his battered Ford off his lab's lot, turned and headed away from the monolith. He still had several autopsies to do, and thought it was good that Cheevers and Karlo were taking their time assembling the next batch of subjects. He needed that extra time to finish checking the results from the dead ones. Then he would have to check with Danvers how the subjects that had survived had done overnight. If they were still alive, he might finally have the key he wanted. He could expand his search into their batches of Formula 451, and their DNA. He was so close to expanding humanity into gods, he couldn't give up the search now. He had to keep going, no matter how many had to be sacrificed. It was the only way he could leave a legacy behind after everything that had happened. He drove his Ford into the lot of a self storage place, drove it around to the back of the building. Security cameras watched him but none looked into his operating room where he worked. He parked just across from his locker and pulled the key to the MASTER lock out of his pants pockets. "Time to wrap things up." He thought about the two survivors, the only ones so far. There must be something special about them that could be used to unlock the secrets he wanted. Rodentia had a freezer plugged into the building's power. That kept the bodies cold until he had a chance to look at them. It took him several hours to look through each corpse and ready it for disposal. The remains went into a bag, and then were dropped into the ocean. Sharks and other fish took care of the rest. The doctor opened the freezer, pulled the body on top out. He had a rolling table next to the appliance. The body flopped on that, bag crinkling as it moved. The scientist froze. He thought he had heard a sound outside by his car. He listened but the sound didn't repeat itself. It must have been the wind blowing something around. Rodentia turned the body over to get at the bag's zipper. He still had an autopsy to perform. No one knew about his operation except for his employees and they didn't know who he was. No one knew about this place. He was in the clear. Rodentia heard a sound. He was sure that time, so sure that he started to turn around. Something clipped him in the side of the face. The concrete floor became a bed when he hit. "Pretty good." Phaeton checked his breathing without touching the doctor. "It looks he's down long enough for us to fix him without leaving a trail." "I should kill him and get this over." Luna glared at the fallen man and not at his makeshift lab. "I'd be doing the world a favor." "I think we can do things better than that." Phaeton pulled Cheevers's phone from the hand bag Luna still carried. He dialed 911, and waited for the operator to ask him to state his emergency. "I'm down here across from Benson Self Storage. I think I saw a man robbing the storage compartments. He had a bolt cutters in his hands. There's a car parked outside the compartment. Hold on." Phaeton pretended to be walking closer, then gave the doctor's car model and plate to the dispatcher. "Better hurry. I don't know how long he'll take before he leaves." "I don't know if that will bring them running." Phaeton looked up at the sprinkler system. "Maybe a fire alarm will do it." He melted the pipes closed above the locker room before heating up the smoke detector. A few minutes later, sirens told them help was on the way. Now all they had to do was sit back and watch. "Let's what happens." Phaeton grabbed Luna by her waist and the two of them landed on the roof as a police car rolled through the lot. A searchlight made them keep away from the edge. The cop stepped out of his car, checking in with his dispatcher with a shoulder radio as the fire department rolled up. They entered the building to search for the fire causing intruders. A clamor went up at what they did find. "He better not get off." Luna whispered even though the excitement on the ground covered any normal noise she might have made. "He won't." Phaeton smiled. "We just made him the next famous mass murderer. No one will touch him with a pole. Even if he beats the charges, who would hire him, who would let him live near them? He's a marked man." "That doesn't make me feel better." Luna glared down at the doctor crying, bruise forming on his face. "But it's the best we can do right now."

Re: Too real? I don't know if it breaks a fair play design but Repairman Jack hurt an organization clearly based on Scientology in Criss Cross by F Paul Wilson. CES

Re: Magistracy:Origins 8 Luna smiled as she broke out the window of the back door. They finally had a grip on what they wanted to do. It felt good. Maybe now they could put their lives back in order. Or maybe not. The couple had gotten out the map, traced a route to the doctor's street. Then they left the car as close to how they found it as possible. A quick walk back to where they had punched the hole in the fence got them back on the street and moving along. Phaeton used his flight to help them along. His control had improved so that he was generally steady, and didn't burn things as he floated along. His speed took them an hour to get to where they had to be. A casual search showed that the doctor did not have an alarm system hooked up to guard his house. That made things better for them. So they walked around with as much stealth as they could muster in the hopes the neighbors were also going about their businesses and not watching the house. Then Luna broke in so they could look around. Phaeton decided to start his looking with the refrigerator. He was disappointed to find one bag of coffee sitting on a shelf in the fridge. He tried the cabinets for canned food. He found some cleaning supplies and that was it. "This guy doesn't eat here." He called to Luna investigating other parts of the house. "Two suits in the closet." Luna called back. "Two changes of underwear. Running shoes. That's strange, right?" "What the heck does he do here?" Phaeton found a computer station set up in what traditionally should be a living room. He noted the front windows were shrouded from people looking in. The boy found a set of discs and files in cabinet next to the computer station. He might have felt guilty about breaking into them if he hadn't found a picture of the doctor with some woman. They were smiling in front of some pines somewhere. He wondered if the doctor had experimented with her first. One of the discs went into the computer after Phaeton turned it on. A password screen came on. Phaeton couldn't think of anything the doctor might have used as a pass. He took the disc out, cut the computer off. At least he had the paperwork to look through. The files were full of autopsies with reports of damage and pictures. There were no names. Each dead subject was marked by batch and experiment number. Reading the dry notes angered Phaeton. He put them away before he burned them up. "Nothing in the bathroom but a toothbrush, some paste, and a towel." Luna returned to the main room. "This is a shell of some kind." "Maybe he moved to where he does the experiment autopsies." Phaeton sat at the computer, glaring at the empty screen. "This might be where he goes to throw off suspicion." "So he might not come home for a while." Luna sat down on the floor. "We should go back to his job and follow him when he leaves." "I need a shower." Phaeton stood up. "We both need a change of clothes so we can blend in." "Only two suits in the closet." Luna sprang to her feet and vanished. She returned with the clothes on hangers. She placed one to drop from Phaeton's chin. "It'll be a little small, I think." "Don't worry about it." Phaeton took the suit. "We clean up, change clothes, head back to the lab. Any thoughts how we can follow him without being seen." "I think so." Luna kissed him on the cheek. "You'll look great after a shower." "Thanks." Phaeton gave her a hug, awkward and uncertain. "You will too. Better than great. You already look great now that is." "You're blushing." Luna returned the hug. "I think I like that." "Thanks, I guess." Phaeton disentangled himself from her arms slowly. He liked the hug. It made him feel normal instead of a glowing freak. "We have to get ready." "We should save time by showering together." Luna smiled. "I've seen you naked already so it shouldn't be that much of a big deal." "I think I love you a little, but I'm not ready to go to the next level yet." Phaeton reached out a hand to take her hand. "Can you wait for me?" "Only a little?" Luna felt anger flare up, but the look in his face stopped her from saying something to wreck the feeling that they were committing themselves in some kind of ceremony. "I can wait." Phaeton kissed her, more sure of it. Then he turned away and ran into the bathroom and closed the door. "Five minutes, then I'm coming in after you." Luna smiled. Then she pulled her own suit off the hanger to make alterations with her hands.

Re: Magistracy:Origins 7 The first thing Luna and Phaeton did was find a place to get a map of the area. The clerk at the convenience store looked at them. He didn't say anything. That was probably good for him. The address for where the doctor's number had been listed was too far to walk in any good time. Phaeton could probably fly over in no time if he left Luna behind. She just looked at him and told him what would happen if he did that. He decided not to call her bluff. The pair decided that the building was south, they would walk until they could hitch a ride. Hitching should be easy with their combined talents. The drivers didn't even have to know they were on board if they timed it right. Phaeton lifted them on to the first semi heading in the right direction once they made it to the highway. They rode along until they reached the right exit, then he boosted them off and on to an overpass bridge. They walked to the nearest street and got orientated with the map. "This way." Phaeton started walking. "How do you know?" Luna walked at his side, folding the map and putting it in her purse. "The highway was to the south of the street and the address." Phaeton pointed to a nearby street sign a little further along. "This street was north, and on the way to where we want to go." "Got it." They reached the building for the address and noted it was for a drug company as they crossed the parking lot. The sky was lighting a pink color in the East, marking time for them. They didn't have long before the day crew came in and got in the way. Not to mention, they didn't know if their doctor was even at the place. He might have a lab set up somewhere else to conduct his research. "What do you want to do?" Phaeton looked at the building with its guards roaming around in front of it. "I say we go in and break everyone's face until we find the doctor." Luna started forward. "Wrong answer." Phaeton grabbed her shoulder. "We wait here and watch things until we're sure he's here, or not. We give it a day." "He could be freeing those guys back at the lab right now." Luna looked over, fury darkening her face. "They don't know where we are, and the one guy needed medical attention, so they probably killed him instead of taking him to the hospital." Phaeton sat down in the long grass. "We can afford to wait one day." "What if he just leaves?" Luna glared at the boy. "We'll never find out who we are." "Then he does." Phaeton closed his eyes for a second. "I guess we could go to the police but then we'll never find him." Luna sat down, staring angrily toward the glass monolith looming over them. "What do we do for twelve hours?" She finally turned her head to look at her companion. He was asleep, curled up in the grass. "Good job, Columbo." She settled in, looking at the parking lot. She could give him an hour to nap. The sun was barely up. Plus he couldn't raise questions if he was asleep. Luna sat closer to him, letting his warmth wash over her as she kept watch. This could be nice if she wanted it to be. She just had to make up her mind where she wanted to go for her future. She sat for a few hours, thinking about where they could go from here when the man she wanted to see roamed in front of her, walking from an old Ford. She slapped Phaeton on the butt to wake him up before standing. "He's here, lazy bones." She brushed off her dress with her hands. "What do we do now?" "Let's go over and look at his car." Phaeton stood up, wiping the loose grass off his clothes. "Maybe he left the registration in it." "I get it." Luna smiled for the first time in a long time. "That means we can find out where he lives." "That's right." Phaeton led the way to the metal fence holding the parking lot inviolate from people like him. "We could do with a lot more cars around as cover." "It's that blue Escort over there." Luna sliced the fence apart with her fingers. The subjects walked over to the car. Phaeton tried the door. It was locked. He paused, not wanting to damage the car before they had talked to the good doctor. Luna ran her fingers in the wheel wells until she found a magnetic key holder. She thumbed the cover off. A key looked up at her with a silver gleam. She unlocked the driver side door and got in. She unlocked the other door for Phaeton. "Let's see if he keeps his paperwork in the glove box like everyone else." Phaeton pulled the receptacle open. He pulled out a variety of envelopes and handed half to Luna. They went through the papers quietly. He found a square piece of paper from New Jersey. "Write this down." Phaeton handed the paper over, taking the envelopes from her. "That's where we go next." Luna nodded. Why wait for the man in the parking lot when they could wait at his home? The only drawback she saw was if an alarm was in place to keep people out. Then they would have to wait outside until the doctor came home.

Re: Magistracy:Origins 6 Phaeton and Luna really checked their trap over after their look around. The building was some kind of leftover from the cold war. It sat on a river somewhere. Luna insisted that the lights in the distance was the New York skyline. An empty lot surrounded by a fence made the place look like every other place they could see around them. Luna took the nurse's money and bought food for them after they discovered the doctor didn't keep any on the premises. She hacked her way through the fence at a spot away from the main gate. They didn't want their captors to know the mice had escaped. They planned their ambush with the help of the nurse who didn't want her face burned off after all. That had been hard. Phaeton was sure that he didn't like burning people, and he needed to maintain concentration so he didn't burn up his scrubs. Still they got an approximate time for the others to arrive back at the prison. That was all they needed. The guards came in first, checking the place over. The spokesman seemed surprised the nurse wasn't anywhere in view. They came down the corridor, pausing at the damaged doors. It looked like the experiment had worked. The kids weren't in their rooms. The spokesman reached for his phone. The doctor had to know that his lab rats had gotten out and were wandering around. That would mean his experiments could be upgraded with the formulae he had established as working. A hand chopped the phone out of his hand before he could dial out. He turned, swinging an arm. Something like a knife took him in the ribs and all he felt was pain that dropped him to his knees. The sidekick also turned, wandering what was going on. He took a fist to the face that floored him. He thought he saw something glowing as he was picked up by the neck and thrown like a rag doll. The impact with his face against the nearest steel door dropped him to the ground. "That was fun." The glowing Phaeton floated next to where Luna held her target with her hand. "Now let's get down to business." "What did you do with our clothes and things?" Luna squeezed to emphasize she had the upper hand now. "We would like them back." "Threw them away." The spokesman found speaking difficult with the pain wrapped around his heart. He couldn't reach the pistol under his arm the way he was locked down. "Standard procedure." "So you didn't keep a record of who we are?" Luna's lips tightened. She wanted that information. Now it was gone with three words. Ripping out the man's heart seemed too easy now. "Not my call." The man was on his knees. "That was the way things were set up. No one expected you to live so we didn't want to be caught with the stuff." "Where is the doctor right now?" Luna gave him another squeeze. "He's doing autopsies at his lab." The spokesman thought about reaching for the pistol with his other hand. He just had to break her grip on his torso. That should be easy. "As soon as he's done, we get rid of the remains." "Give me the address." Luna could see the hope in his eyes, a plan. "Otherwise I'll have to find it myself." The spokesman reached up to his shirt's breast pocket like he was reaching for a piece of paper with the address on it. Then he went for the pistol hanging in its holster, while trying to twist out of the grip on his rib cage. He turned, bringing the pistol up. A hammer hit his face, cracking it. He went down, gun sliding across the hall. "Did you kill him?" Phaeton picked up the gun, melting the barrel closed with his fingertips. "Does it matter?" Luna wiped her hands on her stolen dress. "Yes it does." Phaeton checked the sidekick, emptying his pockets. "We agreed to not kill them." "Quit being a wussy." Luna checked the spokesman's pockets, then picked up the phone, looking at the number on the display screen. "Can you drive?" "I don't know." Phaeton checked what little memories he had. "I don't think so." "Let's lock these losers up, then we can find this doctor." Luna opened the cell door the nurse was in, and stepped out of the way. Phaeton dropped the two guards in with their previous captive. "We'll have to fend for ourselves for a little bit." "So what's the plan?" Phaeton thought about taking the men's clothes but decided against it. The scrubs would do for now. It's not like he would get cold. "We call 411 and find out where this number is," Luna wrote the number down on a scrap piece of paper with a stolen pen. "Then we go visiting. The doctor isn't going to come here until the autopsies or new victims are ready so we have time to hunt him down." Phaeton hated to admit it but that seemed like a reasonable plan to him. It sounded almost too reasonable. "Go ahead." Phaeton gestured with his hand. "Then we can get something to eat and figure out how to get across the river to Manhattan since neither one of us drive." "Hopefully by then I will have a plan for that." Luna dialed the number for information. "Too bad you can't fly us across without burning me to death." "I'll work on it." Phaeton lifted off, concentrating on his flight while she navigated the information menus. He dropped to the earth when she said thank you. "What you got?" "The number is listed here in New Jersey." Luna slapped the phone shut and put it in her stolen bag with the rest of their new belongings. "All we need is a map and cab fare then we can get drive out and talk to the man ourselves." Phaeton smiled as they headed for the exit. It looked like they were going to be able to talk to their maker one on one after all. His day was looking better all the time. "What do we do after we talk to him." Phaeton opened the door, letting Luna walk out first. "Where do we go?" "I don't know." Luna looked around. "I don't think we'll be able to go home again. We're unrecognizable from before we went in. We don't even know what we're supposed to look like." "Let's talk to this doctor." Phaeton headed across the parking lot to the rip in the fence. "Maybe he has our names tucked away somewhere." "What are you going to do if he doesn't?" Luna followed, bag flapping against her hip. "I don't know."

Re: Magistracy:Origins They had grabbed Rob Solis in front of the arcade. He hadn't known what hit him when the bag went over his head. Then he had been led into the very same room he laid in now. Then they had taken his clothes and given him a gown. He had the feeling they had thrown everything he had been carrying in an incinerator somewhere to erase any evidence of where he had been taken. Then came the injection after hours of waiting. Rob rolled on the floor, his brain baking under the influence of the drug coursing through his system. The light from the overhead lamp was a comfort, soothed him. His hand caught fire but he didn't care. It wasn't burning him. Rob got to his feet, pushing against the door. The light beamed down into him. He felt energized. His hand started sinking into the metal as it ran in rivulets down the wood paneling catching fire as the boy felt the fire run up his arms. Rob smiled, face glowing. His hand broke through. He pulled back as the metal ran along the opening. He heard something that sounded like a hammer. Maybe one of the others was still alive. He had to get out of the cell. Rob stepped back, willing his fire to increase. For a moment, he felt as one with the light. He leaped forward, faded away into a brighter shining cutting through the air. Then he was outside the cell, standing there with burning air around him. That was great. He should do that again. First he needed to get out of there. Rob jogged to the locked door where the hammering was coming from. The lock had been pushed out three or four inches. The pounding guy must be strong as heck. He grabbed the lock in his burning hand, watched it melt in satisfaction as the tongue split under the pressure. He stepped back to let the door cool. "Who are you?" A girl emerged from the cell, clad in the same type gown that Rob wore except his had burned up. "And where are your clothes?" Rob searched his memory. He remembered fragments, things from before he had been dropped in the nightmare pot. They all seemed to belong to someone else. He couldn't remember if that someone had a name either. "I don't remember." Rob admitted defeat. "What's yours?" "I don't remember either." The girl grabbed her long silver hair in one hand, pulling it back as if to put it in a pony tail. She gave it a yank with both hands. The hair separated like water from the pull. "Let's look around for something to wear." "I want to get out of here and try to find out who I am." Rob's skin gave off flames again. "Looking around is the last thing I want to do." "Take off, naked boy." The girl started into the bowels of the place, butt hanging out in the wind. "I'm not going anywhere without clothes and answers." Rob shook off the seductive sway long enough to look around. He thought he was making a mistake, but followed her to where he did remember being injected. There were worse things to do than follow a naked hind end around, he supposed. The room was empty. The pair looked around, wondering what had happened to the rest of the kids that had been in the room with them. Were they released? Rob had the feeling that wasn't the case. No witnesses, no evidence. Footsteps hurried down the corridor behind them. The lab rats turned at the sound. The nurse stood in the door. She didn't look happy to see either of them moving around. That was okay with Rob. He wasn't okay with being used to test something that could have killed him. The nurse turned to run. Rob caught fire and flew after her. She screamed when she saw him coming up the tunnel after her, burning the air like a rocket. He flew by to land in front of her. "We would like to talk to you about what's going on here." Rob held up his burning hands. "Where are your files?" "The doctor has them." The nurse backed up from the pyrotechnic display. "He transcribes the findings for later tests." "And where is the doctor?" The girl stood behind the nurse. "We would like to talk to him." "I don't know." Rob raised his hands, bringing them closer to her face. "I don't know. He calls when he wants someone to do the tests for him. That's all I know." "Then you can go to sleep." The girl brought her hand down. She smiled as the nurse collapsed at her feet. "I'm calling you Phaeton from now on. That was great with the burning and flying." "I'm calling you Luna." Rob looked at her. "How are we supposed to find out anything now?" "Relax." Luna exchanged clothes with the nurse before locking her up in a cell. "Where do you think they are going to run their next horror show? They got a good thing going here." "Why Phaeton?" Phaeton asked, arms crossed. "Because he drove the sun across the sky." The girl smiled. "Why Luna?" "Think about it." Luna stared after him as he reentered the experiment chamber. Then she ran to the door. She shook her fist in the air as he looked around the room and two other rooms next to it. "I'm not crazy!" Phaeton ignored the outburst. A set of clean scrubs were on a cabinet in one of the smaller rooms. Now he needed to concentrate on not burning them up.

Re: Magistracy:Origins 4 They kept Diana strapped down for what seemed like hours. They fed her with a spoon so they wouldn't have to untie her. Neither side liked that for the obvious reasons. Finally she fell asleep while she waited for new developments. At least they hadn't hurt her more than necessary yet. "Wake up, sleepy head." The spokesman and his sidekick were back. The balding kidnapper shook her shoulder. "Time to go." "What's going on?" Diana struggled to sit up. Her limbs protested at the renewed circulation forced into them by her movement. "Where are you taking me?" "Just down the hall." The spokesman undid the leg straps. "Cooperate and we let you walk. Otherwise we strap you back down and bring in a chair to roll you around." "Screw you." Diana went for a kick. They needed her for something. That gave her partial immunity to their wrath. The sidekick caught the leg. They reapplied the straps against her struggling. One of them held her down while the other left the room. She could tell by the lessened weight on her back. Then she was in a chair with a quick flip around. More straps tied her to the wheelchair. "We would have to pick a wildcat." The sidekick started rolling Diana out of the room. "Makes things more interesting." The spokesman walked on Diana's left as they rolled by a set of closed doors that could have been more cells. Then they navigated a doorway and rolled her into a large chamber with cubicles set up. Some of the walled spaces were filled. More prisoners for whatever was going on? The two guards rolled her into her own slot and parked the wheelchair. She could see them thinking about putting a gag on her. Finally they walked off, maybe to get another prisoner. "Does anybody know what's going on?" Diana tried to keep her voice low. She didn't want a gag in her mouth. A chorus of no's and invective reached back to her ears from down the line. That didn't mean much. Most people didn't tell you they were going to do something bad to you before they did it. Diana worked on her straps, trying to loosen them up so she could get out of the chair. Her numb fingers didn't help her efforts. She froze when the nurse, the watchdogs, and someone new appeared. He must be a doctor with the lab coat on over green scrubs. Splatters of blood formed a small x on his shirt. Diana went back to work when she saw that. This guy had cut someone up and she was determined that she wouldn't be the next one under the knife. The doctor took a recorder from his coat pocket. He slipped in a tape, recorded a test one two three before nodding to himself. "This is for test number 2149." He walked behind the cubicles, out of Diana's sight. "Time of injection starting is twelve PM on the thirteenth of May." He returned with a cart of syringes and glass bottles with each of their names on them. Diana spotted hers at the end of the cart. She struggled in the wheelchair, trying to rock it over, do anything to get out of there. The doctor spoke into his recorder as the nurse prepared each syringe and worked her way down the line. Diana had to be held down by the guards so the woman could stab her in the arm. Fire raced up that limb, reached into her brain. The doctor continued taking notes, marking their reactions, watching the effects on their subjects dispassionately. He paused beside Diana's cell, recording how he might have had some success with her neighbor. It was too early to tell yet. He noted that Diana had no outward sign yet, which was puzzling. He speculated that she might be partially immune to the booster. "These two can go back to their rooms." The doctor indicated Diana and her neighbor with the recorder on pause. "Make sure you keep them under watch while I observe the rest of the subjects." "Sure thing, boss." The spokesman grabbed Diana's chair and started wheeling her down the hall. Diana didn't care about that. She was too busy trying to keep her brain from leaking out of her skull. A simple thing like movement was too complicated for her at the moment. She didn't even make a token resistance when she was laid on the floor of her holding pen. Diana woke sometime later. She didn't know how long she had been out, but she was still strapped up. Her hair had fallen over her face. The color seemed off somehow. There were other things to worry about than that. She needed to get out of there before they stuck her again. She already had an idea that some of the other prisoners had been killed by the experiment. The doctor had calmly described specifics in front of her. Diana reached down with her fingers, grasping the straps around her wrists by the top edge. She pulled with her fingers, shredding the leather in her grip with an easy movement. Next came the leg straps, then the straps around her upper body. That was easier than she had expected. Diana went to the door, listening at the barrier. She couldn't hear anything. It was time for her to get out of there. Diana brought her hand down on the lock with a sound like rolling thunder.

Re: Magistracy:Origins 3 Luna and Phaeton They took the bag off Diana Archer's head to reveal a blank room with gray walls on all sides, no furniture, concrete floor. Her two captors stood by the only door, bored expressions on their faces. "Clothes." The one on the left held his hand. Diana looked at him in shock. She had been cuffed before they took the bag off, now her wrists hurt and a stranger demanded her school uniform. "Don't look at me. Strip." "I won't do it." Diana tensed, falling into the karate stance she had learned. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way." The spokesman folded his arms. "Either way, you're going into this gown and we're taking your clothes with us. Don't make us hurt you." Diana looked at the hospital gown in the second man's hands. She thought about it, thought about the implications. Then she stepped to the door, aiming a punch at the spokesman's lower regions. A back hand met her face, knocking her to the floor. "Last chance, kid." The spokesman stepped back. "We're not supposed to get rougher than we have to but the doc will overlook a few black and blues if we tell him you made a fight of it. Don't make us step it up." "Leave the gown and step outside." Diana picked herself up. "I'll change and hand my clothes outside to you." "Knock when you're done." The two stepped outside the door, leaving the gown on the floor. Diana stared at the exit, wondering how she was going to get out of the cell. At least they were keeping their hands to themselves. That had been a big fear in the front of her brain. What did they want with her? Diana knocked on the door, handed her uniform through a crack. She hated to see it go. She might have been able to build a weapon out of it somehow. "The nurse will be by to check you in a few." The spokesman's voice drifted through the opened doorway. "Don't try anything cute when she gets here." "I'm going to get out of here and I am going to kill you when I do." Diana stood at the door, fist clenched. "Until then, chow is in a couple of hours, bathroom is in the corner." The door slammed shut. Before it did, Diana thought she had caught a glimpse of someone being dragged down the hall in front of her cell, bag over his head. How many were trapped like she was? The nurse came in while Diana was still exploring her small drab cage. The girl couldn't find any weakness in the walls. The door sounded like wood over steel when she slapped it. The vent in the ceiling was barely big enough for a rat. She thought about trying to rig up something from the light, but didn't think she could get the grill over the bulb off with her finger nails. "Hello." The nurse had a needle and empty vials, and a rubber hose in her hand, Diana's two watchdogs at her heels. "Please bend your arm. This will sting a little bit." "When will you tell me what's going on?" Diana hugged the far wall, looking for her chance. "What's going on?" "I need to draw some blood from you." The nurse tried to smile. "The more you cooperate, the easier it will go." "You want some blood, vampire?" Diana launched herself across the room at the nurse. "I got your blood, $(*#$!" The two guards grabbed Diana and put her face down on the floor before she could do more than punch the nurse. They bent her arms up and sat on her back as she struggled in their hold. "Get the straps." The spokesman said. "We'll have to do this the hard way." "Jeez, what are they feeding these kids now?" The other guard grabbed the back of Diana's neck in a big hand and squeezed slightly. The door opened and closed twice. It took a while before Diana got too tired to keep fighting but eventually they strapped her legs and arms to her body so she could only wiggle like a worm. She screamed invective at the three of them while they took a moment to recover. "They don't pay me enough for this." The spokesman wiped his brow. "Go ahead and stick her so we can get out of here."

Re: Magistracy: Characters This is cool of you, Mike. CES

Re: Magistracy:Origins Cool, Mike. I find it hard to explain stuff though. CES

Re: DEMON plot help (Warning: Spoilers) Another idea I had while reading this is the lapis disrupts other people's magic. A lot of the Demon book is concerned with how Black is trying to create a world wide summoning circle with thousands of people at the same time. What happens if something is in there disrupting the magic for the summons at the wrong time? What happens to pocket dimensions if the magic is tapped in the wrong way? Van der Bleek probably wouldn't realize that every DEMONHAME he visits has technical failures which causes things like bound demons to get loose, elemental spells collapsing, teleportation cutting off in mid teleport. And where does that magic go? CES

Re: Magistracy:Origins Either or is fine, Mike. The math might be off but since I probably won't be using the sheets, I don't see how it matters one way or the other. CES

Re: Magistracy:Origins 2 350 point version of Jerry Silver Real Name: Jerry Silver Nationality: American Hair/Eye Color: Gray/Blue Place of Birth: Los Angeles, Ca Date of Birth: 3/9/1917 Height/Mass: 5'9, 175 pounds Cost Characteristic Value 5 STR 15 33 DEX 21 20 CON 20 20 BODY 20 15 INT 15 20 EGO 20 5 PRE 15 COM 10 PD 3 ED 4 SPD 3 10 REC 12 END 40 8 STUN 45 OCV: 7 DCV: 7 OECV: 6 DECV: 6 Phases: 4, 8, 12 Cost Powers and Talents (END) Lightning 75 pt Multipower 5u Lightning: 5d6 ranged killing attack (75 pts), side effect (6d6 energy blast -1/2, always happens, Always occurs when power is activated.) 50 pts 5u Lightning: 15d6 energy blast (75 pts), side effect (6d6 energy blast -1/2, always happens, always occurs when power is activated.) 50 pts. 5u Electrical conduit: Absorption 15d6 vs electricity to add to energy blast. (-½) 50 pts 5u Taser fist: 15d6 hand attack Hand to hand attack (-½) 50 pts 4u Lightning: Transform 15d6 75 pts, machines to junk (-½) side effect (6d6 energy blast -1/2, always happens) 38 pts 5u Lightning : 15d6 Flash 75 pts side effect (6d6 energy blast -1/2, always happens) 50 pts 2 Life Support: Longevity Cost Skills 3 Mechanics 12- 3 Electronics 12- 3 Inventor 12- 3 Computer Programming 12- 3 System Operation 12- 3 Fast Draw with lightning 3 Bureaucratics 12- 3 KS: US Military 12- 3 KS: Intelligence Community 12- 3 KS: Superhumans 12- 3 KS: Hidden History 12- 3 AK: The World 12- 3 KS: Electrical Engineer 12- 3 PS: Electrical Engineer 12- 4 Navigation: Land, Air 12- 3 Combat Driving 13- 3 Combat Piloting 13- 4 TF: Wheeled vehicles, planes, jets 3 Teamwork 12- 3 Tactics 12- 2 WF: Small Arms 10 + 5 OCV levels with lightning 6 +4 Lightning Reflexes 7 Contact: The President of the United States 8- 7 Contact: The President of Russia 8- 7 Contact: Head of the CIA 8- 7 Contact: The Prime Minister of Great Britain 8- 7 Contact: General Secretary of the UN 8- 5 International Police Powers 1 passport 5 Diplomatic Immunity 150 Points Disadvantages 15 Secret: Power is killing him 11- 10 DF: Electromagnetic aura 20 Public Identity 11- 10 Reputation: Cranky Curmudgeon Blaster 11- 15 Psych Lim: Protective of those around him 30 Hunted by Magistracy's enemies 14- 20 Watched by the UN 11- 15 Psych Lim: Smoker 15 Psych Lim: Wants to get his way. CHA Cost = 118 Total Powers Cost = 106 Total Skills Cost = 127 Total Cost = ____350/350______________

Re: Looking for Veteran Henchthug Ideas Argent could provide battle armor, IHA a mutant scanner, Warlord transport contacts. CES