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Elijah "Most people aren't as old as I am. I doubt many of the people alive in this city would've seen your work, if it exists here in the first place." Elijah shrugs. "I just happen to have been alive during the War. ...and the War before that."
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As the group begins to discuss the finer points of privacy, a door opens in the alleyway, leading into one of the adjacent buildings. A woman comes out carrying a bag of trash, heading for a dumpster. She forcibly moves her head to the side, avoiding looking at them, and tosses the bag before heading back in. Across from the door this woman used is another one, but police tape crisscrossing it seems to indicate that it may be closed for the moment. As long as it's not actively populated by police, that might provide some more privacy. As Gwen starts to play with her phone, it takes a few moments for her to get a public wifi signal. Fortunately, it works. She starts looking around news sites for information, and it doesn't take long to find some headlines. President Killgrave wins fourth term in landslide victory! President Killgrave signs Farm Bill, promising an end to the famine. President Killgrave welcomes Latveria to the American Empire after landmark summit with Victor von Doom. It seems that President Zebediah Killgrave has been busy... Lager fucked around with this message at 13:25 on May 19, 2018 |
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It seems completely silent within, and testing the door it is unlocked. Even at testing the door, there are no sounds from within.
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PP: 1 | XP: 0 "She can step outside of the world? Could she be any more wonderful?" Slapstick sighed as Gwen stepped off panel. Hey! Don't look at me like that! You have any idea how hard it is to meet people when you're a weird cartoon person? It's stupid mega hard! So someone like Gwenpool was like... getting to star in a Disney/Pixar reboot. Gwen stepped back into frame and Slapstick's eyes bulged out of her head on stalks. She pushes them back into their proper place. "Ohhh, cute look!" She said. Yeah, that was why, subtly was banned, forever and ever. ... Then again, Slapstick was never exactly subtle to begin with even before she'd become a cartoon. "You sure I can't drape myself over you?" Slapstick asked, her cheeky grin extending past the edge of her face. The door, the silence within. There was only one option for it. Scouting mission go! "Wait here, I'll check it out!" Slapstick said, flopping down onto the ground like a snake and slithering through the open door. Sticking close to the walls edge.
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PP: 1 | XP: 0 | Stress: n/a Gwen's face falls. "Hahaha... you're kidding, right? Kilgrave? Purple Man? Man, I'm glad Bendis isn't writing this, at least, then we'd be in the poop. Well, deeper in the poop. Okay, halting that metaphor before we pass the grossness threshold. Anyway, he has mind control via pheremones, fought Daredevil and was really awful to- well- I mean- that's not something you need to hear about. Let's just say stabbing is not out of the question." Looking to Slapstick, she says, "I know I have a habit of cutesy backpacks, but I think the artists decided I outgrew that, heh." She looks to Peter, and then to the Tallus. "Uh, my technical expertise with this thing is not very technical or expert- I know it can track us, but I don't think so-" She flips it over as she squints. "But it kind of has a mind of its own."
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Elijah “Pheromones? Oh, that’s far less of a problem, for was expecting a telepath.” Elijah shakes his head. “As long as I am expecting him, I can handle pheromones easily - they’re gases. Sufficient heat subtraction will render them entirely harmless.”
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Location: Some sort of weird downtown Inception scene? PP: 1 XP: 0 Stress: 0 "erh, well, that is..." Peter kind of stammers at Miss Fury's (obviously false) flirtatiousness. Mostly out of reflex. He was happily married! "Right, cell phones. I've got one of those. Assuming this works Miss, uh...what is your actual name anyway? I should probably figure that out if we're supposed to be a hot Hollywood item but uh, the thing with other dimensions is they don't all move at the same rate or well, consistency, anyway, right? I mean theoretically. So maybe in your world it's the 1940s, but in another one it's like 2018 and you've already fought The Purple Man once and you like, dye your hair blonde or are friends with a drunk detective or something ridiculous like that." He pauses again. Getting off on a tangent again. "Anywho, some basic heads up. These are cell phones." He pulls his out of his hoodie pocket and waggles it for a moment. "They're telephones only mobile, and also like, miniature computers. Uh...are you familiar with computers? Probably not super familiar but who knows? We'll probably have to get you one for the sake of the ruse. Super useful anyway, but maybe not in your home reality if the infrastructure isn't there. Uhm, other stuff. Internet, or interwebs, as Ms. Pool called it - it's like a giant online...repository for...everything. Information, entertainment, games...uh, yeah. Mostly people use it for cat pictures and porn, though. Well most people. The internet is on cell phones, too." He stops for a second. "Is this too much?" It was maybe too much. It was hard not to be a big tech geek when one was, well, already a big tech geek, though. LifeGetsWorser fucked around with this message at 06:41 on May 20, 2018 |
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The Dazzling Starband "You're only sixty-seven or so in mine, Miss Fury. So who knows?" Berenice had been following along, silently, distracted again by the multiversal shift. She was trying to find the through-line, the cosmic backing beat from which all motion and rhythm was rooted. It's still evading her, the song at the center of this thing, but she almost had it pinned down. It was being distorted. That was the problem they needed to fix. Apparently killing the president would put things back on track, literally. Best to do it, then. "Well, for anyone without a more convenient means of disguise, I can always whip something up." She trills out a whistle, six notes that stop in the air suddenly and her clothes shimmer into something more street appropriate. A nice suit, a far more modern cut than Snow's (The man is wearing a waist coat. He's so old school the buses have gothic arched windshields.) The jacket cut might be a touch too powerful for daily wear but Berenice cannot help but make a statement with herself. It's her nature. She is a statement. "Sound and light are skein to my loom, to quote a old acquaintance. Just tell me what you'd rather be and I'll shift the light around and make it look that way." She offers a half smile to Patsy, not the Patsy she knew. Miss Fury. Keep the two as separate concepts, or else you'll assume they're the same and that would mean mistakes. "I wouldn't dare to assume, of course, but if you have any suggestions?"
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1 PP, 0 XP, no Stress "Oh my my my, that's a fine offer, Miss Blaire! But what do people even wear these days?" she paused for thought, reflecting on the brief glimpse she'd had at the crowd in the street earlier. It only took a moment before inspiration struck. "Oh, did you see that woman with the black blouse and marvelously red pants earlier? I quite liked the cut of her jib."
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The Dazzling Starband "An excellent choice! C# and around 720 terahertz...." It's a humming, this time, not a whistle, but the same shimmer and Miss Fury is now a fully modern woman not dressed like a cat. "Oh, wait. That's solved it, as well. Fascinating...." Her preliminary exercises acting like a cosmic reference-tone, The Dazzling Starband finally narrows into the sound threading the universe the Exiles found themselves in. Except, it's not just a sound. It's sounds, plural, even before Berenice forces it into song and interpretation. A quirk of reality or a symptom of this multiversal malady? Either way, two tones fighting for the same niche. Same sick core concept, just a matter of degree of internalization. "This place can't decide between narcissism or solipsism. At the core. No wonder the Tallus wants Killgrave dead if that's the end result..." There's nothing in the voice of the Starband that suggests she has any problem with that course of action.
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Location: Some sort of weird downtown Inception scene? PP: 1 XP: 0 Stress: 0 Ugh. Lots of jabber, not a lot of forward momentum. Peter supposed it couldn't be helped. He picked up his suit from the ground and brushed it off, then proceeded to put it on over his costume. It was armored, it wouldn't do to have Starband just change it - UMF and Vibranium alloy was expensive and he definitely didn't have the tools to make another suit now! After stuffing his mask, hoodie, and gloves back into the glider and making sure his Shock-gauntlets were properly covered, he turned back to the rest of the group, fixing his tie, a somewhat rumpled but definitely high-end businessman. "Got the whole 'costume under suit' thing from old movies. Do we have anything yet?"
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As the Green Goblin begins to Google himself, he almost instantly wishes he hadn't, feeling his stomach begin to churn. Crowds gather to attend execution of Peter Parker, Spider-Man! Spider-Man NO MORE! Peter Parker's last words: you'll never believe what he said! There are...there are video links, as well. The picture of an elderly version of himself hanging his head in disbelief are enough, though. There's no need to keep going... It doesn't seem that Mr. Parker will be attending any presidential galas at this time. Gwenpool's research into Patsy Walker is a bit different. She definitely existed, apparently she was an actress-turned-journalist on this world, but it's almost like someone's tried to wipe all evidence of her out. Is she alive? Is she dead? If she was dead, surely they would be touting her execution as well, just like poor Peter Parker. But where is she, then? ------------ Meanwhile, Slapstick has managed to slip her way under the door, carefully pressing herself against the wall and tiptoeing in an exaggerated fashion and fighting against every comedic urge to begin humming Mysterioso - the Robber. Fortunately, she's able to tell fairly quickly that the place is deserted, but what happened here is anyone's guess. The building was definitely a dry cleaners, and it was abandoned in a real hurry. the storefront is boarded up, but some light still leaks in, enough to see that there are numerous racks of clothing that have been deserted here, apparently for some time. Lots of other clothes are strewn around, ripped from their hangars and the bags unzipped, as though someone was searching for something. The strangest thing about this place, though, are the TVs. In every room, even the bathroom, there's a single TV. No controls on the TV are visible, and there's no remotes or anything. They're just affixed into the walls. All but one have been smashed, only the one in the front waiting area has survived. As Slapstick taps a finger on the glass, it suddenly lights up. Cheesy early 2000s daytime TV music starts playing, and an announcer's voice can be heard, "Coming up, on Dr. Bong..."  Graphics start flying past the screen, with images of a man in a conservative suit with...well, with a giant brass bell on his head...providing inspirational snippets about helping people. The whole thing is just mind-boggling, and somehow, she just can't bring herself to look away... Don't mind me, just rolling some dice...@Lager: 3d8+1d6 = (4+7+5)+(5) = 21...That'll be a 12 with d8 effect for a brain drain complication. Slapstick, go ahead and roll defense against a mental complication.
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Elijah “Actually, that makes perfect sense. Pheromones have limited range, and even a telepath has limits. Range, concentration, even just the time required to indoctrinate. Better for him to offload the duties of control as much as he can, to reinforce it and to require less personal attention. Elijah frowns. “Makes our lives rather harder, of course. But...hm. It may be something we can use to our advantage. It betrays a lack of confidence, as if any weakening of control would be a terrifying threat. We might be able to make use of that to cause enough problems to require personal attention.”
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1 PP, 0 XP, no Stress "I've seen exactly how powerful propaganda can be, even without actual brainwashing behind it." with a grim voice Patsy stopped admiring her new look, and started considering the new information. "Television, radio, newspapers. Likely even your inter-web, all bent and twisted to project the message of the wicked few, no matter how evil. Anything that can't be altered to suit the leader's will is destroyed. Even people." she says, putting a hand on the Goblin's shoulder for a moment. "But I've also seen how powerful sabotage can be. France, Belgium, Holland, all freed because even after their militaries capitulated, the people did not give up hope or lose their courage!" she slams her fist down on her opposite palm to emphasize the point. It was a popular gesture among politicians of her day. "It's ordinarily a slow process, but we are an extraordinary group. In one day, we can do what a hundred others might do in a month. And so we must do what they cannot!" at some point she realized she was reciting Captain America's old team speeches, but it seemed right. Up until the part where she remembered Captain America had plans, and she... almost never did. "So what is our plan? Figure out how this... Purple Man, this Killgrave, is influencing minds and destroy his propagation network?" Danger-Pumpkin fucked around with this message at 17:55 on May 21, 2018 |
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Elijah "I can handle the destruction of any machinery and subduing operators." Suddenly, the chill he radiates becomes intense, and a piece of old piping is frozen solid. He strikes it with a fist, smashing it to shards. "Vocal cords freeze nicely, and it's even nonlethal. ...if I want it to be, of course. Electronic security will be harder, however. I'd suspect our Mister Parker can handle that. Recon...well, that seems to be something several of us can and should handle. We'll need fighting skills, all of us, to handle what comes - my abilities are extremely potent but far too reliant on my personal attention and focus. But if I may...we may not want to destroy all of it. There's a second way to fight propaganda on a massive scale. And we have our own voice to show the world." He looks over to Starband. "Isn't that right?"
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May 21, 2018 17:43
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PP: 1 | XP: 0 "No, I mean it's hypnotic. There was a guy with a bell on his head. No idea what it was about. But it seemed like it was motion activated. Which makes total sense, because I am motion graphics!" Slapstick said proudly. "But no, seriously, don't watch the TV. That's probably what's gotten the rest of these guys marching to the same tune."
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May 21, 2018 18:07
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1 PP, 0 XP, no Stress "If that's the case, Miss... Slapstick, we must be cautious. And perhaps the television broadcast center is our first target?" The idea that there might be more than one hadn't quite struck her.
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May 21, 2018 18:11
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PP: 1, Stress 0 She frowns, then grabs Slapstick by the hand and drags her over to the door the civilian woman had previously exited from. "Turn into a bell for a second, I want to test something." She knocked on the door.
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May 21, 2018 18:12
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Location: Some sort of weird downtown Inception scene? PP: 1 XP: 0 Stress: 0 Peter chuckles. "Your last name is Snow, you can do the whole Iceman shtick, and you got on the rest of us about having hero names?" He thinks for a second. "I am all up for causing bedlam - I'm good at it, too. Sort of a demolitions expert, on top of a computer expert, science expert, biogenetics expert, and all around genius. Not too bad in a fight either, and if we're dispensing with the stealth, pretty good with the recon too, given the glider. Oh, and about that." He presses another button, this time on one of his concealed wrist gauntlets, and the glider folds into a steel briefcase, which he picks up. "Our goal is to off Kilgrave, right? It always comes down to that with the Purple Man - the guy's a menace, but if I remember correctly, once he's out of the way his hold tends to stop. Now if he's got someone implanting post hypnotic suggestions on top of that, we'll need to disrupt that signal, for sure. But everything needs to be fast - the more time he has to react to whatever we're planning, the better the odds we'll end up having to go through each other. So whatever we're going to do, we should all be in place to do it at once. Blitz him, make it so he can't react. That's my thought."
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May 21, 2018 18:20
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PP: 1 | XP: 0 "Uhh... 'Miss Slapstick'? Wow. Umm, no one's ever called- Ah, I mean, Yes. That is a name I react to often because people are always very polite to me." Slapstick flushes. It's an oddly human reaction. But there's little time to dwell on it. As she's dragged over the the door. "A bell? Sure! Ya wanna wave me about to?" She asked, her body starting to shift it's shape.
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May 21, 2018 18:45
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