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  Superbeings Around the World - a source for VIIOR.
Posted by: Logan Darklighter - 07-23-2009, 04:58 PM - Forum: The Legendary - No Replies

The following is an article for Hero Games that was written a few years back. Right around the time Hero 5th edition first came out. In fact, I think parts of
this article made it into the Champions sourcebook. I wouldn't use the numbers straight. Some of the factors will NOT apply. And because we're dealing
with a bunch of people who were transformed by playing a computer game, (and a single server at that) there will be places that just don't have any supers
at all. (Or would be surprising if they were in those places, like the Congo.) But the thinking behind this might be instructive. And it might be useful as a
comparison.

It also might be useful as a more direct source of inspiration for writing being done directly with our characters within the game world - in non-VIIOR
stories.

Quote: Superbeings Around The World




by Dean Shomshak




How many superbeings should there be in a campaign world? Or to put it another way, what proportion of the population gets super-powers? An article in DRAGON
Magazine many years ago ("One in a Million," by Roger E. Moore, issue #107) suggested a ratio of one superbeing per million normal people in a
country. For the contemporary United States, this gives 266 heroes and villains. Canada gets 29 supers. This jibes nicely with the apparent super-populations
shown in the Marvel, DC and other major comic-book worlds. But what about other countries?




Now, most of the heroes and villains in comic books are American. This is no surprise when a comic is set in an American city! A hero who lives in New York
probably won't interact much with characters from Egypt or India. Still, for hero teams with "international" charters and "worldwide"
responsibilities, such as the Avengers or Justice League, it seems a tiny bit strange for the membership to be 90% American!




On the other hand, the 1-per-million rule would imply that most of the world's supers come from China and India (1,210 and 952, respectively). Africa
would have 732 supers total. The comics do not portray India or Africa as hotbeds of super-activity. (Though it might be the basis of an interesting
campaign!)




The 1:million rule assumes, however, that origins occur randomly and homogeneously. It's true that some classic origins are completely random and
it's hard to see why they should happen more in one place than another. Why should mutants be more common in Scotland than in Swaziland? Why would
glowing meteors fall in Nebraska, and not in Nepal? On the other hand, many origins depend on factors that can vary greatly from country to country.
Radiation accidents, for instance, become even more unlikely in countries that have no nuclear industry or physics research labs.




Different regions, then, will have different proportions of superbeings, depending on what types of origins are probable. If most supers are spontaneous
mutants, there will be little variation: raw population will be the only important factor. If most powers come from expensive super-technology, wealth and
industrialization are the most important factors, and the Third World is pretty much out of luck.




Modifying Factors




In this article, it's assumed that all the classic types of origins are available in a setting, from martial artists to aliens. Each country receives a
divisor to reduce the basic population of supers from the 1:million ratio. The basic divisor is 6, but this can be modified up or down by different factors.




Wealth




Impoverished societies give fewer opportunities for origins. The poor, especially the rural poor, have fewer opportunities to learn science or sorcery; they
seldom encounter high technology; they don't have the luxury of spending years training in the martial arts. A society where most people are subsistence
farmers, nomads, or unskilled laborers will not generate many superbeings. What's more, poor countries generally have lousy health care. Heroes and
villains will be more likely to die from their clashes, further reducing the chance that the society has active superbeings.




The wealth or poverty of a whole society is a little hard to nail down. As a rule of thumb, though, a country whose per-capita GDP is $5000 or less can be
considered poor; a country with a per-capita GDP of $1000 or less is desperately poor. A country's GDP can be found in most general-information almanacs.




Technology




High-tech industry and cutting-edge scientific research is a very common factor in super-origins. Examples are weird accidents in labs, chemical factories
and nuclear power plants, experimental robots, government super-serums and super-gadgeteers. Countries with lots of high-tech are more likely to generate
superbeings.




Martial Arts




Highly skilled martial artists are themselves superbeings. A culture with a strong tradition of the martial arts will tend to produce super-skilled fighters.




Supernatural




On the mystical front, a culture with a famous magical tradition can plausibly produce super-wizards, who may in turn give heroes or villains powers by
magic, or summon demons and spirits as high-powered minions. A great mythology gives opportunities for gods and other supernatural entities to become heroes
and villains, too.




History




Mystic artifacts hidden long ago might be rediscovered in a nation that was once the center of a great empire; or heroes and villains may be inspired by past
glories. On the other hand, recent genocides or the proxy wars of world powers might give individuals a special incentive to seek super-powers, so they can
get revenge.




Bought Origins




Billionaires and megacorporations might import super-technology which a country could never develop on its own. Governments which sponsor terrorism, or which
are ruled by particularly megalomaniacal dictators, might do the same -- or just keep bludgeoning away in the labs until they get a super-powered agent. What
do they care how many test subjects die in the process?




Modifier Numbers




Factors that make origins more likely will subtract from the basic divisor of 6. Factors that reduce the chance of origins will add to it. If one wants a
particular origin type to be more common, one can give it a greater modifier. This list assumes a setting much like the DC Universe or the earlier Marvel
Universe (before everybody and their brother became a mutant), where all sorts of origin types are found and no single type predominates:








Factor Divisor




Base Divisor (Wealthy Society) 6




Poor Society +2




Desperately Poor Society +4




High-Tech Industry, Advanced Research -2




Strong Martial Arts Tradition -1




Famous Magical Tradition/Mythology -1




Former Imperial Power -1




Native Billionaires/Megacorporations -1




Government Sponsors Terrorism -1




Extremely Traumatic Recent History -1




The maximum divisor is 10; the minimum is 1 (no matter how many positive factors a country has, dividing by zero is not allowed!)








Examples




Applying these factors is still a bit subjective, though. How famous does a culture's mythology or folklore have to be? What technology is high enough to
justify industrial accidents as an origin? But here are some examples:




Egypt




With a per-capita GDP of $2,490, Egypt is a poor country. It also has a famous mythology, though, a reputation for ancient magic, and an incredibly glamorous
imperial past. Modern Egypt also has some very rich people. Result: Divisor of 4. From the base population of 63.6 million people, this produces 15.9, or 16
supers.




United States




The United States is, of course, wealthy. It has as much high-tech industry and advanced scientific research as anyplace in the world. There's no
shortage of native billionaires and megacorporations. The US might seem a little scant on the supernatural front...except that as a nation of immigrants it
has inherited every mythic and magical tradition in the world Asian immigration has also brought a flourishing martial arts culture. America's divisor is
1 just because it can't go any lower!




Albania




Poor Albania. The per-capita GDP is said to be $1,100/person, but that was before most of the money in the country was sucked out in 1997 by con men: after
living for 40 years under Stalinist dictatorship, utterly cut off from the rest of the world, the Albanians were suckers for massive pyramid schemes. Albania
is now desperately poor. The late Enver Hoxha, however, was a dictator whose ruthlessness was curtailed only by the limited opportunities available in such a
small and backward nation. Albania's divisor is 9, giving a base super-population of...0.




China




China has an enormous population -- a fifth of all the people in the world. What's more, it has cutting-edge scientific research (advanced enough to make
its own nuclear weapons, at any rate), fantastic traditions of martial arts, magic and myth, and a long imperial past. Even if one assumes that the
per-capita GDP of $2,500 does not accurately reflect a country where half the population engages in subsistence agriculture, and rules that most of China is
actually desperately poor, China still gets an awful lot of superbeings! (India is a similar case.)




GMs should probably give some thought to why Chinese supers don't dominate the news (if not the world!) Do the Western media just not pay attention?
Perhaps many Chinese superbeings aren't interested in being heroes and villains: there could be dozens of martial arts masters and Taoist sorcerers who
live quiet, contented lives without displaying their awesome abilities. Perhaps the Chinese government suppresses news of super-battles, because it wants to
make people think that nothing could challenge its power. Or maybe the Chinese government super-team is so effective at destroying anyone who flat-out
refuses to join that most potential villains and freelance heroes stay in hiding...




Emigration




Heroes and villains don't have to stay in their native country, though. They can emigrate. Supervillains who are only in it for the money will leave
impoverished homelands to seek their fortune in wealthier regions. Conversely, villains from nations with many superbeings (both heroes and villains) might
look for a country where there will be less competition! A sensible villain might conclude that he'd have better chances conquering Albania than America.
(Hey, it's a start...)




As for the heroes? An altruistic superbeing may find that she's the only superbeing in her entire country: if she wants to fight villainy, she'll
have to go somewhere else. On the other hand, a nation which doesn't have enough heroes to deal with the villains might try recruiting superheroes from
other countries. (Ever since the Gulf War, Kuwait has offered the most remarkable benefit packages to supers willing to join its army...)




So What?




All this leaves one very important question. Why bother? What does it matter if other countries have superbeings or not? Or why not just make up characters
as the mood strikes or the need arises?




This isn't just a matter of art for art's sake. Nor does a GM have to actually create heroes and villains for every country in the world! Giving a
little thought to what lies beyond the usual campaign settings, however, can help a GM create better stories.




First, the more a GM knows about the real world, the better he'll be at creating imaginary worlds. The exercise of looking at the world and learning
about other countries has value in its own right.




In particular, working out the super-populations of different countries can suggest stories. Even with the modifying factors, there should be a lot of
superbeings out there, just waiting to be used in a GM's plots! Indeed, a region's oversupply or dearth of superbeings can suggest whole campaigns.




What's more, not everyone shares the attitudes of the modern Western world. Heroes and villains from other cultures may have quite different attitudes.
On an international hero team, this could give opportunities for some juicy roleplaying. Even if the campaign is restricted to one city, visiting superbeings
from other countries might get involved in culture clashes and misunderstandings.




Finally, different cultures can create new challenges for heroes. How well will First World heroes function in third world countries which lack the usual
social supports of hospital emergency rooms, lab facilities, reliable communications -- or civil rights? Heroes can face moral challenges too, in countries
with different standards of crime and government. One man's villain may be another man's hero. Throw the PCs into the middle of a civil war: do they
get involved? Will heroes from a democracy protect a "friendly dictator" from the rebel superbeing who wants to overthrow him? Such situations give
opportunities for some intense soul-searching, and for the heroes' choices to have far-reaching consequences.




In short, looking beyond the usual comic-book settings can suggest new possibilities for play. Why should big American cities have all the fun? There's a
whole world of adventures waiting for the heroes!




Appendix: Populations




These are some guesses about how many supers might have their origins in each nation of the world. They aren't graven in stone; they are to start one
thinking about where the super-action might be. Quite possibly, some countries have been shortchanged because the Humble Author simply doesn't know about
their combat tradition, cool mythology or surprisingly advanced university. Sorry!




Since all the nations which are individually too small to make any super-origins likely can still add up to a pretty fair chunk of population, each continent
also gets an average divisor, which is applied to the continent's total population. Any "leftover origins" are listed as "Not Yet
Assigned." GMs can allocate these origins to whatever countries they want. If you want a hero or villain to come from Gabon or Guyana, Cyprus or St.
Lucia, you can do it.




Finally, PCs are always an exception to whatever population statistics one creates. If a GM in Uruguay wants to make Montevideo a great center for heroes and
villains, he has every right to do so! No matter where you are, these guidelines only apply to the rest of the world.








Nation # Div Population




Africa 105 7 732 million




-Algeria 3 10 29.2 million




-Angola 1 8 10.3 million




-Benin 1 7 5.7 million




-Botswana 0 8 1.5 million




-Burkina Faso 1 10 10.6 million




-Burundi 1 10 5.9 million




-Cameroon 2 8 14.3 million




-Cape Verde 0 8 449,000




-Central African




Republic 0 10 3.3 million




-Chad 1 10 7 million




-Comoros 0 10 569,000




-Congo 0 9 2.5 million




-Congo (Zaire) 5 9 46.5 million




-Cote d'Ivoire 2 7 14.8 million




-Djibouti 0 8 428,000




-Egypt 16 4 63.6 million




-Equatorial Guinea 0 9 431,000




-Eritrea 0 8 3.9 million




-Ethiopia 7 8 57.2 million




-Gabon 0 5 1.2 million




-Gambia 0 8 1.2 million




-Ghana 3 7 17.7 million




-Guinea 1 8 7.4 million




-Guinea-Bissau 0 9 1.2 million




-Kenya 4 7 28.2 million




-Lesotho 0 8 2 million




-Liberia 0 8 2.1 million




-Libya 1 6 5.4 million




-Madagascar 1 10 13.7 million




-Malawi 1 10 9.5 million




-Maldives 0 8 271,000




-Mali 1 9 9.7 million




-Mauritania 0 8 2.3 million




-Mauritius 0 8 1.1 million




-Morocco 4 7 29.8 million




-Mozambique 2 10 17.9 million




-Namibia 0 6 1.7 million




-Niger 1 9 4.9 million




-Nigeria 17 6 103.9 million




-Rwanda 1 10 6.9 million




-Sao Tome &




Principe 0 8 144,000




-Senegal 1 9 9.1 million




-Seychelles 0 8 78,000




-Sierra Leone 0 10 4.8 million




-Somalia 1 9 9.6 million




-South Africa 8 5 41.7 million




-Sudan 4 9 31.1 million




-Swaziland 0 8 999,000




-Tanzania 3 9 29.1 million




-Togo 1 9 4.6 million




-Tunisia 1 7 9 million




-Uganda 2 10 20.2 million




-Zambia 1 10 9.2 million




-Zimbabwe 2 6 11.3 million




Not Yet Assigned 4








Nation # Div Population




Asia 762 4.5 3.43 billion




-Afghanistan 4 5 22.7 million




-Armenia 1 6 3.5 million




-Azerbaijan 1 6 7.7 million




-Bahrain 0 6 590,000




-Bangladesh 15 8 123 million




-Bhutan 0 8 1.8 million




-Brunei 0 7 300,000




-Cambodia 2 7 10.9 million




-China 242 5 1,210 million




-Georgia 1 6 5.2 million




-Hong Kong 3 2 6.3 million




-India 190 5 952.1 million




-Indonesia 41 5 206.6 million




-Iran 17 4 66.1 million




-Iraq 5 4 21.4 million




-Israel 3 2 5.4 million




-Japan 63 2 125.5 million




-Jordan 1 7 4.2 million




-Kazakhstan 3 3 16.9 million




-Korea, North 5 5 23.9 million




-Korea, South 23 2 45.5 million




-Kuwait 0 5 1.9 million




-Kyrgyzstan 1 6 4.5 million




-Laos 1 7 5 million




-Lebanon 1 5 3.8 million




-Malaysia 4 5 20 million




-Mongolia 0 7 2.5 million




-Myanmar 9 5 46 million




-Nepal 4 6 22.1 million




-Oman 1 4 2.2 million




-Pakistan 26 5 129.3 million




-Philippines 15 5 74.5 million




-Qatar 0 5 548,000




-Saudi Arabia 5 4 19.4 million




-Singapore 2 2 3.4 million




-Sri Lanka 3 5 18.6 million




-Syria 4 4 15.6 million




-Taiwan 11 2 21.5 million




-Tajikistan 1 6 5.9 million




-Thailand 15 4 58.9 million




-Turkey 12 5 62.5 million




-Turkmenistan 1 6 4.1 million




-United Arab




Emirates 1 5 3.1 million




-Uzbekistan 5 5 23.4 million




-Vietnam 15 5 74 million




-Yemen 3 5 13.5 million




-Not Yet Assigned 2








Nation # Div Population




Europe 292 2.5 729 million




-Albania 0 9 3.2 million




-Andorra 0 3 73,000




-Austria 4 2 8 million




-Belarus 3 4 10.4 million




-Belgium 5 2 10.2 million




-Bosnia &




Herzegovina 1 5 2.7 million




-Bulgaria 2 4 8.6 million




-Croatia 1 5 5 million




-Cyprus 0 6 745,000




-Czech Republic 3 3 10.3 million




-Denmark 3 2 5.3 million




-Estonia 0 3 1.5 million




-Finland 2 3 5.1 million




-France 29 2 58 million




-Germany 42 2 83.5 million




-Greece 5 2 10.5 million




-Hungary 3 3 10 million




-Iceland 0 3 270,000




Ireland 2 2 3.6 million




-Italy 29 2 57.5 million




-Latvia 1 3 2.5 million




-Liechtenstein 0 3 31,000




-Lithuania 1 3 3.6 million




-Luxembourg 0 2 416,000




-Macedonia 0 5 2.1 million




-Malta 0 4 376,000




-Moldova 1 4 4.5 million




-Monaco 0 2 32,000




-Netherlands 8 2 15.6 million




-Norway 2 2 4.4 million




-Poland 13 3 38.6 million




-Portugal 2 4 9.9 million




-Romania 5 4 21.7 million




-Russia 49 3 148.2 million




-San Marino 0 2 25,000




-Slovakia 1 5 5.4 million




-Slovenia 0 5 2 million




-Spain 13 3 39.2 million




-Sweden 4 2 8.9 million




-Switzerland 5 2 7.2 million




-Ukraine 17 3 50.9 million




-United Kingdom 29 2 58.5 million




-Vatican City 0 2 750




-Yugoslavia 2 4 10.6 million




-Not yet assigned 5








Nation # Div Population




North America 243 1.9 454 million




-Antigua & Barbuda 0 5 66,000




-Bahamas 0 4 259,000




-Barbados 0 5 257,000




-Belize 0 5 219,000




-Canada 19 1.5 28.8 million




-Costa Rica 1 4 3.5 million




-Cuba 3 4 11 million




-Dominica 0 5 83,000




-Dominican




Republic 1 7 8.1 million




-El Salvador 1 7 5.8 million




-Grenada 0 5 95,000




-Guatemala 2 5 11.3 million




-Haiti 1 7 6.7 million




-Honduras 2 5 5.6 million




-Jamaica 1 5 2.6 million




-Mexico 32 3 95.8 million




-Nicaragua 1 5 4.3 million




-Panama 1 5 2.7 million




-St. Kitts-Nevis 0 5 41,000




-St Lucia 0 5 158,000




-St Vincent & the




Grenadines 0 5 118,000




-Trinidad & Tobago 0 5 1.3 million




-United States 177 1.5 265.6 million




-Not Yet Assigned 1








Nation # Div Population




Oceania 12 2.5 29 million




-Australia 9 2 18.3 million




-Fiji 0 8 782,000




-Kiribati 0 8 81,000




-Marshall Islands 0 8 58,000




-Micronesia 0 8 125,000




-Nauru 0 4 10,000




-New Zealand 2 2 3.5 million




-Palau 0 4 17,000




-Papua New Guinea 1 8 4.4 million




-Solomon Islands 0 8 413,000




-Tonga 0 8 106,000




-Tuvalu 0 8 10,000




-Vanuatu 0 8 178,000




-Western Samoa 0 8 214,000




-Not Yet Assigned 1








Nation # Div Population




South America 66 5 323 million




-Argentina 9 4 34.7 million




-Bolivia 2 4 7.2 million




-Brazil 27 6 162.7 million




-Chile 4 4 14.3 million




-Colombia 9 4 36.8 million




-Ecuador 2 5 11.5 million




-Guyana 0 6 712,000




-Paraguay 1 6 5.5 million




-Peru 6 4 24.5 million




-Suriname 0 5 436,000




-Uruguay 1 4 3.2 million




-Venezuela 5 4 22 million




-Not Yet Assigned 0

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  Good. Bad. I'm the one with the guild.
Posted by: robkelk - 07-22-2009, 02:05 PM - Forum: General Chatter - Replies (13)

The Register: Sam Raimi to direct WoW movie
--
Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012

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  Computer online.
Posted by: Bluemage - 07-22-2009, 05:56 AM - Forum: General Chatter - Replies (20)

I recently (a week ago) had my desktop decide to die in two different ways. It was giving me grief for a month before that, refusing to start for the first
few (1-12) attempts, but a bit of poking would get it to fire up, and it ran well enough when it was up.

A few days before it died, it began failing to POST, giving me a speaker error code. The code said that no video card was detected... which I knew was bogus,
as my GTX 280 worked just fine when the PC started. I started leaving it on Standby overnight, to minimize the number of times I'd have to start it.

The day before it died, I got hit hard with viruses. I'm still not sure what got me, but the computer did some awful strange things. At one point, I
rattled off a phrase into Google, and it searched backwards. Yeah. So, I moved all essential files off my C
partition (I have 4 other partitions, including 3 other drives), nuked it, and reinstalled XP. As I was bringing it up from a restart (reinstalling drivers),
it decided to die, and none of my poking/prodding was bringing it back up.

It's now working, one week, a new motherboard, and 1.5 days of effort later. The funny part is that, as I was buttoning up the case, I realized that the
reason it wasn't starting wasn't because of the mobo's PCI-E port dying (as I thought), but because the graphics card wasn't properly seated in
the mobo- a quirk in my case made it possible to either seat it properly, or secure it properly. With some... unorthodox efforts (longer screws, different
holes, and big washers), I did both this time. Still, I bought a replacement part I didn't actually need.

Over the last 8 hours, I have almost all my programs reinstalled and running properly. I've expanded my anti-virus/anti-spyware setup (which was screwed
up by WSU's mandatory Symantec install before the reformat), and upgraded everything that had a new release since 2007, when I last reinstalled Windows.

All that's left is to fix my 40-50 game shortcuts that, because the new XP install rearranged my drive letters, don't point to the right places. After
that, I have three more programs to install, about 270GB of personal files (including >40k music files) to organize and comb for redundancies, and several
thousand browser bookmarks to do the same to.

My baby's back up and running, though, and that makes it all worth it.


My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.

I've been writing a bit.

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  A Truth Song Maybe
Posted by: ordnance11 - 07-22-2009, 05:19 AM - Forum: The Game Everyone Loves To Play - No Replies



Spiral

Vocals: angela

Lyrics: atsuko

Composition: atsuko & KATSU

Arrangement: KATSU


Hurried by time, I walk along side you

Our hearts huddle

The invisible wheels are now in gear with you

Though common sense makes sounds and collapses, leaving now

What is the truth? (I don't know why)

And what are illusions? (Can't stop my mind)

I want the power to be able to distinguish them genuinely

It tightens my passion toward you

Crying and echoing after arriving

The structure of eternity for as long as we live

Let's go toward a journey to solve it

I wanna say that the dice have been thrown

Just like being swallowed by a large whirlpool

I can't see the exit of these spinning spiral stairs

What is reality? (I don't know why)

It's too uncertain (Can't stop my mind)

It's getting dangerous to even believe

The impulse that sprouted in me now

Hold, harden and heat promises

Hurried by time, we walk together

Our hearts huddle

And we feel love so close

People are always (I don't know why)

Foolish, they don't know what important things are (Can't stop my mind)

Until after they lose them

I'm so filled with overflowing courage

That I offer the best prayer

It tightens my passion toward you

Crying and echoing after arriving

The structure of eternity for as long as we live

Let's go toward a journey to solve it

I wanna say that the dice have been thrown

Spiral

Vocals: angela

Toki ni aseri tomo ni ayumi

Kokoro wa yorisotte

Me ni mienu haguruma ga ima kimi to kamiatta

Joushiki wa oto o tatete kuzuresari yuku keredo

Nani ga shinjitsu de (I don't know why)

Maboroshi nante (Can't stop my mind)

Junsui ni mikiwameru chikara ga hoshii

Nageku hibiku kekkyoku kitsuku

Shimetsukeru kimi e no jounetsu

Ikeru kagiri eien no shikumi

Tokiakasu tabiji e

I wanna say sai wa nagerareta

Maru de ookina uzu ni nomi komareteku you ni

Mawaru rasen kaidan deguchi wa mienai kara

Genjitsu nante (I don't know why)

Futashika sugite (Can't stop my mind)

Shinjiru imi sae mo ayau ni mama

Kataku idaku kessoku atsuku

Ima boku ni mebaeta shoudou

Toki ni aseri tomo ni ayumi

Kokoro wa yorisotte

Aijou wa hodo chikai kankaku de

Hito wa itsu de mo (I don't know why)

Ushinatte kara (Can't stop my mind)

Taisetsu na mono o shiru orokasa yue ni

Mujou no inori sasagu hodo ni

Minagiru yuuki ni mitasareru

Nageku hibiku kekkyoku kitsuku

Shimetsukeru kimi e no jounetsu

Ikeru kagiri eien no shikumi

Tokiakasu tabiji e

I wanna say sai wa nagerareta

The power to distinguish truth from illusion. In the HP step it maybe from revealing a person in an invisible cloak, to someone who has taken polyjiuce and
all the way to revealing hidden in a Fidelius charm. Within Doug's LOS of course.
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Into terror!,  Into valour!
Charge ahead! No! Never turn
Yes, it's into the fire we fly
And the devil will burn!
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  Greetings from Surf City...
Posted by: Bob Schroeck - 07-21-2009, 10:20 PM - Forum: General Chatter - Replies (6)

...where there are two girls for every boy.

Allegedly. I haven't noticed any gender disparity here, but then again, I've spent most of my time sitting on a beachfront porch reading --
Edding's ''Belgariad'', for everyone who encouraged me to do so several weeks ago, right after Eddings died. Yes, it's as good as you
said. Thank you.

Anyway, this is my middle-of-the-week clear-out-the-email-inbox-and-check-the-forums session. So far, so good -- it doesn't look like there's an
impending meltdown anywhere, so carry on, have fun, and I'll be back on my usual schedule in four days.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

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  Legendary Academy Incident Reports: Double Trouble
Posted by: Sofaspud - 07-21-2009, 10:06 PM - Forum: The Legendary - Replies (7)

Legendary Academy Incident Reports:


Double Trouble


by Sofaspud


"I'm truly very sorry about this," the vice-principal of Atlas Park Regional High School said. He cast a nervous glance at the two redheads
visible through the window separating the principal's office from the waiting room. The young ladies were twins, that much was obvious. One sat calmly,
regarding the principal's office with a thoughtful, calculating look on her face; the other scowled and fidgeted in her seat, alternating between digging
at the carpet with the toe of her sneakers and joining her sister in silent contemplation.

"We've tried to make allowances for them," the man continued quietly. "But, simply put, Mr. Sparks... we've reached the end of what we
can do. And it's not just because of this latest incident. It's everything. The past semester has been... well, you've been to the
conferences. You understand, I'm sure."

"I'm sure I don't understand, actually." The other occupant of the room, the twins' father, said quietly but with force.
"Last I checked, this is Paragon City. I'd be surprised if you didn't have super-powered high school students coming out of your ears. Surely
you can handle a little lab accident."

"The difference being that it wasn't accidental. They deliberately engaged in unsupervised and, might I add, completely unethical, experimentation.
On each other, which is bad enough, but on their peers as well!"

"Nobody was harmed..."

"That's hardly the point. They might have been. Your daughters are very lucky that they weren't." The vice-principal shook his
head. "Look, Mr. Sparks, there's simply no option. They're being permanently expelled. This meeting isn't going to change that. I'm
here to help you find alternatives. Home schooling, perhaps, or a tutor. There are many available, including some with abilities that could... lessen the
impact, should your daughters' tendencies land them in trouble again. There are private schools. They have places to go... but here isn't one of
them."

George Sparks scowled at the man behind the desk, but his heart wasn't truly in it. He knew the administrator was correct. As excellent as it was, Park
High (as it was colloquially referred to) wasn't enough, anymore.

"Fine," he heard himself say. "Let me see what you've got."



"Dad looks pissed," Amanda Sparks observed quietly from where they sat cooling their heels in the waiting room.

"Yeah," Melissa replied.

"Think this is about the thing with the hamsters?"

"... I don't think so. Dad would be a lot more upset if it was. I think it's about the biology lab."

"Oh, right... that would have worked if they hadn't stopped us." Amanda sighed. "So, think we're kicked out this time?"

"Oh yeah."

"Bummer."

"Tell me about it." Melissa frowned and blew an errant strand of hair away from her eyes. "We would have totally kicked butt in the science
fair."

"Totally!" Amanda agreed. She dug at the carpet again, scowling. "The field coupler is still sitting on my bench in shop class. I got yanked
in here before I could finish."

"... you did remember to discharge it before you left, right?" Melissa raised an eyebrow at her twin.

"Well, I didn't think I'd get pulled away like that, now did I?" Amanda replied in exasperation. "It should be fine until we can pick
it up. They can't take too much longer in there, can they?"

The phone rang. The secretary finished filing her nail and picked it up on the fourth ring. She winced and held it away from her ear for a moment, then
frowned. A frightened look crossed her features, and she nodded. "Right away!" she said into the handset, and dropped it on the desk in her haste
to stand up. She crossed to the door leading to the inner office, rapped on it quickly, and went inside without waiting for a response.

Amanda and Melissa shared a glance.

"WHAT?!" The bellow shook the window and was audible in the waiting room.

"Uh-oh," the girls said in unison.

The vice-principal burst out of the office and made a beeline for the door. "Evacuate the students!" he snapped over his shoulder as he vanished
from sight. His secretary nodded frantically and tipped over a bust of Statesman that sat on a podium in the corner of his office, revealing a large red
button. She mashed it and alarms began to wail.

George Sparks came out with a grim expression on his face and looked at his daughters.

"We didn't do it," they chorused. Mirroring each other, they crossed fingers behind their backs.

"What?" George looked momentarily puzzled, then waved it off. "Oh, that. No, something about an explosion over in the shop building."

Amanda and Melissa winced. George noticed the flicker and closed his eyes. "Girls," he said reproachfully. "You didn't."

"It was just our science project!" The twins sprang to their feet.

"Yeah! And, anyway, it's not like it could actually hurt anyone!"

Melissa eyed her sister dubiously for a moment. "... er, right! What she said."

Together: "We'll take care of it, dad!"

Without waiting for permission -- or, more likely, refusal -- they sprinted out the door.

"Girls, wait--!"



"That," Melissa panted, palms braced against her knees as she gasped for breath after their full-bore sprint across campus, "does not
look like something our field coupler should generate. What did you DO, sis?"

"Don't look at me," Amanda replied. "I mean, yuck!"

"I AM THE STUDENT BODY!" howled the protoplasmic, vaguely humanoid mass of cloudy purple-gray goo wobbling like a titanic jello mold away from the
shattered shop building. It formed what might have passed for a head, with a grotesque, oozing maw slashing jaggedly across it's face serving as a mouth,
and glowing shop-lights for eyes. A section of brick wall from the shop building, bearing the school logo, burped to the surface of its chest and stayed
there.

"MY VOICE WILL BE HEARD!" It took a huge, lumbering step that shook the ground when it landed, flattening a rack of bicycles into a twisted jumble
of steel and aluminum. A fleeing student tripped and sprawled headlong in the dirt. The blob took another ponderous step and stomped on him. The girls
winced, expecting the worst... and instead, saw the startled-looking student slowly rise up through the semi-transparent leg of the creature to join other dark
blobs bobbing gently in the middle of the shuddering mass, at roughly gut level -- if such a thing could be said to have a gut.

"Sis..."

"Yeah?"

"Are those...?"

"I think so."

The twins looked at each other. "Y'know," Melissa began thoughtfully, "if we could get a sample of that thing..."

"Way ahead of you." Amanda brandished a small vial with a rubber stopper.

"ONE VOICE, ONE PURPOSE!" the creature roared, and swung an enormous arm into the maintenance shed, completely demolishing it. A spray of purple goo
splattered nearby buildings and the few students who hadn't yet fled to safety. The girls winced as the monster noticed a lab-coated teacher waving
frantically at it -- "Go away! Shoo!" -- and flicked him with an oversized finger, sending the man flying away over the campus, a diminishing wail
trailing behind.

The creature raised massive fists in the air and bellowed, "NO MORE BOOK REPORTS!" It brought both hands down on one corner of the library, crushing
it into rubble. "NO MORE BAD LUNCHES!" A titanic kick tore through the cafeteria, sending an unfortunate walk-in fridge on a high, arcing
trajectory, dispensing frozen meat as it tumbled. "NO MORE BELL CURVES!" The clock tower was wrenched free of the admin building and spiked into
the ground with a great, resounding KLONG.

"What the HELL is THAT?" cried a new voice. The girls spun around to see a Longbow officer staring at the towering goo-creature in utter bafflement.

"It calls itself The Student Body, and appears to be sentient," Melissa said helpfully.

"Yeah, and it's made of some form of gelatinous material, non-acidic... at least, nothing appears to be melting," Amanda added, using the toe of
her sneaker to nudge one of the inert blobs of goo that decorated the landscape. It wobbled.

"Plus, it can selectively absorb things through its skin. What do you think, sis? Semi-permeable membrane?"

"Possibly, though it might just be selective surface tension, like those water balls we made."

"True." Melissa turned her attention back to the thoroughly befuddled Longbow sergeant. "Anyway, it's ingested at least one, and more
likely a dozen or so, students at this point... and it has a really bad temper," she finished, scribbling in her notepad.

The man was silent for a long moment, staring at the two of them. In the background, the creature entertained itself by grabbing teachers' cars and
crushing them like soda cans, chuckling to itself heartily.

"What?" the twins asked simultaneously. "Did we stutter?"

"I, uh -- MEN!" The sergeant noticed the arrival of the rest of his squad, and turned away from the girls with relief evident in his voice.
"The giant monster eating the school! Take it out!" He chopped a hand in the direction of The Student Body and his men responded with a roar as
they charged.

"Get somewhere safe, we'll handle this!" the sergeant barked, and trotted past the twins.

"They're gonna be in trou-ble," Amanda sing-songed quietly.

"No kidding." Melissa flipped her notepad shut and pushed her glasses back up on her nose. "So... field coupler?"

"Sounds good."

They ran for the ex-shop building, as the creature responded to the Longbow attack by executing a massive bellyflop that body-pressed the first squad into the
asphalt of the administration parking lot. The ground shook in sympathy as the behemoth clambered back to its feet and roared.

"THE STUDENT BODY HAS SPOKEN! SCHOOL IS OUT... FOREVER!"

Two more squads of Longbow troops, aided by a few wandering heroes who were listening to their police scanners, attacked The Student Body as the twins ducked
into the ruined shop building.



Evangelia peered critically at herself in the mirror, tracing one fingertip along the border of her eye. Satisfied, she leaned back and grinned crookedly at
her reflection.

"Magical Girl Side Effect Nobody Told Me About Number 302," she intoned quietly. "No makeup needed to stay looking sixteen."

Her communicator chirped. "Eva? There's something on the monitor you might want to see..."

"I'm in the bathroom, Space," Eva pointed out.

"You REEEAAAALLLY wanna see this!"

Eva sighed. "On my way," she said, and headed for the command center. She nodded at the familiar faces as she passed by, making note to ask about
the ones she didn't recognize later, and entered the command center at a brisk walk. She glanced at the master monitor, sized up the situation instantly,
opened her mouth to speak, and blinked.

"Is that Park High?" she asked, staring transfixed at the image on the screen.

"A live feed, yes, ma'am," said the on-duty operator. Space Mage bounced and pointed at the screen.

"See? See? I said you'd want to see it!"

Eva smiled a little but didn't respond. Instead, she leaned forward, resting one hand gently on the duty operator's shoulder. "Who do we have in
the area?" she asked quietly, and nodded thoughtfully at the list as it sprang up on the screen.

"Okay then," she said, straightening up. "Space, you're with me--"

"Yay!"

"-- and I want messages out to the rest of the group. Giant monster attack at Park High, reinforce us as soon as you can." Eva made for the
teleporter bay at a dead sprint, even as the operator was acknowledging her orders. Space Mage floated gently along with her.

"What is it with that school?" Eva asked rhetorically as she punched in the coordinates.

"Dunno," Space replied, shrugging. "It could be that it's like a cosmic nexus, a place where the lines of power meet and intertwine and
shape history and bend space and things like that, making it pretty much a given that if weird stuff is going to happen it's going to happen there. Or it
might just be a funny coincidence." Space cocked her head curiously. "Think this is another crazy teacher?"

Years of experience with her friend's speech patterns let Eva absorb the verbal torrent without going cross-eyed, though it was still a close thing.
"Historimandias didn't get that big," she replied, taking her place on the pad. "Thankfully."

"Yeah, I don't wanna channel MySpace again," Space noted as the teleporter spun up. "It's kinda icky these days."

"Try Facebook, then," Eva quipped, and laughed at Space's expression as they vanished in sparkles of light.

"Like that's any better!"



Amanda kicked aside a shattered workbench and yelped, then spent a frustrated moment holding her toe and hopping in place.

"Use your brains, not your brawn," Melissa teased, shoving a section of broken steel pipe under a pile of rubble, then pushing down on the end in her
hand. The junk pile, easily weighing a half-ton, lifted smoothly away from the floor and fell to the side.

"Yeah, yeah, I know -- hey, I found it!" Amanda bent down and rummaged under the table she'd just overturned, rising with a grimy but still
functional device cradled in her arms. She brushed some of the dirt away from a dial and frowned. "Sis?"

"Yeah?"

Amanda turned the contraption so that the dial faced her sister. It was hovering well inside the green zone, near the bottom. "This thing isn't even
halfway to overload, yet. We should have had a few hours yet before it went off. What gives?!"

Melissa hopped over a destroyed band saw and examined the field coupler device. "Yep, you're right," she said, and poked a button. Electricity
arced and fizzled and Amanda twitched and spasmed as it coursed through her, puffing her hair into a fright wig.

"You should discharge that before you leave it lying around," Melissa noted impishly. Amanda blinked and glared at her sister as smoke gently curled
up from the frazzled ends of her hair.

"... get you for that," she muttered.

"So what happened in here, anyway?" Melissa wondered aloud as they picked their way through the rubble toward the exit.

"I don't know, but I don't think it was us, this time." Amanda waggled the field coupler for emphasis. "Not like this could have done
that anyway, but still."

"Think they've destroyed it yet?"

A screaming Longbow pilot crashed to the ground just outside the retracted rolling steel door, bouncing twice before settling to the ground with a low, pained
moan. Behind him, visible above the ruins of the building, his Chaser skiff described a wobbly triple-loop before slamming into the ground and detonating in a
belch of orange flame and black smoke.

Amanda turned to her sister with a raised eyebrow. "Nope."



"-- magician of the FUTURE, the sorceress of the SPACE AGE, defender of all that is shiny and true, I am -- EEEP!" Space Mage ducked as the massive
slimeball took a swing at where she'd been moments before. She wasn't quite fast enough, and the edge of the fist caught her, knocking her into a loop
but doing no serious damage. She wobbled back upright and put her hands on her hips, glaring through a freshly-applied mask of purple goo at the lumbering
beast.

"HEY!" she barked. "THAT WAS RUDE!" So saying, she let loose with a barrage of energy at the thing.

"Less yak, more blast," Eva cried from down near the monsters feet, where she and a half-dozen other heroes were industriously chipping away at it.
Goo sprayed away in arcs every time she swung her blade, but it was like using a knife on runny jello -- as soon as the blade passed through, the gap filled
itself in.

"Is it just me," a weary Longbow grunt muttered, "or is this thing getting bigger the longer we whack at it?"

His sergeant glared at him. "Shut up and keep shooting!"



The Student Body howled as it scattered the latest round of attackers with a massive foot stomp that set off car alarms half a mile away. The gathered heroes
rose to their feet, groaning, and set themselves to charge again. From their position behind the corner of the wrecked cafeteria, the twins watched in rapt
scientific fascination as the monster showed no signs of slowing down.

A small figure appeared at the entrance to the administration building. A straggler, a student who had been missed in the evacuation. The girls couldn't
make out his identity from this distance. The boy displayed good sense, waiting until the heroes charged the beast before scampering down the steps and making
a beeline for the nearest shelter.

He didn't make it.

The Student Body twitched and whirled, faster than its bulk should allow, as soon as the boy left the protective cover of the building. It lunged, knocking
heroes and Longbow aside like bowling pins, and made a long grab, slamming one gigantic hand down on the unfortunate boy as he sprinted for safety. There was
a roar of outrage from the gathered heroes as they renewed their assault...

... and a comprehensive gleam in the twins' eyes. The boy oozed rapidly through the creatures arm to join the other blobs bobbing gently around inside its
chest.

"It's attacking everybody --" Melissa began.

"-- but ingesting the students --" Amanda continued.

"-- and getting stronger with each student it eats --"

"-- and nothing hitting it from out here is doing any good," they finished in unison.

They looked at each other for a long moment... then down at the field coupler still cradled in Amanda's arms.

"... yeah, that'll work," they chorused, and scrambled over the wrecked wall into the remains of the cafeteria.

"Its got connectors for 110, but if we use the lines to the appliances we can quick-charge it with 220," Amanda pointed out, setting the coupler down
on a table and sweeping debris aside with her arm.

"On it!" Melissa replied from the kitchen. She appeared momentarily hauling an extension cord and a butcher knife. Amanda, meanwhile, darted down
the as-yet-undestroyed hallway to the janitor's closet, where she retrieved another extension cord and a screwdriver. She returned to the cafeteria where
Melissa had just finished stripping the plug off the end of the first cord and had gleaming copper wires exposed. The second cord was given the same
treatment.

"Is this such a hot idea?" Amanda asked, scientific curiosity briefly overridden by common sense.

"What could go wrong?" Melissa replied as she tested the power flow by tapping the bare wires together, producing a shower of sparks. She handed one
cord to Amanda and attached the other to the field coupler.

"Well, I dunno, we're turning a device that was supposed to harness the ambient dark energy of the universe for the betterment of mankind into a bomb
that might create an artificial singularity and snuff out life as we know it."

"Yeah, and?" Melissa arched an eyebrow at her sister.

"... you're right. Sorry, I'm not thinking clearly. Okay! Are we set?"

"Just about... yep!" Melissa gently slotted the screwdriver into an opening on the top of their creation and gave it a quarter twist. The device
emitted a hum and spat forth a shower of sparks, before settling down into a quiet buzzing. The charge indicator on the front jumped and began to climb
quickly as the lights dimmed.

From outside, they heard another enraged bellow and a series of small explosions.

"C'mon," they urged, watching the needle rise. It hesitated at the edge of the green zone, then crossed into yellow. Melissa glanced at Amanda.

"Now?"

"Not yet..."

"Now?" she inquired again, less calmly, as the overload indicator began to blink. The needle was teasing the red zone.

"Not yet..."

Melissa watched the needle slide into the red. The overload indicator was joined by a frantic beeping. Smoke began to rise from the connectors where the
extension cords were attached.

"Sis," Melissa began, but Amanda interrupted her.

"Now!"

They yanked the smoldering cords off the coupler, then lifted the makeshift bomb between them and carried it at a quick trot down the halls toward the admin
entrance.

"Don't drop it!" Amanda yelped as Melissa's footing slipped and the girl nearly fell.

"I'm not going to drop it," Melissa snapped back.

"That's what you said about that uranium sample. We were cleaning it up for days."

"Oh, sure, you ALWAYS bring THAT up. Like you've never dropped anything."

"I've never dropped radioactive material."

"No, you just dropped --"

"Hey, slow down, we're here!"

Melissa scowled briefly, but let the matter go. They stood inside for a moment, watching as the creature swung a flagpole like an oversized bat and whacked a
Longbow Eagle patroller nearly into orbit.

"You ready?"

"No."

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

Melissa took a deep breath. "For science?"

Amanda gulped. "For science!"

They ran down the steps.



"Eva! Look!" From her vantage point above the ground, Space pointed frantically at the admin building. Evangelia completed her swing, watching in
tired resignation as the slice she'd taken out of The Student Body closed up again, and looked where Space was indicating.

"Two more students!" she yelled, sizing up the situation instantly. "Longbow, cover them! Heroes, on me! Distract it so they can get clear!
GO!"

With renewed vigor, the gathered forces lunged back into the fray. Eva gritted her teeth and leaped, driving her blade point-first into the slimeball so hard
that her hands followed it. She braced herself and wrenched it clear in a shower of goo, completely destroying the creature's 'knee', and raised
her blade to deflect a strike that would have flattened her had she not parried it.

Her heart sank as she looked past The Student Body and saw the students -- twins, she realized -- running straight toward the fight.

The creature twitched and whirled to face them.

Her jaw dropped in shock as the girls set themselves and taunted it. "HEY, UGLY! EAT ME!" one of them cried, waving her free hand
frantically.



The creature whirled to face them as they cleared the steps.

"Just like we planned," Melissa muttered.

"Yeah, I know," Amanda replied, and raised her voice. "HEY, UGLY! EAT ME!"

"This is SO gross," Melissa noted, closing her eyes in resignation as the behemoth engulfed them.

The jello comparison had been apt, she thought absently as the outside world was suddenly cut off. It was like swimming in a pool filled with the stuff --
warm, viscous, a bit slimy, and altogether not very pleasant. Very soporific, she thought, and would have yawned had a squeeze on her hand not distracted her.
She turned her head.

Amanda pointed at her mouth and shook her head. Melissa nodded. Her eyes weren't burning, but there was no telling what would happen if she swallowed any
of this gunk. They began to slide through the ooze, vague shadows from outside and the pulsing contractions of the glop their only indicators of motion.

Maybe that's how it works, she thought clinically. Puts its victims to sleep so it can... digest them at leisure?

She shook off her ruminations as their pace slowed. The other students were here, and all of them appeared to be asleep. Or dead. She wasn't sure, they
had no time to check, and there was nothing they could do about it anyway. Amanda squeezed her hand again, and she nodded. She pushed against the goo with
difficulty, bringing the device around from under her arm to rest between them where both of them could reach it. Amanda set one hand on the screwdriver and
looked into her sister's eyes. Melissa felt herself growing faint from lack of oxygen -- she couldn't hold her breath much longer -- and forced her
fingers to crawl over the field coupler until they reached the discharge button.

Neither her nor Amanda had to speak. They nodded once at each other and screwed their eyes shut. Melissa pressed the button at the same instant that Amanda
savagely twisted the screwdriver, opening the flow gate all the way.

It suddenly became very, very dark.



"NO!" Eva yelled as The Student Body swallowed two more victims. The creature shuddered and belched, a savage grin creasing its 'face'.

"YOU ARE THE DELINQUENTS!" it cried, raising a foot to crush.

"FALL BACK!" Eva commanded the heroes around her. They scattered as the massive foot came down, toppling what remained of the cafeteria and
shattering nearby windows. The shockwave slapped everyone, heroes, Longbow, and civilians alike, into head-over-heels tumbles.

"We're too pretty to die like this," Space pointed out as she bounced and skidded to a halt next to where Eva was prying herself out of the
smashed wreckage of a car.

"Tell HIM that," Eva grumbled, wrenching herself free and resettling her tiara on her head.

"What in the world--?" A battered Longbow private pointed at the creature. "What's it doing now? Oh, god, we're dead,
we're all dead!"

"(Don't think of it as dead, just think of it as being life-challenged,)" Space muttered as everyone followed the private's pointing finger.

Lightning bolts crackled over the creature's surface as it reared back and roared -- in pain, in anger, or in sheer glee, they couldn't tell. They
blinked as the electric sizzles changed to fat purple arcs, lashing out and grounding themselves against any convenient surface.

"This might not be good," Eva mused.

"Look!" Space cried, pointing. At the heart of the beast, what could best be described as a black glow was spreading, with more crackles of that
otherworldly purple electricity coursing through it. Bubbles formed and burst on the creature's surface as it howled in what now was plainly agony.

A tremor raced through the ground, and jets of steam began to appear on The Student Body. Several of the dark blobs oozed out of the rapidly-liquefying
creature, falling to the ground and bouncing gently as the goo clinging to them acted like shock-absorbent cocoons.

"... okay, that's gross," Space noted.

The Student Body howled again. "TRAITORS!" it screamed. "NONCONFORMISTS!" A geyser of goo erupted from it, splattering the parking lot
as it clutched at its 'ears'. It opened its mouth and let out a long, drawn-out roar of rage. "GEEEEEEEEKS!"

There was a deafening explosion.



Amanda woke slowly. She felt like she should be tired, but she wasn't -- she felt full to bursting with energy, in fact, even though her body was
responding sluggishly as she struggled to sit up in bed.

"Sis?" she croaked, peering around. Without her glasses, details were fuzzy, but this didn't look like her room at home.

"I'm here," Melissa replied, her voice as harsh and grating as Amanda's own. "What did you do to us?"

Amanda suddenly felt more alert as indignation swelled within her. "Me?! Why do you always assume it was me when one of our experiments goes
wrong?" She paused and looked around, squinting at the vague shapes in the room. "Um... we were experimenting on something, right?"

"Must have been," Melissa replied sourly. "We're in the hospital. Again."

"Oh." Amanda pondered that a moment. Then, shrugging, she reached out to the nightstand beside the bed and retrieved her glasses. She rather liked
hospitals; they were so predictable. She slipped the lenses into place and blinked as her vision adjusted and everything snapped into focus. Then she
frowned. "Um... sis?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are we in a quarantine room?"

"I don't know, but I'll bet it's your fault."

Amanda stuck her tongue out at her twin. Despite their barbed comments at each other, she knew without a doubt that Melissa was just as confused as she was,
and the snark was simply a way of dealing with it. So she didn't take it seriously.

Well, not much. She made a mental note to get even later.

She raised her hand to push her glasses back up on her nose and froze as her fingers came into sight. Wispy, smoky tendrils of energy were leaking from her
skin. She glanced at Melissa and noted the same phenomenon. Melissa met her eyes and jerked, startled. "Whoa! You're oozing, sis!"

Amanda nodded in uneasy acknowledgement. "So are you." It was true; the same leakage was occurring on Melissa's body.

Memory flooded back. The Student Body. The field coupler. The feel of goo sliding over her skin (she shuddered involuntarily at the memory). The explosion.

Amanda and Melissa stared at each other for a long moment. Finally, they spoke as one:

"Guess that explains the quarantine."

They stood, swinging their feet over the edges of their respective beds and standing; Amanda on the left, Melissa on the right. They stepped closer to each
other and bent forward, peering at the tendrils as they writhed and swirled, absently holding the wires and leads taped to them in various places out of the
way as they moved.

"Quantum flux?" Amanda suggested thoughtfully.

Melissa shook her head, still staring at her sister's shoulder. "Nope, it's too stable. Superstring bridging?"

"No. Orders of magnitude too weak for that," Amanda pointed out. "I mean, the room hasn't exploded, right?" She frowned.
"Zero-point energy?"

Melissa scowled. "Please," she said sourly. "Let's stay rational, here. It's not magic, you know."

"Right, sorry." Amanda poked tentatively at one of her sister's tendrils and watched as it bent and swirled like smoke around her intruding
finger.

Melissa paused as a thought struck her. "Hey, sis?"

"Hmm?"

"Which way did you twist the screwdriver?"

"Left, of course. Righty-tighty, lefty-loosy. What does that have to -- ah, crap."

Melissa nodded. "Yep."

Amanda closed her eyes and sighed. "Great. Just great."

"You were supposed to close the flow gate, not--"

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I get it." Amanda scowled. "Look, it was dark and slimy in there and I just forgot, okay?"

"So this," Melissa stated, flicking at the wisps escaping from Amanda's nose, "would be dark matter. Er, energy. Both."

They stared at each other for a long moment... then broke out into huge grins.

"That is so cool!" they chorused.

"Going to make it difficult to walk around town," Melissa noted.

Amanda shook her head, regarding the equipment in the room with a critical eye. "Actually... I think we can fix that..."

Melissa followed her sister's glance and grinned. "Ooh, I like the way you think."



The on-duty nurse on that floor was a no-nonsense professional of fifteen years experience. Normally a nurse of her rank wouldn't be pulling monitor duty,
but she was covering for someone's vacation and actually welcomed it as a chance to get off her feet. On this floor, it was either all-hands-on-deck
insane, or mind-numbingly quiet. There was no in-between. So far it had been the mind-numbing sort of night, and she sighed happily as she leaned back in her
seat and sipped at her Diet Pepsi.

Mind-numbing it might have been, but it was a nice, relaxing kind of mind-numbing-ness, and she welcomed it after the chaos of the hero support floor where she
usually worked.

She regarded the sudden blaring of a life-support alert from quarantine room 2-B with the same sort of expression one reserves for traveling salespersons or a
visiting dog that has just piddled on the carpet. Per protocol, she flicked the monitor to the cameras in that room even as her other hand was bringing the
phone to her ear to request a code team. The picture showed nothing but static.

"On our way," the team responded before she could say anything, which was exactly as it should be -- they could see the alert too, after all; the
phone was just for redundancy.

The code team burst through the door, pulling on their haz-mat gear as they ran. Out of habit she glanced at her watch, and smiled a little in approval.
Seventeen seconds from alert, and the airlock cycled in ten, meaning they'd have responded in less than thirty overall. Not bad, not bad at all.

Room 2-B was directly across from the nurse's station, so she had a perfect view into the airlock as the team crowded in and waited for it to cycle. The
quarantine rooms were not soundproofed by design; 2-B had the privacy curtains drawn but she could hear the muffled conversation of the team quite clearly.
She counted the seconds as the lock cycled, and heard the clunk-hiss as the inner door unlatched and opened.

There was a moment of silence... then a girl's voice, bright and cheerful, echoed out into the hall.

"Oh, hey, perfect! Listen -- does one of you guys have a Leatherman, or at least just a pocketknife?"



TWO WEEKS LATER

"Hello, Mr. Sparks." Eva smiled at the man standing in the doorway before her.

George Sparks nodded pleasantly and held the door wide. "Hello! Come in, come in. We've been expecting you, miss Evangelia."

Eva chuckled as she entered. She followed George through the foyer into a small living room, where two fidgety-looking redheads perched on a couch. Eva noted
to herself that the rough containment suits they'd left the hospital in, jerry-rigged out of scrounged equipment, had been replaced by form-fitting
bodysuits with elaborate circuit traces visible where it peeked out of their normal clothing. The dark tendrils she'd been told about were not in
evidence.

The twins rose as Eva entered, and she waved a hand dismissively. "Don't stand on my account," she said, laughing.

"Girls, this is miss Evangelia," George said by way of introduction. "Miss, these are my daughters, Amanda and Melissa."

"Hello," the twins chorused dutifully.

"I won't take up your time," Eva noted pleasantly. She handed a thick manila folder to George, who accepted it with a smile and nod.
"I'm the leader of The Legendary, one of the supergroups operating in Paragon City." She shrugged modestly. "One of the larger and more
successful ones, as it happens. I was there when you two destroyed The Student Body. Very impressive." She leaned forward, her eyes twinkling.
"Very impressive, but very, very dumb."

The twins glanced at each other, then back at Eva. "Hey--" they began, but she cut them off with a wave of her hand.

"Dumb," Eva repeated, a note of command entering her voice, "but you did it for the right reasons and you didn't hesitate. That
takes courage. You had the right instincts, but you need to train them. And, your father tells me, you happen to be between schools at the moment." She
held up a hand. "I know, I know, it wasn't your fault."

Amanda and Melissa blushed lightly, but held their composure.

"The Legendary runs an academy for special students," George put in helpfully.

"We do," Eva nodded. "We don't accept just anybody. You'll have to keep your grades up, and we have rules about experiments. But I
think you'll find it a better fit for you than Park High was."

"Do we have a choice?" Amanda put in sourly. Melissa elbowed her twin, but it was obvious that she privately agreed with the sentiment.

"Not really," Eva replied pleasantly. "Of course, if you don't think you're up to the challenge of becoming a hero, well, that's
your problem. I'd be happy to help your father find a... more normal school for you to attend." The spin she put on the word spoke volumes
about what she thought of that idea.

The twins glowered at her.

"Well then." Eva grinned. "The packet has all the information you need and their provisional licenses, Mr. Sparks." She sketched a
salute at the twins, not waiting for it to be responded to. "Orientation will begin Monday morning at nine sharp." She turned to leave and paused
as if a thought had just struck her. "Oh, and, ladies? Bring your latest experiment with you, whatever it is. I'm sure Professor Geerz will have
something to say about it."

As she left, she could hear the twins' voices rising in protest, and George beginning to lay down the law. She grinned. Oh, they would be trouble, of
that she had no doubt. But Eljay needed a challenge to keep him on his toes, and this sort of thing was why they'd founded the Academy in the first place.



--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs

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  Kunoichi Tales: From the Flower River to Royal Consort's Glory
Posted by: Foxboy - 07-21-2009, 07:38 PM - Forum: The Legendary - Replies (1)

Taishô 12, 6th month, 6th day (June 6, 1924)
Hanagawa Mari stepped from the taxicab and made her way towards the docks, her geta clicking on the cobblestones. Outwardly, she was the epitome of style and grace; her furisode kimono was flawlessly tasteful, worn properly, and her long, white hair had been carefully styled and dyed black with a family secret temporary formula. Inwardly, however, her mind was in turmoil. Times were not good in her beloved Nihon, and the clan had decided that, rather than wait for the military to restore a shogunate, the Hanagawa would go into hiding. Her cousins who had served in the Great War and returned to tell the tale had argued to the matrons that with the way wars were fought these days, it would be detrimental to the clan's continued existence, to borrow a European saying, to "put all their eggs in one basket."
Thus, she was to travel to the Republic of the United States of America and establish a family stronghold there. She would enter the country through the port of San Francisco, and then determine where to go from there. It was a heady responsibility to lay on the shoulders of a sixteen-year-old, but Hanagawa were nothing if not trained to fulfil such responsibility.

Quote:This is a sort of timeline/family tree project for Misty Hanover but other voices are welcome on the fiction front if they feel like it. I'm placing Great-of-indeterminate-number-grandma Hanagawa in California before a RL law was passed limiting the number of Japanese immigrants in 1924. Japan was in a proto-depression at this time due to various factors, not least that the Taishô Emperor was severely neurologically handicapped. This snippet is about 2 years before the ascension to the throne of Emperor Hirohito, or to be more polite, the Shôwa Emperor. And about 6 years before Japan seriously started its ramping up for what would become WWII.
Also, this isn't necessarily CoX canon-based, as I'm blatantly ignoring quite a bit of History as modified by the presence of Statesman and the Fifth Column, etc etc. Mainly because I'm thinking of using ths as some of the basis for original fiction. Big Grin
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them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''

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  The next step outward is a step backwards???
Posted by: Star Ranger4 - 07-21-2009, 06:56 PM - Forum: Politics and Other Fun - Replies (29)



Now, I realize that quite a bit of this is personall opinion, but it certainly seems to me that the 'next generation' is more of a step backwards.
Certainly we have the greater crew capacity, and it might be more advanced because of the inclusion of STS matured technologies, but its still just a bloody
scaled up Apollo module!

I was expecting something better from Nasa, foolish me... I happen to think that they should be concentrating on single stage to orbit and spaceplane style
reentry, at least for LEO operations.

Debate/Discuss!
Hear that thunder rolling till it seems to split the sky?
That's every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry-

NO QUARTER!!!
-- "No Quarter", by [url=http://www.echoschildren.org/]Echo's Children

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  Yet another "I'm going to hell" moment...
Posted by: Logan Darklighter - 07-21-2009, 04:13 PM - Forum: The Legendary - Replies (3)

Who is the man in the suit?

Who is the cat with the beak!

Feel the power of... ATTORNEY!!!! WaaaaAAA CHAAA!!!

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Anyone want to do Mentok the Mindtaker?

"MINDTAKING BABY! Stick with the kid!! OoooooWEEEEOOOooooo!!!"

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  If any of these are "power songs" for Doug, I don't want to know
Posted by: robkelk - 07-21-2009, 01:04 PM - Forum: General Chatter - No Replies

http://awesomelybadlyrics.blogspot.com/]Awesomely Bad Lyrics

(Of course, I find out about this site when Bob's on vacation... )
--
Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012

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