Looking good, Morgan! Just watch out for Ninja Glomping...
And a great deal of jealousy from the other Neo-girls that you can switch genders easily. We're not ignoring you, we're just a little further back in the timeline, is all.
And thanks for the shout out to IWATDP!
That said, I need to put in some stuff for NOT!Legendary/Infamous characters:
"Hello?" the flying man in "spandex" said into his Bluetooth headset. "Is this the FAA?" He waited for a response as he skirted the waves in San Francisco Bay, throwing up a plume of seawater in his wake.
"Yeah. I'd like to let you know you're going to have a man-sized object in your airspace." The spray seemed to deflect around his blue-and-white clad form, yet his blonde hair ruffled in the breeze and his red cape stuck straight out behind him. He frowned. "Yes, I'm serious. Look, I'm just trying to keep everything above board here."
He paused and hovered over Alcatraz, taking in the view of the Golden Gate Bridge and the skyline of the cities around him. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, his handsome features twisted into a tired grimace. "I'm one of those 'Virtues' like those guys in New Jersey on Saturday." He listened as the unbelieving functionary yelled at him.
A blur of yellow motion on the Bridge caught his attention and his breath caught in his throat. A school bus was caught teetering over the edge of the Bridge. "I'll call you back. I've got something to do."
He flew at speed to the bridge and paused, hovering underneath it as he considered where to grab hold. Deciding, he flew up to the side of the bus and knocked on the driver's window. The driver's pale face blinked owlishly at him, the middle aged woman appearing to be in shock.
"Don't worry, Ma'am," he said in his best assuring tone. "I'm here to help." He descended to below the bus and grabbed onto the visible frame members. Exerting himself and bunching his mighty thews he began his ascent, bringing the bus level with the roadway.
Assured that things were going well, the hero turned the bus about on its rear axle and set it to face the proper direction in traffic. He moved to one side of the frame and lowered it gently to the road. Children were peering out of the side windows, and chattering excitedly. One little boy was shouting his heroic name and holding out a comic book.
The hero smiled and fulfilled the autograph request, and several others, making sure everyone was all right. The bus driver, though was still shaking.
"The woman," she muttered. "Is the woman who ran in front of us all right?"
"I didn't see anyone, Ma'am," he replied cautiously. "Do you need any help?"
Any response she may have made was cut off by the ringtone of his cellular phone.
"Hello?" he answered. "Mom? What can I..."
The Latina in red leathers turned to her benefactor. "Aren't you gonna fight him, boss?"
"I don't need to," Ghost Widow replied. "I just needed to discover the heroic response to common ploys." She turned from the Blood Widow in training and spoke with her current Second in Command, a Wolf Spider Huntsman in improvised regalia. "Marshall Silver, step up the training regimens and keep me apprised of the intelligence your WebSpinners have gathered. Arachnos will return to its proper position in World Affairs."
She did not tell them of her worries about some of the villains she'd been Patron to. She knew two of the faces that had been spotted fighting alongside heroes in New Jersey. One of them had betrayed her at Lord Recluse's behest and proven herself too powerful for Project Destiny.
She had also noticed others here on the West Coast of the United states that she'd been patron to working to their own schemes. Five had immediately joined her new version of Arachnos. She had been more surprised to have registered heroes from Paragon coming to her banner.
Nevertheless, she would proceed with caution, allowing the fools that had not joined to reveal to her the level of opposition she would face.
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll
And a great deal of jealousy from the other Neo-girls that you can switch genders easily. We're not ignoring you, we're just a little further back in the timeline, is all.
And thanks for the shout out to IWATDP!
That said, I need to put in some stuff for NOT!Legendary/Infamous characters:
"Hello?" the flying man in "spandex" said into his Bluetooth headset. "Is this the FAA?" He waited for a response as he skirted the waves in San Francisco Bay, throwing up a plume of seawater in his wake.
"Yeah. I'd like to let you know you're going to have a man-sized object in your airspace." The spray seemed to deflect around his blue-and-white clad form, yet his blonde hair ruffled in the breeze and his red cape stuck straight out behind him. He frowned. "Yes, I'm serious. Look, I'm just trying to keep everything above board here."
He paused and hovered over Alcatraz, taking in the view of the Golden Gate Bridge and the skyline of the cities around him. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, his handsome features twisted into a tired grimace. "I'm one of those 'Virtues' like those guys in New Jersey on Saturday." He listened as the unbelieving functionary yelled at him.
A blur of yellow motion on the Bridge caught his attention and his breath caught in his throat. A school bus was caught teetering over the edge of the Bridge. "I'll call you back. I've got something to do."
He flew at speed to the bridge and paused, hovering underneath it as he considered where to grab hold. Deciding, he flew up to the side of the bus and knocked on the driver's window. The driver's pale face blinked owlishly at him, the middle aged woman appearing to be in shock.
"Don't worry, Ma'am," he said in his best assuring tone. "I'm here to help." He descended to below the bus and grabbed onto the visible frame members. Exerting himself and bunching his mighty thews he began his ascent, bringing the bus level with the roadway.
Assured that things were going well, the hero turned the bus about on its rear axle and set it to face the proper direction in traffic. He moved to one side of the frame and lowered it gently to the road. Children were peering out of the side windows, and chattering excitedly. One little boy was shouting his heroic name and holding out a comic book.
The hero smiled and fulfilled the autograph request, and several others, making sure everyone was all right. The bus driver, though was still shaking.
"The woman," she muttered. "Is the woman who ran in front of us all right?"
"I didn't see anyone, Ma'am," he replied cautiously. "Do you need any help?"
Any response she may have made was cut off by the ringtone of his cellular phone.
"Hello?" he answered. "Mom? What can I..."
The Latina in red leathers turned to her benefactor. "Aren't you gonna fight him, boss?"
"I don't need to," Ghost Widow replied. "I just needed to discover the heroic response to common ploys." She turned from the Blood Widow in training and spoke with her current Second in Command, a Wolf Spider Huntsman in improvised regalia. "Marshall Silver, step up the training regimens and keep me apprised of the intelligence your WebSpinners have gathered. Arachnos will return to its proper position in World Affairs."
She did not tell them of her worries about some of the villains she'd been Patron to. She knew two of the faces that had been spotted fighting alongside heroes in New Jersey. One of them had betrayed her at Lord Recluse's behest and proven herself too powerful for Project Destiny.
She had also noticed others here on the West Coast of the United states that she'd been patron to working to their own schemes. Five had immediately joined her new version of Arachnos. She had been more surprised to have registered heroes from Paragon coming to her banner.
Nevertheless, she would proceed with caution, allowing the fools that had not joined to reveal to her the level of opposition she would face.
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll