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  1. There was a pause, as Autumn and Curtis observed the passing of the two. They knew someone had bitten off more than they could chew, and Curtis would put the money on it ultimately being Summer Astovik. Finally, her sister passed him a look that asked how he could put up with the big idiot. "He has a certain charisma." Curtis admitted under her scrutiny. But all the loads of empty-headed naivete. 'They're just people.' That was the whole problem - because it wasn't simply a matter of the intelligence gap. He remembered the bullying, the epithets in his younger years in Nebraska. He knew children, and teens too, whatever their reputed innocence, were cruel, petty, ignorant and willing to pick on the outsider. Even in a school of outsiders by way of super-powers, they would simply use all the other usual criteria for whom to collect with and whom to target. Sebastian was like a puppy, devoid of malice but not someone you could exactly take seriously, Cosima was a slightly more amiable version of Summer Astovik, Rick was rather bland, Qi was a bit distant and austere... honestly, the one true peer he could see was 'Mulan' Autumn, even if her occult leanings and 'magic' needed proper scientific codifying. Or possibly Autumn Astovik too - genetic kin wasn't something you could help, after all.
  2. Even as there was a maelstrom of conflict above, Curtis was going about, with various parts and devices spread about or being soldered together in a DIY session that would not make sense to the average person. Someone with technical expertise in electronics would have a much better idea, but still have unanswered questions. "Princess," Cosima caught the snide words of the genius below, "if you have time to posture, you have time to bring over that SUV." Princess frowned, but seeing the serious look on Curtis' face, had the indicated auto lifted in magenta and dropped perhaps a little too close to Curtis as a non-verbal response. Curtis ignored her and popped the hood.
  3. Curtis had already begun to question in his mind why he'd agreed to come to this party. The increased socialization was one thing, but this was a madhouse. Swarms of people, now cameras, Tatiana had apparently decided to shoot for three-ring circus. Well, he was committed. Tatiana and company were adjusted to Qi's choice of wardrobe when they picked up on the sudden hush from around the gate. It was spreading like a dropping stone spreads ripples in a pond, and the epicenter was Curtis in a red sweater, collar shirt, tie. Curtis couldn't help but grin. Sure, he had considered Carl Sagan, for enlightening the masses. But nobody disrespected Mr. Rogers. "Hello, neighbors."
  4. Well, the ring had put a different complexion on the situation. But Curtis remained calm, had to remain calm. Fear was the mind-killer, if you let it, and Curtis knew that it was worse for him, because he prided his mind more than anything. But with his mind clear and controlled, he realized the situation in one respect was not as bad as it seemed. True, there were more transmitters. Yes, Fear-Master had used the strange yellow ring to enhance them. But that was all. Like before, Fear-Master was content to hang back, a villainous voyeur of twisted terror. Rick was wrong, Curtis reflected as he identified the nearest electronics shop in this safe stretch of the Promenade. He didn't need to block the signals. Just take out the transmitters. A few minutes and he would have the materials to do just that.
  5. The sheer sense of mental emptiness lifted like a thousand pound weight off his chest and Curtis rolled up to a sitting position. He sucked in a breath and took in the situation. "First question, method of delivery? Is this chemical, a transmitted signal, or other?" If it was the former, they were in a very problematic position. The latter would be much easier to handle since Curtis could observe the area, calculate the approximate size of the circle of effect on a mental map, then use basic geometry to determine the radius and work backward to locate the hypothetical transmitter.
  6. Curtis stared into his hands, then up as he saw Rick charging Fear Master. He should do... something? He tried to rise up, but suddenly found his left feet were doubled. And his right feet were the left feet, so all he managed was face planting, again and again. His nose was bleeding. Calm down, he tried to tell himself, repeat: 2+2 = ....5... fish? The closest planet to the Sun was... something. Maybe if he read a book... and they didn't have all those big words. Aware on some level this should not be the case, Curtis was still helpless to do more than roll into a ball and cry.
  7. Curtis looked at the messages - from Sebastian whom was supposedly in the theater with them during all that time. In moments, the various pieces of information were recalled and put together to reach the obvious conclusion. Without turning his head or showing any sign of reaction, he texted a message back. --[If you must break something, break Dale Malory's things.]-- "I suppose I could bring her you, Dale." The teen genius told the shapeshifter in Montanan guise. "Uh?" Rick offered in confusion. "Dale has been impersonating Sebastian at and since the basketball court, all to avoid the Astoviks. Dare I ask what you even did?"
  8. Curtis restrained a wince at hearing of Sebastian's... assignment submission. The worst part was that these two were still more preferable companions than the Astoviks. Even if the brawnier teen really did come across as a Montanan hick stereotype at times. "I think the obvious option are the movies, for one. I don't really care where we eat." Sebastian's mention of Shock's hirelings had him thinking. "That depends on if their authority figures approved of it - or are accepting of failure. Dr. Shock is not likely to be pleased that we reversed his success."
  9. On the comment about Cosima, Curtis gave Sebastian a look that said 'are you taking the piss?' Then his face softened and he relented. "Fine. Burgers. Where did you have in mind? If possible, a place where we won't find ourselves in the middle of a gunfight again? Or worse, Summer Astovik swooping down on her new love-slave."
  10. Curtis let out a miffed noise from the headlock he was trapped in. "Let go." "Answer the question." Sebastian insisted. Curtis sighed. "I promise to answer if you let me go." The easygoing farm boy did so and Curtis checked around his throat for any loss of circulation before picking up the basketball. "I notice," Curtis' eyes judging the angle for a rebound off the far corner of the board, before bending his knees and shooting, "I just don't care." The basketball struck and followed a calculated arc that placed it right through the hoop: swish. "I'm not looking for companionship. Even if I were, the phrase 'it's what's inside that counts' holds a great deal more weight to me. Society puts out an endless wave of cosmetics, diets, surgeries, clothing, and so on, all to make beauty an artificial commodity. None of which guarantees you can stand the recipient for five minutes. Autumn, at least, I intellectually respect. Cosima is a shallow pool. Dive in, if you want, but don't come crying to me when you crack your heads on the floor."
  11. Right now, the only change is spending my PP. I'm considering whether or not to have Curtis concentrate the gadgets into 1 unified battlesuit?
  12. Curtis was busy inspecting the technology around, which was indeed very good. High quality. Not that he couldn't duplicate it all given the appropriate time and resources, but fine craftsmanship deserved acknowledgement. Similarly for Ultramarine's battlesuit. "Would you be willing to share the data?" He inquired of Rook. "The more brains going over this, the better."
  13. Curtis rolled over and pushed his way up to his feet after that display by Larrup. Which had gotten her taken down by Tatiana, well done on that. Anodyne's ability to heal others though posed a new change to the tactical assessment. She needed to be next, even though Summyr stripped of his defenses was an exposed target. True, his mind filed and noted, Anodyne appeared physically tired by the act, but if the situation worsened, she might still be able to push the limits of her stamina to heal her companions. Keiko had already targeted Summyr, so she could keep that up. Curtis took up a stance, adjusting the lenses in the Energy Gauntlet to tighten the field of fire on the martial artist... She could have dodged, she had the agility, the footwork, she had an entire arena to hop around upon. She didn't. She saw the blast coming and all she did was smirk as she accepted the searing blast of arc energy as it washed aver her body. She didn't falter, she showed no signs of pain as she was electrocuted by Curtis's energy blast. She felt the pain, that much was obvious, but she refused to feel it through sheer force of will and discipline. Her outfit gave off wisps of smoke as the effect subsided. "A well executed attack," she said calmly. The slight burns across the few exposed portions of her skin were already beginning to fade and her wounds were knitting incredibly fast. "But the power that I use to heal others, bestows me with boundless energy and health. I can not be stopped with your science project. Yet, I'm positive that you will not prove as resilient as I."
  14. The electromagnetic shield did its work, warding off fists empowered with mass times extreme velocity. Curtis' mental speed kept up with Larrup's as he processed and analyzed the situation. Another self-proclaimed sorcerer, which Tatiana was already engaging. Anodyne, whom seemed to be a counterpart to Qi Lu in combat skills and abilities. The speedster was potentially the most disruptive element on the battlefield, so better to remove Larrup while leaving their own free and in play. The point of opportunity came as Larrup paused in surprise at Keiko's illusion. Taking into account her enhanced reflexes, Curtis elected for an area of effect projectile. He raised the Energy Gauntlet, and a brief white glow heralded the blast of concussive force energy, channeled to maintain some compression until the point of impact. It landed right at Larrup's feet and exploded outwards in all directions. Time moved differently for a speedster. To everyone else the effect was instantaneous. The electro static pulse exploded in an awesome display of hemispherical electrical bolts, shocks and ionized air. The scent of ozone swiftly set into the area. For Larrup it took forever. She cocked her head as the projectile advanced on her position. She took a moment (relatively) to ponder which direction to go, where to stop or who to stop next to, whether she wanted tacos later and if that assignment on post-World War II Russia was due tomorrow or next Tuesday. The projectile hit the ground and began to blossom outward, forming the devastating explosion. She had to admit, it looked really pretty, but decided to leave the area before she pressed her luck too far. She was several feet away from the blast, sitting on an air conditioning unit with her legs crossed, looking smug. She looked and noticed the sleeve of her jacket was singed and glared at Curtis. She patted it out swiftly. "Dude!Whatthehell!?! Anyoneevertellyounottohitalady! Ohmigawd! Thiscity'sgoingtohell,Itellya!" Sumnyr managed to pull his hands from his ears long enough to cross his in front of his face in an 'X' as the blast expanded outward. A hazy green glassy shield materialized before him in a rounded shield-like shape. All along it's rough glassy edges were eldritch runes of protection that held the worst of the blast at bay. He slid backwards several feet as the force of the blast moved him. "YOU FOOLS ARE TRYING MY PATIENCE!" Larrup snickered at the young sorcerer and cupped her hands to her mouth in a cone. "WHAT!?!" "I SAID..." he glared at her and just gritted his teeth as she giggled.
  15. Curtis reduced his speed from flight to a floating over, levitating artificially through... how didn't matter, the answer was superior intellect! 'In a cave, with a box of scraps' totally applied here. He did not banter, mainly because honestly Tatiana he admitted had already gotten in the best line.
  16. "Not in the least." Curtis turned about after he'd gotten a surprise eyeful from Tatiana. Instead he focused on his costume, and putting it on. On the one hand, he was loathe to get into combat. On the other hand, the Sentinels were losing, and whatever the supervillains intended probably boded ill for him as well as everyone else, so it was a case of self-interest. And the devices he had procured could stand some real-world testing. The mask was utilitarian, but limited in value. Now a helmet with sensors included... that might be something exemplary. Curtis's Energy Gauntlet stood out from the costume, a white-gunmetal blend of color. With his will, Curtis imparted electricity into the circuits, and the device's fingers moved with no loss of dexterity, internal biometrics allowing it to match perfectly.
  17. Curtis walked away, quiet and frowning. He understood perfectly well what Autumn was trying to convey. Of course he disagreed with it generally. Well, not in principle, but in fact, considering his goals, none of those fellow students qualified as 'others' whom would help him progress. No matter. To the lab! So of course he didn't get far before the PA announced the state of emergency and the orders to return to dorms. Wonderful. But Curtis turned around nonetheless. He wondered whether or not the group would decide to flout Steel's edicts yet again - well, this time he would make sure he could not be lumped in with them. And besides, checking the news would be simple enough.
  18. Curtis ignored the patently obvious attempt to manipulate him through the comparison to Jensen. "You're not my friends. I didn't come here to make friends. I didn't want to come here at all - there was far more I could accomplish on my own directed study, but my parents thought I 'needed to socialize more.' On this, they're wrong and I'm not for it." "Then why are you even talking to us in the first place?" Autumn asked. Even with his processing capacity, Curtis still appeared cut off for the pause. There wasn't an answer for that logic, in fact, why had he been around them this much? The obvious answer was there, but something Curtis didn't want to listen too seemed to impute lack of credibility to his internal reasoning. Ergh. "...Force of habit. I have after all been made to endure the penalties and punishments of your own actions along with you for a week. That's all. Now, I have yet to have had the chance to evaluate the lab. Good afternoon." Then he strode off, trying to maintain some air of dignity.
  19. "Well, well. Someone saying something sensible around here for once." Curtis eyed Tatiana with some respect now. "Besides, how would you verify which forum-spawned flame was the right answer?" It was tremendously irritating to see Jensen deduct points so tightly, but that meant he had to take some more focus with his handwriting, nothing more. And he didn't see the need to dispute with Professor Jensen over it - he already knew her mind was made up. "And no, I am not going to tutor anyone unless you can make it worth the while." And really, it was clear Curtis was doubtful they had anything worth the hassle.
  20. Interesting. Curtis filed away that display, even as he suspected Cosima's spoiled behavior was going to get Steele's ire again. "Well, it's not onto me to explain to the interim Headmaster as to why your bed is out there. But then, you do love to talk, so I shan't worry about that." It was time to make a break from her aura of vacuousness, so Curtis promptly left and headed for his room.
  21. ""Riley's absolutely right." Curtis affirmed, seeming supportive for a moment. "And I decided NOT to involve myself - and nonetheless am being blamed and punished by association." He glowered. Why did anyone think he was going to be in a generous mood? "You should be sorry." Rather self-centered, but Curtis had no way of knowing Rick had stayed behind at the restaurant, and thus presumed the speedster had joined in the mass 'Tempt the Wrath of Headmaster Steele' initiative that the others enacted. At least, this was not going to be a hardship as much as others might conceive it. The only restriction that held any impact was the limits on internet and video games, and really, there were innumerable ways for Curtis to circumvent it all without Steele ever noticing. Really, it was the fact that he'd been targeted by Steele's blind rage that bothered him the most about this. Cretin.
  22. "Try a force-projection gauntlet." Curtis told her, with a bit of pride at how easily that construction had gone. "But it's in my luggage. It was a hobby project, and I wasn't planning on super-heroics. Or just needing it and the electromagnetic field belt. ...Perhaps if I add hyperspace containment units and set up a linked device to allow me to store and summon them remotely..."
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