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  1. "Oh, uh, I uh... well I screwed up." Niles admitted honestly. "I didn't believe in magic, and there was this girl I liked... so a friend and I we, uh... you know just joking around, like playing a Ouija Board or something, you don't expect it to actually work. Well, it did, and I've spent the last few trying to fix it, and well, we fixed it. She knows what I did though and... she hates me as you may have reasoned by now." He pushed his glasses up on his nose. "I don't blame her, to be honest. Accident or no, I still royally screwed the pooch on this one. I'll never be able to fix it with her. She's lost to me forever. So, is this some secret school for wizards no one is supposed to know about?" "Quite the contrary, Mr. Horne," Achimedes's posh accent still seemed off to Grim, knowing Archie was actually Greek. He approached, a small book cradled at his side tucked in his hand. "You, like Mr. Algar benefit from a similar gift, but it is not magic, it's divinity. You're a demigod." "Like Percy Jackson?" Niles asked as Grim hid a smile in his work. Archie sigh and reached into his pocket, producing a five dollar bill that was slapped begrudgingly into Evelyn's greedy palm. "Who is this kid I keep hearing about?" "For a librarian you should read more." Evelyn smirked, tucking the bill in the back pocket of her black denim jeans. "Yes, be that as it may, Niles you are descended from the gods and that comes with certain gifts. Magic in this case, is one of them, and since it has a tendency to be abused by Scions from time to time, I wanted those with the gift brought to me for a bit of screening." He looked to Evelyn. "That way we don't end up with tragedies." "What?" She shrugged, disavowing any responsibility for anything Archimedes may have been eluding at. "It was a nasty divorce, what can I say?" She looked at Grimsley, smiled like a mischievous co-conspirator and shot him a wink. "One smallpox outbreak and they never let you forget it." "That aside," continued the God in the room. "Your mother could't make it herself, she's very busy tending to other matters. I her stead I have been asked to fill you in and bring you, what's the phrase? Up to speed." ---===[***]===--- The cavern was open and spacious. Within it's center was a simple carving on the unnaturally smooth, flat disc of black marble veined with silver. The disc was impervious to all harm and no matter how many times he and his crew had struck it with tools mortal or divine, it hadn't shown a single sign of being marred or chipped. Marius flipped through the pages of the Nekyia scanning each pages runes, symbols and diagrams for something, anything that might assist him with bypassing the glyphs on the black disc. The sound of footsteps on the solid stone cavern floor gave him reason to raise his had from his studies. “The boy, worked better than anticipated,” came soft alluring tones from a voice he recognized. “Despite the foolish children arriving and almost mucking up the whole affair. We almost didn't make it through. I'll admit Marius, I didn't believe you would hold up your end of the bargain.” The demigod of chaos slid a few rogue strands of hair from his eyes and looked through the shadows of the cavern. A look of mournful sorrow took hold of his expression when he saw who he was addressing. “I agreed to provide you with vessels,” he motioned to the wall where three young women were bound, gagged and chained like some medieval dungeon. “This isn't what we agreed, get out of there and use the one's I've provided. We have work to do. I brought you here to break the seal, so quit screwing around and get in the vessels I've provided.” “Afraid not,” cooed the witch as she approached from the shadows and stepped into the light of the of the cavern. She traced manicured fingers up her perfect frame. “It's a one time hop, we leave and it's back to the underworld for us, so no, I think we'll be staying in these bodies for... well, ever.” Mercedes's, Porche's and Acadia's eyes shimmered with a soft green glow. “Now, do you want that seal broken, or do you want to bicker?” His breathing was heavy as he contained the growing irritation and anger he was feeling for the situation. It was a great sacrifice, but in any great conflict sacrifices had to be made. “Do it.” Mercedes looked over at the young vessels chained to the walls and her grin became predatory and evil, even for Mercedes. “We'll need blood.” ---===[***]===--- So, what really happened at Rachel's house? Well, a few hours ago... “Dads, you have both always been honest with me about everything and taught me to be honest and always tell the truth.” “Oh god your pregnant...” Michael said, already beginning the process of rubbing the bridge of his nose. “No!” Rachel cut him off, trying to get them to just listen to her for once. “Just listen, please. You two are my dads. You will always be my dads for as long as I live. Every since this summer I have been hiding some thing from you two, I hid it because it was supposed to be for your safety and because I wasn't supposed to tell you. But you have a right to know and I can't be myself by keeping things hidden from the people I love.” “Who told you you couldn't tell us,” asked Robert. “My real dad. I met him this summer and I need to tell you about it.” Rachel began to tell her dads what she had told Billy this afternoon but as she did so, the doorbell rang. Robert asked his daughter to hold that thought as he stood up to get it. Fearign it might be her date and she hadn't quite gotten to that part in her plea for going to the dance, Rachel spun about with all the grace of her football coaching and was already intercepting the path to the door. “I got it, no biggie, I'm already up.” She swung open the door expecting to see her boyfriend, Billy there early, but expecting a romantic time at the dance. It was perfect, together they could whine and argue until they eventually got their way... and neither were against such tactics when it came to spending time together. It wasn't Billy, however. “Oh, shit.” She mumbled under her breath as flame of a lighter lit a cigarette and illuminated the face of the last man she expected to ever see on her doorstep. “Rachel, is everything okay?” Michael stood from his chair and approached the door as Rachel backed away slowly. Rachel feared nothing, or so most thought, but her father, her real father... she feared him like one feared a force of nature. People didn't stand in front of tornadoes and throw punches at them, it's a tornado. It doesn't care how strong you think you are, it will lift you up and cast you aside with no consideration as to who or what you thought you were. He was a God, it was only common sense to feel her innards tighten up when he appeared on her doorstep. “Go to your dance, Taryn,” Vidar stepped through her threshold, inviting himself in. Vidar. The God of Vengeance just walked through her door! “It's time your fathers and I come to an understanding.” His accent was so... Norse. “I'm thinking it might be best if...” All three men in the room looked at her, giving her the 'your dad just asked you to do something' look. “Okay, okay... Jesus...” Rachel didn't want to but she thought it best to leave. She slowly closed the door to her home trying to hear as much as possible before she had to accept she wasn't welcome to hear the conversation. “Decent guy. Not the son of God though,” Vidar said calmly as he blew a plume of smoke into the air. “You've a good home, very nice. I am Vidar, Son of Odin and my daughter Taryn has already told you too much. She speaks highly of the two of you. What is said is said, however, so sit and I will tell you myself.” Vidar sat in Michael's recliner, since he wasn't using it at the moment. As he sat Robert shook his head in absolute awe at the audacity of this man. “Look, 'Son of Odin',” he air quoted with mocking derision. “We don't know who you are, or think you are, but if you are Rachel's true father then there are tests, and documentation involved. You will not just walk into her life and make a claim you have no means of backing up. Now, we don't want this to get ugly, but if you-” “I said sit,” repeated the god. He was still calm but his tone made it clear that he was not a man used to making requests so much as stating expectations. Robert sat down. Micheal did as well. “You have done well at raising my, daughter. Pardon, our daughter. Everything she is today is because of you and I shan't rob you of that glory. She is strong, brave, kind. She is a leader and a warrior. I respect your efforts, which is why I came personally to lift this burden from her shoulders. You see, unlike you I am not a good father, I never have been. She is the only of my children in centuries to not yet go mad or rebel against me.” He bounced the two fingers clasping his cigarette at the gentleman as he formulated his next words. “You've done well. Which is why I have decided to allow you to keep raising her, but before I do, there are things you must know. Now, listen, for I have a story to tell you. Since the dawn of man, the Gods have involved themselves in the affairs of humankind—and in affairs with humankind...” And so, for the first time in generations, Vidar, the God of Vengeance, sat with mortals and told them a tale that would change their lives forever.
  2. Billy chuckled a nodded his head. "It all makes sense. Rae... she was messing with me all day too. So? That's what she does, that how she operates, but you have to brush that crap aside," she still found adorable how Billy rarely, if ever, swore. "I didn't come here with a ton of problems on my mind, or a chip on my shoulder. I came here to be with you. You can't let the things that other... uh, Band?" Rachel nodded her head to assure he'd gotten the terminology correct. "Say and do affect how you think, Rae. It's like playing a big game or... trying to get over anger issues," he smiled at her, noting that he was talking about himself. "Rae, she didn't mess up your game, or your night, or any of that. You did. You basically gave her the keys to your head and let her move in and live rent free. I'm not trying to preach, I'm just saying... you don't have to handle things like that. Come to me, to any of us. We've got your back and... well, we love you too." He leaned in and kissed her gently. "I love love you too." He pulled away and smiled. "Now, I've been through quite a lot today. From weird Irish ladies to strange magical stores to Fate and destiny... and while I understand none of it, I do know that you went through way too much crap today to end up looking that gorgeous only to end up spending all your time in the hallway bickering with your incredibly hot, super understanding, and not to mention incredibly hot boyfriend." "Incredibly hot, huh?" She tried to hold in a smirk. "Oh, totally," he nodded. "I mean come on, I look like should be in one of those vampire teen dramas on CW or something with some cheesy name like Stefan or something." Rachel glared at him, still holding back a smirk as best she could. "Okay, fine! I'm totally watching The Vampire Diaries. I'm on Season 2 and it's a little addicting... there, my secret is out, now can we get back to the dance please?" He pleaded as Rachel laughed. ---===[***]===--- Nadya had moved on and Niles had been sitting silently weeping to himself for the better of gods-only-knew-how-long. He was a 'man' of science of science, if Nadya only knew that all he wanted to do was cancel the effect once his scientific brain had wrapped around the idea that magic. He had to think that again... magic, just to remind himself that he wasn't crazy, had actually worked... but Nadya wasn't going to listen to him. Ever. "There is always a price, Mr. Horne." The calm tone of Mr. Syracuse gave Niles's head a reason to rise from his knees and look in the doorway where the librarian leaned against the frame. "W-what?" He managed a very robust sniffle through his mumbled words. "A price," the librarian-god entered the room, polishing his glasses microfiber cloth. "Magic always comes with a price. Even for gods. However, what would you say to my being able to fix all of this? Hm? It's well within my ability to remove Nadya's disdain for you. Erase a few ill mannered deeds from your record and we can simply go back to the way things were before you mistakenly cast your spell a few days ago? Won't take me but a moment." "I would say a week ago I didn't believe magic was even a thing," he sniffled again, then straightened and stood up to stand before Mr. Syracuse. "I would say I don't get why you say 'even for gods' and would most certainly say 'no'. I don't know what's going on, but old guys offering me magical favors really hasn't been taking me on a ride up the incline of success lately. Besides, I promised Nadya I would not use magic like that again, be it mine or from anyone else. If I'm going to show her that I'm not the monster she thinks I am, then that work has to come from me, no short cuts. I'm sorry, but I'm done with magic." He threw his arms up in a half shrug of realization of what he said. "I-I can't believe I actually just said that. Th-this spits in the face of all the physics homework I've done. My scholarship and major in mathematics and engineering are so in question right now. I don't even know what to do, I can't even right now." Archimedes smiled at the young boy whose mind looked like it was about to snap. It had been several mortal ages since anyone had been able to lie to Archimedes, and today his streak for sniffing out liars was still unbroken. Niles meant every word he said. Under his colossal mistake was a young man whose heart and intentions were as pure as could be. He just needed guidance. "Well done, Mr. Horne. Come with me. No magic, no tricks. There's someone I'd like you to meet." ---===[***]===--- "Well done, Mr. Algar," Evelyn paced about the library. The Celtic demigod wasn't the cherriest of company, but when it came to sorcery she knew her stuff. Her raven hair was pulled back tightly into a perfect ponytail with not a single strand out of place. "You're technique is terrible, but that is learned with practice, not preaching. Your understanding, however, that is what I'm impressed with. Understanding magic is the key to mastering it. Like war: any fool can fight, but why are they fighting?" Her thought was cut short as Mr. Syracuse entered the library, followed by one very confused and puffy eyed Niles Horne. "Well, there's a question for the ages, now isn't it? Evelyn, Niles Horne, the source of this weeks magic gone awry." Her eyes narrowed at the sight of Niles. "So this is the boy who stripped a young woman of her free will and turned her into his little pleasure doll?" The room darkened slightly and Grimsley looked about the room as the faint cawing of corvids could be heard in the background of library's hidden corners and shadowy isles. Niles, out of sheer fear, took a few steps back. "Do tell, Archimedes, I'm all aquiver with disgust. Why am I not flaying this pathetic little rodent where he stands?" Her eyes blackend as if someone had injected ink into them. "Because I remember a young lady who once, with no knowledge of what she was capable of, cause far more harm than this boy did." The reply was calm and sincere, enough so that Evelyn relaxed and the room returned to normal. "He's a fool, that much is certain. Ignorant of most things and certainly lacking in bravery, competency and heroism-" "I'm right here, you know!" Niles finally spoke up. Grim was still as the table reading the book Evelyn had brought for him, but the antics forced a thin smirk of amusement. "Guide him. Help him to understand." Archimedes motioned to the boy. "As I did for you." "Fine," she snarled at Niles then gripped his face, her long, black stiletto nails painfully pressed against his cheeks as she turned his head from left to right, examining him. "You will learn, Niles Horne. Or I will break you. I will make you a man, or you will die in my attempt. Go sit by Grimsley, now." Niles scurried over as fast he could and sat next to Grim... a bit too close to Grim. Archimedes leaned in and softly whispered. "A bit much, don't you think?" Evelyn's black lips shown a thin razor-line smirk. "Oh come on, it's been years since I've had this much fun. Besides, after what he did to the poor Nadya girl, he's lucky I don't make his entrails slide through his perineum." "Hi," Niles thrust a hand in the face of Grimsley while their 'adult supervision' were quietly whispering. "I'm Niles. A-apprentice sorcerer I suppose. Were you expecting more Hoggwarts and less school library too? So, what are you reading? Incantations? Enchantments? Uh... s-summoning rituals?"
  3. The members of Eric's Band have been had their abilities increased. As you grow stronger, so do they.
  4. [Rachel] It wasn't hard to find Billy. He'd left the gym and simply walked down the hall a bit to separate himself from something that obviously had frustrated him. He was walking in a sort of half circle, his hands on his waste and it was obvious he was trying to calm down. It was, in a way, good to see that he wasn't some stoic prince charming who was always cool with everything Rachel, with her crazy life style of monster hunting and being a demigod, said and did. It was uncool that it obviously she'd caused some friction. As she approached he noticed her and adopted an expression somewhere between confused and irritated. He motioned to the gym and shook his head. "I get it Rachel, I get that you said you care for me no matter what you do, or how crazy things are. But a little warning would be nice. Because I'm not mad that you kissed Bridgette, I'm not, in fact... full disclosure, that was kinda hot." His candid admission made them both smirk, reducing some of the tension a bit. His expression solidified into serious again and he continued. "What I don't get is why? Whatever that was, why, why did it need to be settled to here in front of the entire school, at the dance of all places? I just looked like a complete jack hole in front of the entire school. I'm not a monster slaying demigod, Rae. I have to move on from this place and do college apps, and get a career and I don't my interviewers saying 'oh, yeah, you're that guy who went viral because his girlfriend took him to Homecoming so could make out with another girl'. This is high school, Rae. You think these guys are gonna let that go? Did you even think for a moment how your actions would affect me?" [Nadya] "I don't know, I'm guessing some sort of plasmid or radiant energy particle," Todd said to Niles as they walked down the halls. "I didn't really get a good look at them with Austin hovering over me." Niles didn't really seem talkative but he listened nonetheless. "He probably saved your life," he murmured. Niles had handed over the notes, both his and the one's Marius had supplied Todd. His mind certainly trying to wrap around all of this, but he wasn't much luck. "Naw, I mean, if that guy could survive it. It probably felt like getting tased... not that I've been tased. But look, Niles, we saw something amazing, man! I mean, proof that there is some next level Star Trek kinda shit going on around here. Ever since we saw Horace jump onto that garage during the summer, I knew what we saw... we saw. I mean, that was like, what? A ten foot vertical? There's a story waiting to be told here Niles, we have to have each other' back." When Niles didn't reply Todd grabbed his arm and jostled him from his scattered thoughts. "Niles, c'mon. You have my back? Because we have to be there for each other man, one hundred percent, no backing down." The soft clack of Nadya's heels announced her before she rounded the corner. She stopped the moment she saw Niles and Todd, her arms raised he corset enhanced cleavage ever so slightly but neither of the gentlemen noticed because the daggers in her eyes had their full attention. "You got this." Todd patted Niles on the shoulder and swiftly bee lined it back the way they had came at a pace somewhere between swift and 'I trained my whole life for this moment'. The squeaking of his sneakers on the floor were a dimming echos as Niles came to realize that he was finally alone with Nadya. The real Nadya. The vengeful, gypsy curse, he'd seen Thinner four times and after tonight sorta believed magic was a thing... Nadya. "I'm going to go on and assume," he said weakly. His voice was about as meek and apologetic as one could muster as fear and embarrassment gripped him. "We're not going to the Halloween party next week?" Yet still he arched his eyebrow inquisitively with fleeting hope that everything would be okay.
  5. "Th-thanks for helping me out," Todd managed to Austin as he still tried to get his bearings. "Wh-what the hell just happened." He looked at Austin with concern. "Are you okay? Why are you talking like that?" "N-Nekiya?" Niles looked awkwardly at Fisher. "Oh, OH! The golden and embossed tome," he was quick to correct. "It's... uh, was in my locker. I was using it to translate the notes to reverse the... whatever it was that happened to Nadya." He paused, thinking for a moment. "Which come to think, I would have seen it when I went looking for my notes earlier..." Everyone gave Todd a look that seemed to demand an explanation. He swallowed hard. "I uh, I gave to some guy with a hat. I came here to use the spell. He met me at Nile's locker and asked for the book. I didn't want to give it to him, I swear, guys! But... the more he talked, I don't know, it was weird... I didn't want to do it, but I did anyway. I didn't want to use the papers he gave me, but I folded up the notes and came in here and used his stuff instead. I can still hear him... man, this is so weird. He was so convincing..." --==[***]==-- The entire dance had their eyes locked on Bridgette and Rachel as the 'woo's' and the cheers started. So much so that no one noticed the tendrils of pink mist Nadya exhaled, tiny plumes escaping from her lips and nostrils that gathered around her head. The small cloud glimmered with tiny motes of silvery glitter before it dissipated into nothingness. Nadya could feel something, or better yet, a lack of something. It was as if someone had removed a tightly bound tourniquet from her throat and she took a deep, well anticipated breath. No longer a prisoner in her own mind, freedom never felt so good. At this point half the dance was still watching Rachel and her new scandal while the rest of the dance was either murmuring about or straight up laughing at Billy as his date decided his company was thrilling she figured making out with Bridgette was the better idea. Rachel was so wrapped up in her bliss, or distraction, or... whatever her plan was (she wasn't much of a sharer... or planner) she didn't notice him turn and leave. But dat kiss tho'. Bridgette certainly didn't shy away in the slightest. Passionately she returned the kiss and as the crowed began to cheer she gave them more of a show, deepening the kiss and embracing her conspirator until finally pulling back just enough to catch her breath. Coyly she narrowed her eyes at the attractive blonde. "Well, Cooper, y'sure know how to ruin all t'fun of flirtin', but I do enjoy how you manage to always go big..."
  6. I can certainly understand the frustration. I can also understand that it was 3 years ago, so if it was in the chat three years ago, I don't remember it. I do know I posted that it was a 'Vanilla' game, meaning that Heroes don't/can't buy Demigod/God knacks. And I know that when I read that my memory tells me that the above was my intention. For some that sucks, for others it's okay, and it's for that reason that I'm willing to award Demigod/God/Companion/Ragnarok knacks as story bonuses. It allows me to keep control of how powerful the characters get at a pace that matches the game's speed. If that explanation isn't kosher then I can go with quoting a post from Nina to her players that reads something to the effect: it's not about what you guys want, it's about what I want because I'm the one running the damn show. I ask for very little. Running a game (or two or three) for 4+ players is not an easy juggle so I ask for flexibility and the understanding that I'm human and I will put my foot in my mouth on more than occasion from time to time. Work with me so I can, in turn, work with you. Also, if anyone can present to me a post (not a chat log) where I approved anything I'm asking you to change, then I will, of course, honor that. I don't keep a log of all the character sheets you guys send me, the responsibility of those sheets falls on you, not me so once they are posted by you, I move on. Also, when receiving a flood of PCs (and the accompanying 30 questions that inevitably come from everyone) I don't sift through book after book trying to locate that one power or ability you decided to take. I don't have the PMs where someone asked me 'hey, can I take this?' and I said yes. This is why we should be making use of the OOC Thread instead of chat, it creates a lasting a log.
  7. Real quick... I know it was covered in Chat but I'm gonna foot stomp it here. Your characters are HEROes. You can purchase knacks and powers from the Hero book at this time. If you have purchased Knacks from God or Demigod (or Companion or Ragnarok) then you need to swap those Knacks for Hero knacks.
  8. I would say yes, they do vanish. This sounds more like a Bodymod than a power. But then, for this Level 1, Quantum 1 Power there is an extra that duplicates a Level 3, Quantum 5 power (Matter Creation) that not only duplicates the casing, the bullet and the propellant... but does it ten times for one Quantum Point. Powering an energy weapon is one thing, but duplicating the effects of other powers on a budget doesn't seem to really be well thought out. Then you can subsume people and bypass their soak and steal their memories... all for Level 1, Quantum 4... I actually stopped reading there. My eyes were too busy rolling.
  9. Todd shook his head and blinked a few times. "A-Austin? W-what's going on? The hell'd you do in here?" Niles scooped up the notes and began sifting through them and organizing them as best he could. As Fisher tended to his bandmate, providing a little support for Austin to rest himself against Niles worked feverishly in the background until he noticed something in the dim light. "Uh oh..." he said softly. "Niles," Austin said through shallow breaths. "That's not really what we want to be hearing a the moment." "These aren't my notes guys," Niles said walking over with crackled yellow parchment that looked like it was torn from a centuries old book. He handed them to Austin and on the top of the stack was an illustration of three young women, lovely for their time but no older than fifteen to seventeen, dressed in simple puritan outfits. "W-what's going on here, guys? W-who're they?" Fisher reached down into the inside of Todd's jacket where he saw the crumbled notes rolled into a cylinder. "Here, try these." He skirted around giving Niles a straight up answer and opted to occupy him with something else, like freeing Nadya from her enchantment. "Who are they?" Austin asked softly, trying to keep it between them. Fisher sighed and looked to his friend. "Betty Parris, Abigail Williams and Ann Putnam." When Austin shook his head like those names didn't mean anything to him and he was certainly not in the condition for a mental or intellectual thinking session at the moment Fisher leaned in and quietly helped him out. "The first three women who were accused and arrested in the Salem Witch Trials... guess they actually were witches." "Aaand... we just let them lose all over Salem... does 'oops' properly cover that?" Austin tried to joke, as pain wracked his gut. "Personally I'd go with 'our bad', but if you wanna 'oops' we can 'oops'." Fisher shrugged, trying to keep it light despite the whole night spiraling into a shit storm. Austin laughed, coughed and gripped his gut. "Ow, don't make me laugh... so, who's telling the others?" Niles approached, his grin wide and smiles from ear to ear. "That should do it!" We waved the papers about joyfully. "I did it. I set it right. Nadya should be fine. See? All's well, right? We cool?"
  10. The power of the gods thrummed and boomed with each of the incantations Fisher called upon. He invoked the names of his ancestors and his ichor gave those invocations might and power to affect the World and its denizens. His plan was, although hastily thought out, brilliant save for his one tactical miscalculation. In Japanese culture it is the children who honor their parents and was never their place to make demands of them. Had Fisher been a mortal and not a demigod his mother's wrath would have been lengthy and brutal. It was not Fisher's place to made demands of the gods, let alone make a claim his mother, the goddess who gave him life, gave him power, delivered a World to him filled with magic and unlimited potential. Oh, no, child. Gods owed mortals, even their own children, nothing. Austin looked up from where he'd tackled Todd to the ground. He was laying over him and arched tilted his head to see Fisher just standing there, silently staring off into space. "Fisher!" Thunder exploded as heavy rain slammed loudly against the panes of glass as bright flashes of lightning provided the only illumination in the large laboratory of the school. "Fisher!" Austin turned to look at Todd, whose eyes were glossed over as he mumbled incoherently to himself. When the wisps swirled and whipped about they hovered high above where he lay, straddled over Todd, as green energy crackled across the surface of the orbs Austin cursed to himself as he threw himself over Todd's gibbering body while emerald arcs of energy trailed from the orbs causing Austin to cry out in pain as the energy pulsed through his body, shielding Todd from the entities he'd summoned. The pain was a searing jolt, like thousands of volts coursing through his veins. The Scion of Poseidon's muscles seized and flexed under the strain of the agony he felt. Still, he covered Todd. A demigod might survive against the assault... a mortal stood no chance. Fisher's breath was frozen on the icy breeze of the realm he now found himself. It was dark, like a moonless night in a mountain range. He was naked and the bitter chill of the arctic winds sliced into him like razor wire. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours. He wandered the land, naked and cold, starving and thirsty as the bitter frost gave rise to agonizing, crippling blisters that froze and cracked and painfully peeled from his flesh. Cold and alone Fisher staggered and stumbled through the seemingly endless valley as hours became days and days became months. He starved, but did not die. He froze and felt every bit of the agony. Yet he did not die. He called out, even screamed for help but there was no one to hear him. This was how Fisher lived out the rest of his days. One century of freezing, blister ridden agony in a realm from which there as no escape. Austin cried out in pain and Fisher snapped away from his imprisonment. Three seconds were all that had passed and as Fisher tried to make heads or tails of the scene he found himself in suddenly he realized that while a century had just passed for him in that realm, he was right where he was moments before arriving in that awful, frozen place. With an explosion of force the kanji displaying the might of Izanagi glowed brightly in the room like a brilliant neon glow of purest yellow. "So be it." Boomed a disembodied man's voice. The three orbs were pulled in towards the kanji as it faded away. Now screams could be heard. The orbs bent and twisted, expanding into vaguely humanoid apparitions. They reached out in vain attempts to claw themselves away from the might of the invocations pull. Trapped within the confines of the circle that summoned them they floated about, wailing and screaming. The barrier that contained them, only becoming visible for brief moments as they wailed and beat upon it, began to crack and give way. As the cracks appear the three apparitions calmed and slowed their thrashing against the walls of their prison. The screams turned to chuckles as three pairs of beady, pinpoint greenish eyes locked upon Fisher and the smoldering back of Austin whose body was still so wracked with pain he could barely move. In a brilliant explosion the barrier shattered and the three wispy apparitions soared off and faded upwards into the ceiling. The room calmed and there was silence as a the soft cackle of feminine voices faded into the evening. Fisher looked about. Not quite sure when the Hel just happened. His mind tumbled possibilities. 'Bind death away from life here'. Fisher took in a breath and exhaled slowly. "Ah, shit. Uh, Austin, I think I made a goof." Austin pushed himself up from the floor. Every muscle in his body ached and still Todd seemed to mumble over and over to himself, seemingly having witnessed nothing of what had just transpired. "Yeah... kinda figured. It's when things go right," he managed to gasp out in pain. "That I worry."
  11. [Casey] Casey filtered through the people crowded around the art. Most were interested while she knew some were only there to see or get seen by those far more powerful than themselves. She knew the power struggle game and how it was played among the echelons of high society and big business and this affair was one part art show and all the rest was a brown nosing session or a bragging get-together. Fining Horatio wasn't too difficult, locating him in a little out of the way cubby away from all the traffic where he was, for some reason, speaking with Maya, one of the women she recognized from the coffee shop. Were they working together? Was she in on all this (whatever this was)? Just as she built up the nerve to approach her phone went off, stopping her in her tracks where she tucked into her own cubby to look at the screen. --[[Ravenna D'Sombra? She doesn't operate in a public capacity, she's a recluse. No pics, no video, nothing. The paparazzi have never gotten a picture of her, only descriptions of what she looks like. Is she really like, 80? She's CEO of NYX Imaging and Nox Production studios (photography and movies, basically). Where are you and why was I not invited? I've been trying to get a picture of her for years! Snap me one and the finders fee is yours!]]-- [Mel] Brent tipped his drink and looked at Mel like he was a bit concerned that Mel was not too pleased with him. "Well, I had to tell her something Mel, I can't just say 'hey, I know a guy' and expect them to trust me at my word. You know how the biz is. I didn't tell her everything, but her people are..." "Thorough?" Mel asked. Brent nodded, sipping his drink again. He was the only man on detail at the moment who was knocking back Crown on the rocks like it was water. "Look, Mel, I know you're a private guy, but D'Sombra? Working for her is very lucrative. Security gigs, man, that's it and she pays us out the wazoo. Look, I know you like it simple, like it Spartan, but Mel, that money isn't gonna last forever. Costs'll go up, your health will decline, all I'm saying is that we, I could use a guy like you out here watching my back. I wish you'd reconsider your 'one job only' idea." "Honestly, Mel," Brent placed his hand on Mel's shoulder. "You can't hermit the rest of your life away, man. D'Sombra's an easy gig and she takes care of her people." [Maya] "Mourne. Horatio Mourne." The line backer shouldered man extended his hand and punctuated it with a humble smile. "Ms. Flynn, I'm sorry, I do owe you an apology. My introduction a moment ago was less than civil and I've been under a lot of stress what with setting this event and all that. I have to admit, I've not seen Mrs. D'Sombra that quickly impressed in a long time, and don't worry about feeling like you don't belong here. She makes a big deal about all of these events she throws and I'll be honest with you, Ms. Flynn only about ten to twenty of all these guests are actually art fans."
  12. "Last time we used the science lab," Niles said, pointing Austin and Fisher. "Why the science lab?" Fisher just had to ask. "Boasts the most numerous amount of fire extinguishers than any other class room in the school." He replied simply while starting into a hurried walk. Austin rolled his eyes and followed. "I thought you didn't expect it to work, why were worried about fires?" "Because," Niles said it like that more he spoke to Fisher and Austin the dumber he was getting. The kids condescension was on par with Nadya's desire to revolt against authority. "Whether we take it seriously or not, it is stil lan experiment and an experiment requires proper protocol, which would a copious amount and fire extinguishers and meticulous notes and planning." The son of Poseidon looked to his friend and raised his hands up like he was choking someone. Fisher smiled and they continued to follow Niles, both of them trying their damnest not to strangle the dorky aspiring sorcerer. Through the darkened hallways and the echos of their foots steps rang through the halls as a sudden crash of lightning exploded across the night sky, strobbing the inside of the hall with bright white light. All three stopped to shield their eyes from the dazzling light. "Niles looked back to them. "It's started. He's started the spell!" The two Scions realized the stakes had just grown considerably and took off down the hallway until they realized Niels wasn't with them. He was still in the same spot pondering his last statement. "'Spell' seems to crude an explain," he rest his hand beneath his chin and narrow his eyes in thought. "Yes, 'incantation' seems more appropriate but would 'ritual' not suffice as well? Certainly further study is needed as using the wrong verbiage for arcane sciences, if it truly could be a science, could result in catastrophic-" Niles's eyes widened as Austin grabbed him and yanked him with great force down the hallway with them. --==[***]==-- "On the wings of Anubis come the winds of Mare Nostrum!" Lightning crashed and winds swirled as papers and random debris swirled about the room the moment Austin and Fisher pushed open the large double doors to the science lab. All the work stations had been pushed against the walls to make room for the large ritual center within the room that was made of make shift materials several candles (that remained lit despite the wind) and a pentagram drawing into the floor with what appeared to be ashes. Through out the pentagram were a few scattered bones that appeared blackened and charred, mostly the bones that comprised the fingers. "From the Near Delta lands to Rosetta's black sands deliver my desire unto me!" Three balefire green wisps appeared with a sputtering sounds and danced within the confines of the pentagram as Todd muttered the incantation with his arms raised high to the wisps as they danced and floated about. They chuckled and chortled as they danced about Todd's head. The wind blew hard against the teens in the doorway, so hard they had to shout to hear one another. "That's not right!" Niles yelled while his hair whipped about. "He's not doing it right! He's messing it all up! Todd you suck! You're screwing up my notes! Give them back!" The floor tiles cracked and greenish light began to shine from beneath them...
  13. Niles clenched his fists and made a valiant stand, given the circumstances. "I never said 'sex slave', you brutish ogre," he snarled at Austin. "It was a love spell, I just wanted her to love me, someone to love me and quit being mean to me for a change. It's magic, it wasn't supposed to work! We were just two idiot teenagers chasing an idiot dream on a Saturday night after too much Cheetos and energy drinks!" He looked to Rachel. "Sex slave seems to be what I got instead of loving girlfriend. Everyone always treated her poorly, both of us, so poorly. I thought we would be happy together as a couple... it was just a dream, a fantasy... but something went wrong, aside from it actually working... she's been trying to pounce me every time we're alone. I haven't touched her, I swear... not in that way." He pushed his glasses up on his nose. "There are tests to take, blood screenings, intercourse is not a avenue to simply be strolled without taking proper precautions. I'm a bit of a germaphobe and this version of Nadya has excelled in violating my personal boundries. His glare was intense. "I would never hurt her. Magic is not supposed to be real! "So," Fisher glared back. "This isn't your fault, right?" "No, it is my fault," Niles, despite being seventy pounds of nothing, seemed quite altruistic. "Whether magic is real or not, I still cast that spell. This whole fiasco is on me, which is why I need to fix it!" "Did. Todd. Help. You?" Rachel asked again. "He did. He's been in love with you since seventh grade. He finds your sudden desire for that hamfisted mongoloid, Billy to be not only a poor decision, but an unfair one." He nodded his head. "And I concur. He's been intense about casting the spell again ever since he witnessed how it worked on Nadya, but I refused to do it a second time for obvious reasons considering what was supposed to happen compared to what actually happened. I was translating the notes and I think I reverse it and break the enchantment... and I can't believe I just said that... it's like we're trapped in a cheesy RPG plot on one of those online forums. This whole thing is nuts... look, I know you hate me, I hate me right now... but if this magic stuff is really real and I screwed it up after copious amounts of study, imagine what Todd will do if he's just babbling off words I scribbled on notebook paper!"
  14. "Trust me, I'm not interrupting you, she's been less than impressed you all night," Niles shot back as he pressed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Austin just considered that he could breathe water and Niles could not... no one would ever know... He waved his hands about as if to brush all that aside, after all Austin wasn't important, his Nadya, however, was. "Okay, okay... look... you gotta promise me you won't be mad..." "I can't promise that, Niles, you kind of annoy me." Austin folded his arms. Seeing that Niles was dead serious he sighed and caved. "Okay, fine, I won't be mad. What happened?" "Uhh... okay... so... I don't know quite how to start this off, but I may have... possibly... used an ancient Greek book of spiritualism to cast a spell on Nadya... well, more of an Enchantment, really... but it's a little out of control." He took a step away from Austin raising his hands, palms out in defense in case he was about to be throttled. Austin puffed his chest up and took an expression that 'less than happy' didn't even begin to cover. "W-w-w-wait... you said you wouldn't be mad! I-I-I'm trying to undo it! I am, I wanna break the spell... but uh... I think Todd Swain stole the notes from my locker. He's jealous that it worked and has been wanting me to use it again for him... on Rachel Cooper." "Before you kill me, we need to find Todd, we need those notes! I'm the only one who can fix this. It was stupid, I know, but it's magic! I never expected it to work! You gotta believe me, I never expected it to actually work! Nadya's off the reservation, she's slowly getting more and more out of control." He paused and leaned in. "Have you seen the inside of her car? She wanted to have sex in there. Do have any idea how unsanitary that is? We would have been safer in a crack den rolling around on used needles!" "You don't inject crack, you smoke it." Sure, it wasn't the most helpful of dialogue, but Austin had to say something, anything, to keep his mind off of premeditated 'doing the world a favor'. "Yes, well, I wouldn't know... now would I?" The implication that Austin would only made the thought of what Rachel getting her hands on Niles would look like all the more sweeter. "We need to help Nadya, you seem the more sensible of your little gaggle of knuckle draggers... we'll need their help. He's in the school, I know it." Niles paused and looked at Austin. "You're taking this very well, might I add... you did hear the 'spell' part and 'ancient magical tome' part, right?" "Oh, Niles... with the month we're having," Austin chuckled. "Ancient spells and tomes are pretty much par for the course. You should have seen the lake troll last week." Austin walked away to get the others. "L-lake troll?" Niles ran off after him.
  15. [Rachel] "Y'okay, Rae?" Billy's hand on the small of her back was a comfort for the turbulent storm of thoughts roiling within her mind. Despite the dress, the make-up, and winning the game and problems at home... Rachel Cooper was a fucking mess tonight. But! She was determined to have a good time and not allow her issues to get the best of her. She turned to face her date and offered him a smile. "Yeah," she shook away the fluster. "Yeah, I'm okay. It's just been..." "One of those days?" Billy said with a charming grin. "Well, the day is done, the night is ours, and you, Rachel Vivienne Cooper, look amazing. I'm the luckiest man here, and that's not the threat of your dad shooting me if I didn't treat you like a lady lingering in the back of my mind, I mean it. Okay, maybe a little bit... he's kinda scary." Rachel laughed, "Where did you learn my middle name?" "I have many informants," he swept his hand across the dance floor. "Scattered far and wide, feeding my information network." He turned and smirked. "Fine, keep your secrets," she took his arm found herself holding it a little tighter than she intended, not with divine strength but... tenderness? The notion wasn't foreign to her, just uncommon. "You're lucky you're cute, but you've been hanging out with Darcy way too much." "Oh, god," he rolled his eyes. "I know. We watched Justice League the other day, don't ask, she just said it was mandatory viewing for anyone with heartbeat. Anyway she paused it and went on a forty minute explanation as to what a 'boom tube' was," as the current song wound to a close he saw a window of escape from the super hero conversation, and took it. "Care to dance?" "I'd love to, but I promise nothing. I haven't danced in a long time." As Billy led her to the dance floor the wove their way through the throngs of students. Her night was looking up. Billy just had a way of cheering her up and making her focus on the... a gentle slide of finger tips traced across her body below curvature of her breasts down her side and then it was gone. Like a python slithering through the crowd Bridgette past her by and turned head just enough to offer her a playful smirk and a hungry glare. 'Good game' she mouthed with a kiss of her lips in Rachel's direction and kept on walking. [Fisher] "You okay, Cap?" Darcy's voice brought Fisher's attention back into the moment as her words cleared away the strange portents roaming freely in his thoughts. "Yeah, I'm good, sorry. Thought I heard something." "What, like the spirits of the dead whispering? Ancient Kami wanting to do battle?" She smiled and giggled a bit. If only she knew. She was totally stoked to know his secret, he could tell. "I shouldn't have said anything, I'm never gonna hear the end of this," he laughed and shook his head. "Probably not," she said with all the adorability of a Disney plushie. "Buuut, I will hold off on prying into your divine feudal issues until later, like why are all the different gods letting their kids hang out together? That's so odd. Anyway, we won the game, this is our first homecoming that we've actually attended, I look great - thank you, by the way, and my boyfr-" Several people pushed by them laughing and cheering and 'wooing' at Aaron, who was DJing the event. "And, my best friend just happens to be the child of a god in a town full of divine children... if we don't have a reason to dance and enjoy ourselves, Fish, then we're complete losers with nothing to live for." "Did... you just call me," Fisher rolled his finger as if rewinding her statement with a playful grin on his face. "Best. I said best friend." She shot back at a million words a second. "Don't make me kill you in front of everyone, I'm pretty sure Nadya knows people. You'll never be found." "Uh huh," Fisher laughed. She was cute when she was embarrassed, hell, she was cute all the time, who was he trying to kid? "C'mon, 'bestie', I'll let you dance with me." "Oh!?" She feigned an indignant tone. "Oh, you will, it's like that, huh?" Laughing they strolled out to the dance floor where they saw their friends all having a terrific night... especially Nadia. Fisher scanned the area, wondering if Nadia was going to find some new and interesting way to get herself into trouble, especially since she didn't seem herself. He was worried, but with Nadia it was never easy to tell what was live and when was Memorex with her. Niles looked, well, completely overwhelmed and about a hundred tiers out of his league when it came to dealing with how to handle Nadia. Even her closest friends were still writing the rule book on that one so it was no mystery that Niles was in over his head with her. As if by divine providence... "Fisher, Darcy! S'up, bro? Wow, Deedee, you are ravishing girl. Cap finally ask you out, eh?" Dane Summers, who was not surprisingly, as high as Mount Olymups for this prestigious occasion, kissed the lovely Darcy on the back of her hand and turned to Fisher and attempted to shake his hand which turned into some street greeting of sliding palms, fist bumping, doing the itsy-bitsy-spider and about all Fisher caught of the whole affair, despite his own hand being involved, was that in ended with Dane giving him a hug. "Hey, you two look great together, like you should have your own stars in the sky. I hate to say it, but the Beetles were wrong, it's not 'all we need is love' it's 'all there is is love'." "That's fantastic, Dane," Fisher loved Dane, he was a great guy, but rarely was he sober. That was something he could never quite wrap his head around, but all the divine children handled things in their own way. "I was wondering if you could help us out tonight. Nadia's..." "On a bender," Darcy added. "She started the party a little too early and we wanna make sure she enjoys herself but doesn't get into-" "Any trouble," Dane nodded his head, his glazed eyes hardly focused. "Hey, no problem. I totally got yer back." "Get her back," Fisher pointed to Nadia who was doing something she called dancing but was likely illegal in twelve states. Dane inhaled and nodded. "Got it." With Dane off on a mission Fisher and Darcy returned to their dance and it was about tn seconds before they both just broke out into laughter at the absurdity of their lives. What teenagers had to deal with the level insanity these guys did on a daily basis? When they settled Darcy stepped into Fisher and rest her head on his chest. With the insanity of his life, her problems seemed small but it reassured her that she wasn't alone in the World. Everyone had problems, and having others close to her that cared about her was going to help her through it. "Our own stars in the sky, huh? Think your mom could hook us up with a few?" Fisher chuckled, holding her close. "I could, but, in your smile I see something more beautiful than stars." Even a broken clock is right twice a day, as the saying goes and while Fisher may never have been the suavest of Salem High's student body, those words dove deep into Darcy's heart and she looked up at him silently. He thought she was going to laugh, it did sound kind of lame, but when she rose up and her lips pressed against his, like all high school aged men, his brain shut down. It was a short, simple kiss. Darcy's arms rest upon Fisher's shoulders and her voice was a tone that he'd never heard before (because everyone has their own 'I love you' voice). "Okay, maybe I said boyfriend." [Nadya] Aaron Tigrillo was dropping the hits from the large stage and there was not a single soul in the crowd that disagreed that he had a future in the industry. When he saw Dane approaching him and running his hand across his throat to cut the music, Aaron grinned and nodded. Dane was, despite the school's biggest stoner, also happened to be the school's most talented musician. He seemed a prodigy with any instrument and his vocals were hypnotic, so when people saw him take the stage they assumed a live performance wasn't far off. Everyone on the floor cheered and howled for one of the school's favorites. "Oh, shit. What have I done?" Fisher said out loud. "Thank you! Thanks... wow, you guys are awesome!" Dane fired them up and smiled his gigawatt smile. "Man, we smashed it today! Prolly a little smashing going on afterwards... just kidding!" He looked off to the faculty who were glaring at him after that comment. He looked out into the crowd and shook his head slowly with a smile like he wasn't kidding. "So I wanted to totally do something awesome for our victory but I couldn't quite find the words." When someone shouted from the back about him never shutting up, he smiled and laughed. "I know right? However, one of besties said she'd totally would love to express herself and share a few words about how she feels about this great school of ours!" Students went nuts, cheering and screaming and yelling school pride as the football team rose their hands up to be seen and recognized. Dane motioned into that sea of hysteria and presented the students with "Nadia! C'mon up here." Every cheer stopped in a heartbeat. The gym fell into absolute silence in the span of a single breath. Nadia froze. This couldn't be right. Dane wasn't the type to pull mean pranks on people, in fact he was the nicest, most harmless soul for miles. She shook her head at him. "Oh this is gonna be good," Mercedes shouted and everyone laughed. "Traaiinwreeeeck!" With pursed lips Nadya walked up on stage and took the mic from Dane. Covering it up she leaned to him. "What do I sing?" "Don't ask me," he said with a smile. That painfully, lost in his eyes, why does this dude always smell like freshly baked goods, dreamy smile of his. "Ask your heart. It has all the words you've ever wanted to say, girl. We just have a hard time sneaking them past the brain sometimes. That's music is so honest. Don't worry, I got your back." She stood on the dark stage in front of the whole school and looked again to Dane, saying something, to which he nodded and leaned into Aaron o which he nodded. The music began to fade in and Nadya took a deep breath and let the words flow from the heart. In the lives of Scions there are many things from magic to myth that they face daily. The hardships they endure from pain to sorrow to love and joy are woven into and become part of their Legend. Those Legends, written by Fate and enforced by belief are the foundation of who they are. One can not fool Fate or deceive it with any magic or enchantment. While under the sway of the enchantment Nadya had very little of her own words to use, the ones she spoke were hers. The lyrics were her heart crying out in declaration that she and her band, no matter how hard the road before them they would walk it together. They would rise together and they would reach for their own greatness only by being surrounded by those most important to them. She hated being trapped in her own mind, but her heart knew her friends would realize it and find way. Niles could feel the thrum of the vocals and rhythm wash over him and Nadya's Siren's song was like a drug to his own hart and soul. She was already out of control, the spell was spiraling out of his hands and if it continued he feared that Nadya would do something drastic in an attempt to prove her undying devotion to him (hey, he'd seen all those horror movies too). As she sung he slipped away and walked down the hallway to his locker. Even several hundred feet away he could still hear Nadya's voice as clear as day, like her words were meant as a targeting beacon for his growing conscious to pummel him. Him, Niles Horne, the lamest guy in school just wanted to have what he thought was the prettiest girl in school, no Salem, love and appreciate him so he could do the same for her... but, that's not how this was turning out at all. Things weren't right and more he tried to fix it, the worse they got and he knew it was that books fault. He threw open his locker and looked inside. A panic swept over him as he tossed papers and threw aside books. The spell wasn't here. I couldn't undo it if it wasn't here! "Lose something, Mr. Horne?" Came a calming British accent a few feet from behind him. Niles spun about and slammed his locker shut. "M-Mr. Syracuse... no, no... I'm uh... looking for a present I got for my beloved... N-Nadya." "Well, that's certainly thoughtful of you," Mr. Syracuse took a few steps forward. He adjusted his glasses and continued. "Because I've noticed that she has, as of late, not really been herself. I know her well, Mr. Horne. Great young woman, a little chaotic on the outside but a bastion of warmth and kindness within. Between you and I, she's one of my favorites here at Salem High. She's a diamond in the rough, a ray of hope and a light in the darkness that is this ever so odd and confusing little town we call 'home'. Now, I would be remiss as a member of this faculty, in failing to inform you that were something untoward done to or to befall her due to the negligence of another... well," he slammed the palm of his hand against the locker, blocking Niles from slithering away. "I would encourage them to fix whatever soup sandwich they've managed to stumble themselves upon and fix it quickly. Lest my frustration out strips my patience. Have I expressed my self clearly, Mr. Horne?" "C-c-crystal, Mr. Syracuse." He slid under the British god's arm and ran back to the dance, not checking to see if he peed himself a little. "Your friend, Mr. Swain was snooping around your locker." Mr. Syracuse yelled. "Try checking with him!" Niles stormed back into to dance slowing to a less than casual strut as he approached Austin and Yokiko. The one of Nadya's friends he considered the most stable. "E-excuse me... uh, Austin... c-could I uh... could you spare a moment? I could use your advice on something."
  16. Eric's Band of Scions were early. If they got special beads from Evelynn then the others weren't aware of it, but none were too surprised when Mercedes and her Amazonian bodyguards Porche' and Acadia were walking through the large double doors towards the music walking, talking and looking like a million bucks. Bridgette, along with Horace and Aaron were loitering by the doors waiting on her and the amazons. Bridgette seemed to be their version of Nadya and decided that a dress would just be too much the norm and decided on a pair of very short shorts, a corset, fishnets, implausible heeled boots and a top hat... because fuck it, why not? Horace looked like he just rolled out of bed and landed in a pile of own shortcomings and future failures that he cleverly disguised as disheveled hair, jeans a tee and a flannel. While Aaron didn't have Mercedes's money he looked like a walking billboard for name brands, from his shoes to the Beats on head. They all went in together but where was Eric? When the limo pulled into the parking lot it was obvious who it was. Laurie Brightman, daughter of the Sun God Apollo, waited for her chauffeur and guardian, James, to circle around and open the door for her. When she stepped out and cemented her claim as the 'loveliest' of Salem High's student body. Rachel and her group were certainly happy to know she was on their side and an evil smirk stretched across their faces as they thought the same thing when they looked at Laurie in reference to Mercedes. All that money that money the Scion of Aphrodite had and she would never be able to buy herself even one sliver of class possessed by Laurie. When the radiant blonde saw them she politely smiled at them and offered a wave of acknowledgement. When Eric stepped from the limo, who certainly cleaned up nice, by the way, the sudden sucker punch of confusion found it's way across all of their expressions. Even Yokiko completely perplexed. She took his arm and two of them walked up towards the doors. "I... have no words." Yokiko stammered in confusion. "He seems, calm. Eric is always so, how do you put it? At eleven?" "Worry about it later," Nadya pushed everyone out of her way. "We have a dance to attend people! Laurie may be a bit of a prude but she is still a woman with needs. We all know the rumors, Eric is a guy who can certainly 'bring the hammer down', so to speak," she kissed two fingers and raised them to the sky. "Reference to my boy Thor, big fan, loved you in Avengers. Now let her do her, and him do her, and let's get in there and do this dance." She took Rachel by the hand and snatched up Darci's too and while backwards pulled them gently towards her and towards the big doors. "C'moooon! Let's wake tomorrow and not have any memory of what to regret about tonight!" In ever window they passed and every side mirror they ignored as they chuckled and joked on their way to those double doors, Nadya's reflection screamed and rebelled against all reason. She pounded on the surface and punched at Niles, but no one saw her. They walked through the doors none the wiser, leaving their friend to be forgotten...
  17. Salem High had won the game (no help from Rachel) so that could only mean one thing: the Homecoming Dance was going to be lit. Screaming, yelling, cheering and full on celebrating were already cranked to eleven by the time the Scions arrived. The gentleman of the school were in a variety of outfits, from nice clothes to full on suits while the ladies of the hour were in everything from short skirts to elaborate evening gowns. One thing was for sure, wit a victory under their belt, this dance was going to be one to remember. Music boomed from the large double doors of the gymnasium. Beth didn't just take a look at the sound system she improved it and everyone within several blocks of the school who didn't like loud music was currently hating life. The Scions met up in the parking lot so they could all go in together and, of course, the ladies had to take a moment to appreciate each others choice in evening attire. Rachel looked like she'd seen a ghost that was dying to be explained in a flashback in a later post, but her and Billy looked adorable (aww). Nadya and Niles met Billy and Rachel by the car and they looked like... oil and water, but Niles was living the dream and was currently an icon in the nerd comunity of what they could acquire if they just put their mind to it and went for the gold. As a result there had been an unprecedented 2,000 percent increase in nerds asking out attractive, out of their league males and females in the school. The current success rate was also an unprecedented zero percent in accepted offers from said nerds and startling increase in Hagen Das sales and adult anime purchases from Amazon. Surely they weren't related. Facts were simple though, Niles unknowingly upset a balance and that upset had to be corrected. He had taken from Fate and Fate demanded a payment in kind and until She was got that payment... no 'nerd' in Salem would be safe. Bullying was increasing, gaming servers were crashing, anime streams were failing to load, gaming books were like a magnet for ever food and beverage out there and a natural '20' hadn't been rolled (World wide) from the very moment Niles had uttered the final syllable of the incantation that had made all his desires come true. Fisher and Darci with Austin and Yokiko met up with everyone and when the entire crowd were together they looked like they were the clique' that owned Salem High.
  18. Everyone had left from Evelyn's with something new to consider or talk about. Darci didn't seem phased by Fisher's admission and Evelyn had finished Darci's consultation for a dress in private. She seemed... different. Bothered. Like something heavy weighed on her heart. Still though, she smiled and took Fisher's arm, positively giddy with the glass bead in her hand. The time they had spent at Evelyn's seemed to fly by and as the early afternoon sunlight and bitter chill of Salem's autumn season wrapped around them as they departed and headed their separate ways. The locker room was quiet and empty. Rachel always got ready alone in the women's locker room, for obvious reasons, it was only after everyone was ready that she entered the male's locker room for the pep talk from Coach Fingers (if it could ever be called a pep talk). Sure, the blood of divinity pumped through her veins, and she was confident that she could mow down every mortal on that playing field, but that was no way to win. Like Eric, she strove to use only a fraction of her abilities, or none at all if she could manage it, but it wasn't as easy as it sounded. Denying herself the power and greatness that thrummed through her form was like denying herself food or water or oxygen. The harder she tried to keep it in, the more and mroe it pushed at her being, roaring, screaming, demanding to set free. It had became a ritual for her to stand in front of the mirror, wet her face a few times and calm that roiling anger that roared inside her. She leaned over the sink and splashed some cold water on her face. If she wasn't clam and focused, she could kill someone out there. She raised her head, exhaled and her hands clenched enough to slightly bend the edge of the metal sink with a creaky complaint. Her eye's narrowed at the reflection in the mirror. Bridgette. The Loa Scion leaned against the corner of one of the row of lockers, tipping her flask back. She finished her drink and smiled at the irritated look in Rachel's eyes. "'Lax, girl. Were I in the mood for a round two this place would already be a heap of rubble." Rachel couldn't argue that. The logic was pretty sound. "Then, why are you in here. I'm really in no mood to-" "I said, relax, damn." Bridgette said coyly. She pushed off the lockers and slowly approached the blonde Scion. "Been a long time since a I took a right hook the way you dole em out, Rae. If there's one thing I can respect, it's a right hook hammered down with fury and unapologetic rage. There's a passion to that simple poetry..." she closed her eyes and shivered. Now, she was less than a step from Rachel and it was enough to make her uncomfortable. "Won't lie, it's a bit of a turn on." Rachel's glare would have been enough to kill lesser men in a heartbeat but Bridgette wasn't intimidated in the slightest. Throttling the Scion was always an option, but she was already on the thinnest ice she could possibly be on, both at home and at school. If she got into a fight in the locker room right before homecoming... oh, the fall out would be epic and historical. A part of her wondered if Eric had sent her in here to goad her into a brawl. When the Loa leaned in and Rachel could taste the whiskey on her lips a voice within her cried out for her to move, to get out of there. The kiss though. Bridgette sure knew what the Hel she was doing. IT was passionate, electrifying, and it send a chord through Rachel's body that hummed one exciting tune. Before she knew it, her eyes were closed and she rolled with the thunder until the storm that was Bridgette pulled away from her. By the time Rachel opened her eyes the daughter of Samedi was already walking away. "G'luck out there, sugah," she tipped her flask back and left Rachel to catch her breath. "Kick their ass an... don' be a stranger."
  19. I see what what your saying, and frankly, if you want to do it that way, feel free. I've never required people to have a 5 in a base Attribute before allowing them to buy a Mega. I generally ask that they have at least a three in the relevant Attribute, but for the most part I don't care. The only reason I ask for a three is because a three is the accepted 'above average' and since powers generally tend to eflect the person that gains them, I find it unlikely that someone would gain power in area which they were mediocre. Now, before everyone tells me 'that's exactly where they should gain their power, in all their weak areas!', exceptions exist. Like characters who are essentially a Zero going to Hero, but generally I stick with the assumption that you're not going to develop a Mega in areas you are just average or below average, at least not without tossing me a good story as to why. This tickled me because those little 'blurbs' are not RAW, they are exactly what you said they were: flavor text. They are there to give you a general idea of what someone is capable of at that level of dots. I guy with a 5 Strength can bench or dead lift about 220lbs. Flip to the next installment of a White Wold book and it's 400lbs, or 180 lbs... those numbers give you the base median for what that dot level equates to in the Aberrant Universe. Noir was also right, Might factors a great deal into the Strength argument, as well as leverage. Equating science to attribute dots however, is nuking it. As Noir pointed out, with no Mega but some basic Strength and Might an 'average' character could pull off something extraordinary, as good that science nerd with an iron pole and few friends help him pull. The point is, don't nuke (over think) the rules to the point of saying 'because logic says [this], my new rule is [this]'. That road is littered with folly and gru's. Imagination, quick thinking, and fun is what the game is about. If it's the nerd's time to shine with his leverage idea... let him have his moment, rules be damned. We've had NPCs in our game that were 4 years old with Str1/Mega 1 to reflect that infant Clark Kent vibe of a kid who could lift up one side of a truck. It fit, so we went with it and the only reason he had a Strength of 1 was because he had to in order to have a Mega of 1 because technically an infant, in accordance with the 'blurbs' can't lift (or shouldn't be lifting) the 35lbs. Use what fits your game, but trying to apply logic to gaming rules is just a waste of time. It's hard for me to take someone seriously when they're playing a game where people fly and shoot fireballs from their ass, but are hung up on the simplest things like logic, justifications for, and science. There's nothing wrong with Mega's or what dot you can acquire them at.
  20. Luck Level: 1 Quantum Minimum: 1 Dice Pool: None Manifestation Time: 1 free action Range: Personal Target: You Duration: Instantaneous Power Points: 1+ Description: You 'enjoy' extraordinary luck. Effect: Somehow your quantum consciousness is able to tap into and manipulate Fate, probability and perhaps even reality itself. Regardless of how it's done, Lady Luck smiles on you and looks out for you. You may spend one power point up to your rating in the Luck power. When you spend the points your power influences the outcome of other events. Exactly what happens is up to the Storyteller (meaning you spend the points, but have no control of the outcome). Exactly what happens is up to the Storyteller, but here are a few guidelines: Combat: While in combat you may divide the points from your Luck score in a given turn between your attack or defense. Each point added to attack or defense grants one automatic success per point you devote to your attack or dodge or similar effects such as Resistance or Integrity rolls to counter power effects (such as Domination) for that action. Abilities: Each Luck point adds one automatic success to any use of Abilities out of combat. If you make two or more Ability rolls during the same time frame (turn, minute, or whatever else the Storyteller decides it appropriate), he must divide his Luck points among the different. Backgrounds: Luck affects your rolls associated with Backgrounds in the same manner it does with Abilities. Keep in mind, Fate is a fickle bitch and there are two kinds of luck. Every point you invest in the Luck pool for any particular scene forms a pool. Afterward, the ST rolls one die for each point of Luck you purchased in the previous scene. For each success the ST rolls that one success you owe Fate and the ST can collect those successes at any time, even using them to cancel your own Luck points later on in the story. You can't have good Luck without bad Luck.
  21. Darci wasn't stupid. In fact, she was one of the smartest students at Salem High. Sometimes she had a habit to jabber on about nerdy things, but for the first time since he'd known her she was completely stunned into silence. Her cheeks flushed to red and she averted her eyes in a poor attempt to hide how his words had struck home. She slapped him in the chest one last time, playfully. "You're still a jerk." She pushed him gently. "And you should've told me... and we'll talk later." She thumbed back towards the counter. "I'm ah... gonna go look for a dress... and, process." Evelyn smiled and pushed herself from the counter. Her voice was soothing and calm. "Come on, dear. I've just the one for you."
  22. "A dollar for every time they mention Percy Jackson," Yokiko smiled and bumped her hip into Austin who seemed a bit distracted. He chuckled and waited to see the final result of what telling these two would have on the group. "I highly doubt Billy know who Percy Jackson is." "So, like Percy Jackson?" Bill said, as if on queue. Austin looked to the heavens, rolling his eyes. "Seriously, Dad? Really?" Yokiko chuckled. "You can buy me a coffee. Darci makes a great latte." Rachel and Fisher went forward with their stories, often tag teaming each others sentences to help with explaining things a bit better.from their visitation to the issues at school to the battle with Spear-Finger. Evelyn continued to work her magic on Yokiko's dress and despite the explosion of magical motes converging into a tiny glass bead, the two mortal teenagers didn't pay it much mind and focused on what the two Scions had to say. When they finished a few minutes later Fisher and Rachel looked at each other, that awkward look that said 'they're gonna loose their shit any second'. "Well?" Evelyn said, breaking the awkward silence. "Silly mortals wanted to play Scooby-Doo with the children of gods and now you can't believe what you've found out? I always love that glossy look in their eyes." "Do you mind?" Billy said in a stern, flat tone to Evelyn. "I'm trying to talk with my girlfriend." He sighed at Rachel and then smiled. "Rae, I believe you. I saw you rip a tailgate of a truck and throw it at a guy who melted into a bug. I get why you didn't say anything, I do, but, you can tell me anything. If these... monsters," she could tell it wasn't easy for him to say it, like the word didn't make sense as a viable option for something that needed to be stopped. "Are trying to ruin the world, and only you guys can stop them... tell me what you need and I'll be there." Rachel could see Evelyn over Billy's shoulder. She smiled and winked at her silently mouthing 'I like him.' Fisher wasn't faring so well on the romantic side of things. Darci was massaging his face as he awkwardly looked at her through smooshed cheeks. "How do you do it? Is it like some kind of healing factor?" Fisher took her wrists and lowered her hands, not answering. Seeing she wasn't going to get an answer right away she pursed her lips and slapped him on the chest a few times. "You should have told me you jerk! I'm your best friend! Best friends and significant others are always the first to know about a secret identity. It's Marvel 101." Billy smiled at Rachel. "This mean we're 'significant others'? It's Marvel 101... or so I've heard."
  23. Evelyn chuckled exactly in the condescending way Rachel expected. "We've covered 'belief', dear. Christianity dominates religion, no one believes in the old gods anymore, yet, they exist. Truth is simply the truth, regardless of what you, or I, or the world believes. The Earth Shaker does not tsunami an island and crumble it into the sea because he's bored," she rolled her eyes and shrugged lazily. "Okay, maybe once or twice, he has, but by and large he does it because that's his nature. Your father, he's not a guardian, he doesn't protect and he's hardly just. He's Vengeance personified." She paused for a moment and offered her a smile that was just as matronly with no signs of condescension. She sighed softly. "Dear, do not allow your father to make you an instrument on his vengeance here in the World. Should you ascend to godhood, there can not be two gods of vengeance. You will need to, between then and now, to define who and what sort of example you wish to set, but do not fool yourself into thinking you are good simply because you did the 'right' thing. A time will come, as it does for us all, when 'evil' is the only choice left that to you... and that revelation will destroy you if you still cling to foolish man-made sentiments." "You are, child," she took the dress and held it up, looking it over and eyeing between it and Rachel. "Whatever you choose to be. By the nature of your very existence, the child of a god, you may aspire to be whatever you wish. And in the days to come you will be a powerful force of nature, a Scion, a Demigod! Neither good, nor evil... simply a force that is exactly what the World needs when it needs it. A guardian, a tsunami, a plague..." The dress exploded in a glittery plume of magical motes that spiraled about Rachel and danced their way back to Evelyn's hand where they slowly condensed themselves into a ball of solid, champagne colored magical energy. Rachel had never seen anything like it. With a glimmer and a flash in true Disney-style fashion, the light faded to reveal a simple glass bead no more than the size of a marble and Rachel could see the champagne colored magic swirling in the tiny orb. Evelyn leaned on counter and presented the bead pinched tightly between her perfectly manicured, blood-red talons. "Hair, make-up, dress, shoes... everything you need is right here. When you're ready, simply stomp on the bead and wait for the magic to happen... but don't do it barefooted, I know it goes without saying... but you'd be surprised how many people come running back in here mad at me because they didn't think before stepping on a glass bead." As she reached for the bead, Evelyn drew it back. "Now, go talk to your boyfriend, because what he needs to hear should not come from your friends. Grow up for crying out loud." She presented the bead once again to Rachel and this time did not prevent her from taking it.
  24. Evelyn's lips twisted into a smile as Rachel began firing the questions at her. "Ah, see, now there is that spitfire and bravado I've heard so much about. It's about time if a I dare say. You're such a big ball of collective, pent up emotions. You're going to break something, dear. Either yourself or something you love if you don't get that under control." She broke off from what she was doing, assisting the gentleman with finding an appropriate suit for the evening, to now face Rachel so they could have a proper conversation. "Mr Syracuse thinks I started all of this? Well, I won't fault his logic, but I'm afraid I did not. Despite all the black and leather and cleavage, I am, believe it or not, one of the good ones." She looked away with a roll her eyes and a dismissive wave of her hand. "Well, I'm not one of the bad ones, we'll go with that." She chuckled. "Your last question second," she shook her head at Fisher who presented a blazer that was totally Fisher... so it was totally not stylish. "Sweetheart, no, just no." She motioned for one for the Sylphs to help the poor guy out and looked back to Rachel. "That answer is simple: because I don't have to. Look at all this dear, I have a business to run, I've orders to place, clients to assist. Frankly, I'm swamped. It's far easier for me to reach out to you, than to approach you in person. I'm not really the 'go out for coffee' type. Well, not the swill that passes for coffee in this little town, rather." "Hey, we make damn good coffee at the Drip, lady." Darci chimed up. She'd been standing there ever since she'd been passed up by Rachel outside her changing room, then passed up by Nadya, then passed by Rachel a second time. She was starting to feel a bit invisible but the last thing she was gonna let slide is someone insulting the pride of her workplace. "Of course you do, dear," Evelyn passively blew her off like she was invisible. "Of course you do. Now, on to the lesson, hmm? Austin, your father, the Earth Shaker. He tsunami's an island while rocking it with earthquakes. A hundred thousand people die. Is your father good, or evil?" Being put on the spot, Austin looked from his clothing selection and pondered a moment. "Why did he do it? I don't think the Gods are these perfect paragons of virtue. They have their flaws, but I want to believe that if any God would do something of that scale, they have a good reason to do so. My own biased opinion based on what I do know of him, is that my father is Good, that he'd not do something like that without cause, though I do admit to not truly knowing him." "Ah," Evelyn smiled and continued on. "So then it's a factor of personal justification? Providing he sees the act as 'good', then so it is? Or belief? You don't know him, but as long as you, or he, believe their deeds are good ones, then so they are? So then the opposite would also be true, would it not? Providing we believe one's actions to be evil, so then they would be? Whether or not they actually are or aren't, it's all about perception and belief." "Well, no, I mean... I guess." Austin wasn't really struggling with the answer, it was just one of those topics that was riddled with circular logic. "It's complicated." "So it is," the black clad Demigod agreed. "I didn't ask because I expected an end all, be all answer, sweetie. I asked because there is no answer. 'Good' and 'evil' are man made concepts of morality that help them cope with and attempt to understand the way people think because it's mankind's strongest desire to understand. It's because man knows so little despite all their 'science'. As Scions you must come to understand that not all things are as black and white as you've been brought up to understand. People who live 'good' lives have enough sin in their closets to qualify as what would be 'evil' by your very same narrow definitions. It's all very confusing." "Marius is a bastard, trust me, I use to be married to him." She said with a sneer. "Wait, what?!" Austin, Fisher and Nadya all said in unison, sharing the same tone of surprise. "Oh, yeah, by the way," Rachel motioned to Evelyn with a 'what she just said' gesture that followed up her monotone perfectly. "Surprise." She feigned shaking her hands in a surprise gesture. "Adorable." Evelyn said, unimpressed. "Point being that for all his faults, he's not evil. He's just bitter and filled with resentment over something the Gods did to punish us. And no, what certain something was is not up for discussion." For just a moment her perfect demeanor collapsed and she wore the slightest hint of an emotion in her expression. "That's not to say that he isn't going to attempt something monumentally stupid, and he must be stopped. Whatever it is my ex husband is planning, he must not come to pass, I just needed you little Scions to understand 'good' and 'evil' before you ran out into the hills frothing at the mouth to exact righteous vengeance for reasons you are, frankly, not mature enough to understand yet. The world is not black and white, good and evil. You're Scions. You're above those concepts now." Darci stepped into view, looking at everyone. "Guys, what the hell is going on? What's she talking about?" Billy nodded. "Yeah, this is really weird. This whole trying to figure things out has really snowballed since you," he pointed to Rachel. "Ripped a tailgate from a truck and Fisher took a grenade to the face and it grew back." There was an awkward silence as Darci winced at Billy exposing their investigation into the Scions. "His face grew back... not the grenade." The wicked smile of a woman who thrived on drama traced itself across Evelyn's cheeks as she looked at Rachel. She took her dress from her and walked around the counter. "I'll get this ready for you sweetie."
  25. Consider something like groundhog's day. There's something you guys are supposed to do... and you haven't done it, not this time, anyway. So The Cosmos puts you back where you started. This is Weirder Stuff, so no one says it has to exactly the same, allowing you a 'do over' on certain things you didn't like about your character. What if Devin wasn't super cocky and instead awkward around girls? What if Lily's home life wasn't as good as it's portrayed in the TT game? The pressure for her succeed is borderline abusive and maybe she has serious anxiety issues (just hides them well). What if Kia actually is an alien life form that wants to consume all organic matter on the planet? What if Sean's awesome coding, engineering, and hacking skill actually gave him powers that dealt with technology instead of just giving him tits. What if Sara was hottest, nicest girl in scho... yeah, that's just too weird. What if they actually dealt with high school for longer than 1 story? After EP1 everyone was emancipated, working for the government, had unlimited resources, were successful philanthropists... then they went to a dance... then there was no more high school. A reboot is an amazing way to embrace a lot of the opportunities you guys missed. With a wider breadth of NPCs to work with, it will be easier to form bonds and write interesting plots involving those 'familiar faces'. Just some thoughts.
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