SalmonMax Posted April 5, 2014 Share Posted April 5, 2014 "So I was thinking," Renata said to Jael. The two had managed to sneak away from the press holiday that MO and Lester were busily attending to. Gabriel was with his family, and this time the press didn't know where so hopefully they'd have some private time. God knew they'd need it. Renata had gotten her 'emergency clothes' on over her Fulcrum costome, and now looked like a jogger in sweat pants and a hoodie. Normally in this little podunk town, ANY stranger would have occasioned comment, but right now it was crawling with newcomers. News agencies had practically airlifted people in. They were a few blocks away now, looking over at the forest of floodlights and satellite uplinks. Jael gave Renata a look. "Spit it out then." "I was thinking," Ren continued, still looking off towards the flickering flashbulbs, hoping for a glimpse of Magnum Opus over there. "...we should have a party or something. Celebrate." She looked at Jael and a little sputter of memory and insight led her to add, "You know...hit up a 'meadhall' or something." The sarcasm was lost on Jael, who nodded approvingly. "After the war, the feast," she agreed. The dread wolf-in-human-clothing looked around and took a big sniff. She pointed down the street. "There maybe." Her tone was conflicted. Mead and beer was good, but the smell of it from that building seemed...kind of tepid. No blood. No sweat. And it might be watered down. Renata grinned and shook her head. "No. God no. No fucking way. We've got Gatekeeper, remember? One phone call and we can go anywhere in the world. Tellya what, lets hang out until MO is done, we'll get her in on it too." Jael grinned, unaware of the wolfishness of that expression on her. "And Gabriel as well..." "Uh..." Ren winced and shook her head. "...yeah, no. He's seventeen. The good places, they card you at the door. We could get him a fake one, but this is Gabriel. He wouldn't use it if we gave it to him." She laughed at the crestfallen look on Jael's face and said, "Relax, there'll be tons of guys at the club. Drinks. Music. Crowd...we have worked hard, lets go play hard." Renata lifted her fist for a fist-bump, and Jael could only make sense of it by thinking she was pantomiming raising a mug. So she lifted her fist too and said, "SKOL!" in a hearty bellow. With a slightly confused expression, Renata did the fist-bump and nodded. "Hell yes, skol." ,, -- ,, “Excuse me! Can you tell us the condition of the family?!” Magnum Opus sighed and leaned towards the cluster of microphones. As the most photogenic teammate present, who was not currently tending to loved ones, she’d drawn the short straw for public reations by default. It wasn’t something she minded, really…but it got tiresome towards the end, when she had to start repeating herself. “As I’ve said, the Stone family is currently safe and secure. That’s all I have to say about them. It’s been a hard time for them and they deserve some privacy.” “Miss Opus, this attack closely resembles another incident in New York City recently; an attack which you and the other heroes with you were instrumental in repelling as well. Is it possible that this is retaliatory? Were you and the others in your team the true targets of this assault?” The reporter wasn’t with a major network, Magnum could immediately see. His clothes, his equipment…no camera, no crew…just a man and a mic. His words cut a little deeper than blades or claws could, but she met his gaze dead on. “We really have no information right now about the source of these attacks or their motive,” she replied, and the earnestness in her voice belied the stonewall-style word choice of her sentence. “I wish we did. So I can’t rule something like that out, but it does beg the question that if it was aimed at us, how did they know we were here?” “It’s convenient isn’t it?” asked another reporter. “Unknown team of ‘super heroes’ comes together just in time to save Central Park…and now everywhere you go there’s an ample supply of super threats for the ‘super heroes’ to heroically save people from. Even in places where nothing like that’s ever happened before, and where there’s nothing of interest to anyone. How do you respo…” “How do I respond?” The new voice came from behind the crowd of reporters, who turned to look. Fulcrum was there, back in costume, glaring daggers at the reporter who’d asked the question. “I just about blew my brain out my left ear throwing one of those things in the harbor,” Fulcrum said coldly. “The rest of us risked their lives taking care of the other two. You want to know how many people died before we got there? I saw people getting burned to death, and now you’re telling me you think we CAUSED it?!” Sensing that it was time to intervene, quickly, Magnum Opus whisked herself down from the microphones over to where Fulcrum was and interposed herself between her teammate and the reporter. She didn’t think it would stop Fulcrum’s mental powers, but it would give her something to focus on besides the guy who was making her so mad. “It’s okay,” MO told her soothingly. “I’ve got this.” For a second Fulcrum’s eyes flicked between the reporter and Magnum Opus…then finally the roulette wheel stopped clicking, and she nodded slowly. “Okay. Fine. You’ve got this. Listen, wrap things up here, then meet me around back in the fields. There’s a thing me and Jael need your help with.” Fulcrum gave the reporter one last ‘you’re lucky my chick’s here’ glare, then threw her hoverboard down, hopped on, and whisked away around behind Gabriel’s house. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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