conversations: human
conversations:  It's been a year since he passed.  After the shock, the mourning, and the funeral, the United Nations finally discussed the future.  Would they seek to make another like him?  Would they try to find and guide his successor?  Who would take up his mantle in the mean time?  In his absence, hundreds of heroes tried to come to prominence.  Performing daring rescues, fighting crime, trying to stop natural disasters.  The day after his death, notorious (some would say just stubborn) supervillain Professor Squidz tried to kidnap the President.  No less than thirty heroes tried to stop him, but they were so eager for glory they fought each other more than Squidz and he nearly escaped.
  
  After a year of similar incidents, the stupid and eager have been weeded out.  Now, all that remains are the crafty, the cunning, the most dangerous.  Today is a day of celebration, Paragon Day is an international holiday in honor of Earth's greatest hero.  A statue has been erected here in Washington DC, and millions of people have gathered.  There are quite a few heroes here, all campaigning to be the next king of the hill.  But this is also a time of opportunity.  Someone who makes a statement here will be heard the world over.  A time of great hope is also a time to inspire great fear, if there are those willing to reach out and sieze it.
conversations: Rhyvurg:
conversations: human
conversations:  Dig dig dig, basically Mitrigan had a plan to make herself known to the world, the fact that she also had a bet with someone was sweetening the deal, she was to become famous and have some fun with all the puny little heroes.
  
  And thats when she Burst from the ground, in front of the statue too in her land form, letting at the same time a Screech with her mental communication.
    Greetings humans I am Mitrigan your harbinger of death, run away or join to the grave your so called Hero  . She let out a roar as she finished her communication, it was time to make the world cower before her.
  
  
   
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  Communication[10] 22: Mental Range: 200.000 miles Feat:Selective, Extra:Omni-directional, Feat:Innate.
  
  Using my power above on the heroes and everyone in the whole city around me to run away
  Intimidation
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conversations: Orbiter:
conversations: human
conversations:  Paragon Day. Hoist the flags! Let the heroes march around and dance about for who gets to be top dog! Hero after hero campaigning to become the next top dog, hundreds of men and women in their costumes, parading about with a keen interest in... What?
  
  Beating up the bad guys. When was the last time one of these 'heroes' looked beyond their pride and egos to actually help the downtrodden? When did a "Superhero" volunteer his services to help design something like Van Heer IntelligeCrops? When did a "superhero" use their healing power to help research in vaccinating against diseases?
  
  Maximilian would simply smile as all of these thoughts passed through his head, the man walking through the crowd. Van Heer Industries had put up a positively monumental display in their own section of the parade square, Maximilian's immense wealth being put to good use as multiple stalls were set up. Large holographic projectors made entire wings of American bald eagles, in perfect V-formations, swoop overhead. Massive streamers hung from the girders and support beams crisscrossing the massive stage.
  
  Maximilian himself was on the stage. He was in his public persona, and he was relishing every minute of it. The Hydra agents were busy elsewhere-- with the heroes of the country so eager to enjoy the festivities, there were hundreds of opportunities elsewhere. Thousands. Perhaps even millions.
  
  He was acting on all of them, even as he stood up here on the stage, arms linked with the dancers around him all put up in red, white, and blue, the animatronic George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, and Benjamin Franklin-- each one twenty feet tall-- proudly waving their American flags as they pivoted on their hips.
  
  " Who’s strong and brave, here to save the American Way?
  
  Who vows to fight like a man for what’s right night and day?
  
  Who will campaign door-to-door for America,
  
  Carry the flag shore to shore for America,
  
  From Hoboken to Spokane,
  
  The Star Spangled Man with a Plan!
  
  We can’t ignore there’s a threat and a war we must win,
  
  Who’ll hang a noose on the goose-stepping goons from Berlin?
  
  Who will redeem, head the call for America,
  
  Who’ll rise or fall,  give his all for America,
  
  Who’s here to prove that we can?
  
  The Star Spangled Man with a Plan! "
  
  He could only smile as he contemplated just what orders he had sent out, the updates streaming into his central server back at Van Heer Tower, and then being relayed to him. The launch of a new satellite intended to provide Hydra with a new layer of communication security and redundancy. A series of mob assassinations in the city, being carried out to incite an inter-Mafia civil war.
  
  The music carried on, their dresses flashing about for the crowd. A flight of F-32s swooped low overhead, the aircraft firing missiles not at the crowd, but into the skies, their warheads replaced to release massive explosions of confetti upon the people below.
  
  " Stalwart and steady and true,
  
  (see how this guy can shoot, we tell ya, there’s no substitute!)
  
  Forceful and ready to defend the
  
  Red, White, and Blue!
  
  Who’ll give the Axis the sack, and is smart as a fox?
  
  (far as an eagle will soar)
  
  Who’s making Adolph afraid to step out of his box?
  
  (He knows what we’re fighting for!)
  
  Who waked the giant that napped in America?
  
  We know it’s no-one but Captain America,
  
  Who’ll finish what they began?
  
  Who’ll kick the Krauts to Japan?
  
  The Star Spangled Man with a Plan!
  
  (Who’s strong and brave, here to save the American way?!) "
  
  He snapped off a smart salute to the aircraft, the dancers spinning back and away as he marched forward to the central peninsula in front of the stage. He spun in place to snap off a salute to the massive mechanical patriots, before turning back around to... Screaming?
  
  Screaming and yelling.
  
  The psionic screech was missed on him, but his eyes went wide as everyone stared at the  gigantic freaking monster  that had just emerged from the ground. He debated just how terrible it'd be if he screamed "GOJIRRA!", and then decided that the political backlash and cost of suppressing the effects of his sense of humor would be too great.
  
  Instead, he slowly ran a hand over his face, taking a few steps back. "Awwww...  shi -"
conversations: Gunther: