<strong>Hero Points:</strong>2 (Rakutsu & Amy), 1 (Everyone Else);<strong>Luck Points:</strong>3/5 Conditions: None<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331796.msg15962926#msg15962926">Quote from: Raku on 24-08-2021, 23:34:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">”If your looking for an apology then do yourself a favor and take your head out of your ass.” His gaze harden at the now transformed classmate. ”All I did was make a suggestion because none of you took the initiative to direct the group we were in. You and I were just shooting the shit at that enclosure before the storm. Everything that happened was just shit luck.” <br/><br/>He wasn’t going to tolerate Rex trying to blame him for something out of his control. Out of both their control.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Well then, thanks for reminding me that we all live in an uncaring universe," Rex growled. "Get out."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">”Sorry. These two glued themselves to me.” Rakutsu jabbed a thumb in the direction of his cousin. But he can tell it wasn’t a problem for Chris. The company was good for hospital patients.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"We try to keep our distance when it’s wanted," Ryoko replied with a slight smile.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">”Just don’t over do it.” He didn’t want to see the guy do cartwheels and break something by accident. Still, it could be something to laugh at him for in the far future. <br/><br/>”It’s not exactly at the front of my mind right now. Terrible storm and all, but I’m still for it.” He confirmed with a small nod. ”Thats an easy enough condition, if I knew how to spend time with people. Therefore, I’d like to know about your feelings towards smash bros.” That was one of the first things he thought of. <br/><br/>”But real talk for a second. Your sure your feeling fine? Nothing out of place or different?” Rakutsu didn’t believe Chris walked out of the storm unchanged. Not fully, anyways. People who were hit got powers and changed to a degree. The girls appearances can change, but others got permanent alterations too. Like Rex. Did Chris simply win the lottery and got a power that didn’t change his appearance? It was impossible to tell.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Smash is fine, although I have an emulator for Melee if you're thinking about keeping things professional," Chris replied in a rather rapid pace. "Otherwise I prefer Ultimate and-"<br/><br/>He laughed. "Heh, you almost sound like my Mom now. Naw don't worry, the doctors didn't find anything that'd be bad. Actually I got this cool scar, although I shouldn't show it with present company around..."<br/><br/>Chris looked over briefly at Ryoko and Teruko, blushing a bit.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">”Speaking of which, I need to ask you something Amrita. What was that back there? You fought like you knew what you were doing and your attitude didn’t match the scene. It’s you have experience with all of this.” The girl’s actions kept bugging him since the incident. He didn’t leave room for her to deflect in his tone. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Amrita closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and there’s no way I can say it without sounding like I’m crazy.”<br/><br/>“We’re not gonna drag you, Rita!” Leslie replied, taking a bite of one of Rakutsu’s cookies. “You could tell us you’re the Centurion’s secret granddaughter and I’d believe you!”<br/><br/>“Please take this seriously,” Amrita said. “So, after getting struck by lightning, I had these...memories, most of which weren’t my own. Actually they were, but from past lives. I just<em>knew</em>what to do, to separate myself from the carnage, how to use my powers instinctively. I think...I think that I’m the Scarab.”<br/><br/>Leslie and Amy looked at her confused, although Kaitlyn gasped.<br/><br/>“Least someone here’s familiar with the name,” Amrita said.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Intelligence DC 10</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rakutsu recalls from US History class that the Scarab was one of the original members of the Freedom League, which itself was a post-WW2 successor to the Liberty Legion. Nobody knew his true identity even after his death, but the Scarab was a psychic whose soul had reincarnated countless times since Ancient Egypt; or at least that was the official story. He perished in battle in 1977 against the Scions of Sobek, sorcerous allies of the fascist terrorist organization SHADOW. The Scarab was one of Earth’s foremost psychics, expressing mastery in telekinesis and telepathy.</div></div><br/><em>If Rakutsu failed the roll, Kaitlyn will explain it. “You all haven’t heard? The Scarab was one of the Freedom League’s first members! The Egyptian Psychic, the red and gold costume and cape?”</em><br/><br/>“Well if that’s true, then we have<em>two</em>expert superheroes with us!” Leslie exclaimed as she slung a shoulder over Amrita and tried to do the same with Rakutsu.<br/><br/>“Wait, hold up,” Kaitlyn said as she held up her hand. “Right now we just got to get a grip on our abilities. I mean, things are crazy right now and Emerald City needs all the help it can get, but we should take things one step at a time.”<br/><br/>“True,” Amrita replied. “But during the Storm all the phones and cameras were off, and the people who went crazy at the zoo may not remember our faces. But we still have to be careful from now on if we use our powers. We should-”<br/><br/>After being silent for a while, Amy got up off the couch and moved for the front door.<br/><br/>“Amy!” Amrita called out. “Where are you going?”<br/><br/>“I’m sorry guys,” she said, visibly shaking. “But it’s all too much right now. Adolfo and Rex are in the hospital, and this guy I know on Twitter who works on Yellow Brick Row, hasn’t posted since the Storm hit. I was<em>attacked</em>by some freaky mouse-girl, and now all this!”<br/><br/>Leslie frowned. “I’m sorry, Amy. We’re taking this seriously, honest!”<br/><br/>“But I...I’m scared,” Amy continued. “Of my own changes. Last night I could hear the crickets outside. Like they were talking and stuff. Those chirps? They all just wanna get laid, and...that’s not the only thing. When Dad opened the spice cabinet today, I felt like I was going to pass out!”<br/><br/>She stumbled over to the wall, back slouching against it as she slid to a crouch. “It’s all so...weird!”<br/><br/>Kaitlyn ran over to give her a hug. Amrita did the same thing, placing a hand on her knee.<br/><br/>“It’s gonna be okay, Amy,” Kaitlyn consoled.<br/><br/>“We’re gonna get through this together, all of us,” Amrita said.<br/><br/>Leslie averted her gaze,looking off the side as she twirled one of her pigtails around her finger.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Amy gets 1 Hero Point.</div></div><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><strong>Training</strong></span></span><br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/1PULQ1V.jpg)</div><br/>Scene Music (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1mUPo8HxABU)<br/><br/>The directions Kaitlyn gave to Rakutsu led to an out of the way warehouse at the city’s Riverfront. Not even this section of town had escaped tourist traps, for even an old fish cannery has been converted into a multi-level shopping mall.  On the way there Rakutsu passed by hole-in-the-wall bookstores and antique shops competing with more family-friendly entertainment. The more plain-looking boats coming to and from port betrayed the district’s roots, and the plain warehouses stood arranged in grid-like rows.<br/><br/>Amrita and the rest of the girls were waiting outside, and the warehouse’s interior had room to spare. The odd forklift and empty shipping containers were the only real features, and a rusty walkway leading to a single-room office that overlooked the hollow expanse. Sounds of ship horns, truck engines, and other noises outside were not constant but frequent enough to be a predictable feature.<br/><br/>“So I was thinking,” Amrita began, “of using this as a sort of training course. The place is noisy enough that anything we do inside here shouldn’t be too obvious, and it’s close to the water for Kate’s powers.”<br/><br/>Kaitlyn twiddled her fingers. “I...this warehouse is being rented by my family zaibatsu, so I know when it’ll be empty, hehe. Oh, and the security cameras have a false loop, so we aren’t being recorded.”<br/><br/>Leslie rolled out a wardrobe from the back. “If we’re gonna be super, then we gotta look the part! I got some outfits for that swagger!”<br/><br/>She twiddled her thumbs. “Eheh Rakutsu, you got the experience but that gas mask...doesn’t have the drip. Was thinking of trying some of these outfits if you’re okay with it.”<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">”The black and gold plus the red scarf has a nice choice, and the armor design brings out a sense of badass.”</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DEjzx-jV0AEgU6m.jpg)</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">"Figured to have at least one that fits with the dragon theme. Also blue and white to be different from the first."</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Dpj4ey9UYAApFip.jpg)</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">“And maybe something darker and less flashy if that’s your style. Was thinking something like a ninja. I hope that’s not racist.”</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/2f/56/bd/2f56bd406fa517ddb1adecb473fdcd2e.jpg)</div></div><br/><em>Montage Time! This part’s pure narration. I suggest a dress-up scene, a mock battle, and strength/endurance/movement tests on empty cargo containers as a few ideas.</em><br/>