<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.crestock.com/images/2260000-2269999/2262684-xs.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Thunderclap</span></span><br/><em>Sonic Clap</em><br/><strong>STR:</strong>6<strong>SPE:</strong>0<strong>INT:</strong>2<br/><strong>DUR:</strong>4<strong>AGL:</strong>1<strong>PER:</strong>3<br/><br/><strong>Location</strong><em>Hall of Order. Situation room</em><br/><br/>Newell considered Majesty's words and gave a slight shake of the head. There had been a time, back before he'd dropped out of college to go on that first road tour, when he had been dating a girl with such abilities and she had seemed to think that almost anyone could learn it. "It's like anything else, Newell," she had said. "Sure you have prodigies and people born with above the norm Gifts and Talents in the Arts, but with the right mindset and enough practice, casting spells is open to the universe."<br/><br/>She had been fun and a good time in bed, but the materialism of his then burgeoning career combined with the long hours of seperation and made for a doomed relationship. He had, however, learned how to change whatever he was wearing into something else. It was handy both as a superhero and professionally. No one knew exactly how he managed some of those quickchanges on stage. Thinking about Sheila, however, made him think that they definitely needed to protect the Scarab. Whether by decoy, standing guard, or merely keeping watch from a subtle distance, he wasn't sure; just that something needed to be done to keep it out of the League's hands.<br/><br/>Or from under their destructive powers.<br/><br/>"I agree," Thunderclap said. "I'm kind of surprised something like this hasn't been done before now. Don't museums and galleries sometimes set out decoys of pieces they fear their security isn't up for protecting from theft or vandalism?"