Nick's Cleveland Session

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<Antioch|GM> Freddy's phone has blown up with notifications overnight. There's been rioting in all corners of the city, it seems, bad enough that the Protectorate's gotten some out-of-town reinforcements.
<Antioch|GM> To the best of his knowledge, there's been no notice from his dad about his instatement in the Wards, but he finds himself on the patrol roster for today nonetheless.
<Antioch|GM> East Cleveland Peacekeeping and Riot Suppression Detail: Feral, Crimson Hand, Joyeuse.
<Antioch|GM> There's a scheduled briefing -- extremely brief, as it happens, with only 15 minutes allotted to it on his digital scheduler. Time seems to be of the essence, though they've left him undisturbed enough to get a full night's sleep. ||
<Nick|Joyeuse> The uninterrupted sleep is extremely welcome. Freddy's sleep schedule's been messed up since Sigma's attack. Hopefully this is the first step to get back on top of it. Being put on the patrol schedule isn't unwelcome, but it is confusing. He expected that he'd get a costume first, at least. He guesses the department's short staffed enough and that the issues are important enough that they need everyone they can have and more.
<Nick|Joyeuse> Everything's starting to come to a crescendo. Freddy had some sort of idea that the city wasn't in a good place, but it's all becoming exceedingly obvious how bad things are. It makes him a bit nervous. Is he ready to get into another fight after what happened? As hard as he tries to convince himself that the answer is yes, his gut tells him no. More fighting is just going to lead to more people dying. Like Khandhas. Like Absynthesis.
<Nick|Joyeuse> He takes a breath. He has to concentrate. A hero needs conviction. It's not like he's on the strike squad, thank god. He can do this. After putting on some of the Wards apparel in his closet, he heads to the briefing. ||
<Nick|Joyeuse> ((brother was ready earlier than expected, brb))
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<Antioch|GM> He gets to the meeting room earlier than some of the other capes, watching them trickle in. Four new capes, presumably the reinforcements, are sitting on one end of the table, and ---
<Antioch|GM> And there appears to be a gigantic mechanical fortress hovering over the PRT headquarters. ||
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<Nick|Joyeuse> ...
<Nick|Joyeuse> Wow, that's impressive. Hopefully (and most likely) it belongs to one of the reinforcement capes, and not to someone who's part of the reason that everything's going to shit. Freddy fidgets in his seat. He hopes that he doesn't have a specific place he's suupposed to sit at. He doesn't like being first, and especially not when arriving alone. He scans the faces of the capes entering, looking for Annemarie or Tara. Those are really the only people he's had more than a one-off greeting with, so far.
<Nick|Joyeuse> The fact he's supposed to patrol with Feral and one of the reinforcements hits him. He barely knows them. Feral seems alright, at least from the two or three sentences he heard from her. And she offered him an autograph. He's never met the new guy, though. This whole building is full of strangers. He hardly knows anyone. It makes him want to leave. But that's not really an option, and besides, his whole goal was to get here. He's staying. He pulls up his feet onto the chair and crosses his legs. ||
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<Antioch|GM> Cwn Annwn comes in, asking a couple of questions. He's more than heard of her, really, even chimed in on one of her forum threads. Listening in, he's able to figure out who's who, out of the reinforcements.
<Antioch|GM> She seems like a nervous wreck in person. ||
<Nick|Joyeuse> Freddy's gotten a lot of reminders and hints recently that superheroes are just people. And not always good people. The type of person who was a villain before being a hero? It makes sense that Cwn's not entirely put together. He's slightly disappointed. He thought that maybe she could help him join the Wards, when he was reading her thread. That would have been a lot easier than what actually happened, but the illusion of the online persona being removed makes it seem unlikely that that would have worked at all.
<Nick|Joyeuse> Still no one he knows. And everyone else is talking, and he's just sitting here in his chair being nervous. It's not a good atmosphere. ||
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<Antioch|GM> Most of the Wards come in, Knuckleball, Switchblade, Embody. He doesn't see Ripcord or Lumina. Other Protectorate capes, other out-of-town capes he doesn't recognize.
<Antioch|GM> Embody gives him a little wave, and the Wards take their seats next to him. He catches snippets of the discussion between Valiant and Cwn Annwn. ||
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<Nick|Joyeuse> Blackmail? Why would someone blackmail people to riot? Or are they rioting because of some other reason? It must be really bad out there. Freddy wants to help. If Tinkers are looking for some Tinker thing, that's probably related to why Antithesis attacked the hospital. Trying to get Blake. Killing Khandhas and Absynthesis.
<Nick|Joyeuse> He wants to know why that happened. Get back at the people who made it happen. Longinus is gone, probably, but all the other Tinkers out there aren't blameless.
<Nick|Joyeuse> He's antsy. Why is it taking so long for everyone to get here? Why are people so slow? There's rioting out there and a bunch of insane Tinkers trying to kill people. ||
<Antioch|GM> One by one, the rest of the capes arrive. Fleetfoot arrives with Ripcord in tow, Lumina comes in looking disheveled and preoccupied. The two Wards take their seats near the rest of the group, and Valiant stands up, not wanting to waste any more time.
<Antioch|GM> He stands at the center of the room, the window looking over the city his backdrop. There are multiple plumes of smoke dotting the horizon.
<Antioch|GM> "The city is in crisis, so I'll keep this fast. All of the squads save for Squad 3 have been deployed to assist the police in peacekeeping efforts. Liar's Dice, Undine, Knuckleball, Switchblade, Embody, and Ripcord, you're our primary strike force. Isolating and capturing priority targets. Avalon will handle your deployment, but your targets will be informed
<Antioch|GM> by Liar's Dice and his ability."
<Antioch|GM> "Sirocco, Crimson Hand, the two of you will lead individual teams for nonlethal riot suppression and crowd control. Crimson Hand, you'll be with Feral and Joyeuse."
<Antioch|GM> "Fleetfoot, you'll be with Sirocco. Topaz, Hammerwatch, Cwn Annwn and I will create a perimeter about the Tinker zone and tighten the net."
<Antioch|GM> "Gigawatt, Vorpal, Indomitable, and Lumina, the four of you will be flexible response, though we're expecting you to be deployed to the Tinker zone as stragglers slip through or attempt to bolt."
<Antioch|GM> "Understood?"
<Antioch|GM> ||
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<Nick|Joyeuse> Joyeuse. Right. That's him.
<Nick|Joyeuse> What an introduction into the team. He's not even with any other Wards. He doesn't have a costume. He doesn't know any of the rules or procedures. OK. He has to stay calm. He can do it. He's a superhero now, even if he doesn't feel like one. He'll be using his power to help everyone else. That's what he wants, after all.
<Nick|Joyeuse> It takes him a second to register Valiant's question. He starts nodding a few moments after everyone else. ||
<Antioch|GM> "Lumina?" Valiant asks, turning to look at the Ward, whose hand is upraised. "You had something to say?"
<Antioch|GM> "Just in case Avalon didn't catch it... I intercepted a broadcast from whoever owns or... based on his condition owned the large tinker base. He was complaining that his first group didn't finish the job as quick as he wanted. He was talking about his prizes in the base and basically saying come get it before broadcasting the location."
<Antioch|GM> Lumina looks a little worried as she says this. "I just thought it should be known."
<Antioch|GM> "So we can expect a second wave of vultures," Hammerwatch replies. "Lovely."
<Antioch|GM> "I got it from Sentinel's old equipment," she says. "It was supposed to hit any tinker-based radio equipment, so any other tinker in town might know now too. And with the rest of the chaos going on... I kind of expect a rush to claim the prize."
<Antioch|GM> "We'll bear that in mind. The current plan is to keep Longinus's base on complete lockdown from the exterior, but it means we may be dealing with foes inside and out. I'll trust Liar's Dice and his group to intercept the outsiders as they come," Valiant replies.
<Antioch|GM> "The nature of the prize was discussed in vague terms," he continues, "under the circumstances of Forgemaster's defection. Any new information along those lines?"
<Antioch|GM> "He mentioned it was some big project dealing with his dimensional stuff," Lumina replies, shaking her head.
<Antioch|GM> "Understood," Valiant says. "We can't discount the possibility that the Tinkers invading his base will co-opt his technology and teleport elsewhere, ignoring the cordons and perimeters. Stay alert, keep your notifications in mind. We're coordinating with Primus and the People, and it's likely that we'll need a strike force targeting the interior of the base
<Antioch|GM> itself."
<Antioch|GM> "My team will be laying the groundwork towards making that strike a possibility." ||
<Nick|Joyeuse> Teleporting Tinkers? Working with Primus and the People?
<Nick|Joyeuse> Hopefully 'coordinating' doesn't mean having to work closely with Primus. He's had enough of them for a lifetime. Working with the People is good, though. Blake's probably doing something more important than suppressing riots, but it's good to know he's on the same side.
<Nick|Joyeuse> Freddy stays sitting. Is that the end of the speech? Is there more? ||
<Antioch|GM> It seems to be the end of it, short and to the point. The Wards break off into their strike force, meeting up with Undine and Liar's Dice, while Lumina seems to have vanished away, likely back to her lab. Feral walks over to him and puts a hand on his shoulder.
<Antioch|GM> "Rough first day, huh?" ||
<Nick|Joyeuse> Freddy involuntarily leans away from her touch. He gets up out of the chair.
<Nick|Joyeuse> "Yeah." No kidding. "I, uh, don't even have a costume yet." He sort of wants to laugh and sort of wants to curl up in a ball on his bed.
<Nick|Joyeuse> "I'm... I want to help, tough. I'm ready." At least, he wants to think he is. If he says it, it's almost like a promise to himself. ||
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<Antioch|GM> "About that," she says, "we do have a costume for you, actually. It was a bit of a rush job, but it's not bad. It's on the third floor. Come with me?" ||
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<Nick|Joyeuse> Freddy glances around for Crimson Hand. "OK, yeah."
<Nick|Joyeuse> Sorensen must have been up all night to have made it so fast, or something. He's excited. A costume is the thing that really marks you as a superhero. Not mentally, or morally, but it's what people see that lets them know you're one. What's Eidolon without his glow? Well, still Eidolon, but you know. After the power and the name, the costume is pretty big. It'll be a lot easier to be out there, helping out, if he's in costume. ||
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<Antioch|GM> Crimson Hand is hanging around the edge of the table, looking far too nonchalant for the crisis they're in, with messy blonde hair peeking out from under his mask. He gives a leisurely salute to Feral, or Freddy, or both.
<Antioch|GM> They take the elevator down to the third floor into Sorensen's office. Freddy's assumption on the all-nighter seems to be pretty on the nose -- there are a few empty mugs on the desk, and the PR director looks like a pale zombie.
<Antioch|GM> "As far as aesthetics are concerned," Sorensen says, without much preamble, "there will be improvements. This was designed overnight with functionality and protection in mind."
<Antioch|GM> He gestures towards a mannequin wearing an honest-to-god set of chain mail and tabard, with a full-face helm-and-mask that seems to have a crown fused to the top of it. There's a leather belt with a sheathed sword hanging off the hip, and a sturdy maybe-leather material beneath the metal. ||
<Nick|Joyeuse> Chain mail! A helmet! A freakin' sword! As bare-bones as Sorensen claims it is, Freddy couldn't be more happy with it. His face splits into a huge grin. He raises his hands towards the costume, as if to say "holy shit, that's mine."
<Nick|Joyeuse> Right. Suppressing riots. Saving the city.
<Nick|Joyeuse> "Is there somewhere I can get changed?" Still, his smile is clear in his voice. ||
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<Antioch|GM> Sorensen nods. "The bathroom across the hall from my office has a changing section. If you need help with the belt or chain mail, come by once you've got the leathers on. They used to have squires for this sort of thing."
<Antioch|GM> He blinks a little, then bemusedly adds, "Huh, maybe you could make one." ||
<Nick|Joyeuse> Freddy nods. He takes the costume off the mannequin in pieces. He leaves the belt in Sorensen's office and takes the rest to the bathroom. It's awkward to carry the whole thing, especially because of the weight of the chainmail.
<Nick|Joyeuse> He puts on the costume as well as he can, taking off any clothing that proves to be too bulky to fit comfortably underneath. He definitely does not want a rat helping him get dressed. He shudders.
<Nick|Joyeuse> Oh, wait. Minion. He's supposed to call them minions now. ||
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<Antioch|GM> He puts on the leather parts first, long-sleeved tunic with gloves, pants, then moves onto the chainmail. As he hefts the chainmail, he realizes that it's lighter than anticipated -- heavier than any other clothes he'd otherwise wear, sure, but by no means cumbersome. It jingles slightly as he puts it on, and then he puts his tabard over it. All that's left
<Antioch|GM> is his helm and his sword. He has a sword! Is that safe? ||
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<Nick|Joyeuse> Huh, the chain mail must be aluminum or something, not steel.
<Nick|Joyeuse> He's sure about one thing. No one's ever taught him how to use a sword. It's probably not meant to be used today. He's sure he'll get lessons later. Or he can give it to a rat in case of emergency. Minion. He can give it to a minion in case of emergency.
<Nick|Joyeuse> He looks at himself in the mirror. He's got a costume now, and it's totally badass. He looks pretty much like a real superhero.
<Nick|Joyeuse> He walks back to Sorensen's office. ||
<Antioch|GM> ((Hmm. A... Wits roll, please.))
<Nick|Joyeuse> $roll 1d6+1 Wits
<[ATM]> Nick|Joyeuse "Wits" [2] +1 = 3
<Antioch|GM> As he walks, he finds his hand drawn to the pommel of the sword. It feels natural, resting it there, as normal as sticking his hand in his pocket.
<Antioch|GM> Sorensen eyes him as he steps in the room.
<Antioch|GM> "Fantastic," he says, looking him up and down. "Everything fit well enough, nothing too tight or too loose? There are always measurement concerns that come up for metal rather than fabric." ||
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<Nick|Joyeuse> Freddy feels it out. He raises his arms, rolls his shoulders.
<Nick|Joyeuse> "I think it's OK," he says. "Kind of feels weird, but I think I'm just not used to it yet."
<Nick|Joyeuse> "It's great. Thanks, really. I love it." He smiles again. He feels like a leader, someone people will look up to. Even if everyone here is tall enough that they can't. ||
<Antioch|GM> ((How tall is Freddy again? Feral is 5'3".))
<Nick|Joyeuse> ((oh, lol))
<Nick|Joyeuse> ((redact))
<Nick|Joyeuse> "It's great. Thanks, really. I love it." He smiles again. He feels like a leader, someone people will look up to. Even if the only one here who could physically look up to him is Feral. ||
<Nick|Joyeuse> ((he's 5'4"))
<Antioch|GM> Perhaps he still has room to grow.
<Antioch|GM> "Have you seen the sword yet?" Sorensen asks. "I know you haven't had the requisite training, but it's blunted -- and people are generally more likely to listen to someone who's pointing a sword at them." ||
<Nick|Joyeuse> He draws it. It's funny to think of him as someone who'd point a sword at someone. ||
<Antioch|GM> The sword, too, is astonishingly light. The metal is bright, with an almost bluish tint to it, with alternating bands of light and dark rippling along the length of it. Sure enough, the edges are visibly blunted -- not like the sword was once sharp, then dulled, but as if it was never made to slash anything in the first place. ||
<Nick|Joyeuse> That's fucking cool. Maybe when he gets training on how to use it, they'll give him a sharp sword, but he's more than happy with this one for today. He slashes it experimentally, being careful not to move it too quickly, drop it, or hit anything. It's not as easy to move as he expected. ||
<Antioch|GM> "I was able to procure this on short demand because it's one of Forgemaster's old creations," Sorensen explains. "We ran it through testing and it's safe -- inert, really. It was, if I recall, originally intended to be coupled with one of Forgemaster's alloy destabilizers, or whatever they're called -- it's supposed to swing /through/ people and leave them
<Antioch|GM> coated in a shell of rapidly cooling metal where they were hit, looking at the documentation."
<Antioch|GM> "Er, guess that wasn't really relevant," he says, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You can just think of it as a blunt sword that looks pretty damn cool." ||
<Nick|Joyeuse> Freddy's eyes widen. What the fuck? Tinker sword that traps people in molten metal? That's overkill.
<Nick|Joyeuse> He nods. "Are we ready to go now?" ||
<Antioch|GM> "Yeah," Feral says. "Don't wanna miss the fun. Thanks a bunch, Sor."
<Antioch|GM> "Maybe if you stop shredding your costume every chance you get I'll put in the effort of designing a good one for you," he replies, grinning weakly. "Wake me up when you guys've won." ||
<Nick|Joyeuse> ((one sec, dealing with the thing mentioned in relationships))
<Nick|Joyeuse> ((nvm))
<Nick|Joyeuse> Freddy smiles. "Thanks again," he says. He turns to go. Maybe this won't be such a rough first day after all. He has a costume, Feral seems pretty great, and he gets to go be a superhero.  ||
<Antioch|GM> When they get back on the fifth floor, Crimson Hand's waiting near the stairs to the roof.
<Antioch|GM> "Ready to go?" he asks, then extends a red-gauntleted hand for Freddy to shake. "Crimson Hand. You're... Joyeuse, was it?" ||
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<Nick|Joyeuse> "Yeah, that's me." The name isn't really his yet, though. Hopefully after today he can claim it as such.
<Nick|Joyeuse> "I'm ready." He's more sure now. He actually is ready. He's gonna go out and help, and it's gonna be great, and even if people get hurt, he'll be minimizing it. ||
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<Antioch|GM> "You wanna get your, uh, minions ready before we head out?" Feral asks. "Zykov's notes said you needed a little bit of time to build 'em." ||
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<Nick|Joyeuse> "Sure," he says. "What should they be able to do? Anything special?" He's going into an actual conflict, and he's preparing for it, even excited for it. It feels nothing like the attack on the hospital, but it still lingers in his mind. Are they going to die out there? Watch someone else die? WIth her power, is he going to have to watch Feral be killed over and over again? He tries not to think about it. That's not something he should be focusing on. ||
<Antioch|GM> "Hmm... let's go for really beefy ones, grabbing people and holding them down sort of thing, and maybe a 'jump outta the shadows' one," she suggests. ||
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<Nick|Joyeuse> Alright. Freddy starts the creation of two minions who are good at holding people down and keeping them immobile. He can make sneaky minions quickly, so he doesn't bother starting that one yet. Anyway, he can only start two at a time.
<Nick|Joyeuse> "I'll make the beefy ones now, and wait until we get there to make the sneaky one. It'll be faster."
<Nick|Joyeuse> ((custom statline 4/2/2/2/2/2/3 for the big ones, with two pips in stronghold, one in withstand, and one in endure, normal sly rats for the sneaky ones that'll come later, if I'm remembering my power right)) ||
<Antioch|GM> ((Roger that.))
<Antioch|GM> Two minions saunter and swagger out of the hallway, entering the three's line of sight. They're heavily-muscled, both looking like and being built like professional wrestlers, complete with somewhat torn clothing.
<Antioch|GM> "Cream of the crop!" one exclaims, flexing.
<Antioch|GM> "Rising to the top," the other agrees.
<Antioch|GM> Crimson Hand tilts his head at them, but shrugs and turns to the roof exit.
<Antioch|GM> "Alright, let's do this." ||
<Nick|Joyeuse> Are they rhyming? Why are his minions always so weird?
<Nick|Joyeuse> "Be quiet," Freddy tells them, before turning to Crimson Hand.
<Nick|Joyeuse> "OK, let's go," he says, putting a bit of enthusiasm into it. ||
<Antioch|GM> They ascend the ramp onto Avalon's Citadel, Feral leading the way. It's bitterly cold outside, but the leathers and lining beneath his armor go a long way towards keeping him insulated.
<Antioch|GM> The minions follow, apparently uncaring of the cold.
<Antioch|GM> "Deployment for five to southeast Cleveland, coming right up," Avalon says. "Step this way."
<Antioch|GM> She shows them to a round room, enough for everyone, minions included, to sit down in. ||
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<Nick|Joyeuse> Fredfy enters the room. This Citadel is impressive. Just shows what Tinkers can do. Unfortunately, they aren't all good like Avalon. He tries to imagine what good Antithesis would have been able to do as a hero. Maybe something as impressive as the Citadel. Maybe not. They can never know, now. He sits down. ||
<Nick|Joyeuse> ((Freddy*))
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<Antioch|GM> They enter one of the Citadel's deployment pods, and the doors slide shut. He doesn't feel any motion, and it's quiet for... five, maybe ten seconds, tops. The door swings open again, and he's on the other side of town.
<Antioch|GM> Office buildings, restaurants, homes and apartments have been ruined. Some people are panicking, trying to escape their homes with what little they can carry, while others are snatching things from abandoned stores or homes en masse. Difficult to pick the two apart, at first glance.
<Antioch|GM> There's a cacophony of car alarms, people yelling and screaming, the high-pitched, shriller sound of burglar and smoke alarms.
<Antioch|GM> A city in chaos. ||
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<Nick|Joyeuse> This is fucked up. How much can three people do to this much destruction? Freddy's costume-confidence doesn't hold up too well in the face of what they're actually here to do. He's not completely deflated, but his face falls a fraction.
<Nick|Joyeuse> Freddy turns to Feral. He doesn't know if she or Crimson Hand is in charge, but Feral's local. She probably knows what to do. ||
<Antioch|GM> Feral doesn't have any complex orders to give.
<Antioch|GM> She strides out of the Tinker deployment pod -- and at this point, people have paused, starting to notice.
<Antioch|GM> She cracks her neck and knuckles far too loudly, grinning from ear to ear.
<Antioch|GM> "Let's keep the peace."
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<Antioch|GM> ((Pause, for the time being. Let's schedule a follow-up sometime next week.))
<Nick|Joyeuse> ((sounds good))