Yessir
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Faustus is now known as FaustAndAbout
"...I assure you that with all of my strength, I will attempt to fulfill my duties as the new Wilmington Director."
Applause fills the living room, as the TV shows Wilmington's new Director at city hall. Steven is on the couch, Frank and Jen sitting nearby, and Suzie kicking her legs in the air while laying on the floor. Behind the sofa, his mom paces, half-watching the TV with a phone raised to her ear.
It's fairly early in the morning, but that didn't stop her from getting everyone up to see the newscast about the mayor and Director Clarkson. She's been horribly stressed since Steven and his siblings returned home yesterday, and still seems worried about Suzie's recent injuries. At least Jen covered enough to avoid her discovering their powers. That could
have been a nightmare. ||
As Osmose, he watches because it's in his best interests to find out as much as possible about the new director. Being a key figure in the Keystones and all that. But as Steven he's annoyed that his mom is being so crazy, and making her kids watch political bs with her.
She hasn't chilled out since they'd gotten home. When he'd come home the day after killing Proof he hadn't gone all crazy on them. He side eyes her, and then switches his gaze to Suzie. It's a miracle she hasn't been discovered but he's glad for it. He still has no idea what he's going to do with her.
He sneaks a look at his phone -his mom would bitch at him if she caught him looking at it- to see if Susan or Sammy has sent him a message.
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His was on silent before, but he now sees that he did receive a text from Sammy just a few minutes ago.
"Hey Osmose, heads up. There's a weird guy walking around the neighborhood. Are you free to come in?"
"This is boooooooring," Suzie says from the floor, as the TV shows the Director answering various questions.
"Shush," their mom states, "They might say something about what to do now. We are not missing it."
"They already told us to shut up and wait," Jen grumbles, and their mom shoots her a warning look. ||
(Hey Steven*)
Steven narrows his eyes. He needs to get out of here but his mom is going to make it /hard/. He decides he's gonna try it anyway, the tactic comes to him quick. He does what he does best.
He groans.
"Mom... my stomach hurts. I think I ate something bad earlier..."
He says it in his most pitiful voice.
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((Roll Soc))
$roll 1d6+1 Social
CG|Osmose "Social" [6] +1 = 7
She blinks, her pacing stopped. Her worry increases even more as she looks at Steven.
"Okay, okay," she says, punching the end button on the phone. "Doctors or hospitals /still/ aren't picking up. I think I have some pills somewhere, just hold tight honey."
She moves toward the back of the house, planning to raid the medicine cabinet for all it's worth. ||
He stands up all 6'1" and half staggers to the hallway. "Don't worry mom. I'm just gonna try and go to sleep."
As he continues towards his room he adds over his shoulder "You're missing the thing and you'll have to tell me about it tomorrow."
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$roll 1d6 Wits
Camtist|GM "Wits" [1]  = 1
"Alright, fine," she replies, slamming the medicine cabinet shut in frustration. "Maybe we can make some soup tonight."
"I'll make some," Frank says from the living room. The last thing Steven hears before closing the door is Suzie gasping at the TV, now apparently much more interested. ||
(soup for lunch.*)
Damn it. He tricked them too well.
Still he has some time to work with. He grabs some pillows and stuffed animals to make a shape underneath his covers. Then he grabs the bandanna he's been using since he left his armor with Groundskeeper. He opens the window and hops out. "I'm on my way." He texts Sammie.
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((Uzi tucked in the waistband of course))
Outside, the neighborhood is almost exactly as it used to be. Sure, litter was blown here and there, and the neighbor's car is gone from the driveway, but overall the storms didn't seem to come even close to the area.
Ellardy is now known as EllardyColour
Steven, now Osmose with the bandanna tied on, makes his way through the deserted streets. It's still somewhat early, the sun still rising and the pungent smell of dried blood flowing in from the more destroyed areas of the city. Most of the neighborhood has shut themselves in, calling around and watching the news like his mom. It makes for an easy walk
though, and Osmose soon reaches the Keystone's base.
The house is the same as before, a few flecks of blood and bits of debris scattered around the street, but only one car is parked in the driveway. Most of the members went home on the night after the storm hit, caring to their own matters after checking in. There shouldn't be too many people to be here. ||
He almost laughs at the irony of the situation when he sees the condition outside his house. None of the stuff that happened to them would have happened if he didn't panic and run them across town. He'd even stolen a car.
He feels like a harder dirtier version of himself. The Osmose of a weeks ago was a childish brute, in fancy paintball armor. Now he's running the streets in jeans a tanktop and a bandanna, a submachine gun tucked into his waistband. A harder Osmose for a harder Wilmington.
He steps into the house, to see who's inside. He's interested to find out about this weird person.
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In the house, Sammy, Rory, Discorsi, and Inspire are all huddled on the couch, looking at a laptop. Discorsi is out of costume, blond hair and childish face free for all to see, while Inspire still wears his hockey mask and flip flops. Osmose doesn't see the usual air of cheer around him.
Sammy notices Osmose enter. "Osmose, you're gonna want to see this," he says, waving him over. The brute can't help but notice that the sleeve of his friend's overcoat is sagging, empty. ||
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Sammy has lost everything. His family, his arm, and he's still out her fighting. He has Osmose's utmost respect.
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Osmose walks over and musses Discorsi's hair, he claps Sammy on his shoulder, and holds his hand out to give Inspire daps. He goes to look at the laptop after greeting everybody.
"So what's going on?"
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Discorsi shoots Osmose a quick stink eye as she fixes her hair, but Inspire returns the favor.
"Bigfoot," Rory says, pointing to the laptop. On screen, a slightly blurry, stark red figure appears to be walking around a few deserted houses. It's hard to make out the picture, probably taken from a phone, but it looks to be carrying something long and green in one hand.
"I told you, Bigfoot's brown, not red," Sammy replies. "This is the weird guy." ||
Osmose chuckles at the bigfoot comment, but then studies the figure closely. Whatever it is, it sure looks weird.
"Do we have any info about whatever that thing is? Do you need me to go looking for it?" He asks.
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Zene is now known as Zene|AFK
"We know where it is," Sammy replies, "He stopped on a porch nearby, and started waving around that stick." He points to the green thing in its hand.
EllardyColour is now known as EllardyAsleep
"Problem is that he's on our turf, and we don't know why. He's also not a local, so we think he came after the storm." ||
"Sure thing, juice me up and I'll find out what this persons all about. Gotta protect the territory and all that." He says nonchalantly.
"Has he done anything else?"
He wonders what kind of person this guy will be.
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"He shouted the word 'Keystones' a few times, but that's about it," Rory says. "My bet's that he either wants to talk, or just try to kill us." She shrugs at the last statement.
Inspire claps his hands together, moving to face Osmose. "Alright, I'll come along, too."
The room takes a moment to realize what Inspire just said. "No, you won't," Discorsi replies, rejecting him immediately. ||
Osmose cocks his head at Inspire. He's never wanted to do anything like that before. "Why do you want to come along? Can you fight with your power Inspire?" Osmose asks.
Maybe Discorsi will stop him from whatever it is he's thinking.
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"If Bigfoot wants to talk, I want to be there," Inspire insists. "And, I can defend myself just fine, Camille."
$roll 2d6+2 Soc
Camtist|GM "Soc" [4] [2] +2 = 8
((2h6, whoops))
Sammy and Rory both look at the cape questioningly, but they don't interfere. Discorsi, however, looks angry.
((Roll Soc))
FosWork is now known as Fossil
((Do I still have Empathy or is it changed to Charm, and do either one apply?))
((Hm. You can change it to Charm or Invest, whichever one you want. Invest would apply to this roll, if you choose it))
((Hmm. Charm it is))