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IC: Nate glanced down from the smashed window, his powers allowing his eyes to zoom in on John's corpse. He turned away, moving back to and sitting on the couch, turning his collar up and nestling into it. He'd done what needed to be done. No glory in it, no satisfaction- for heaven's sake, he'd just killed a man who had been begging for his life, no matter how pitiful it might be. He'd killed him, the same way he'd killed Pietro. Because it needed to be done.

IC: Nate had moved so he was behind John, nocking his bow with a type of arrow he almost hadn't wanted to make. Well, not for the reason he made them, anyway. They were anti-healing arrows, barbed on both ends so a healing factor would merely cocoon them in scar tissue. Nate released the string, arrow sailing on a direct course for John's heart, aimed from where it couldn't hurt those who were past him.

IC: "Well, I suppose since you let me have some bacon I should let you have some of my fries."

IC: "The same way you say a baldfaced lie. Because if you break up with me, you won't get any fries at all."

IC: A knife sliced the bacon even with his lips, the extra part falling to the table and landing in a hamburger Betsy had taken the top bun off, which she promptly slapped back on and took a bite. "Warren. I can feel you wanting my fries."

IC: Betsy looked up, rolling one shoulder. "The taste is good enough, though they could have added more kiwi sauce." A psionic knife flickered into existence in her hand and buried itself in the seat, shearing the edge of his boot. "You eye my fries again and I'll cut you."

IC: Ronah cocked her head slightly to the side quizzically. "Oh, why? Wanting to test out your grenades on actual, sober law[n] enforcement?" Without looking at Stronin, she responded. "Since you're not carrying the devices in question and because I got within earshot in time to hear your entire conversation, I'm inclined to believe you."

IC: "Yes, the Sentinels should be here soon. Oh, wait." A Ga-Toa, blue armor stark against the sandy backdrop, stood with one gauntleted hand on her hip and the other holding a badge toward Jokaro. "They're already here. Or did you think you could tear gas my favorite bar in the city and get away with it?" she asked, smirking under her mask. IC: "They're smarter, faster, and stronger than us. Fantastic." Tera looked around, weapon still at the ready. "We know what happened to the outpost now, at least."

Can we just appreciate how GLORIOUS the Digital Trip "Spider Tank" is for allowing players to rampage through Chicago with this truly amazing vehicle?

Jenna approoooooved

IC: Nate shot Daken a death glare. "Screw making her jealous, you just completely invalidated my deal with the devil."

IC: Tali sighed and looked up into Dallas' eyes, the hint of a smile at her lips. "Well, how would you feel if I said 'ugh' and pushed you off the seat when you pulled that jump?" She asked, smirking. IC: Nate rolled over, the sunlight from the window streaming in on his face. His eyes went tightly closed and his hand fumbled clumsily for something- anything on the table to block out that stupid glow. A magazine on the table was the first thing he grabbed, and before he could realize what he was he was holding he had thrown it at the mechanism that controlled the blinds with surprising force, for someone half asleep. The collector's issue of BH&G smashed into the bar, the blinds falling down and irreparably crumpling the magazine. Something that sounded like a muffled "I've committed heresy" came from Nate's mouth.

So... Is it to late to register for this, now that the goal has been reached? I didn't know I could make it to Brickfair until today.

IC: "Alyssa Lowell." She shook Tera's hand, her relatively gentle grip belying her apparent strength. Her gaze turned to the others. "This is entirely voluntary, so I have to ask you all one question." "Are you in?"

IC: Tali stared straight at Dallas as her hand started to glow, crushing the head of the axe into dust, and kept staring at him as she released her grip and let metal shards fall from her fingers.

IC: "I never said the l-word in relation to me, don't get your panties in a wad." "Speaking of 'panties in a wad,'" Tali said under her breath.

Yeah, welcome to the game, hope to see you around! There used to be a thing for new players, but with the level of detail you got there... I think you'll be just fine.

IC: "Oh, you know you love it." Tali laughed and pushed herself up so she was vertical again, grinning from ear to ear. "Just don't break my back and we'll be fine."

IC: In a flash, Tera's weapon and shield were in her hands, Smiley pulling the sword off his back and a couple of Tera's soldiers drawing their own. "Do the legends say anything about how physically gifted they are?"

IC: "Oh, you have no idea." "Sometimes I feel like I have no idea, either." "One day, Dallas Green. One day."

Leon looks good. +1. And, my Hydra character. THE BEEEEES Name: Angela Apinai (app-pin nye) Parker Codename: None. Age: 20 Gender: Female Faction: Hydra Powers: Angela can control any kind and any number of bees. Her primary limitation is the speed of getting the insects to her location. Additionally, she can transform any part of her body or her entire form into bees, as well as any inanimate object she's touching, though that object will reassemble after an hour, the bees drawn irresistibly back to the original location of the item. She can also heal herself with insects. Appearance: A fairly pretty, brown eyed young woman. Her hair changed colors a lot as she was growing up, but appears to have settled on a dark brown streaked through with black and bright, bright yellow, reaching down a little past her shoulders. Weapons: None, apart from a single pistol. Skills: Excellent gardener and markswoman, as well as a fairly good harmonica player. Personality: Somewhat antisocial, Angela tends to avoid other members of her own species in favor of various kinds of animals, especially insects. Weaknesses: Bees are small and fragile creatures, as well as being weak to insecticides. Biography: How many ways can you say "ordinary?" Well, none of them apply. Born the child of Peter Parker a scant month before the Phoenix incident and pulled along with her mother on every business trip, neither Angela's DNA nor her life has ever been stable, until, finally, her mother looked to be settling down in Hollywood... And that's where, at the age of ten and in the garden outside their home, Angela was stung by a bee irradiated in a laboratory nearby, shifting her unstable DNA to another configuration entirely. History is doomed to repeat itself. Peter Parker's daughter was captured by a Hydra agent merely a year later on her way home from school, and subsequently taught how to use her powers... All for their glory, of course.