[ We find Our Heroes cruising along the streets of New York! They're on their way to find Jeremy and confront him, after which there will probably a great big knock-down drag-out fight scene! WOO! They're almost there, but they have just enough time to plan, if they actually choose to do so. Heh. Right. ] [ Session Start! ] So, we're running up against some punk who's 'perfect' in every way, eh? Whatcha think we should do? * Claire plans. Hmmmmm.... Hitting 'em till he falls down usually works for me. Except you might not be able to get close enough to hit him. Maybe you could move him to us? Um. Maybe I can get close enough. Well, if nothing else, I can play punching bag and distract him while you guys do your things. *grins* I think Daegal should confront him. Miya, you should hang back until he tries something, then you can get right next to him. And Eric can of course attack from a distance. * Miya nods. Okay. I mean, I heal fast. Better he chucks me through a wall than any of you guys, right? As for myself... I guess I could try to counter his telekinesis with my own. That... sounds like a good idea. Eh, that'd work. Wanna try that? Yeah. * Daegal nods. "I don't suppose telekinetics are 'specially vulnerable to 'yo mama' jokes..." I doubt it. Damn. There goes that idea. Only if they're made in good taste, eh? * Miya blinks. "Daegal has good taste?" 's why the idea when out the window. Oh. ... good taste? For 'yo mama' jokes? What, am I gonna yell out "Hey, Jeremy! Yo mama has such nice taste in clothes, she gets compliments all the time!" ( You take that back, man! ;_; ) * Claire snickers. * Eric chuckles. If you're gonna make nasty comments about someone's mama, you gotta go for the gusto. Like... "Yo mama's so stank, she gives sourdough a yeast infection." ( 5 points for the reference! ) (No clue. At ALL.) But yeah. Guess I'll just try ta drop him on his head repeatedly, or somethin'. Try not to hurt him too bad. C'mon, gimme some credit, man. I know how ta rough someone up without maimin' 'em... well, usually. [ And then you're there! ] * Miya takes a deep breath and adjusts her shades. She's a little MiB... kinda. "Okay! Okay." ( It's the Miya in Black! ) (^^) ( Where is 'there'? His house? A vacant lot? ^_^;;; ) (A cream pie.) (A corperate highrise?) ( A waffle ) (Kirby!) ( ... if we're fighting him in Kirby, I think we may need to call in the Avengers. =P ) ( The Avengers vs. Kirby. That'd be a riot. ) (Man, Kirby sucks!) ( Zounds! Yon puff doth sucketh like the thousand heads of Typhon! ) [ It's a house, old and big-looking. In fact, considering it's size, it's probably been divided into four or five apartments by now. Once you walk up to it, you notice that the doors are numbered, which would lend further credence to this theory. ] ( ... it's the Stay-Puft Marshmellow Man. ) * Miya fidgets and looks around. * Claire looks at the numbers, and comes up with the same theory. * Daegal checks the sheet of addresses they have. Which one is Jeremy? * Eric looks around uncomfortably. "Where's Mrs. Braddock?" [ This one's number nine, and Jeremy lives in number 5, which would put it around the side to the left. ] Okay, he's in five. So... what, do we knock and go in together? You and I should go. Miya and Eric should stay nearby but out of sight. [ Daphne's car pulls up behind Eric's, and Mrs. Braddock gets out, waves to Daphne, and heads up to the bunch of you. "Well. Do we have a plan?" ] * Miya edges to Eric and half-whispers to him, "It's because they're taller." * Eric nods and grins. Kinda. Current plan is for me'n Claire to go in, Eric'n Miya to do backup... can you keep him from blasting our brains from outside, Ms. Braddock? Um, what about Daphne? * Miya looks and waves at Daphne. * Daegal shrugs, and turns to Daphne. "Does backup with Miya'n Eric sound okay? I'm goin' in first to give him something to concentrate on." *grins* [ Daphne waves back before pulling away. "Possibly," says Mrs. Braddock, "Although to run that sort of interference I'll need somewhere to sit." She glances at the 'Cuda. "I don't think Hank will mind me using one of his cars." ] Too many of us going in at once would be suspicious. * Daegal nods at Ms. Braddock. "Good. Last thing we need is him throwing you all the way to the Bronx in the middle of the fight." [ Mrs. Braddock smirks. "Well, then. I suppose I should stay out here where it's safe for a poor, defenseless lady like myself." ] * Miya grumbles, "Bet she's not defenseless." Not sayin' y'are. But if he knocks ya out, we all end up brain-fried. And I for one can't afford ta lose any more brain cells. [ "That's the point." ] [ "At any rate, I'll be out here in the auto. I'll do what I can to keep him from cooking your minds." ] * Eric throws Ms. Braddock the keys. "Don't drive off, eh?" [ "I shan't." o/` ] Good. Eric, if he cooks my brains, please don't eat them. [ She walks over and gets in the car, and sits quietly. ] Nah. He wouldn't cook'em right, anyways. * Daegal grins. "Okay. Everyone ready?" * Miya nods. * Eric cracks his knuckles. "Ehh... Whenever you are." * Claire nods. Okay then. *starts toward appartment five* * Claire follows Daegal. * Eric follows! * Miya follows. At a distance. But not quite stealthy like ninja, because she is not ninja. ( Oh, BTW... reference was from "In Living Color" ) * Eric is following at about the distance Miya is. [ You all get there! Except those of you who deliberately don't. The door sits there doing what doors do. ] ( Zombirific ) (Brains.) * Daegal glances at Claire, waits until she looks like she's ready, nods... and KNOCKS! * Claire lets Daegal do the knocking. * Eric could knock at a distance. But that'd blow the door down. * Claire could knock at a distance and not blow the door down. But she doesn't have to. [ You hear a call of "Just a minute!" from within, and then Jeremy answers the door. "Oh, it's you guys." He smiles winningly. "Saw you watching practice today. What'd you think?" ] * Claire smiles. "Hi. You were very impressive." Good moves. Nice jumpshot, too. The academic fraud part was less impressive, though. [ He waves dismissively. "Oh, hey, I'd be nothin' without the rest of the team." ] ( Yes, it's Daegal Redd! Master of subtlety! ) [ "The whatnow?" ] The forged homework assignments Gary placed in your locker? *removes badge* Daegal Redd, NYPD Academic Fraud Bureau. We're very disappointed with you. Tsk tsk. [ "Cute. Did Mike put you up to this?" ] Nope. But wait, there's more! Care ta tell him what else he's won, Claire? * Claire frowns a bit. "He's convinced he found out you were cheating, Jeremy. I didn't want to believe it, so I figured we'd better hear your side of it." [ "My side? It's simple, really. Gary never put anything in my locker. I don't think he ever even goes near the locker." ] * Daegal gives Claire a slightly disappointed 'You cut off my groove!' look. (Dude, you've thrown off my groove!) Well that's interesting, seeing as how I saw hi- hmm. Hey now, didn't yo momma ever tell ya not to try to fry the brains of the police? That's a C felony, ya know. * Claire doesn't notice! She just sighs. "Jeremy, Daegal saw him." We meant to talk to you about it after practice, but we somehow lost track of time. And considering how punctual I tend to be, that strikes me as an oddity. [ Jeremy shrugs. "No, he just thinks he did. And he won't, right after I'm done with whoever's helping you two." ] * Claire shrugs. "So much for settling this maturely." She looks over at Daegal and nods. * Daegal shrugs, and tries to solve this argument peacefully and maturely with a swift kick to the jimmies. [ Daegal's foot goes 'thunk' against something invisible about a foot before reaching the objective jimmies. "Hey, now that wasn't nice." Roll init! ] ... aw, now that's just not right... *drops into a fighting stance* [ Go, Miya-chan! ] * Miya 's eyes widen and she vanishes in a flash of white, reappearing over Jeremy. She balances on his head and reaches down to cover his eyes and pinch at his cheeks. "Guess who!" ( "I guess you're Tom!" "It's always fun to guess when you play Guess Who!" ) [ Jeremy manages to keep his balance, but just barely. "Wha!?" ] [ Eric's turn. Go, Eric! ] * Eric peeks out from behind Daegal, his hand pulsating blue as he extends his finger and a pulsating blue beam of particles shoots straight from it torwards Jeremy. (Pulsate much?) (PULSATE!) (*pulsates Miya's head.) ( Doesn't he have to say something like, "My pulsating partical beam will put this conniving creap out of his misery."? Or is that just the villians? :P ) (Does Cyclops or Gambit talk to blow shit up?) ( Nono. That's in the '60's comics. ) ( Gambit talks all the time. Not Cyclops, tho. ) (He doesn't have stupid attack phrases, though. ~_^) ( He does in Marvel vs. Street Fighter :P ) [ The attack pulsates towards Jeremy, but suddenly is pulsated by an invisible (but doubtles pulsating) field! It pulsates harmlessly off the field, leaving Jeremy unscathed. ] * Eric grins. "So he can take a hit." [ Jeremy tries to pry Miya off his head. Miya needs to make a Defense roll with unarmed(grappling). ] [ Jeremy fails. Miya remains perched! ] [ Go, Claire! ] * Claire attempts to counter Jeremy's shield with her TK. [ The forces of two colossal minds collide, and there's a lot of noise and light and stuff! It's COOL! ] [ Go, Daegal! ] (Cool!) * Daegal scowls at his foot, eyes Jeremy, and tries to hit him with a double- axehandle blow to the stomach. (Quick Attack) ( "Cursed foot! How could you fail me?!" ) ( Pretty much, yeah. ) [ Daegal's smite strikes the same invisible force, but he apparently affects Jeremy anyway; he's starting to look a little haggard. ] [ Go, Miya! ] * Miya grabs a handful of Jeremy's hair, and yanks. [ Miya succeeds in yanking on his hair! Unfortunately, his reaction involves immediately falling over backwards. Miya needs a body(acrobatics- flips/jumps) to get clear before she's pinned to the floor! ] [ Miya does that, too. Jeremy falls! "Gah!" says he. ] * Miya lands lightly on her feet, then runs over and jumps onto him, using her weight to try to pin his arms and legs. Miya! Pulling hair in a fight... that's cheap, low, and just plain dirty! ... I'm so proud of you! (And we all know I'm very heavy.) (Smooth Miya!) (Don't worry. I'll pile in next.) I didn't want to hurt him! [ Jeremy manages to get out from under the incredible weight of Miya. He must be really strong! ] [ Go, Eric! ] * Eric does the same thing again, the pulse intensifying. "I don't either, but we don't have much of a choice here." [ Jeremy cooks some. "AAAH! What the hell!?" ] [ And now everyone needs a Ranged Defense roll. ] [ Everone but Daegal clears out before the Wave of Force reaches them. Daegal is kersmackified. ] [ Go, Claire! ] * Claire darts out of the way, and is flying now. She turns in midair and looks down at Jeremy, using her powers to keep him prone. * Daegal gets knocked flying back into, but *not* through, a wall a good ten feet away, knocking his breath out as he hits. He lands and falls to one knee, trying to catch his breath... then starts glowing. * Eric manages to back up enough so he's out of range of the force attack. Word, yo. * Miya almost doesn't see it coming, but teleports out of the way right before it hits. "Hey!" [ "Hey *what*?" Jeremy yells. "You come here an' beat the crap out of me, and you're upset when I try to hit back?" ] [ Daegal, go! ] You're the one who tried to play with our heads! [ "Yeah, but only 'cause you're after me!" ] Just to talk. You're not as perfect as you look, anyway. You cheat! I did mention we wanted to talk, yes? [ "What, an' I'm supposed to believe you?" ] * Daegal darts over to Jeremy and tries to grab his left arm. If he can do that, he twists it around so that Jeremy is forced to roll onto his stomach, sits down on Jeremy's back, trapping the twisted arm under his knee, and pulls back on both of Jeremy's legs. "Oh, and the series of pranks in the school. And mind- controlling Gary." *wrenches in hold* (KO Hold) * Miya frowns. "Well, I *could* have shown up behind you and kicked you in the head a few times." I'm sure I could have blown a gaping hole in your house too. Would you like that? [ "Ow! Hey, I don't mind-control Gary! I keep people from teasing him, and so he helps me study! Y'know, checks my homework an' stuff!" ] * Miya blinks. "So why'd you lie about him being near your locker? That's stupid." [ "What, you think people'd be all nice and happy if they heard I was making everyone in the whole damn school ignore him?" ] And playing with people's heads is stupider. ... that's a really crappy way to make people not pick on him, y'know. * Claire lands some distance away. "What's with all the pranks, then?" [ "You got a better idea?" ] * Daegal maintains his rather unpleasant looking submission hold on Jeremy. He doesn't have it cinched in as hard as he could, it appears, but it still looks really damn painful. You're one of the most popular guys in school. Tell anyone that messes with him that they'll hafta answer ta you. Worked for me in Red Hook. [ "Look -ow- we're talking now, right? Can ya lemme go?" ] * Daegal looks up at the others. "Can I?" Umm. * Eric starts throwing a ball of plasma. "If he trys something, he *will* regret it." * Miya looks at Claire. (As in throwing it up and down in his hand.) Yeah. It's not like he can try anything. * Daegal shrugs, and releases the hold. He then offers Jeremy a hand up. ( For the curious, that submission hold was an armlock Boston Crab, commonly known as the Tequila Sunrise. =P ) (Ninjitsu!) Sorry if that hurt ya too much. Pretty though defenses, eh? * Miya folds her arms and glares at Jeremy. Puny Miya might! [ Jeremy stands on his own. "For the record, not everyone in school likes me. Some people, y'know, resent the whole 'good at everything' deal. If I declared I was covering the guy, some people would hate 'im for it." ] And mindwiping? Eh, wiping their brains isn't a way to fix it. [ "What'm I supposed to do? Have her beat me up and haul me to the cops for an accident?" ] ... okay, okay. We didn't come her to beat you up or haul you into the cops. Came here to make you an offer, and give some advice. Yeah. Mindwiping is stupid! [ "See how happy I am." ] * Eric shakes his head. * Daegal grins. "We ain't exactly the subtlest bunch. And after the attempted mindwipin', we weren't sure if you were some supervillian' in trainin' or some bullshit like that. Now that we know ya ain't, will ya listen ta what we gots ta say?' By "we", he means himself. * Eric nods to Claire's statement. * Daegal blinks at Claire. "Huh? Nah, you guys can chime in whenever ya want. I just figured I'd get started. Gettin' glowy makes me talkative." [ "Fine, fine. Gimme yer sell." ] * Claire puts her hands on her hips and shakes her head. * Daegal is confused by Claire, but returns his attention to Jeremy. "Okay, first the advice. Ya gotta be more careful about usin' your powers in public, even for little pranks. People ain't too fond of mutants nowadays, and if we could find you, some government spooks with real bad intentions could too. And we don't wanna see a basically decent guy end up in some prison camp." * Miya grumbles something about basically decent and looks around. She eventually settles for perching on the back of a couch. I do a lot of street vigilante stuff down in Red Hook, but the only reason nobody's come after me yet s'because the local cops help me out. You ain't got that protection, so you need ta watch out'n stuff. * Eric 's stomach growls as the plasma-bomb vanishes in his hand. "Eh... Do ya got something to eat here?" [ "They're not pranks. They're accidents. What, you think I'm some kinda' pro at this?" ] ... which leads ta tha second part. *pulls out one of Chucky's business cards; offers it to Jeremy* This guy runs a school for kids like us what can do nifty shit like move stuff with their minds or shoot ice cream from their eyes. He sent us ta findja to offer his help in learnin' to control yer powers. [ "Sometimes a stray thought triggers my power. I'm just glad it hasn't hu... eh?" ] Careful about the ice cream vision, Daegal. Miya might just start going after you again. ... someone wanna continue? I think my shoulder's partially dislocated... gotta go pop it back in. [ "...so...they can keep me from breakin' stuff? They don't have a basketball team, do they? Tell me they don't." ] Don't look at me. They don't even have a hockey team. You don't like basketball? * Daegal walks over to a wall, takes a deep breath, and WHACKS his shoulder up against it. There's a loud *POP*, and Daegal's shoulder looks less limp than it was. "... ow." [ "I love basketball. Hate having to play it when I don't want to. And I hate having to win games." ] They've got a Super Nintendo. * Eric winces. "Do that where I can't here it next time." * Daegal rubs the shoulder. "Least my nose didn't get broken this time..." [ Jeremy winces. "You want some ice for that?" ] Nah. Gimme twenty minutes or so and I'll be fine. I heal quick. [ "Alright. So. Y'really think this school can help?" ] * Daegal rolls his shoulder. It makes unpleasant grinding sounds. * Eric nods. "Yeah." It's worth a shot. [ "Okay. You'll need to see about having someone come by and sell the place to my folks. Y'know, make them think it's prestigious enough for their precious little whatever." ] * Claire smiles. "And given that we have similar powers, we'll probably be in the same classes." She winks. That ain't a problem. The Prof's good at that kinda stuff. * Eric chuckles. "You should see the place. In fact, wanna come right now?" [ "...sure, why not?" ] * Daegal nods. "If this is all wrapped up... I gotta run over ta Red Hook. I'll be back at school tomorrow mornin'." How 'bout I come with? * Daegal shakes his head. "Nah. s'somethin' I gotta do myself..." Appreciate th'offer, though. Are you sure? * Claire nods. "Okay then." Yeah. We really could help ya out... Eh, whatever. Yeah, m'sure. If it was just normal gangsters, maybe... but Russian Mob's personal stuff. Um. Okay. * Daegal heads out. "I'll explain another time. Later guys." See ya. And don't get hurt too badly. [ And they all lived happily ever after! Except for that unpleasant buisness at the end. End session! ]