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West Street (Bankers District)
Prodigy:
City Of Supers:
City Streets:
West Street (Bankers District)
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The man in question looked up from his clipboard, a more worried than angry look on his face now.
"Son, I won't lie to you. You've drawn a hard one, and I hope for your sake and many others you weren't lying about your powers. Since the explosion, we've been cut off from the Casino Royal; we've got no idea how many injured or trapped we have there, or what the state of the building is. We've tried to send teams in, but damage to the foundation has made the going dangerous; the whole place shifts and shimmy's like it was at a dance. You've got to get in, survey the scene and cover as much of the place as you can, then return here with your report. It's hoped that your ability to go through solid objects could be helpful if we have areas caved in, or the place starts coming down on your head. I mean that last part literally. So, you still want to be a hero?"
The speaker waited for a response, his eyes filled with dislike; whether this was for the kid himself, or the desicion to send the boy off to a sure and earily grave, couldn't be determined.
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Greg's face took on a confused look, as though he hadn't expected someone who'd just chosen to die to ask such a odd question.
"You want to know why I don't like kid supers? You mean, besides standing around wasting time with pointless questions right after being told that people are trapped, injured and possibly dying? If you want to know so badly that you're willing to let innocent people suffer, I'll tell you.
"You're jokes, all of you, idiot kids playing pretend and hoping, if maybe you just believe hard enough, the rest of the world will mold itself to the way you think it's going to go. Do you have any idea how many times your kind have mucked up rescues, getting in the way of actual, trained professionals like the police and fire department who might have been able to save the people who got killed waiting for some ego monger too busy mugging for the cameras to actually do anything heroic? I have no idea why you can't be content to get a cat out of a tree, or help an old lady cross the road. No, it's always 'I'm going to save the day', and you know what? You retire, to a plot of land in Sage Cemetery. If you actually survive this, you might want to go out there, take a walk among the stones, and see what the life span for an 'I'm a real hero' guy like yourself is. While your there, show some respect and take some flowers for the Amazing Mr. Wonder. Fifteen years ago he was like you, so ready to hit the world hard and take his glory. He tried to stop a bank hold up, and you know what? Reality hit back, hard. I had to bury my only brother six feet deep, a hero dying young. So no, I don't like you, not one bit; I don't like the fact that when you should be chasing girls, or playing video games, or trying to sneak looks at dirty pictures online, all of you minor league A team players try to compete in a major league game and don't for one second give a thought about who's heart you're going to break, or how many tears your family's going to try. Like you right now, you've probably thought about how proud people will be of you when this is over, and you pull it off. But what if you don't? What then Mr. Hero? You haven't thought about that have you, the pain you'll put them through. All for what? A chance, a glimmer? It'll be gone by the next day, unless you forgot heroes around here are a dime a dozen. So saddle up your horse and to the rescue, just know if you end up riding off into the sunset I'm not showing up to say I told you so."
Greg's face was marked by tears, those he'd been crying when Racer's question had brought up such a painful memory. The worker wiped his eyes on a sleeve of his shirt, then looked definitively at his clipboard as though to signal the conversation was over.
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Tyler gave a bow and watched her go, a heroine in a world that anymore was as likely to call her nuts or blame her for the wrongs she'd tried to stop. There was no doubt Susan had had a hard life, one look at her body told a person that much. There's be no wonder than if the woman's heart also revealed scars, but in was with actions like this that she showed it still beat within her.
The man knew this girl liked him, and probably found his older world manners and acts of courtship 'quaint' or 'charming', but those like her never took a moment to look at themselves with the same eyes used to view him. Oh yes, he was nothing hard to see in a mirror, and he's former glory days in the world of sports had left their mark in muscle, but it was easy to get the values he's gained in life when you had a guardian angel like Eorle. Where he'd been planted in a fertil field with the best soil, sun and water to be had and turned into a pround tree, Susan was forced to push up through concrete and fight for every inch she grew. Because of the effort, she might never see the beautiful flower she truely was. Grace, however, was going to do his darndest to show that truth. To this end, he followed his new friend into the tent.
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Greg looked up from a stack of papers he'd just been handed, and actually grinned slightly. Or as close to a grin as the worn man could get at the current time.
"Woah, good timin', I was just about to come and get you. Yeah, we got soethin' for ya, but you might well wish you didn't ask when ya find out what."
Eyes went back to the sheets again.
"We need you down in the tunnels, we got subway and sewer lines down, a lot of bums make homes in places like that and we got a mess tryin' ta get 'em all out and above ground. We got downed gas lines, makin' it near impossible to use drills for fear of a spark, and jack hammers are causing too many vibrations that might trigger another collapse. We need you and your sonic power ta open up tha rock, they'll tell ya more when you get there. Any questions? If not, head outside and follow the generator cables into the nearby subway entrance. Ask for Rodger, he's the head of the group, tell 'im who ya' are and what you're there for, he'll take care of tellin' ya what ta do."
Tyler stood behind Susan and waited while she got her marching orders, not in the least conserned about her car. After all, he'd not been daft enough to park it by any big machines and there was far too much foot traffic for anyone to attempt to break into it. Plus, there wasn't anything in there to steal; no GPS, MP3, not even a CD player actually. So the Judge would remain ready until it's new owner had more need of it. At this particular point in time, Grace figured those in trouble needed what aid he could give more than a well maintained body of steel.
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Street Guardian (Racer)
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It appeared jason made a wrong turn somehow, he called out and nothing. No Tyler or Mr. perfect anywhere? Jason switched on his helmet comlink, Travis would be asleep by now, But?
"Travis can you read me" Jason said, then he tried again. He knew he should get a signal out here.
"Jason, where are you." Travis voise came through, but he sounded tired as expected at this late.
"Just came out of the sewers, but two friends are still down there." He answered back.
"Did Colt find you?" Travis asked.
"Who?, who is that?" Jason replied.
That answered Travis question. "Turn on your Gps, One blimp is Colt. The other one i dont know you must have put it on some one."
"Holly forgetfullness Batman, its Jin. I forgot all about her." Jason said.
"Who?" Travis asked.
"A chinese girl thats a monk." Jason said.
"Let me guess, she's cute."
"You saw her too." Jason said.
"The blinking lights mean there in trouble, you have to help them." Travis said as he rolled his eyes.
If Jason was right Susan would be alright. But those blinking lights did indecate that jin and this Colt person were in Danger. "Its along way to the Monestary, take me a hour at least."
"Alright, we need to talk. we need to find a Jade Dragon Statue right away." Travis said.
"Ok, Im on my way home now." Jason said and signed off.
But first he wrote a note to Susan saying he was ok, and that he could not find Tyler or the super, and that she should go back home and he would meet her soon. Then he gave the note to a forman and told him to give it to her if she came out of the sewers the way he did.
(OCC-Racer to Walden Apt block, Travis Place.)
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