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  • Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #17: Distract

    Magnitude
    Kasimir Flaegler
    Condition: -1 bruised
    HP 1 LP 0


    Kas tried to make sense of what Violet meant with her answer, but honestly he couldn't keep track of all the players in this fiasco without a program.

    "Is your team safe Violet? We can spare manpower if you need it. We just need to confirm that Current and Parabola are secure and we can send reinforcements."

    Of course, he had to check on Greystone and others, but they had to be careful not to spread themselves too thin...again. One thing was for certain, reality was not like the comics. The Vindicators were never on their back foot this badly in the graphic novels.

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    • Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #17: Distract

      Fluxx 'popped' the last of the swords as Magnitude made his call.

      He nods to his teammates. "Now, if you will excuse me, I'ave a promise to keep."

      He turns and walks back through the door that leads to the ICU nurse's station.... to break some fingers and then drop a murderous psychopath off with potentially vengeful medical staff.

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      • Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #17: Distract

        Violet Lear
        HP: 1

        "My team?"
        The phasing caught Violet off-guard. "I think everyone's OK. Wait... Felsic looks like she's been roughed up a bit but I don't think it's an emergency. Mister Ander is here so we can get her to help if we have to."

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        • Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #17: Distract

          PRATER (Blue Knight and Shiver; NPCs: Candyman, Catargi, Diamond Dust, Felsic, Larrikin, Maze, Mezzanine, Quintessence)
          "I'll look for anyone injured, in need a' help."

          "I'll, uh... I'll go with him," said the disembodied cloud of ice crystals. Diamond Dust followed after Blue Knight, with Catargi taking off after them.

          "Is everyone here all right?" asked Shiver.

          Quintessence regained his bearings and moved to heal the injured, starting with Larrikin.

          "I'm sorry," the Aussie spat. "It's my fault they got away... We had them beat--I know it!"

          "Precisely why it was best to let them go," Quintessence said, motioning for Felsic. He had healed Larrikin, and now it was her turn. "They were backed into a corner and desperate. If we continued to push the advantage? They might have killed you. It'd trigger every single one of us throwing everything we had at them, and it'd ensure they were put down, but..." Quintessence sighed. "We're all alive. Miss Catargi and Diamond Dust and Blue Knight... they might find people who can't say the same thing... but at least there wasn't one more death."

          "But there might be more now," Larrikin said.

          "Possibly," Quintessence said, "or possibly not. There were several attacks. It's very possible that one of the other Vindicators or your classmates managed to capture their accomplices. It's very possible we can get information from them--maybe these peoples' whereabouts."

          Right on cue, one of their teammates cut across their communicators: "This is Magnitude. Fluxx, Thorn and I have disposed of the swords. Where else can we be of assistance?"

          It was Shiver who responded to his hailing first: "Er... Robor took Adela, um... Ogre, and left. And Skew left too."

          "Is your team safe Violet? We can spare manpower if you need it. We just need to confirm that Current and Parabola are secure and we can send reinforcements."

          "My team? I think everyone's okay."

          "Things are clear on our end, too." It was a new voice creeping across the communicators, and it belonged to Eiron. "The sandstorm subsided. Manticore, Ursa, and Greystone are sniffing out that Haboob guy. Gae'bolg is trying to track his dad down, but he doesn't seem to be having much luck."

          Maze put a hand over her ear and joined the conversation. "This is Maze," she intoned. "Greystone should have dropped Blackguard off at the school. Candyman and I took out Dark Impasse."

          The New Vindicators spent the next few moments taking stock of who was up and who was down: with Fluxx at the hospital, Quintessence remained at Prater, tending to the injured the others found. The heroes were in somber spirits: while most of the civilians had fled the moment Ogre's rampage had begun, a few sustained injures that prevented them from getting away.

          A handful of those who could not escape had not survived the ordeal.

          Their remains were displayed gruesomely. Flung by the raw might Ogre wielded, they had collided with buildings and park fixtures. Necks were snapped; spines were shattered; their bodies were bent or folded in unnatural angles. Diamond Dust appeared to be the angriest. "Blet!" he roared before breaking his hand punching a lamppost. He spared a moment to cry for Ogre's victims and then he forced himself to tend to those he could still help.

          Many of the New Vindicators helped. Candyman, Mezzanine, and Felsic helped to hoist heavy wreckage, the pinned. Maze kept scanning their surroundings, as though she expected an ambush any moment now.

          Larrikin stood to the side, and silently counted. He counted the number of people Quintessence healed. From high above, Blue Knight was able to spot others and direct those on the ground. Usually, they found someone Quintessence could heal. Sometimes, they weren't so lucky.

          Through it all, Larrikin kept count: Quintessence had healed twenty-four people, and they'd found seven bodies. Ogre had killed seven people. Ogre had gotten away. Ogre needed to brought to a reckoning.

          It couldn't have happened, Larrikin realized, if if hadn't been for him. It might have been better for the team had he not even come--had he stayed behind at the school with the other students--with the ones who couldn't fight. What help had he been, save to get in the way? What difference had he made here? It was his fault Ogre got away.

          It was all his fault...

          ALLGEMEINES KRANKENHAUS (Current; NPCs: Parabola)
          It was awkward to have to bandage herself, but she didn't have any choice. It was a pitiful job, but she'd done it: she'd packed her wounds with gauze and wrapped bandages around her midsection. Wearing the gown like a robe, she stumbled into the chair and raised her feet into the stirrups. "Now you know how I feel," she said teasingly as her boyfriend started to propel her through the hospital.

          ALLGEMEINES KRANKENHAUS (Fluxx; NPCs: Cleave)
          Fluxx reentered the ICU to find Cleave exactly where he left him.
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          • Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #17: Distract

            Alex "Current" Murphy
            HP: 0 CND: Exhausted, Injured 2

            Lex
            started moving down the hall at speed that was still very much possible for most humans, but too fast to be suggested in a normally busy hospital.

            As soon as he got to the elevator he mashed the button and waited for it to arrive.

            He reached out to pat Kirstie on the shoulder only to have his hand smacked away by the forcefield again.

            "Kirstie..." He looked around the hallway grimly as if looking for something, "Why are you in here alone?"

            He didn't ask the question that was really starting to scare him.

            Where is my Dad?

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            • Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #17: Distract

              Violet Lear
              HP: 1

              Violet was just glad the fighting was over. The attackers getting away didn't bother her at all. She helped Diamond Dust tend to those who were less wounded. While she had no first aid experience, the fact that she could create cold packs out of thin air was help enough. She tried not to look at the broken bodies of the dead. Her stomach lurched every time she caught a glimpse.

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              • Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #17: Distract

                ALLGEMEINES KRANKENHAUS (Current; NPCs: Parabola)
                The blonde's eyes bulged as she realized what horrors she'd unleashed on his mind by not saying something sooner. "He's fine!" she said. The adrenaline waned. "Well, he... he wasn't fine fine the last time I saw him. We took on some swords... The cops opened fire and... something really weird happened. These... I don't know--portals? They appeared in front of the bullets and then they were coming from ahead of us. Your dad was shot, Lex. He was shot, but he was... he was holding on.

                "I knew the swords wouldn't let everyone run, and I couldn't get your dad out myself, so... I told them to get him to the medics. I stayed behind to keep the swords from going after them.

                "He'll be all right, though! I mean... you got your powers, right? They can just... stick his finger in a light socket and he'll be better.

                "He has to be," she said as the elevator doors opened.

                "Just to be safe, though... Lex, with my powers acting like they are, I'm not sure what Martin's going to be able to do for me. You have to tell Lex to get down there and heal your father."
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                • Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #17: Distract

                  Alex "Current" Murphy
                  HP: 0 CND: Exhausted, Injured 2

                  Lex
                  was glad he was holding on to the wheelchair. It helped hide the fact his hands were shaking.

                  Until he had to push the floor button.

                  "I'm thinking gas," Lex said, trying to take his mind off it, "If Martin can lower the oxygen you'll pass out, hopefully your shield can't work without you awake."

                  "One person at a time. We worry about you 'cause we know you're still..."
                  His voice broke and it took him a few moments before he could continue without crying, "If he's like me, than I'll keep him going, but not until Martin sees you."

                  If Martin went down and Kirstie died while he was checking on his father, or he lost both of them.

                  He prayed his healing powers hadn't come from his mother all this time.

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                  • Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #17: Distract

                    Fluxx hesitated before calling out an all-clear signal for people to come out of the patient's rooms. He was sure of what he needed to do, he just didn't want an audience for it. Along similar lines, he let the Vindicator uniform melt back in to his body. He wasn't doing this as a representative of the school. He moved to where he'd left Cleave behind the nurse's station and regarded him.


                    Cleave's shirt was still steel. Martin reached his hands down, arms elongating and splayed the still anesthetized man's fingers out. 3 kilograms of pressure to break a finger, a bit more for the thumb. About six weeks healing time, cleanliness of healing depends on the care received by the first week of recovery.


                    Martin stood over the prone man, looking down. You know, of all the things Martin *Could* do to him, breaking fingers wasn't as terrible, generous even, compared to what he deserved. Martin winced at the thought; it was clearly a rationalization and justification, they'd studied that in Psychology. He even recognized that this whole line of thought was likely a means of procrastination. He closed his eyes and let himself recall the words he was taught from childhood, the phrase that stood for personal integrity and honor. "A Curie always keeps Their Promises."




                    He opens his eyes and sets his jaw, he does a short jump into the air raising his legs, the shape of his feet widening and bulging in mirrored mutations to span all fingers and the thumbs of Cleave's respective hands at once, mass flows into the legs and thighs to give more pressure as he slams his feet down onto the man's fingers. He wanted to do all at once. The pain of it may break Cleave out of his Anesthesia and it would just be cruel to make the man go through this twice - once when fully conscious. Martin wasn't sadistic. The man had brought this upon himself.


                    Martin steps away. He's not ready to don the Vindicator's uniform yet but he wanted to maintain some anonymity. His features blur to a humanoid form of golden gelatin. He'll pause a moment to memorize his act today.


                    He will again adopt his New Vindicator's uniform. He'll announce the all clear and make sure the doctors and nurses know that Cleave has broken fingers and that the police would probably want him seen to, if possible, before taking him in to custody.

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                    • Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #17: Distract

                      Ursa
                      HP: 0

                      His nostrils flared as he drew in a breath, trying to find a scent for the attacker going by the name of Haboob. Likewise, his eyes scanned their surroundings for the smallest signs of their quarry. But in the chaos that Vienna had fallen into, with both the thunderstorm and the duststorm having swept through the area, Otso wasn't holding out much hope. Maybe Jack could do something with the wide gamut of superhuman senses he could bring to bear on the situation.

                      He didn't like the new attitude with Manticore. Otso knew the leonine student had lost a loved one, but the aggression could lead to trouble if he didn't get help. Not that he knew what to do or say, he'd never really known the other boy. Lexus had already been out of the school and working against Laputa on his own by the time he'd arrived at the school.
                      Otso Karell, codenamed Ursa, on New Vindicators Academy of Europe.

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                      • Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #17: Distract

                        Greystone:
                        [Jack Rexroth]
                        HP: 4

                        Jack looked at Lluvia and Manticore a few times, his new vision revealing tell tale signs of one punching the other and the American couldn't help but wonder why in the middle of all that was going on what had caused it. Unfortunately it was just one of many things that was just going to have to wait until things were settled to be dealt with.

                        Then suddenly the sandstorm stopped.

                        Like Fey, Jack wondered how and the confused look on his face was all the answer the tiny teacher needed to know he had no answers for her. Instead he answered back with a question of his own. "Should we start looking for survivors?"

                        It was then, before the teacher could answer back, that Magnitude's voice cut across the communicator asking who needed any assistance. "Greystone here, Ursa, Gae'bolg and I joined Eiron, Fey, Lluvia, Manticore at the Prater. The sandstorm has suddenly died on its own. No clue as to why and we're considering if it's safe for us to try and look for survivors."

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                        • Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #17: Distract

                          ALLGEMEINES KRANKENHAUS
                          Fluxx came down on Cleave's hand and the cracking sound was stifled by his scream. As Fluxx came down on the other, that scream persisted.

                          The boy turned to leave--to go and inform the police that the suspect had been captured--only to realize that Thorn was standing in front of the doors. Before he could say a word, the laughter hit him. "Ring around the rosey," Cleave cheerfully sang, "pocket full of posey. Ashes! Ashes! We all fall down!" He cut off into a fit of hysterical giggling. His head was rolling around on his neck. "I win!" he laughed. "I win! I win! I win!"

                          Police and what medical professionals Cleave hadn't killed were alerted. Current was back, with a wheelchair-bound Parabola. They explained the situation and Fluxx found himself unable to touch the girl--even once she'd been knocked unconscious. It was troubling, the youth realized: her powers now made it so that she couldn't be touched, and judging by the severity of her injuries, she was going to need stitches.

                          He noted that her powers were suddenly very similar to Mister Noble's, and he knew a chink in the Vindicator's armor: a direct attack triggered the man's aura, but he was powerless to stop someone from binding him. Perhaps if he engulfed her, then worked to heal her injures while bonded to her? In the end, even that resulted in Parabola's aura repelling him.

                          Unless someone had a better idea, she was going to need to suture her wounds herself.

                          Fortunately, no one else seemed to be in such shape: the situations at the other sites, Fluxx learned, were contained. Quintessence had tended to the injured.

                          The good news came with bad news, however: the Vitesse brothers had escaped, as had Robor, Haboob, Ogre, and Skew. Siegfried had appeared at the school, only to be stopped by Laputa. Both parties had apparently vanished into thin air--not unlike the mages they had captured. In the end, they had only three of Vienna's attackers: Cleave, Blackguard, and Caballero.

                          Suddenly, it hit Fluxx: they weren't the only ones with prisoners. Siegfried's group had Tatjana and Rembrandt, and unless they could extract the information from Blackguard and Caballero, the only hope he had of freeing his girlfriend was the man whose hands he'd just broken.

                          Everything started to happen in a rush: some went to work on helping Vienna--be it in restoring power to areas damaged by the attacks, or in tending to injured citizens caught in the onslaught. Some simply helped sift through the wreckage, looking for other survivors.

                          Some went to their loved ones. Lex stayed by Kirstie's side; Roger Murphy excused himself long enough to seek out his wife and youngest son; Otso ventured to the infirmary to check on Beatrice. Others struggled to reconcile the day's events. Dag stared vacantly into the distance; Randy belatedly mourned his sisters' deaths.

                          Kiln threw himself into trying to find his teammates. It was a futile effort, as Fluxx understood it: Backlash and Hubris had been imprisoned by magic. Fey, Gwen, and Prodigy each insisted there was nothing they could do to liberate them. It would take an abjurer like Chuck, they said, although Gwen added one caveat: "Remy could do it, too... if we just knew where they'd taken him."

                          And like that, Cleave had two more prisoners--four to their three.

                          Emily tried to pull the information from the heads of their captives: Cleave's mind was too fractured, she said; Blackguard was too guarded and Caballero knew barely anything; even Martin's own memory of the skyline he'd seen failed to help them find where Tatjana was being kept.

                          Just when it seemed all was lost, Tatjana returned. The moment she had arrived on campus, she had started searching him out. It seemed that Tallemaja had struck a deal with him: she helped him escape the school in exchange for the freedom of the two prisoners he had. Rembrandt, it seemed, had been filled in on the day's events by Tallemaja, and was now moving to undo the damage his companions had inflicted. Minutes after Tatjana's return, Rembrandt arrived on campus again accompanied by the missing Vindicators. He asked to speak with the headmaster, and together, they disappeared behind closed doors.

                          On paper, it looked like a win. More of the bad guys had escaped than had been captured, but the good guys wouldn't be burying any of their own today. None of them were prisoners. Several wayward students had returned: Gaspar, Jason, Vlad, and Emily were back. Lacuna had relinquished control of Niloticus' body--he was apparently a teenager from Egypt named Gus.

                          On paper, it looked like a win, but Martin knew the truth: Tallemaja had left the New Vindicators Academy of Europe, and Elle had gone with her...

                          Originally posted by Michuru81
                          I apologize for summarizing the whole liberating everyone thing. I wanted to try and wrap things up so that we can collectively move forward. A shiny new PP to everyone, and I'll have a new post up in a moment.
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                          • New Vindicators Academy of Europe #18: Decompress

                            NEW VINDICATORS ACADEMY OF EUROPE #18: Decompress

                            Sunday, March 22, 2009

                            In the last twenty-four hours, Vienna had been attacked by legions of undead, giant skeletons, a sandstorm, man-eating plants, a monster, earthquakes that removed several iconic sights from her skyline, a pair of evil doppelgangers, and a man in a bowler hat.

                            So far, one-hundred and thirty-seven people were counted among the dead. Some had been crushed in Ogreís rampage; more had been mangled by Roborís plants; in Josefstadt, forty-two victims for claimed by gunshot wounds; ironically, it was at the hospital that most had met their end. It was at Allgemeines Krankenhaus that Cleave and his swords had claimed the most lives.

                            That was what most people were talking about. A few gave credit to the efforts of the Vindicators, the New Vindicators, and the Volunteers, noting that the death toll would have been much higher had it not been for their brave efforts. Still, that consoled precious few.

                            Originally posted by Michuru81
                            It's early morning, the day after all hell broke loose. Tell us where you are.
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                            • Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #18: Decompress

                              Magnitude
                              Kasimir Flaegler
                              Condition: -1 bruised
                              HP 1 LP 0


                              For the rest of the night Kas flew from disaster site to disaster site, assisting the emergency personnel as best he could. As time went on his adrenaline faded and exhaustion crept into him. He hadn't slept since returning from other earth. Now, as the sun shone down he found himself leaning heavily against a wall, concentrating with everything he had to clear a couple hundred pounds of wreckage away from a tiny, mangled body.

                              He could tell it was a little girl. A little girl and her kitten caught in the path of rampaging giant skeletons. Kas was far too tired to recognize any landmarks, so he couldn't be certain this was where he had faced the undead or where one of the Vindicators had. It didn't matter.

                              "My fault." He sobbed to himself. Whether because he'd failed to end the threat of the skeletons soon enough or as a result of his poorly assigned teams to counter the various villains' attacks, this little girl and her pet died because of him. His failure.

                              Pushing himself erect, he turned to the chief of the rescue operations. "Where may I be of service next?"

                              The man, several inches taller and considerably beefier than Kas, considered the young man standing in front of him for a moment before shaking his head. "You can't. You are practically falling over right now. If you continue, you or somebody else will get hurt. Go back to the academy and get some sleep."

                              "Nein. I can help." Kas said stubbornly, but his voice lacked any real edge. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he had gone to his limits and beyond. Now it was simply bull-headedness and guilt that kept him working.

                              "Go home." The rescue worker said again, this time a bit more firmly. "You are not Crusader. There are limits to your endurance. Go...before somebody gets hurt."

                              Finally Kas nodded in acquiesence. The flight home was clumsy and Kas found himself off course more than once. When he stumbled into the academy, he almost collided with Armande and Venefica.

                              "Kas! Are you alright?" The one-eyed boy asked.

                              "I'm fine." It was an obvious lie. "I just need a little sleep is all. Listen, Armande...I hate to trouble you, but I seem to be having difficulties focusing. Could you help me to my room?"

                              The couple practically carried Kasimir to his dormitory. Once inside, he got his helmet off and slumped on the bed. He had one more thing to do before he slept though. Picking up the phone that connected his dorm room to the UN switchboard he spoke to one of the operators.

                              "This is Kasimir Flaegler. I need...when the final death toll is in, I need the names and addresses of all the victims, please. Contact information for their surviving families would be good too. Danke."

                              Then he passed out. His dreams were unpleasant.
                              Last edited by Horsenhero; 01-18-2015, 11:31 PM.

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                              • Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #18: Decompress

                                Alex "Current" Murphy
                                HP: 1 CND: Normal

                                The day went from bad to worse and then back to bad.

                                The only good news that had come from the whole thing was that his Father, though injured, was still alive. Everything else was a tossup. Kirstie wasn't going to die, but nobody could do anything about the force field that was around her. The people in the hospital had been saved, but so many had died before they got there.

                                Everything else had come to a close before they could leave the hospital, so they all wound up back at the school. The Doctor just gave him a disapproving look, like he should have known better by now, then made him stand in a corner with his finger in a light socket while she dealt with the other injured parties.

                                And then, once the doctor was sure he wasn't at risk of falling over and dying, he was promptly kicked out of the infirmary and told not to return until he'd burned his clothes and showered. Though, he couldn't honestly remember if those were her exact words.

                                This resulted in him running into his Mom who was already frantic after his Dad had come back. To say she didn't take his appearance very well was an understatement. It took him nearly an hour to convince her that he wasn't hurt and extract himself. The bloody torn mass that was his bomber jacket had been thrown on the bedpost, his belt was tossed to the corner, his runners stuffed under the bed and the rest of his clothes he crammed into a trash bin.

                                After a shower the face that looked back at him in the mirror looked less terrifying and more exhausted.

                                He pulled on some sweatpants and a tank top with a picture of the ugliest panda bear he'd ever seen in his life. For socializing it was probably a terrible choice, but it was all he could find in short order and it was clean.

                                Barefoot he made his way back to the infirmary with a notebook, pen and his guitar.

                                The Doctor was a little more welcoming this time, letting him stay by Kirstie's bedside but making it clear that the noise had to be kept to a minimum.

                                For the most part he chatted with Kirstie until she fell asleep, then spent a few hours scribbling song ideas into the notebook until he passed out in his chair.

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