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    Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #17: Distract

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    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...

    Quote 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 Ogre’s rampage; more had been mangled by Robor’s 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.

    Quote 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

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

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    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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    He watched her sleep. She'd had a trying day. The tears that were still drying on his chest where her face had been pressed to it for hours could attest to that.

    It was after he set her broken finger, molecularly mending bone and restoring traumatized tissue, after he told her how they didn't give up on recovering her, after he told her he loved her.... that she cried.

    It was the first sign of Tallemaja's spell wearing off. The first sign that they were in for the dark days once again. Weeks of medication balancing and side effects, treating symptoms of her mood disorder, but never having an impact on its source.

    Gwen was here though, and she knew the same spell Tallemaja did, maybe she could... Martin pursed his lips angrily. NO! No more spells. With drug treatment at least there was no singular source. Sure, Martin would be crafting them initially, but it didn't rely on his talents. Any psychopharmacologist could prescribe the same thing and he would continue work with the school's therapist. It was science, not a magic cureall. It worked with the body's systems of nuerotransmitters and chemical uptake thresholds, not impose a reality-altering matrix on someone.

    That was no better than the mind raping Tallemaja did on the many students, no better than what Lacuna was doing to Elle... again(!).

    He came once again to thoughts of his sister. He felt renewed anger for the Laputa operative and an irrational sense of betrayal. He knew it was irrational, she'd dealt with him truthfully that he could determine - a legitimate plan for thwarting the attackers of Vienna. Healing Beatrice even after she failed to get her... magic apple, was it? It was the part where she gave Elle over to being a thrall of that Mind Virus that irked Martin so very much. Sure, Elle was more her mother's daughter than anything else and if Elle had chosen to go with Tallemaja of her own free will, Martin would have been saddened but accepting. The tune of 'Cat's in the Cradle' came unbidden to him at that moment. He'd sung of this very fear under the mad magic midget's curse.

    He shook his head to clear the thoughts. Elle was gone, and truth be told, he didn't know if she would have left anyway. She seemed to *want* to be a minion in someone's plot to change the world, and Martin couldn't offer her that. He just wasn't looking forward to their next confrontation.

    On the topic of matters he possibly *could* do something about - Kirstie. Martin knew the next thing he wanted to try, something he thought likely to work now that's had time to consider it. Going off the idea that she could apply bandages to herself the idea was simple - Martin would shift into a form of an object, Kirstie should remain unaware of the fact that it was him and Kirstie should touch the Martin-object to her injuries. He didn't know what deep psychological issue kept Kirstie feeling like she shouldn't be touched or close to anyone but clearly this was another instance of subconscious trauma interfering with powers. Thoughts of Gaspar came to mind as one similarly afflicted.

    He'd suggest that as a next course of action to Lex and the school doctor.


    Martin went back to staring at Tatjana while she slept, glad to have her back. When she woke he'd suggest they go to breakfast, maybe catch up with the others on what they experienced in the preceeding day's events.

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    Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #18: Decompress

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    After a trying day, Violet was exhausted. She didn't even talk to any of her friends before collapsing in her room. If days like today were what it meant to be a Vindicator, she knew that that "career" path held no future for her. Who could deal with that kind of stress over and over again without cracking? That was her last thought before drifting off to sleep.

    In the morning, Violet woke feeling almost hung over; at least how she imagined it felt. Fortunately, a long shower cleared her head. She dressed and went for breakfast, hoping for a little normalcy. Siege was disappointed when she ordered simple toast and jam but it was a comfortable breakfast for her. She sat down to eat quietly and took her time, casually watching the other students as they arrived.

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    The Blue Knight

    He was just supposed to find another kid, some Spanish guy who could make it rain, and might be in trouble. Jaw with him, bring him back to the school. Then there was a girl from another world, and a man with his face-burned and ugly. They'd come back after a day and night that had been a week. And then he'd gotten his arse kicked by a karate wizard. And something else...

    Gwyn had lost control. Like Ellen almost had. Like Paladin had always warned him about. Luckily, he hadn't killed anybody, but he might've. It was a bleedin miracle he hadn't stepped on the Irish faerie. And then monster girl had gotten away with that Cockney twit. It had been a trying few days. Week, whatevs.

    When he woke up, he scribbled a few things down in his notebook, Ogre-real name Adela, powered by heat/light, weakened by cold. Robor, Randy's dad. With this school, Gwyn needed a relationship web. He had one, drawn up on posterboard with black marker. He worked on that a little, making connections between Randy and his da, along with names of all the other criminals they'd faced. In his notebook he wrote "Domingo" with a question mark and the words "Coming for me" beside it. He'd fought super villains before, but none of them had seemed to want to personally kill him. Brave new world.

    Gwyn missed his ma. He missed Wales. He missed his old friends. He missed Robert. Remembering, he looked at the mess that had been made of his sunglasses. He missed his shades. He had another pair, wraparounds. He didn't need them here-everyone knew about his powers, after all, but they were part of his look.

    Donning a white crewneck, dark jeans and a blue hooded sweatshirt, he tucked his shades in around the neck of his shirt. Then he went to get something to eat. He wanted to talk to Blackguard, but he didn't know if they would let him. Still, he had a lot of questions for the doppleganger.

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    Jack had spent hours helping to locate the victims of the freak storm, and given the fact he could make it so that he could sniff them out combined with enough muscle to move a respectable amount of debris ended up with him working mostly by himself; which worked out in his opinion as by that point Jack was not good company.

    One of the emergency responders had given him some flags with an adhesive bottom so that he could mark spots where the dead were buried under rubble, so that they could be removed after the living had been tended to. Looking behind him, the American frowned as the number of flags was easily in the double digits and was still likely to increase but he consoled himself with the idea that he and Blackguard were going to have a nice long talk.

    It was during one of the few breaks he took to clear his senses of all the excess of scents he experienced that he realized he’d been going non-stop almost the entire day on the back of doing something similar only two days earlier.

    No wonder he was tired.

    Hours later, and with the smell of death firmly locked into his brain, the tattooed American started to head back to the school but found he didn’t have enough mental focus to form the draconic wings he now favored for flight, not that he didn’t try mind you, but he’d get about as far as making the skeleton of the wings and was trying to grow the leathery membrane when he’d lose it. And after the third failure Jack gave up, lit a cigarette and started walking in the general direction of the school even though he knew it would take him over an hour.

    When Jack woke up the next morning he found a folded up note had been slide under his door, hell he’d stepped on it but after reading it he folded it back up then tossed it on his desk and resumed his trek for the locker room. After a long, warm shower Jack returned to his room where changed from the black sweatpants and matching t-shirt he kept spare in his locker into street clothes so he could try and grab some food before meeting with Mr. McClanahan liked he'd asked in the note.

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    Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #17: Distract

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    Otso woke up in the infirmary, slumped with his back against the wall as he didn't trust the chairs to hold his increased mass. He groggily looked down at himself and last days events slowly trickled into his awakening mind. After the fighting had stopped he'd helped with the rescue efforts, offering both his sense of smell and considerable strength to aid the rescue services. The same strength meant he'd been anxious about using his first aid knowledge in all but the most dire of circumstances. Sadly, there had been more than a few of those yesterday.

    At some point he barely remembered, he'd trudged back to the school, being turned away at the door of the infirmary by Doctor Talley after a curt medical examination. Otso had slowly made his way up to the showers, doing his best to rid himself of the smells of the days grim work that seemed to clung to him no matter how hard he scrubbed. Afterwards, he returned to the then less over-taxed infirmary to sit by Beatrice's bedside. That was where he now found himself after his brain had traced back his steps in the last twentyfour hours. Otso looked at Beatrice asleep in her bed, his heart aching and his brain at a loss as to what to do.

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