[Seven Isles] News and Journals Session 2

Headlines

Major robbery in Krashnal!  While the island is desperately trying to fortify itself with the expansion of rapid roads between major parts of the island and major ramparts and training of the infantry, the supplies that the island counted on to help them fortify against the pirates have been decimated.  Many believe that the pirates have slipped agents on to the island vastly increasing paranoia.  Some in the Ingleimaian forces nearly accused the outlander militia for this, but the outlanders passed several lie detector (magical) tests professing their innocence and mutual desire to capture the culprit.  A considerable reward has been offered for the recovery of the goods or evidence leading to the capture of the culprit.

Xorital's two factions (the prince and the mayor) have outwardly allied and four of the islands seats have agreed to unify against the pirates.  The worshippers of the fly god, Nimgee and Krashnal did not vote.  The fly worshippers are pacifists, Nimgee is controled and actually represented by the pirates and Krashnal has been too busy preparing and fortifying to send anyone to represent them.  Xorital is also now worried about the theft on Krashnal, but the already high tensions between the factions has led to them accusing the other of secretly working with the pirates and quietly both are offering rich rewards for proof that the other is working for the pirates. 

Meanwhile rumors that the Abysmali appearing in vast numbers in Undertown have proven to be true, fleeing the supposed civil war of Kelp though despite the rumors of this there is no indication that this is going on.  There are whisperings (actual not rumors) of hostility between Kelp and certain Inglemian factions about their friendliness towards non humans as well as other matters such as the empowering of the Militia on the islands and not rescinding the (to inglemia) irrevocable canton charter.  Tensions are brewing.

And in other news

Orimo-The Grand Klep, Cleric of Smells is celebrating his 80th birthday and is hiring performers to celebrate the occasion.

The Tao people of Nimgee are starving and about to collapse due to the complete naval and land blockade.

Landsea is commissioning fortifications of their port town but is much slower to get around to it than the other areas and attempting to organize but not being very good at it.

Ashland is repairing ships and outfitting their fishing fleet for war to  help the Island Council.  Thehy are recruting marines.

Oracle is also fortifying their town and reports several missing persons.  Officially, the representatives from Klandsone university are not looking for a third expedition to go after the second that went missing looking for the first, having been drafted into help defend the island, but quietly they offer the same reward they originally did though have it on good assurance from a letter that someone sent them that another expedition will be coming any day now...

Rumors

The Satrapy of Iodine (The local Satrapy) thought there was a rebellion and guessed wrong and so the empire is coming to crush them.

From the journal of Morrigana Alair:

We had an interesting expedition this week. Accompanied by a small caravan of twenty people and one of the local druids we set out to try and locate the encampment of the automatons that we had been told had captured the mage who had created the life giving elixir. I’m sure certain members of the group probably hoped that we’d be able to rescue him to question him, or because of their feelings about the preciousness of life in /any/ apparent form, but I was glad to receive the proof of his death (as far as we know). There is a natural order to just about every world, and I think he was upsetting it. Upset the balance and terrible things can happen. I’ve seen that before… I need to work harder to right what was wronged.

I appreciate that my companions work well together, though I admit I don’t know how to react to some of them. And right now one in particular has my eye. I hate to admit that I don’t trust them as much as the others, not that I fully trust anyone, but when you catch the kid with their hand in the cookie jar… regardless, I don’t think they’d actively try to hurt anyone, but if l have learned anything it’s that complete trust is as much a lie as complete safety. Back to the point though, we worked well together out there in the forest and thankfully Callie was able to deescalate the situation when the automatons heard her singing to Boomfist. Also, despite what I wrote before, I’m glad that Alexander didn’t try to pull a fast one again and destroyed the vial.

I think we’re off to Oracle next, but before we do I need to get back on the trail. I know my family is somewhere out there. What’s more, I know those same bastards are also still out there. Hunting other family’s down and capturing them. *A few ink drops mark the page here followed by a quickly scribbled aside* She sent Fawkes over and he’s watching me. Creepy. *the normal writing returns* Anyways, it’s time to be off. Maybe a few stops in some of the seedier areas might turn up some information on who’s hunting or using slave labor. I just have to keep moving.

[Seven Isles] News and Journals

News

The pirates raided Ashport, the largest city on Ashlands and demanded that Inglemia do something about the pirates.  Former Governor Nigmal Cervantes did just that and personally boarded the IRS The Senate is In Session and the IRS In the Navy Now to attack the Blacklander Pirates at their base at Nimgee.  Even though Blue Water ships instead of Sky ships, the Inglemian Navy is vastly more powerful than most with their lightning cannons.

Except when they are not.

The Blacklander pirates were covered in a metal mesh as were the port gunforts that rendered the lightning cannons useless.  Further, their rate of fire has been hidden until now but the Canons fired at an ASTONISHING rate of speed utterly destroying the dreadnought the Senate Is In Session despite the Mending runes along with all her crew.  The Frigate In The Navy Now barely made it back to base but is severely damaged.

Governor Cervantes has been killed and communications from Inglemia indicate that reinforcements will be months in coming.  In the interests of organizing a resistance and stopping the pirates, Acting Governor, Commander Orale Orbshaw sought to commission a militia from the Seven Isles.   It was pointed out by the Outlander Refugees of Krashmal that under Inglemian law a militia requires a Canton; so using her emergency powers, Acting Governor Orbshaw declared Krashmal an Inglemian Military Canton of Water; and empowered the Outworld Refugees to commission a militia and defend the base there, which they are doing with great alacrity.

Rumor has it Kelp, an Inglemian ally for centuries, is not pleased with this news at all since Inglemia is a caretaker government while the Prince of Xorital is the actual government in centuries of debt to Kelp....

Speaking of which .....

On Xorital news of the news of this destruction was both poorly received and well received.  The Mayor of Xorital, long the most powerful political force on the Island Council has called an emergency meeting and worked to also fortify Xorital from the pirates, calling into question Inglema's duty to defend the islands.  Rumors swirl that Ashland is committed to independence.

The Prince, from sources unknown, paid his debt to the local Kelpian satrap with vast funds from unknown sources; nominally ending Inglemia's or Kelp's claims to the seven islands and is claiming rightful rule over the islands but with what army?  There is great tension between the City Watch and the Prince's guards, largely thought to be ceremonial but people are suddenly realizing how numerous they are.

Meanwhile....

Orimo-The Grand Klep, Cleric of Smells is celebrating his 80th birthday and is hiring performers to celebrate the occasion.

Klandstone University is looking to mount a second expedition from Krashnal to Oracle to find out what happened to the first expidition...

The Tao People of Nimgee are under siege from many of the Pirates since they rose up in revolt at Governor Cervante's request.  They are asking for reinforcements who can sneak through the pirate lines and help them defend their home.

Landsea is seeking an expedition to examine the camp of the Clockwork warriors to search the abandoned place for clues about who they were and why they were there.

Rumors

Abysmali in great numbers have been moving into Undertown (the underwater neighboorhood of Xorital)

A great challenge is occuring in Kelp for the Kelpian Throne

The Axis of Storms is attempting to consolidate their alliance with a marriage between the Blacklands and the Shard

Lex's Journal

Missing people of Landsea…

*sigh* This is… interesting… and possibly difficult situation. People are going missing and we have a personal interest in this island as one of the Troupe’s members is from there… Morri. She is a good person, talented as well.
I offered us an idea that would get us some money while we go to the Island, as being some guards for a merchant ship… it doesn’t seem to have gone over too well with most people in the Troupe. 

We found a ship going sooner than the free ones, as we believed that this would be more important to get there sooner, most of us paid for it.

The Island of Landsea.

We arrived and spoke to an Elder of the island about the missing people, and they offered us many things, should we be able to find, rescue and deal with the problem… I think we will choose the option of a small percentage of what the items make, this has potential for a lot of money if we can poke the interests of the island and possible bring more people to it, create a tourist attraction of some kind perhaps? We shall see…

The Missing People and the Village of Fourth

The Town itself was, or so we thought, empty… myself and Calli snuck towards the village, in the quiet, we watched for a moment… the woman is much quieter than I thought she would be. The place just felt… wrong, and I couldnt really place it well.
Eventually I through a ball bearing into the middle of the town, and a sound, like metallic buzzing began… I threw on closer to watch, and it still went away. Then, of course I was an idiot, and threw a bottle of Alchemist Fire, where Calli and I could see, and a swarm of metallic beetles put it out, fairly quickly…
Interesting note, we found out they are Psionic… how they came to creation, is interesting. Long story short, a Wizard somehow came to the island with the idea of making some kind of potion of animation… I still have their notes on how to create the potion, which the Troupe does not know I have… I also got caught stealing some of the material we had found… threw one of the viles I had in the fire… I think I should throw the other into a fire… but I feel it could be very useful… but still...

NOTE: Clockwork Machinations LOATH this potion and its creation…. And what it does. It is an abomination to them and will kill those seeking to create the powdered version. 

I think I am going to talk to Morri… and confess that I kept one other, but I need to hide the notes of the potion before I confront her… or the rest of the group. 

Metallic Beetles…

Holy shit… holy mother of mary shit balls… I cannot believe it. HOLY CREAP ON A CREATION!....

These are amazing, we helped them, get out of the village, for getting the villagers back of course. But they are Psionic, and have a mass of intelligence, and we befriended them. We tried to give them a few good tips and suggestions, but their intelligence is that of a child or teen at most. It is fassinating, they are fascinating, and they have already chosen a name to… a bit ominous, but they call themselves Legion, for they are many

The First House - Characters and Intro

This is a two player email game I am running for family.  Continuity with the books will not be exact.


It is the Year of Our Lord 843, and the four greatest wizards of the age have come together to found a school called Hogwarts.  Students of many ages were invited from many nations though most came from the British Isles.  The school itself was still being built, but the opportunity, indeed the invitation itself was a great honor.  The world is much different than it would be in the 20th century, including the lack of the international confederation of wizards.  While magic is rare in the life of a Muggle, it is still something they can see every day.  Forests are lush and powerful and the magical forests and creatures of the earth are still on maps that anyone can find.  Vast and primeval forests remain that don't need to be hidden from muggles and their authorities only have vague and abstract threats to wizards who pretty much ignore them.

Name: Eleanor
House: Ravenclaw
Age: 11
Sex: Female
Physical Description: Average height, long red hair, green eyes

Personality: Muggle born and a little cautious about the non-Magical world because Muggles see her as different due to her red hair and green eyes, also glad to be away from her family; not especially athletic; likes to help others and is sensitive to others

Aptitudes: Natural witch; good at Charms and Potions; thinks outside the box

Wand: Unicorn hair core, Alder wood
Familiar: (of course) a cat
Patronus (Even though there is no such thing yet): Lion
Her greatest fear is being outed to the Muggle world
Her greatest desire is to become the best witch in the world

History: Eleanor was very surprised to get her letter to Hogwarts, she and her family had thought she was possessed by the devil. Being Muggle born, she has endured bullying from her family because they had to flee their town when her magical abilities were discovered. Her most stressful event caused the family to flee the village: her bullies were the sons of the local lord and she performed a disfigurement jinx on them both. The boys told their father but before they could arrest her and the family, the family fled.

Name: Mirabelle LePoridae
House: Ravenclaw
Age: 11
Sex: Female
Physical Description: Slightly small and thin for her age. Black hair in a "bowl cut".

Personality: She is generally very quiet except for academic discussions. She prefers the company of animals to that of muggles, witches or wizards, mostly because animals don't make fher feel awkward

Aptitudes: She has a natural and a magical affinity for animals of all kinds. She has a good aptitude for school and remembers things after hearing or reading them only once, though she still takes copious notes. She is an excellent broom flyer.

Wand: Phoenix feather core, Chestnut wood

Familiar: Turtle
Patronus: A White Ferret
Greatest Fear: My mother finding my Mom.
Greatest Desire: My mother having the power to finally stand up to and defeat my father.
When I grow up: I want to be whatever the Wizarding world equivalent of a veterinarian is. :)

History: Mirabelle's mother was a witch and as she was growing up her mother told her many wonderful stories about growing up with her wizard and witch grandparents, so Mirabelle was raised to know what she was and to respect magic. Her father was a muggle who was first fascinated by her mother's for her power and intelligent, but eventually grew to resent it and became violent with both of them so her mother took Mirabelle and they hid from her father. Before leaving, her beloved turtle, Shay, vanished and her heart aches to know what became of her. Mirabelle was both excited to receive her Hogwarts letter and worried about leaving her mother alone, especially as they had no idea where her father was and what he might do if he found either of them.

[United] The Monocain Conspiracy Part 1

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The Monocain Conspiracy Part 1
Date of Scene: 09 January 2018
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Frankenstein, Lara Croft

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein is walking with Lara in the warehouse district in up river NYC. This is not the gentrified city or the ruined portion after the incident but genuine slum that are factories and a few crazy start ups just off the river. There have been rumors of invisible animals. A police officer was mauled but as it went into the shared databases something was flagged by WAND which was flagged by Frankenstein. It was his first case in this form with shield, and he had been rather silent on it though grateful Lara had listened to him as they did. They were nearly to the place the mauling had taken place.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara had happily decided to accompany Frank on this mission, she knew he was eager to get out there and help out. She'd brought a few SHIELD-gadgets with them too and she was already holding one in her hand and taking scans with it, a cell-phone-like device that would search for heat-signatures in the surrounding area, and since it was so cold out... those kinds of things would pop even more.

"If this claims are true, this could be a seriously unsettling discovery." Lara told the much larger man to her side. "Invisibility on anything is bad, let alone animals wishing to 'maul' others." The young Brit said idly while scanning.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein says, "Ever read any HG Well?" He is watching, listening, smelling, his arms making wide ranging circles. But it is the floor he pays the most attention too and points to a track in the mud."

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara cracked a small smile at this question while her brown eyes remained on the scanning device she was moving around, searching at the landscape with its Augmented Reality-type display on the screen.

"I've never been much for science fiction." Lara replied to the question, voice soft. "I was always more into historical novelists." She glanced at him and cracked a grin. "I'm boring. I know, you don't have to say it." She then looked to the tracks in the mud and tried to figure out what type of vehicle those would belong to.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein nods. He takes out an old school lantern, bullseye. He lights it. She has seen him use modern devices including a flashlight. The device shows fresh thermal tracks. "Monocain. Banned in secret treaties around the world. Every thirty years or so some idiot begins expirmenting with it. The proverbial invisible man. A drug that gives invisibility and a cost everyone ignores." As he swings the lantern smoke comes from it revelaing a pair of beady red floating eyes as the display lights up with a gigantic rat. There is scurry in the distance. A lot of scurrying.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara gently nodded her words to what the other said. "The search for power will drive many people to do very strange, and terrible, things. Even to themselves, let alone to others around them." She commented before she swept her scanner off of the tracks and up and around to where the eyes were now showcasing themselves.

"There!" Lara announced, but she seemed to get the idea that Frank already knew.

"We need to capture it, find out whats in its system giving it that ability... Easier said than done though." Lara's ears picked up on the scurrying though. "That... doesn't sound like 'one' rodent."

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein says, "One of me," since by now she would know he was many monsters, not one,"met the original Invisible Man. You could see shards of the original inside the madness but totally immoral and ammoral. Megalomaniac. It simply isn't worth the price." He took the steam gun off his back and aimed at the rat. He slowly pulled the trigger and splattered it. "You don't want it.. " the noise in the warehouse grew louder and louder "alive. You really don't. Someone in some department will get an idea to make more invisible rats or soldiers. We can test its dead tissue."

The rats come closer amd now Lara can see dozens, maybe hundreds closing in, their bodies lighting the augmented reality up like fire."

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara watched the large man splatter the invisible rat and she winced at it... but she had to agree with his logic overall on the 'why'. "I suppose so." She muttered, feeling poorly for the creature anyway though as it likely didn't want to be invisible at all.

"Sorry if I insulted you too." She wasn't sure if she had, but she had to apologize just incase. "I met an invisible person once, but they were using magical means to achieve it... I thwarted them after they stopped to drink water, I could 'see' the water inside their stomach. It was quite odd."

Lara's scanner came around and she saw the horde of rats. "Oh god." She said to him. "Frank. They're--they're everywhere here!"

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein says, "in the fifties the guys name was General Striker of all things. The gentleman it turned out was neither a general nor named striker nor a gentleman. The story is long and pointless," he sheathed the steam gun and took out a holy sword, swatting and cleaving rats as he saw the blood in theie eyes from the lantern amd their wisps in the smoke. "He ended up raving mad and in an asylum for the rest of his life. Half invisible. That half being the outside. Someone has been testing it. A lot of it. More than I have ever seen used."

The rats are held at bay by the sword but only barely. "Magic has its own problems but its cleaner than monocain. I would not use it on a nazi."

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara reached for her sidearm out of the inside of her black leather jacket. She pulled the handgun out but didn't readily aim it or prepare to use it quite yet... Frank was doing a remarkably adept job with that sword and... if she could get away with not discharging a firearm in this part of the city, then she'd be pleased... but if she/he got overwhelmed she knew she might have to.

"Insane asylums from our past, generally did very little to try to help 'insane' people recover. Essentially, all they did was take a troubled person and make them far far worse!"

Lara kept the scanner going, because it was also recording all of this in many different formats both in heat-signature and non.

"Where are all these poor, filthy, little things coming from?"

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein nods, "Good damn point." He slashed at a few but took a large slab of concrete with a rebar handle and made a massive slimy inprovised shield as the rats bounced off. "Let's find out." He moved farther into the warehouse, shining the lantern about. Lara could see them slithering all around and above them, a few hissing.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara was quick to knock over a large stack of wooden rates that fell down across part of the floor, crushing a whole stream of the rats while others just jumped over the wrecked boxes.

The young British agent traced after Frank though, still holding her phone up and panting softly from the exercise and the generally madness around them.

"This place certainly doesn't scream 'high tech lab'!" Lara said back to her partner on this mission.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein says, "The rumors about you are true Lara. You hold yourself well. Shield still picks good people. And it doesn't scream hi tech but this kind of science is old. It isn't Mr Stark." He shined the light on a trap door on the floor, open with rats climbing up the ladder."

Lara Croft has posed:
"Thank you!" Lara said back at Frankenstein with a brief and momentary smile. A compliment was always a nice thing to receive, but in their current situation there was little time to mull it over...

She rushed past Frank as he exposed the trap door and she pushed down another stack of boxes that crashed to the ground and their contents of old uniforms spilled out in lumps of fabric.

"That looks... ominous." She told him, looking back to the trap door.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein is also impressed with the agility. He is not. At all. "Anything involving monocain is ominous. We need to contain this." As she looked down the night vision showed a shadowed nightmare of autopsy and wicker cages.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara looked to Frank when he said this and then she turned a LED light on that was at the end of her handgun and aimed it at the trap door.

"This is beyond the two of us, Frank." She told him. "We've discovered something much larger here. We have to place a call for a containment team to come in and secure this area. If whatever is down there is infecting rats, that likely means that its... no longer in whatever containers it was previously stored in. Which means the two of us might suddenly become a lot harder to find if we go down there."

Lara looked at the scanner, she could see glimpses of the area below and it wasn't pleasing or comforting.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein says, "It needs to be burned. All of it. Can you compartment ize this so that they don't take but a few samples, no living ones? Can we do a ..." he thinks "air strike?""

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara huffed out a soft laugh of disbelief at the man's words and suggestion. "We can't do an... air strike... This has to be a controlled burn if we're do such a thing at all." She'd tell him back. "I can call it in and we'll have someone here in moments... We should head back outside and get away from their nesting place, that is probably what is setting them all off like this."

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein nodded. His shoulders slumped. This was going to get out. But it wasn't Victors work. He wasn't going to push a boulder up a hill. "I understand. Seriously. Tell them its infected. Tell them that to look at the things in here will drive them mad if they see it. But if they know about them the tempation....monocain is not that had to get. Not really.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara would listen to Frank's words as she'd push her way past some of the debris they'd caused, stepping over what she assumed were dead rats and then she shoved at a doorway, locked though. Lara's handgun came up and she blasted the padlock off of the chain then yanked the old rusty chain loose.

"They won't let it get out." She assured him as she shoved the door open to get back outside. "Come on. We can get this whole place burned down to ash, neatly."

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein nods. It would have to do. It would have to. He killed a few more that got in their way, the shadows shimmering over the shining walls. "Damn whoever this is.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara made her way back outside and turned back toward therir vehicle that they'd come in. She already had her phone out and was dialing in the call for an emergency cleanup team. She put her gun back into her jacket holster and looked back to him. "Damn them indeed." She muttered.

Once the call had been place, she looked back to him. "They're on their way, Frank. They'll be here in ten."

[United] An Unexpect Visitor

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 An unexpected visitor
Date of Scene: 05 January 2018
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Frankenstein, Shadowlite

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein sits in a shield safehouse, watching Young Frankenstein, laughing but also horrified since he remembers it first hand and can't explain how. It's surreal and he takes notes and eats popcorn as he does.

The facility is a safe house in up state New York near a train. It's some place he can be at home without screams but still 'away' from work and some place he is allowed to rest until he finds a place of his own. It's semi high tech security, with a small arsenal but mainly just a secure facility with a small lab and arsenal just in case. The room he is in now is basically a lounge with a few chairs and tables near an open kitchen.

Shadowlite has posed:
There's probably some sort of alarm in the place, and it goes off in short order when Shadowlite hops out of a portal and into the armory. The bodysuit and trenchcoat wearing mutant doesn't seem all that fazed about it, really, his sub-machine gun sitting on his shoulder while he browses through the toys inside, his augmented reality goggles identifying each asset in turn. "Belated christmas for me, woo. I figured the absurd power draw for this place made it a lair of some kind."

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein blinks as one of 20 different alarms go off. He has no idea which kind it is but grabs his steam cannon and begins to look around. He stands and begins to look for something to point at when he hears a voice down the hall. "Who the hell goes?" He is midway between the human and monstros side of his spectrum and he sounds quite hoarse.

Shadowlite has posed:
Folding the sub-machine gun back into his trenchcoat, Shadowlite goes to find himself a nice hidey hole... before he concentrates, and suddenly a radial 40 meters around himself plunges into pitch blackness. There, in said hideyhole, he waits to see who comes along.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein looks around, not liking what he sees. Which is nothing. He knows someone is there though so he carefully moves forward, putting the gun and the flashlight back and forth. No light appears. Not good. "Hello?" He doesn't think the alarm is broken. He's just too seasoned.

Shadowlite has posed:
Oh good, someone who can't see in darkness. That makes this a lot easier. "Don't mind me, I'm just taking a look around." The voice is scrambled, and irreverent. "You've got yourself a nice hidey hole here. This yours, or are you with someone?" Shadowlite remains in his hideyhole, waiting for... with that voice, whatever... it is to step out into the open for him.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein tries to think of the list of folks who can do darkness. It's a short list and he has a database but the voice doesn't match the ones he knows. "You're in a SHIELD facility." That should throw most for a loop. But darkness is something he is comfortable in, even if he can't see. He is now quite in the open but not able to see Shadowlite.

Shadowlite has posed:
"Oh, SHIELD? Neat." Does one doesn't seem all that scared. "No wonder my goggles can't figure out half this shit." Shadowlite continues, the voice scrambler adjusted audibly, before he tosses a piece of loose metal over to the other side of the room, testing Frankensteins reaction time and detection methods.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein wonders at the word Goggles but that narrows things down a bit. Frankenstein almost has him identified but then is distracted by the noise and points the cannon at it. He's pretty fast for someone so large but not blinding. "Shadowlite?" Its a good guess at least

Shadowlite has posed:
"Never heard of him." The lie comes out smoothly. He's definitely used to that. "And you're probably not gonna let me take a look around, are you?" Shadowlite inquires.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein says, "You're on the index dude." He was sure now. "And I can start shooting the place up randomly but no one wants that. Why not let the lights back on and we can talk. There something particular you are looking for?"

Shadowlite has posed:
"You could shoot up the place randomly." Shadowlite concedes, "That won't be very effective, though." With the threat given, Shadowlite concentrates once more, and silently a misty blackness forms around his body, clinging to the bodysuit as it solidifies from head to toe, providing him with a pseudo titanium shell. "You have fun, now." With that, Frankenstein can hear an electrical crackling from... somewhere, seemingly in front of him, as Shadowlite begins to open an aperture into the Darkforce dimension.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein nods and is glad he can see...something at least. Frankenstein considers his options. The guy didn't visibly take anything. He'll probably have to report this but he's hardly concerned about arresting random people. Still. "Don't come back unless you knock on the door." It isn't an empty threat but he isn't being thugish either.

Shadowlite has posed:
The aperture is a bit random, seeing as Shadowlite only has a vague idea of the size of the place from scouting... but his portals wouldn't eject him into walls. Usually. He drops off on the other end of the facility, trying to find the utilities infrastructure to turn off the lights and smash the controls. Instead, he trips another alarm.

He looks up as it goes off, and sighs resignedly, "SHIELD sure are a bunch of unbelievable killjoys." He mutters under his breath, before he focuses, and his right hand outstretches, a misty black flow streams out of his arm and forms to close off the main doorway in with a sheet of titanium strength Darkforce. "I had to find the SHIELD safehouse that was occupied." He gripes.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein grunts as the alarm keeps going. He tries to remember where the security room is so he can check the cameras, and finds it locked, trying to remember the damn code. For now, he just listens, hoping he can hear something to locate where he is.

Shadowlite has posed:
With no attempt to break into the room, Shadowlite instead once again opens an aperture. SHIELD safehouse marked, time to let things cool down and see if he can hack into it from outside. Alarms are not fun to deal with. Once he steps through, Shadowlite disappears, and so does the elarm.

[United] Welcome to Wand

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Welcome to WAND
Date of Scene: 21 December 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Frankenstein is welcomed into the WAND division and showing around the offices by Lara Croft.
Cast of Characters: Lara Croft, Frankenstein

Lara Croft has posed:
The WAND offices are a bit different from the average SHIELD division. Cubicles and desks make up the bulk of the main room but in the very center is a large conference table surrounded by a host of office chairs... its at this table that WAND members meet to discuss activities and actions taking place within the world of the occult, the 'unseemly' things that go bump in the night, or just the oddities around the world that no one else wants to think about or try to figure out 'why'.

Right now the offices were fairly quiet, it was Christmas and most people were taking some time off. Since this wasn't the most active militaristic-division in SHIELD, the agents weren't held to the same standards that the rest of such ilk were.

Lara Croft was here though, she was in her office... one of the offices that line the walls around the cubicles and conference table.

She was currently coming out of her office, in-fact, dressed in a black longsleeved henley top and some dark blue jeans, she's moving toward a shelf along the wall to put back some old books she'd been using.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein walks in directly from Fury's office higher up in the same building and looks around closely. He likes that most of the overt signs of the supernatural aren't displayed. It cheapens things for him but he is enjoying the decorations, tempted to put the lights back into his sockets. He looks around and spots Lara. He is dressed as he usually is, jacket, shirt and pants. But they are fresh and laundered. Upon seeing her, he waves and says, "Hello."

Lara Croft has posed:
If it were any other building and any other job... seeing Frankenstein at your workplace might surprise you... but Lara Croft had coffee the other day with Hellboy.

So when she turned around and saw Frank there, much taller than her, she looked up at him and looked a 'bit' surprised at first, but she let that surprise fade into a smile.

"Hello." She said back to him, her right hand came off of a leather book she was holding and she offered it to him.

"I'm Lara, Croft." She introduced herself. "Need some help with something?" She'd ask him further.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein says, "Yes, just met with Director Fury. He's assigned me here. Joining up again." It had been 10, 20 or 60 years since....well. "Frankenstein." Duh but he was polite enough to answer with his own name. No first name given. "Fury says you're the senior agent here. I am a new recruit. Well...reactivated that is." He shakes her hand, it is firm but not crushing."

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara looked around after he said she was the senior agent here... she hadn't even thought about that. Johnson and Braithe had both left after Thanksgiving, they'd brought her into the WAND group last year when she'd joined, then several others had left since then...

"My god, I am." She quietly said, and then huffed out a laugh as she looked back at Frank.

She didn't want to really comment on his legacy, because she'd dealt with people who had them already (Indiana Jones for one) and she knew they generally hated that stuff.

"Glad to have you aboard." Lara would say to him with a grin given.

She'd turn and motion to follow after her. "Got a desk for you if you'd like to see it...? A workspace to settle into and hide away inside of?"

Lara carried her two books in her left arm and started to walk down the lane of cubicles to the far side of the offices.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein says, "Glad to be aboard. And desk..." he grins, "I must say that despite seven lifetimes of memories I have never, ever, had a desk, that would be...nice." Normal. Modern. "Any ongoing missions I should know about?" He looks at the books with curiousity but then walks with her."

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara would laugh softly as she brought him to the corner cubical, which as far as cubicals go... is top shelf!

She stood off to the sid eof its entry point and motioned it toward him, a nice L-shaped desk with a computer in the corner and some shelves and desk drawers. "I know its not much, but its a good space... as far as spaces go." The British woman would show the taller man a slight grin.

"What kind of missions and operations are you looking to assist us with?" She'd ask him then after he posed that last question to her.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein looks at his hands and then the keyboard, "Might have to...get a larger one there, second monitor but I know how to use it. It is lovely. I will try to add plants. Maybe a stapler." He looks down at her and is infected by her grin, "Well....I know of the occult but am no sorcerer. I'm imaginaning I would do better in the indimitate or smash department.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara would take a step back and let the man get comfortable with his new workspace. "You can contact Darcy Lewis to get any new office supplies that you might need. She'll bring them right to you and talk your ear off if you let her." Lara grinned a little again before she exhaled sharply and glanced around.

"I believe some of the agents have been working in and around Mutant Town, since the death of the President there's been a lot of instability keeping that part of southern New York City safer and clear of troubles... There have also been ongoing investigations into a... zombie infestation in the sewers beneath Brooklyn, but thats... not really my area of expertise so I have left that up to some of the others."

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein nods, "Doable. Should also get a comm. I see you guys ...us...use them all the time." He seems to enjoy her exhale but made no mention. "I've been...mostly underground but I've heard something about that. Zombies are much more normal territory for me. As you might imagine I take the descration of the dead quite seriously.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara hugged the two large leather books against her stomach behind both of her crossed forearms and she nodded one small time to Frank's words. "We can get you a comm unit before you head out for the day and yes... it sounds as though the zombies are not, medical in nature, such as those that plagued Raccoon City. It sounds more as though they are magical in origin, which would suggest we have a rogue necromancer perhaps trying to flex and test new spells... I will try to set you up with the agents on the case, perhaps you can help them." She'd show another little smile then. "Beyond that, you just need to... get comfortable here and attend meetings, and offer your skills on whatever cases seem to be suited for you."

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein keeps his gaze in her eyes at all times, not even beading a sweat. He has excellent periphial vision hoever. "Magical or surgical, I've dealt with them all. It is the area of the occult I know the most. If he is a necromancer, Fury was right to assign me here. I take it personally. I'd be happ to help them yes. I have a feeling I'll be quite comfortable, thank you for your concern...should I call you Lara or Agent Croft?

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara's understanding of his words made her nod in affirmation at him again. "Sounds perfect then." She'd say with a quick smile. "And yes, Lara is what I prefer. I never served in the military or held any rank prior. So I prefer to simply go by the name given to me as a child."

Lara turned half-way to her left and pointed a few doors down. "My office is just down there as well, so feel free to come to me if you have any questions or concerns."

She'd extend her hand to him again and offer another smile. "Good to have another onboard, I'll reach out to you if I need some intimidation and muscle on a job."

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein shook her hand, again, firmly but not crushingly. "It was a genuine pleasure to meet you Lara. I look forward and don't hesitate to ask for my help on anything."

[United] Beauty and the Beast

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Beauty and the Beast
Date of Scene: 11 December 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Frankenstein, Rift

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein has spent much of the time here in the square since the tree lighting, still wearing the christmas tree lights just like from the commercial. He is somewhat of a tourist attractiona lmost, none realizing he is the real deal.

Rift has posed:
A portal tears open in a remote corner of the park near you as a glowing female figure emerges, her body, clothes and all, washed out in a dull red glow with bright glows inside her arms legs, chest, and head. She looks for the large tree lighting... and then sees... some other christmas lights and goes to investigate.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein blinks and wipes his eyes wondering if it is Santa and then he blushes as the lighting does interesting things to certain curves as they come near him. He idly waves wondering if he has frightened small children again.

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua blinks as she lifts off the ground, hovering at your eye level. "So... did someone leave a Halloween decoration adn cover it in..." She trails off. "Wait, you're alive?" she asks, glowing eyes wide as she orbits you curiously.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein is on the human side of his spectrum so almost looks humanish. He is not quite as terrifying as usual. "Yes...I am." There is still a slight slur to his words as if he didn't talk much but it adds a rich bass tone to his voice making it insaley deep.

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua nods slowly, clicking her tongue. "You may call me Rift," she states, extending her hand. "Why are you standing in the dark wrapped in Christmas tree lights?" she asks.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein says, "I am....um...Frankenstein." He shrugs. Its kind of a well known name. He takes her hand and kisses it. He is a man from another time. "Well....there was this commercial. And it gave me an excuse to not make people run away screaming."

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua blinks. "Frankenstein..." she muses softly. "Sine you don't look like a scentist, I will assume you mean the creation." She doesn't use the word 'monster'. "One could even say that you might be considered a mutant..." She stays hovering at eye level. "You do look festive. So... where are you from?" she asks.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein says, "There is an xkcd...it clarifies..." he smiles, "I am the son of...creation of the patriarch ofthat most...interesting" he says it in a tone to indicate disturbing, "class of people. I am apparently many frankensteins to boot. I am from...many places. I remember some...not all. Switzerland is where my oldest selfwas born."

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua nods. "Fascinating..." she muses, sounding truly interested as she descends to land. The cold doesn't bother her while the gravity field is active. "So - what do you do? Do you try to be a hero? I'm still in high school but I want to join the X-Men some day."

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein says, "Lots of me have done lots of things. I've got an application pending to rejoin shield. Some mercinary work. Hunting down anyone trying to recreate the experiment. You'd be amazed at how many people try to do it. High School..." he thinks, "Good. Stay in school." Apparently one of him dida lot of hostess comercials and PSAs"

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua blinks. "Wait - why are you continuing to talk like you are... more than one person?" she asks. "I don't get it - oh, want some hot dogs? I can get you one if you want... I normally eat six at a time but my powers give me a high metabolism..."

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein says, "I am ...a Frankenstein of Frankensteins....more than just the original." He shrugs and smiles, "Hot dogs are good.""

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua smiles as she darts over to the hotdog stand, a faint red glow. The glow winks out in the distance... ... until it starts up again as she returns with eight hotdogs - with the works minus the relish and hands you two. "Here," hse states. "A Frankenstein of frankensteins... that must be awfully confusing. I thought being able to tell gravity where to shove it was weird."

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein has the hot dog and eats it. "That is good. Thank you." He nods, "It is. It is hard to know where I end or I begin. I am the sum of my parts and more than the sum of my parts. There are people I know and people I don't. People I should know and people who should know me. We have no idea who made this version ofme. Gravity is a useful power to have.

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua nods. "Do you remember future incarnations too or is it just all the present and past ones?" She pondres. "Yes - but one of the main mutant terrorists uses electormagnetism, which is severl orders of magnitude reater..."

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein says, "I do. A few different futures actually, some of which I am sure couldn't happen already. Whole worlds that are much different than this. Some where half the heroes aren't even here or other half isn't. It's weird. Do you know physics too?"

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua smiles. "I made it a point to study physics - I have found it very useful in undrestanding what I can do - and can't." She smiles. "Though most of what I've learned I realize doesn't apply to me." She ponders. "My big passion is cooking though."

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein nods, "Yes, anatomy and a bit of biology are handy for me. I had to learn from my father. I mainly had to learn in case anyone else is stupid enough to mess around with the dead. Have you tried cooking with Gravity?

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua nods. "That sounds like a good idea..." She smiles as she eats a hot dog, going quiet. "I'm going to have to get going - it's almost curfew." She smiles. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Frankenstein..." She smiles as a portal opens as she steps through it.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein smiles, "Lovely meeting you Rift. If I can't talk well later, its still me." He waves as she heads off.