As he flew deeper into Fort Wilson, the Major felt a his gut tighten. Still feeling insecure despite his powers, he almost missed seeing Captain Stevens waving a flashlight in his direction. Descending to land, he saw the Captain snap to attention, giving him a crisp salute
"Greetings Major. Everyone else is inside waiting. Best hurry; I think the general is getting somewhat impatient"
chuckling to himself, the major replied "I'm sure he is Captain. I'd have been here sooner, but the FBI got a legit tip about some saboteurs making a hit on the Brooklyn Navy Yards. I got there just in time to stop them before racing all the way here. I'm a little tired from flying so fast; would you mind getting me a soda pop? I'm pretty * thirsty!
The Captain responded "No problem Sir!" as he opened the door for the Major. Dropping his Meteor Shield, the Man of the Future entered the building....
OOC: Guess I'm finally there!
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Outlandish Tales from WWII - Issue #1: * in America!
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BASHMAN
- All-Father of Bash!
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- Joined: Sat Apr 03, 2010 11:00 pm
Unknown Soldier: Status: Normal (Unliving) 100 Hits
The Unknown Soldier did as he does best, remaining unobtrusive. At any moment he could turn invisible, but it was not necessary here. Living people seldom approached him; whether it was out of reverence for his past history as a Revolutionary War soldier, or genuine fear, he couldn't say.
In general, he spent much of his time invisible. It was only when he was needed that the Unknown Soldier appeared. Because he had been contacted and requested to appear here, he decided it was best to remain visible so people would know he had kept the appointment.
OOC: Unknown Soldier basically won't speak unless spoken to, and even then, he is reserved in making comments. He knows that his 18th century manner of speech is a bit unusual here. He still is getting used to "modernity" and all it entails: the weird fashions, electric lights, radio, women in skirts that expose all the way up to the knee (and in army uniforms no less). He also tries to keep this to himself
The Unknown Soldier did as he does best, remaining unobtrusive. At any moment he could turn invisible, but it was not necessary here. Living people seldom approached him; whether it was out of reverence for his past history as a Revolutionary War soldier, or genuine fear, he couldn't say.
In general, he spent much of his time invisible. It was only when he was needed that the Unknown Soldier appeared. Because he had been contacted and requested to appear here, he decided it was best to remain visible so people would know he had kept the appointment.
OOC: Unknown Soldier basically won't speak unless spoken to, and even then, he is reserved in making comments. He knows that his 18th century manner of speech is a bit unusual here. He still is getting used to "modernity" and all it entails: the weird fashions, electric lights, radio, women in skirts that expose all the way up to the knee (and in army uniforms no less). He also tries to keep this to himself
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bigsteveuk
- Superhero
- Posts: 365
- Joined: Mon Apr 19, 2010 11:00 pm
Blockade (Status: Normal, Hits: 100)
As Jack watched the footage he could feel the rage building in him, if those German son’s of a * thought they were going to get away this. But when the Mae mentioned the Übermensch soldiers, and Jack felt a wave of nausea, * if she knew the truth then no wonder she was blanking him, there was darkness in him now, he was poison.
As he brooded about his situation he listened as the group started firing questions and he started to understand their importance, Jack was a weapon, a blunt instrument to be used on the enemy and these clowns might just lead in him in the right direction and then hopefully they would have the sense to keep their heads down and stay the * out of his way.
OOC:
Depending on answers Jack will also enquire about troop numbers, munitions used (German calibres), potential abilities the enemy used (“this guy fired beams from his eyes”, this might come from face to face interviews).
As Jack watched the footage he could feel the rage building in him, if those German son’s of a * thought they were going to get away this. But when the Mae mentioned the Übermensch soldiers, and Jack felt a wave of nausea, * if she knew the truth then no wonder she was blanking him, there was darkness in him now, he was poison.
As he brooded about his situation he listened as the group started firing questions and he started to understand their importance, Jack was a weapon, a blunt instrument to be used on the enemy and these clowns might just lead in him in the right direction and then hopefully they would have the sense to keep their heads down and stay the * out of his way.
OOC:
Depending on answers Jack will also enquire about troop numbers, munitions used (German calibres), potential abilities the enemy used (“this guy fired beams from his eyes”, this might come from face to face interviews).
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Harrigan
- Costumed Crimefighter
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- Joined: Tue Aug 02, 2011 11:00 pm
- Location: Colorado
“Alright, people, settle in,” Captain Stevens said loudly, over the other conversations in the room as he entered with a colorfully-costumed man. “Major Meteor here is our last arrival, General, so we can begin when you’re ready.”
The steel-haired five-star at the front of the assembly nodded. “Then we’ll begin, Captain. Sit down, everyone. We’ll do formal introductions once I’ve given you a bit of the background on the operation you’ve been recruited for. Uncle Sam has called and you have answered – your fellow Americans thank you for this."
The senior officer paced a moment, then signaled for a well-groomed young lieutenant to start the projector. The lights dimmed as the reel-to-reel machine began to tick and the matte screen behind the General began to flicker to life.
“My name is General Joseph Brubaker, and I will be in command of every detail of this operation. Hold your questions until the briefing has ended; there will be time for Q&A.”
When the film began playing, silently and in black and white, the General provided a gravelly voiceover. The opening scenes were harsh ones – fire, smoke, devastation. “What you’re seeing here is the destruction caused by some kind of special German assault unit, perhaps a branch of the SS. There are two things that are unique about these assaults – and I should mention that there have been four of them in the last six weeks. Those two things – number one: they took place on American soil. That’s right, right here in the continental U.S. And number two, the * attack force appears to be comprised of… unconventional forces. Such as yourselves.”
’Unconventional forces,’ Brubaker thought briefly to himself, looking out over the audience, all of whom were glued to the footage of buildings and bridges and shipyards burning, of fallen policemen, firemen and soldiers. Just what kind of crew have Winters and Stevens put together here? Starr and Stewart I can trust, but the rest of them? A shell-shocked soldier who can’t go out in public without his gas mask, a kid who washed out of recruitment so many times he’s subjected his body to God knows what kind of chemicals, a half-breed woman with a bow and arrow and a goddamned ghost who only appears when ‘the country needs him most!’ At least the rocket-jockey is more of a known quantity. He’s been around and cooperative for a number of years.
“The four sites are spread all over the U.S. – Pennsylvania, Wisconsin, South Carolina, Kansas. These are not sites near the coast so we do not necessary expect a naval base of operations, but we otherwise have no leads on where these * are basing themselves, or how they are able to hit-and-run in a matter of hours, right under our noses.”
When the footage ran out, the lights came on and Brubaker’s frown was something to behold. “You can imagine I do not like that this has happened, and that it will continue to happen unless we put a stop to it. And that’s where you come in, gentlemen. And Lady.”
“General, if I may,” Winters said from the side, walking on click-click heels to stand beside him. “The public at large does not know about these attacks as of yet, or at least of any of the details behind them. That will not last – there is no way to keep this quiet, and the effect it will have on morale here at home is going to be devastating. We don’t know much about our German foes. They strike at night, hard and fast. Eye-witnesses have reported one of the so-called Übermensch soldiers being present, along with a number of heavily-armed and armored walking tanks – what we’re calling Spazierend Panzers – and also aerial troops.”
The O.S.S. analyst surveyed the room, her eyes not lingering on Jack’s any longer than anyone else’s, the big hero noticed, and she continued. “So. American Rubber. Lady Paramount. Cauchemar. Unknown Soldier. Sky Marshall. We brought you here to ask you to help defend your country. To help Blockade and Major Meteor in this task, the seven of you against the German force, with our full support.”
“The rest of our non-con force is engaged, in Europe and elsewhere,” Captain Stevens offered from the back. “Fellow American, The TNT Kid, Locomotive Johnson, American Ape, Dr. Eureka, the All-American Girl – they’re all fighting the good fight over there.”
The General resumed charge of the briefing. “So. I’m sure you all have some questions, and there’s some paperwork to fill out, so let’s get this show on the road.”
[OOC: a bit more detail about what you saw in the film: In Bristol, PA, the attack was on a Grumman factory making F4F Wildcats engines; a good-sized civilian bridge was knocked out in Madison, WI; In Orin, SC it was a shipyard that got torched; near Fairfax, Kansas, it looks like it was an airbase that was hit. (A Naval training airbase, for those of you with enough military background to know the difference.)]
The steel-haired five-star at the front of the assembly nodded. “Then we’ll begin, Captain. Sit down, everyone. We’ll do formal introductions once I’ve given you a bit of the background on the operation you’ve been recruited for. Uncle Sam has called and you have answered – your fellow Americans thank you for this."
The senior officer paced a moment, then signaled for a well-groomed young lieutenant to start the projector. The lights dimmed as the reel-to-reel machine began to tick and the matte screen behind the General began to flicker to life.
“My name is General Joseph Brubaker, and I will be in command of every detail of this operation. Hold your questions until the briefing has ended; there will be time for Q&A.”
When the film began playing, silently and in black and white, the General provided a gravelly voiceover. The opening scenes were harsh ones – fire, smoke, devastation. “What you’re seeing here is the destruction caused by some kind of special German assault unit, perhaps a branch of the SS. There are two things that are unique about these assaults – and I should mention that there have been four of them in the last six weeks. Those two things – number one: they took place on American soil. That’s right, right here in the continental U.S. And number two, the * attack force appears to be comprised of… unconventional forces. Such as yourselves.”
’Unconventional forces,’ Brubaker thought briefly to himself, looking out over the audience, all of whom were glued to the footage of buildings and bridges and shipyards burning, of fallen policemen, firemen and soldiers. Just what kind of crew have Winters and Stevens put together here? Starr and Stewart I can trust, but the rest of them? A shell-shocked soldier who can’t go out in public without his gas mask, a kid who washed out of recruitment so many times he’s subjected his body to God knows what kind of chemicals, a half-breed woman with a bow and arrow and a goddamned ghost who only appears when ‘the country needs him most!’ At least the rocket-jockey is more of a known quantity. He’s been around and cooperative for a number of years.
“The four sites are spread all over the U.S. – Pennsylvania, Wisconsin, South Carolina, Kansas. These are not sites near the coast so we do not necessary expect a naval base of operations, but we otherwise have no leads on where these * are basing themselves, or how they are able to hit-and-run in a matter of hours, right under our noses.”
When the footage ran out, the lights came on and Brubaker’s frown was something to behold. “You can imagine I do not like that this has happened, and that it will continue to happen unless we put a stop to it. And that’s where you come in, gentlemen. And Lady.”
“General, if I may,” Winters said from the side, walking on click-click heels to stand beside him. “The public at large does not know about these attacks as of yet, or at least of any of the details behind them. That will not last – there is no way to keep this quiet, and the effect it will have on morale here at home is going to be devastating. We don’t know much about our German foes. They strike at night, hard and fast. Eye-witnesses have reported one of the so-called Übermensch soldiers being present, along with a number of heavily-armed and armored walking tanks – what we’re calling Spazierend Panzers – and also aerial troops.”
The O.S.S. analyst surveyed the room, her eyes not lingering on Jack’s any longer than anyone else’s, the big hero noticed, and she continued. “So. American Rubber. Lady Paramount. Cauchemar. Unknown Soldier. Sky Marshall. We brought you here to ask you to help defend your country. To help Blockade and Major Meteor in this task, the seven of you against the German force, with our full support.”
“The rest of our non-con force is engaged, in Europe and elsewhere,” Captain Stevens offered from the back. “Fellow American, The TNT Kid, Locomotive Johnson, American Ape, Dr. Eureka, the All-American Girl – they’re all fighting the good fight over there.”
The General resumed charge of the briefing. “So. I’m sure you all have some questions, and there’s some paperwork to fill out, so let’s get this show on the road.”
[OOC: a bit more detail about what you saw in the film: In Bristol, PA, the attack was on a Grumman factory making F4F Wildcats engines; a good-sized civilian bridge was knocked out in Madison, WI; In Orin, SC it was a shipyard that got torched; near Fairfax, Kansas, it looks like it was an airbase that was hit. (A Naval training airbase, for those of you with enough military background to know the difference.)]
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kevperrine
- Paragon
- Posts: 783
- Joined: Wed Jul 28, 2010 11:00 pm
- Location: Detroit, MI
AMERICAN RUBBER (Status: Normal, Hits: 100)
aka. Dr. Kenny Kirby
An elastic smile on his mug, Dr. Kirby ... about to sling-over to thank the Captain for making him feel a little more like he belonged... .... but then something...... powerful took his attention, as it did Stevens':
"CraaaaaaaPolla!"
American Rubber slipped quietly seeing the film, hearing the attacks were on AMERICAN SOIL!!
Speaking quickly, bouncing word to word, phrase to phrase, much like an elastic band... American Rubber's tongue blurted:
"Uh... gener... uh... commander, ma'am... uh Sir......!"
Glancing a bit, waiting for what seemed an eternity for others to step in... Kenny just couldn't wait. (mind bounding one subject to the next)
"ummm, an' ma'am... what do you mean... 'WALKING' tanks... an'... What the heck's an 'Übermunchkin' soldiers, d'ya mean like us...?? SUPERHEROES?"
"ohh... an'... can we talk to the eye-witnesses?
Would I be right, guessin' ma'am, they're average joes... er... uh... civilians?"
Dr. Kirby finished, trying his best to correct himself to give the best ... 'technical terms' or at least how he thought a military commander would want to hear.
Eyes darting so rapidly, a sort of whiplash effect * A.R.'s forehead... as he looked to the others. Himself both waiting for approval from his colleagues as well as his turn to talk again!
'Durn-it, stoopidstoopidstoopid'
he thought to himself... trying to correct terms as he spoke... his mind continuing to race with follow-up questions before waiting to hear answers from his first thoughts...
[OOC: hope it's okay to reply with quotes on things like the above to "catch up" on something I woulda replied with action/thought too]
aka. Dr. Kenny Kirby
Adjusting himself from his formerly unknown slump... American Rubber's shoulders filled up as rigid as a 'Packer' linebacker (Green Bay won the championship in '39).Across the room, Captain Stevens noticed Kenny Kirby's seriously slumping shoulders and got his attention. "Hey -- American Rubber, right? Captain Fred Stevens, US Army. We appreciate your coming, son."
An elastic smile on his mug, Dr. Kirby ... about to sling-over to thank the Captain for making him feel a little more like he belonged... .... but then something...... powerful took his attention, as it did Stevens':
Snapping his googly neck back into place...Major Meteor descending on Fort Wilson, seeing Captain Stevens waving a flashlight in his direction.... the door for the Major. Dropping his Meteor Shield, the Man of the Future entered the building....
“Alright, people, settle in,” Captain Stevens said loudly, over the other conversations in the room as he entered with a colorfully-costumed man. “Major Meteor here is our last arrival, General, so we can begin when you’re ready.”
"CraaaaaaaPolla!"
American Rubber slipped quietly seeing the film, hearing the attacks were on AMERICAN SOIL!!
Speaking quickly, bouncing word to word, phrase to phrase, much like an elastic band... American Rubber's tongue blurted:
"Uh... gener... uh... commander, ma'am... uh Sir......!"
Glancing a bit, waiting for what seemed an eternity for others to step in... Kenny just couldn't wait. (mind bounding one subject to the next)
"ummm, an' ma'am... what do you mean... 'WALKING' tanks... an'... What the heck's an 'Übermunchkin' soldiers, d'ya mean like us...?? SUPERHEROES?"
"ohh... an'... can we talk to the eye-witnesses?
Would I be right, guessin' ma'am, they're average joes... er... uh... civilians?"
Dr. Kirby finished, trying his best to correct himself to give the best ... 'technical terms' or at least how he thought a military commander would want to hear.
Eyes darting so rapidly, a sort of whiplash effect * A.R.'s forehead... as he looked to the others. Himself both waiting for approval from his colleagues as well as his turn to talk again!
'Durn-it, stoopidstoopidstoopid'
he thought to himself... trying to correct terms as he spoke... his mind continuing to race with follow-up questions before waiting to hear answers from his first thoughts...
[OOC: hope it's okay to reply with quotes on things like the above to "catch up" on something I woulda replied with action/thought too]
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Heroglyph
- Hero
- Posts: 254
- Joined: Sun May 02, 2010 11:00 pm
- Location: Chicago
Lady Paramount (Status: Normal, Hits: 100)
Lady Paramount was stunned by the footage. She had seen similar devastation in newsreels. But, knowing that it was occurring on American soil had a much more profound effect on her. She felt her eyes start to well up, but she forced the tears away before anyone could see. If they see me cry, I'll never hear the end of it. , she thought.
"General, if no further leads have yet been turned up, I think American Rubber is on the right track. Questioning the witnesses is a good idea. As well as conducting on sight investigations. I'm a * good hunter, so I might be able to pick up some tracks that may have been missed."
"Also, is there any sort of connection between these sights? Something that might be classified? "
Lady Paramount was stunned by the footage. She had seen similar devastation in newsreels. But, knowing that it was occurring on American soil had a much more profound effect on her. She felt her eyes start to well up, but she forced the tears away before anyone could see. If they see me cry, I'll never hear the end of it. , she thought.
"General, if no further leads have yet been turned up, I think American Rubber is on the right track. Questioning the witnesses is a good idea. As well as conducting on sight investigations. I'm a * good hunter, so I might be able to pick up some tracks that may have been missed."
"Also, is there any sort of connection between these sights? Something that might be classified? "
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BeardedDork
- Hero
- Posts: 348
- Joined: Wed Jun 16, 2010 11:00 pm
- Location: The Snow Covered Mountains of Montana
- Contact:
Cauchemar, Normal, 80 Hits
His brow knit invisibly beneath his helmet and mask. "It's going to be impossible to keep Chris out of this, when he finds out", he thought to himself, if he's with me I can at least look out for him.
"Also I'd like to make a phone call if I may."
Cauchemar's hand scrawled almost unconsciously an in an arcane hieroglyphic script as he watched the film footage. He waited for the footage to end and composed his thoughts while his companions rattled through some rapid fire questions. Bye and bye he stood and asked, "How big are these "Walking Tanks, and would it be possible to obtain rail manifests for all shipments from a let's say 300 mile radius of around... Sandusky Ohio and... maybe... Norfolk Virginia?"Captain Kearney was studiously comparing notes on his desk as his hand furiously scrawled out the hieroglyphic form of his own notes, and unintelligible series of simple doodles to any but himself, when there came a timid rapping on his battered plank door. "Captain, Sir...uh..." a voice followed close behind.
"What is it, Pipsqueak?" Kearney asked rubbing his eyes, and half turning on his uncomfortable olive drab wooden chair to face his caller.
"Major... um, Major Teibold, says the Brits just captured a Jerry Colonel, who has some interesting things to say about some Krupp emplacements. He... He wants you to go check it out." The young Lieutenant stammered at him.
"Corporal load up some pigeons and get one of the signals boys to bring a radio, looks like we're going for a drive" he said addressing the code-talker reading a book on his bunk in the corner of the dugout the two men shared.
His brow knit invisibly beneath his helmet and mask. "It's going to be impossible to keep Chris out of this, when he finds out", he thought to himself, if he's with me I can at least look out for him.
"Also I'd like to make a phone call if I may."
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bigsteveuk
- Superhero
- Posts: 365
- Joined: Mon Apr 19, 2010 11:00 pm
Blockade (Status: Normal, Hits: 100)
As Jack watched the footage he could feel the rage building in him, if those German son’s of a * thought they were going to get away this. But when the Mae mentioned the Übermensch soldiers, Jack felt a wave of nausea, * if she knew the truth then no wonder she was blanking him, there was darkness in him now, he was poison.
As he brooded about his situation he listened as the group started firing questions and he started to understand their importance, Jack was a weapon, a blunt instrument to be used on the enemy and these clowns might just lead in him in the right direction and then hopefully they would have the sense to keep their heads down and stay the * out of his way.
OOC:
Depending on answers Jack will also enquire about troop numbers, munitions used (German calibres), potential abilities the enemy used (“this guy fired beams from his eyes”, this might come from face to face interviews). Apart from chaos, did they appear to have any other mission objectives, was anyone kidnapped, was anything taken, destroyed etc.
As Jack watched the footage he could feel the rage building in him, if those German son’s of a * thought they were going to get away this. But when the Mae mentioned the Übermensch soldiers, Jack felt a wave of nausea, * if she knew the truth then no wonder she was blanking him, there was darkness in him now, he was poison.
As he brooded about his situation he listened as the group started firing questions and he started to understand their importance, Jack was a weapon, a blunt instrument to be used on the enemy and these clowns might just lead in him in the right direction and then hopefully they would have the sense to keep their heads down and stay the * out of his way.
OOC:
Depending on answers Jack will also enquire about troop numbers, munitions used (German calibres), potential abilities the enemy used (“this guy fired beams from his eyes”, this might come from face to face interviews). Apart from chaos, did they appear to have any other mission objectives, was anyone kidnapped, was anything taken, destroyed etc.
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kevperrine
- Paragon
- Posts: 783
- Joined: Wed Jul 28, 2010 11:00 pm
- Location: Detroit, MI
AMERICAN RUBBER (Status: Normal, Hits: 100)
aka. Dr. Kenny Kirby
Everyone seemed to be taking in the newsreel... some more harshly than others. The gas-masked fellow noting on some ... parchment perhaps.
'huh... quaint...' Dr. Kirby toyed briefly..... his mind not used to even considering taking notes! Kirby hadn't taken "notes" since pre-K school... as involuntarily as thinking it, muttering at the exact same instance - when quirkly smiling at Cauchemar...
"...quaint..." he jested...
A student of analysis, the human (and animal) condition, and just a general curiosity found American Rubber considering what the "group think" was here.
But it was ... difficult, shall we say, to focus. The 'hero' Blockade made him uncomfortable... naturally... He didn't get that from any of the sparse newsreels he'd seen on the shield-laden hero, but here... in person... '...unsettling...' the Pliable Patriot thought.... and again just as innocent and unintentional, drifting aloud:
"...un...settling..."
However... attention was most easily returned with a brighter sheen among the heroes. Setting full attention to the heroic gal in the room (no offense to Ms. Winters I'm sure)...
"Right on..." A.R. exclaimed, excited SOMEONE liked his idea.
"...but fellow patriots..." glancing about and unconsciously becoming more like a wrapping rain-slicker or umbrella around the team... Not in any sort of hostile way, mind you... American Rubber's form (and personality) seemed to naturally begin expanding around the back of the room little by little as he spoke "covering" his new teammates as he spoke...
"...Maybe... fellas. Maybe we otta know a little about each other before running off half-*. NO OFFENSE Mr. Blockade.. uh...Sir." ... he charmed with a half-smile, trying to lighten the shield-bearer's body language, at the same time trying to seem strong in Blockade's (and the other's) eyes.
"...I'm all for sussing out the clues - I got an eye an' ear for that sorta thing myself, an' an achin' to get into the action. But, I'm thinkin' them Ratziz doing the dirty work in the footage there... I'm thinkin' they seem to be functioning as if they've had training - I mean... with the little amount of intel, combined with big-steel like them tank-walker, which we still don't know much about... I mean. They gotta be trained together to move that kinda muscle and manpower without so much as Mr. an' Mrs. American Citizen getting their peepers on any better details. Let alone the fine minds of the American Brass upstairs..."
Dr. Kirby... realizing he was AGAIN monopolizing the group-think, staged back... his form reducing as he thought. Kirby wasn't used to working as part of a team... The worry wasn't hard to see, but perhaps worry misjudged. Kenny wasn't concerned about the heroes in the room... he was worried if HE could live up to being labeled a 'hero' by being assembled here.
"...Geez... sorry fellas, ma'am... I'm just meanin' that... well, maybe we should ... uh... talk about how WE can help. I'm guessin' you might have figured out a little about how-come I'm ... uh... equipped for ... uh... action?.... hehe.."
Sometimes...
It was hard being American Rubber.
But it was harder being Dr. Kenny Kirby.
'Ding-blast-it!!, Kenneth Stanley Kirby...!'
the Resilient Reservist thought...
'maybe I'm just as ridiculous as my powers are.... ugh...'
aka. Dr. Kenny Kirby
Cauchemar wrote:Cauchemar's hand scrawled almost unconsciously an in an arcane hieroglyphic script as he watched the film footage.
'Curiouser and curiouser.....' Dr. Kirby thought... his eyes still darting, taking in as much information as his pliable brow and facial features must have given out, as involuntary or autogenetic as the "rubberation serum" had made his full form... it also required the good doctor's attention to not "wear" his emotions on his sleeve, so to speak.Blockade wrote:...brooding...
Everyone seemed to be taking in the newsreel... some more harshly than others. The gas-masked fellow noting on some ... parchment perhaps.
'huh... quaint...' Dr. Kirby toyed briefly..... his mind not used to even considering taking notes! Kirby hadn't taken "notes" since pre-K school... as involuntarily as thinking it, muttering at the exact same instance - when quirkly smiling at Cauchemar...
"...quaint..." he jested...
A student of analysis, the human (and animal) condition, and just a general curiosity found American Rubber considering what the "group think" was here.
But it was ... difficult, shall we say, to focus. The 'hero' Blockade made him uncomfortable... naturally... He didn't get that from any of the sparse newsreels he'd seen on the shield-laden hero, but here... in person... '...unsettling...' the Pliable Patriot thought.... and again just as innocent and unintentional, drifting aloud:
"...un...settling..."
However... attention was most easily returned with a brighter sheen among the heroes. Setting full attention to the heroic gal in the room (no offense to Ms. Winters I'm sure)...
Lady Paramount wrote:"...I'm a * good hunter, so I might be able to pick up some tracks that may have been missed."
"Also, is there any sort of connection between these sights? Something that might be classified? "
"Right on..." A.R. exclaimed, excited SOMEONE liked his idea.
"...but fellow patriots..." glancing about and unconsciously becoming more like a wrapping rain-slicker or umbrella around the team... Not in any sort of hostile way, mind you... American Rubber's form (and personality) seemed to naturally begin expanding around the back of the room little by little as he spoke "covering" his new teammates as he spoke...
"...Maybe... fellas. Maybe we otta know a little about each other before running off half-*. NO OFFENSE Mr. Blockade.. uh...Sir." ... he charmed with a half-smile, trying to lighten the shield-bearer's body language, at the same time trying to seem strong in Blockade's (and the other's) eyes.
"...I'm all for sussing out the clues - I got an eye an' ear for that sorta thing myself, an' an achin' to get into the action. But, I'm thinkin' them Ratziz doing the dirty work in the footage there... I'm thinkin' they seem to be functioning as if they've had training - I mean... with the little amount of intel, combined with big-steel like them tank-walker, which we still don't know much about... I mean. They gotta be trained together to move that kinda muscle and manpower without so much as Mr. an' Mrs. American Citizen getting their peepers on any better details. Let alone the fine minds of the American Brass upstairs..."
Dr. Kirby... realizing he was AGAIN monopolizing the group-think, staged back... his form reducing as he thought. Kirby wasn't used to working as part of a team... The worry wasn't hard to see, but perhaps worry misjudged. Kenny wasn't concerned about the heroes in the room... he was worried if HE could live up to being labeled a 'hero' by being assembled here.
"...Geez... sorry fellas, ma'am... I'm just meanin' that... well, maybe we should ... uh... talk about how WE can help. I'm guessin' you might have figured out a little about how-come I'm ... uh... equipped for ... uh... action?.... hehe.."
Sometimes...
It was hard being American Rubber.
But it was harder being Dr. Kenny Kirby.
'Ding-blast-it!!, Kenneth Stanley Kirby...!'
the Resilient Reservist thought...
'maybe I'm just as ridiculous as my powers are.... ugh...'
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Heroglyph
- Hero
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" I think everyone's reputations speak for themselves, American Rubber " said Lady Paramount. "However, I see your point." She said, as she stood from her chair. "I'm Lady Paramount. I have no superhuman abilities, but I' m good with a bow, and I can handle myself up close as well. As, I said earlier, I'm also a pretty good hunter."
"I can provide recon, infiltration, stealth, long range support and physical if need be...I can provide references if you want to check them." she said with a wink and a smile, as she sat down again.
"I can provide recon, infiltration, stealth, long range support and physical if need be...I can provide references if you want to check them." she said with a wink and a smile, as she sat down again.
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Harrigan
- Costumed Crimefighter
- Posts: 185
- Joined: Tue Aug 02, 2011 11:00 pm
- Location: Colorado
"That's a good idea, American Rubber," Captain Stevens said with a nod. As the team ran through their introductions over the next few minutes, though, it became clear that the earlier line of questioning around speaking with eyewitnesses and whatnot had troubled the man's superior.
When the time came to resume the briefing proper, A pained look crossed General Brubaker's face as he grimaced and made eye contact with Winters, Stevens and Starr, in that order. He then formulated his best attempt at a diplomatic reply.
"Glad you’re all friends now. About the investigation – Captain Stevens, will you explain to these upstanding American citizens that they are not needed to investigate the scenes or interview the witnesses? They are here to fight, and fight hard. This is to be an interception operation. The next time the * bastards start in on some unsuspecting American town, we’re going to be there right after they are. We’ll hit them while they’re in the middle of their little raid. They won’t see us coming, and I’m relying on you people and the rest of the U.S. Army to see that we put an end to this nonsense.”
Stevens, a handsome, clean-shaven man of about forty, raised his eyebrows when all eyes turned to him. “The General is right – you’re here to put the boot to Adolf’s merry crew… but General, will there be harm in letting them look into the attacks in more detail? They might find something that—“
“Absolutely not,” Brubaker replied firmly, cutting the Captain off. “Stevens – our best men are working this. They’re on top of it. What we need is for these folks to punch Jerry in the chops, over and over again until he realizes he’s just made the biggest goddamned mistake of the War. I don’t need a bunch of characters running around talking to civilians and rattled soldiers. You think the lid’s hard to keep on this thing now? Just wait.”
Turning, the General lifted a stack of manila folders from a desk behind him and dropped them heavily on the table in the middle of the room, near the projector. “I’m not an unreasonable man, though, and I understand wanting to know your enemy. These four dossiers contain everything we know about the attacks. You’ll find photos, written eyewitness accounts, notes from our best analysts and more. Take a look. Dig in, Soldiers.”
The team happily complied at that point, spreading the contents of the dossiers out on the table to make it easier to view as a group. In the end, though, there really wasn’t much to go on. There was evidence that the whole Kraut * has been brought to bear – 9mm pistol casings, loads of 7.92mm rifle shells, 20mms, 37mms, 50mms, 75mms – even a few 88s. There wasn’t much about troop numbers or composition, strategy or means of ingress… and worse, there really appeared to be no connection at all between the sites, something that was troubling for more than one member of the team.
The attacks seemed to have one thing behind them -- causing maximum destruction. Subtle in no way, shape or form, they'd been big, loud, assaults boiling with the shouts of angry men, the chatter of machine-gun fire and the thunder of bombs and shells going off. There were a few tidbits in the photos and written accounts – flying German soldiers with explosive rocket-rifles, an armored * with a pair of flamethrowers, a man who moved like a cheetah, faster than humanly possible, a German officer in a long coat with a glowing hand, a woman with a pair of big, technologically advanced gauntlets, and finally, in one all-too-clear photo, a blonde-haired, muscular man with a Swastika on his chest hovering in mid-air, surveying the battle before him with pride.
Seeing that worried Jack Starr – worried him even more than the cold shoulder he seemed to be getting from Mae Winters. She was ignoring him entirely, and had maneuvered closer to the Unknown Soldier, the eerie hero who’d hardly said a word thus far.
“Your appearance here is very meaningful,” the blonde said quietly to the ghostly minute-man, off to the side of the main conversation. “How is it you know… when to come?”
Far across the room, Cauchemar was shown to a phone by the young Lieutenant who'd been working the projector, much to the consternation of the General, who couldn’t for the life of him understand the need for a phone call now.
[OOC: Please proceed with the Intros & Abilities bit started by AR and LP, then move on to reacting to what you've seen in this post, which will happen *after* that exchange. Don't want to interrupt the flow, but I want to get this off now to keep things moving tomorrow since I likely won't have time later tonight to post.]
When the time came to resume the briefing proper, A pained look crossed General Brubaker's face as he grimaced and made eye contact with Winters, Stevens and Starr, in that order. He then formulated his best attempt at a diplomatic reply.
"Glad you’re all friends now. About the investigation – Captain Stevens, will you explain to these upstanding American citizens that they are not needed to investigate the scenes or interview the witnesses? They are here to fight, and fight hard. This is to be an interception operation. The next time the * bastards start in on some unsuspecting American town, we’re going to be there right after they are. We’ll hit them while they’re in the middle of their little raid. They won’t see us coming, and I’m relying on you people and the rest of the U.S. Army to see that we put an end to this nonsense.”
Stevens, a handsome, clean-shaven man of about forty, raised his eyebrows when all eyes turned to him. “The General is right – you’re here to put the boot to Adolf’s merry crew… but General, will there be harm in letting them look into the attacks in more detail? They might find something that—“
“Absolutely not,” Brubaker replied firmly, cutting the Captain off. “Stevens – our best men are working this. They’re on top of it. What we need is for these folks to punch Jerry in the chops, over and over again until he realizes he’s just made the biggest goddamned mistake of the War. I don’t need a bunch of characters running around talking to civilians and rattled soldiers. You think the lid’s hard to keep on this thing now? Just wait.”
Turning, the General lifted a stack of manila folders from a desk behind him and dropped them heavily on the table in the middle of the room, near the projector. “I’m not an unreasonable man, though, and I understand wanting to know your enemy. These four dossiers contain everything we know about the attacks. You’ll find photos, written eyewitness accounts, notes from our best analysts and more. Take a look. Dig in, Soldiers.”
The team happily complied at that point, spreading the contents of the dossiers out on the table to make it easier to view as a group. In the end, though, there really wasn’t much to go on. There was evidence that the whole Kraut * has been brought to bear – 9mm pistol casings, loads of 7.92mm rifle shells, 20mms, 37mms, 50mms, 75mms – even a few 88s. There wasn’t much about troop numbers or composition, strategy or means of ingress… and worse, there really appeared to be no connection at all between the sites, something that was troubling for more than one member of the team.
The attacks seemed to have one thing behind them -- causing maximum destruction. Subtle in no way, shape or form, they'd been big, loud, assaults boiling with the shouts of angry men, the chatter of machine-gun fire and the thunder of bombs and shells going off. There were a few tidbits in the photos and written accounts – flying German soldiers with explosive rocket-rifles, an armored * with a pair of flamethrowers, a man who moved like a cheetah, faster than humanly possible, a German officer in a long coat with a glowing hand, a woman with a pair of big, technologically advanced gauntlets, and finally, in one all-too-clear photo, a blonde-haired, muscular man with a Swastika on his chest hovering in mid-air, surveying the battle before him with pride.
Seeing that worried Jack Starr – worried him even more than the cold shoulder he seemed to be getting from Mae Winters. She was ignoring him entirely, and had maneuvered closer to the Unknown Soldier, the eerie hero who’d hardly said a word thus far.
“Your appearance here is very meaningful,” the blonde said quietly to the ghostly minute-man, off to the side of the main conversation. “How is it you know… when to come?”
Far across the room, Cauchemar was shown to a phone by the young Lieutenant who'd been working the projector, much to the consternation of the General, who couldn’t for the life of him understand the need for a phone call now.
[OOC: Please proceed with the Intros & Abilities bit started by AR and LP, then move on to reacting to what you've seen in this post, which will happen *after* that exchange. Don't want to interrupt the flow, but I want to get this off now to keep things moving tomorrow since I likely won't have time later tonight to post.]
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BASHMAN
- All-Father of Bash!
- Posts: 2585
- Joined: Sat Apr 03, 2010 11:00 pm
Unknown Soldier, Status: Normal (Unliving) 100 hits
Unknown soldier turned to her and responded, "I do not *know* whence I come, madam. I merely find that when I do, it is a time of great urgency to our country. The last time I appeared, the world was very different. The enemy wore grey uniforms like this one, yes, but they were American rebels, bent on rending our nation apart. The muskets, clothing, warfare of that age was not all that different from my own. That was about 80 years ago... and that was about 80 years after I "died".
I do not remember the time in between. It is as a long slumber for me. Nor do I remember my own name, my kin, or ought else save this: American liberty is in peril. That I can feel, as palpable as you might feel a chill in the air."
He then paused, allowing people to introduce themselves, before expressing his own talents,
"As you may guess, my talents lie more in the realm of subterfuge as well. I can disappear from view when I wish" which he punctuated by becoming invisible. He continued to speak, unseen, "And I can pass through solid objects- though I can still touch and move them if I desire to." At which point, a folder lifted off the table, and dropped abruptly "Indeed, I find myself to be most vigorous in the realm of strength" at which point, the entire heavy oak table began to lift itself- then the Unknown Soldier seemed to reappear in the middle of it, bisected by it, as one palm held the table aloft from underneath. He began to walk out of the table, right through the wood, and gently set it down behind him.
"But my most powerful gift is one I will not demonstrate here. I do not wish to harm any of you, or violate your privacy. If any of these Hessians have been captured by us, however, General, I would be willing to gather some information from his thoughts, for I can take posession of a mortal man, controling his every action, compelling him to reveal his secrets, attack his comrades, or use his body to infiltrate the enemy position."
Unknown soldier turned to her and responded, "I do not *know* whence I come, madam. I merely find that when I do, it is a time of great urgency to our country. The last time I appeared, the world was very different. The enemy wore grey uniforms like this one, yes, but they were American rebels, bent on rending our nation apart. The muskets, clothing, warfare of that age was not all that different from my own. That was about 80 years ago... and that was about 80 years after I "died".
I do not remember the time in between. It is as a long slumber for me. Nor do I remember my own name, my kin, or ought else save this: American liberty is in peril. That I can feel, as palpable as you might feel a chill in the air."
He then paused, allowing people to introduce themselves, before expressing his own talents,
"As you may guess, my talents lie more in the realm of subterfuge as well. I can disappear from view when I wish" which he punctuated by becoming invisible. He continued to speak, unseen, "And I can pass through solid objects- though I can still touch and move them if I desire to." At which point, a folder lifted off the table, and dropped abruptly "Indeed, I find myself to be most vigorous in the realm of strength" at which point, the entire heavy oak table began to lift itself- then the Unknown Soldier seemed to reappear in the middle of it, bisected by it, as one palm held the table aloft from underneath. He began to walk out of the table, right through the wood, and gently set it down behind him.
"But my most powerful gift is one I will not demonstrate here. I do not wish to harm any of you, or violate your privacy. If any of these Hessians have been captured by us, however, General, I would be willing to gather some information from his thoughts, for I can take posession of a mortal man, controling his every action, compelling him to reveal his secrets, attack his comrades, or use his body to infiltrate the enemy position."
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kevperrine
- Paragon
- Posts: 783
- Joined: Wed Jul 28, 2010 11:00 pm
- Location: Detroit, MI
AMERICAN RUBBER (Status: Normal, Hits: 100)
aka. Dr. Kenny Kirby
'whoa...' Dr. Kirby thought..... swinging his attention to the 'ghost' for lack of a better term...
"...jeepers-creepers, Mr. Soldier sir... Are you sayin' that you've been around since, before the Civil War?!?? Can you... REMEMBER all the times you've been ... uh... active?" Dr. Kirby's mind flexed considering all the direct knowledge of history that might be gleaned from the man called by history in times of need. A living artifact that could easily put end to so many questions of cultural and period debates, having actually BEEN there to see it first hand - Dr. Kirby thought!
Then a slight look of concern flashed across A.R.'s mallable-mug... quickly overtaken with a comfort of sorts, tinted with relief...
"...possesss... you mean, you can control people at will? Geez fella, I sure am glad you're on the side of Uncle Sam!"
His mind bouncing again...
"SAY!! Mr. Soldier sir!! Have I got an idea for the team! Think about it... if you can slip inside an sorta wear people like clothes, controlling them - WOW! Think about it.... Me... I'm a... pretty wrappy-uppy, for lack of a better term. On my own, I really sorta just have grabbed up a few bank robbers back in my hometown and had to wait for the Police to show up with a paddy-wagon to haul'em away. But heck, that'd be like perfect timing for me to grab up a Ratzi an' hold'em tight while you... uh.... do YOUR thing!! It could be like a signature TEAM move!! YEAH!! We could call it 'Wrap'n Wangle' or 'Catch & Control' ... er... I stink at namin' things. hehe..."
His exuberance bounding, thinking of the four-colored comic books he'd collected as a kid... But little would Kenny Kirby know that war.... real war, just wasn't the same as the funny papers...
aka. Dr. Kenny Kirby
Unknown Soldier wrote: "But my most powerful gift is one I will not demonstrate here. I do not wish to harm any of you, or violate your privacy.
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for I can take posession of a mortal man, controling his every action, compelling him to reveal his secrets, attack his comrades, or use his body to infiltrate the enemy position."
'whoa...' Dr. Kirby thought..... swinging his attention to the 'ghost' for lack of a better term...
"...jeepers-creepers, Mr. Soldier sir... Are you sayin' that you've been around since, before the Civil War?!?? Can you... REMEMBER all the times you've been ... uh... active?" Dr. Kirby's mind flexed considering all the direct knowledge of history that might be gleaned from the man called by history in times of need. A living artifact that could easily put end to so many questions of cultural and period debates, having actually BEEN there to see it first hand - Dr. Kirby thought!
Then a slight look of concern flashed across A.R.'s mallable-mug... quickly overtaken with a comfort of sorts, tinted with relief...
"...possesss... you mean, you can control people at will? Geez fella, I sure am glad you're on the side of Uncle Sam!"
His mind bouncing again...
"SAY!! Mr. Soldier sir!! Have I got an idea for the team! Think about it... if you can slip inside an sorta wear people like clothes, controlling them - WOW! Think about it.... Me... I'm a... pretty wrappy-uppy, for lack of a better term. On my own, I really sorta just have grabbed up a few bank robbers back in my hometown and had to wait for the Police to show up with a paddy-wagon to haul'em away. But heck, that'd be like perfect timing for me to grab up a Ratzi an' hold'em tight while you... uh.... do YOUR thing!! It could be like a signature TEAM move!! YEAH!! We could call it 'Wrap'n Wangle' or 'Catch & Control' ... er... I stink at namin' things. hehe..."
His exuberance bounding, thinking of the four-colored comic books he'd collected as a kid... But little would Kenny Kirby know that war.... real war, just wasn't the same as the funny papers...
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BeardedDork
- Hero
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- Joined: Wed Jun 16, 2010 11:00 pm
- Location: The Snow Covered Mountains of Montana
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Cauchemar, Normal, 80 Hits
The Nightmare detective removed his helmet and turned it over thoughtfully in his hands before replacing it on top of his head.
Reluctantly, he then began his own introduction, "I am called Cauchemar in the papers, the word is French for nightmare, it's how I was described by a creole smuggler who had the misfortune to have been apprehended by me by the light of the bayou moon.
I am an unremarkable man except in my talent for figuring out the whys and hows of dangerous men and putting a stop to them."
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Your best men? Cauchemar thought .
"If your best men haven't figured out where they come from, and you seem to forbid us from investigating..." as if you had that power he thought before continuing, allowing the moment to hang as a dramatic pause, "and there's no connection between their objectives, not to mention that the pack up and clear out before a reasonable counterattack could be mounted, how do you think we'll be able to intercept them." Cauchemar challenged the General.
He then changed the subject and excused himself to use the phone. "You'll have to pardon me while I make my phone call."
The Nightmare detective removed his helmet and turned it over thoughtfully in his hands before replacing it on top of his head.
Reluctantly, he then began his own introduction, "I am called Cauchemar in the papers, the word is French for nightmare, it's how I was described by a creole smuggler who had the misfortune to have been apprehended by me by the light of the bayou moon.
I am an unremarkable man except in my talent for figuring out the whys and hows of dangerous men and putting a stop to them."
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Your best men? Cauchemar thought .
"If your best men haven't figured out where they come from, and you seem to forbid us from investigating..." as if you had that power he thought before continuing, allowing the moment to hang as a dramatic pause, "and there's no connection between their objectives, not to mention that the pack up and clear out before a reasonable counterattack could be mounted, how do you think we'll be able to intercept them." Cauchemar challenged the General.
He then changed the subject and excused himself to use the phone. "You'll have to pardon me while I make my phone call."
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BASHMAN
- All-Father of Bash!
- Posts: 2585
- Joined: Sat Apr 03, 2010 11:00 pm
The Unknown Soldier replied, "I can vaguely recall that which has transpired in the times I trod upon the mortal plane again, as you might recall a dream once you wake. Of my life, I only recall the moment I died... in 1778, in some skirmish the history books have not seen fit to name. I rose a year from that day, and fought the Redcoats in the form you now see. Some eighty years later, I rose again when the US Army was routed at Bull Run. I rise again now to face these new foes.""...jeepers-creepers, Mr. Soldier sir... Are you sayin' that you've been around since, before the Civil War?!?? Can you... REMEMBER all the times you've been ... uh... active?"