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Diaries!

There are quite a few IC diaries out there. I'll list here only those relevant to me, so everyone is welcome to make additions.

Pyranha's diary (Pyranha)
Nightsparrow's scrapbook (Nightsparrow aka Melanie)
Diana's secret diary (Love Angel aka Diana)
Journal of A (Coile aka Andre)

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One more. And oh boy I'm excited over this one! When I first heard of this Days of Future Past / Terminator oriented plot twist I was a little dubious since time travel can easily go awry. Then I thought, what do I know of the player in question? Am I having fun? Do I have trust? Is this likely to be a wild ride of amusement, excitement and adventure that I'll cherish in later years?

Whatever worries I had went up in a puff of smoke and hey, now I'm enjoying the wild ride. I'm really excited to learn, IC and OOC, new things. With Andre and Melanie expecting a baby this one future now seems far more real, and the pregnancy already has a possible future history built on it.

So, one more diary:

CALIBURN 14 system logs (Darksparrow aka Angelique Kraft)

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Mwa ha ha... Wait For Me

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You've been itching for weeks to use that. Admit it.

The pregnancy is likely to be a normal one. We outsourced the GM'ing of that plot to a third player, who for starters determined whether the pregnancy was on or not. This way we can have a smooth running until the birth or innumerable problems or even a catastrophic end without it being our 'OOC fault'.

When the characters decided to try have a child we had two basic options available. Either make a decision or use some form of random generator like a dice roll. I'm all for randomness and every time that Coile has been in any serious danger of death I've rolled dice for it just because a real risk of death adds depth to my experience.

However, a decision to roll dice would have been a limiting the randomness to begin with. If we said there was for example 20% chance of pregnancy for each menstrual cycle it would have ruled out the possibility of infertility. Also, other relevant factors were too a many to have been included sanely in a dice roll so whatever number we came up with would have been ripped from thin air. No meaning.

Then again, I for one prefer to live a story instead of writing one, which might be a weird statement seeing how much I love to write. Controlling such a major aspect in my character's life would have robbed much of the spontaneity and fun.

In the end, we combined the options. We left it for FaeryFire to determine when and if Melanie would get pregnant leaving it totally random for us, but having an actual mind considering options and making an informed decision. Best of the both worlds, really. And as said, that will continue. We just keep the GM aware of relevant facts (like if Nightsparrow ends up in a fight where her stomach gets hit) and let the story progress out of our OOC grasp.

Now it seems as if the first time (there's a story about it but I'm waiting for Bridger's word if it's suitable to be posted on the forum or if I go with a link with a warning) got results. Which is wild, cool and unpredicted.

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Sparrow being stuck in North Dakota, robot farm with her wounded lifemate

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Question... how can he be her lifemate if she's the rebound girl?*


*May be missinterprited

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About the rebound girl. Excerpt from Andre's diary:

"Melanie's pregnant, Xan confirmed it with a blood test."

Btw, seeing as my ability to write different kind of things at the same time is limited, does anyone give a toss either way about me maybe posting Andre's journal entries here? Recaps and journal seem to be a bit mutually exclusive.

* Yes, please do.
* Nah, I'll check Tempest forum if interested.
* This here is a 'toss'. I am not giving it to you.

Oh yes. Scrapbook now has an article about Coile pimping heroine look-a-likes in Pocket D on New Year's. Those Inquirer rapscalions, where do they come up with that stuff?

I shudder to think what happens when they find out that Coile and Nightsparrow are getting married.

Please check this post:

CLICKY

All the links that you need in a neat nutshell.

EDIT: Skaduh! Not all the links.

RP SGs on Union - note that at this time the thread obviously is mucho incomplete.

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Sparrow being stuck in North Dakota, robot farm with her wounded lifemate

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Question... how can he be her lifemate if she's the rebound girl?*

*May be missinterprited

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You are not entirely wrong, although not particularly right either. The situation is complex to say the least.

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She probably can be his lifemate in the same way as Sword of Truth was the Only Love Of His Life, The Only Woman He'd Ever Have Eyes For and so on. /evil grin

... can anyone guess Andre is still almost teenager .

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Luckily for him the trust issue isn't directly his problem. He's remarkably happy. And Sparrow had a vigilante answer to the big question, "If you betray me, then we'll talk." Adding extra weigth to that sentence could come from one recently deceased ex who got one-kicked straight into the obituary section.

And yes, oocly I could and would tag Andre and his actions with quite a few words that wouldn't pass through the censor filter. IC just is IC even if an IC kind and nice character gets slapped to the face repeatedly. Pulling that kind of harsh stuff out of the blue and without any warning works only with a good dose of OOC trust. Splendid that I have a great deal of respect towards both Sword and Sparrow as players.

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Sparrow being stuck in North Dakota, robot farm with her wounded lifemate

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Question... how can he be her lifemate if she's the rebound girl?*


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You are not entirely wrong, although not particularly right either. The situation is complex to say the least. I'd explain at length but I'm not sure that all parties involved quite have yet figured out which factors are at work. And I do love keeping surprises which are logical once they hit.

EDIT: It's also from her point of view. Melanie no doubt sees Andre as a her lifemate (as far as I know, without seeing into the character's head). As for Andre, that'd be telling.

...dunno if I'll have the time to recap yesterday. I hope I do, some inherently interesting stuff took place. Granted, it helps if one is running the plot and sees behind the scenes. The most notable bit relating to the the subject matter at hand must have been Nadia and Andre meeting. Let's say there was some agitation detectable and leave it at that. Luckily this encounter with an ex didn't result in a bodycount.

Headlines (3.1.2007)

"In touch with the ground
I'm on the hunt I'm after you
Smell like I sound, I'm lost in a crowd
And I'm hungry like the wolf"
- Duran Duran

Business or pleasure? All too often distinguising between the two is impossible for Jiffy Blakes, the reporter for Daily Comet and writer of Ground Zero. A quiet pint or two can turn into a case and a casual drinking buddy can threaten to begin borderlining friendship. A pro has to stay on guard and be ready to report about anything, no matter who gets burned. Truth must be served and people have the right to know.

Earlier last year one such quiet night just before Christmas turned into a talk with Nightsparrow who spearheaded the march of a new type of streetfighters, the 'merry vigilante'. That earned Sparrow a nickname Merry and Jiffy a column about the subject. This also resulted in an invite for another round of drinks three-four days prior to New Year's and the topic was romances or lack of them. Jiffy was feeling a bit moody due to holidays about a wife that walked out fifteen years ago and Merry was concerned over her own love interest (Coile) who was once again out of town doing some quiet thinking. As it was, with an outgoing woman (Stormrise), in Jamaica and diving together in the clear waters for a few days.

Another drinking spree (well, for Jiffy as Sparrow has nowadays some selfimposed limits on the consumption rate) took place with just one day of the year left. Jiffy was curious as to why Merry had kept the deepness of her feelings and the big hopes for a future to herself, without letting her guy in Jamaica know about them. He pointed out that perhaps ithe ntention of getting children could be a factor when someone is deciding whom to be with and what to do. This all was academic and Jiffy just trying to understand a female mindset until Merry decided to make a long distance phone call.

Merry's friend Lady Cobra thought it unbecoming of a woman to behave like that, calling after a guy who most evidently was having a steaming vacation with another woman, and was also of the opinion that Merry was making a fool out of herself, putting herself to shame over nothing. Jiffy was just interested to see how it would turn out being all too familiar with all the tabloid stories of the would-be-pair from the past couple of months. The call connected. After a while Merry was all smiles, giddy as a schoolgirl and nicked one of Jiffy's cigars. Year came to an end.

Now, three days into 2007 Jiffy was again in Pocket D hoping to catch his drinking buddy, being unawares of Sparrow being stuck in North Dakota, robot farm with her wounded lifemate. However the evening was not spent in solitude. Lady Cobra came along and on request started to recite what was ailing her these days. She got as far as a murderous ex-husband who curiously belonged to fifteen years in the past same as Jiffy's former wife. Then the story got disrupted as Dustine came to greet Cobra and a kid named Juniper (Wild Child) called Jiffy about an interview that Sparrow had set up. On the other edge of the bar counter perched herself a lady called Rosilyn Thorne. She was soonish joined by Nick whom the press had dubbed as Nightschild, a half-demon with a grudge against the Longbow.

Jiffy's angle for a new story in the making was children in the super world. How could a young person who was by law not allowed to drive, drink, smuke, vote and in some states slip between sheets for some hanky panky still be seen adult enough to decide to put their lives at risk daily, how could Paragon City government issue licenses to such youngsters and where was the responsibility of supergroups who admitted the kids in, taking them along the most dangerous missions across dimensions? To this end he was going to interview the kids, the parents and the groupleaders.

First Jiffy talked to Juniper and Cobra, whose daughter Jessie Chang was already in training ready to assume the mantle of Cobra when her mother would retire. After Juniper left another Militia affiliate Rachel (Vigilante Storm) arrived and offered her on views on the matter. It was starting to look like every kid in business had lived through some real rough times and justified their current position and lack of real childhood by circumstances.

The arrival of Tokai Hojo (Razor Dancer) spelled the time for Nick to leave. Pretty soon Jiffy found himself missing his previous company and talking to the mercenary from Rogue Isles. Three meters away Amber Banshee fell into conversation with Rosilyn who changed seats and being directly behind Jiffy quite expertly lifted his wallet. The guys took their private conversation to another part of the bar where Jiffy finally discovered his financial assets missing. Luckily the bartender at the old spot had it and nothing was missing.

Mr. Hojo had a beef with a part time parole officer and Longbow agent called Tyler Marks who indirectly was threatening one of his Dread Pack members. He wanted to give Jiffy enough material to start building an expose story on the guy that would be his downfall. A corrupt officer who abused both his position and psychic powers manipulating his charges in any manner he deemed fit. The trick was that Tyler should remain operational until the Pack had solved its problem and then it was not of no concern of theirs who took the fall. Jiffy promised to keep the lid on it until he got the word.

Meanwhile that end of the bar had gathered more folks and after Mr. Hojo left they kept arriving. A girl with no name but disturbingly familiar facial expressions (Darksparrow), a general busybody about that other people were doing (Ms. Gale), an ethereal being bent on raiding the bar who disliked cigar smoke (Lady Silverwing), extreme lifestyler Stormrise and a robot maker Ghost in the Shell.

A good part of the rest of the night was spent with Jiffy trying to figure out why the girl appeared so familiar. After much pondering he concluded that the girl was mimicking his drinking buddy and tabloid heroine Nightsparrow, but more with expressions and quite poorly with the costume. In fact a few features of it more reminded him of what Sparrow's new man Coile was shown wearing in all of those myriad pictures. Even so, after boxing the girl into a poor man's copycat category he couldn't help but think fleetingly that if Merry had a daughter she could look like that girl. Meanwhile Darksparrow was looting the bar. Bottles were a fair go but ceiling lamps could have brought security in.

After the second rate Merry lookalike had dragged her loot away the discussion started again about children in big time hero world. A few surprises were experienced as Ms. Gale started agreeing with what Jiffy was saying instead of just scoffing at him, Stormrise was didplaying caring about an issue (in this case, kids) and Ghost in the Shell whom Jiffy had pegged originally as a sort of a boaster could back up his beliefs and viewpoints. The final shock came when the crowd dispersed and Jiffy asked Ms. Gale to join for a nightcap. Jiffy was surprised to be asking. Ms. Gale was surprised to be saying yes. Stormrise was just amused.

I concur, your special brand of madness will be missed, mate.

Just an idea, if you're not logging in, wouldn't six sub payments be a hefty sum to spend on other essentials in life, like comics?

Hey Tempesters.

I'm with Sparrow back home, the farm. I came here to settle some matters that were left from last visit.

Something sort of went wrong. I met an old friend and things got heated. I got shot. The friend died. In hospital they thought I was some quantum danger and shipped me to father's farm to recuperate, after the surgery. I got painkillers and stuff.

I would like to get out of here. Come back to Paragon City, have some healer handle the wound. Get back into action. Without some special healing this chest wound will take weeks to get better.

I had some doubts about me leading Tempest anymore this year. Bah, it's my job, so I better do it, and do it well. Like, it's part of my life. I can't change that and I don't want to change that.

I know this might be hard to grasp, and you're not alone, but I'm living now with Nightsparrow. Lady Cobra gave us a penthouse in Founders' Falls. What's up with that? She's way richer than I thought. Apparently her giving elephants to Xan was no joke.

Did I mention that I want out of here? Not that company isn't good but hey, those of you who've been shot, you know it's not exactly a comfy living. I try to go low on painkillers just not to be completely zonked out, but that leads to a thing I call 'constant pain'. Too bad Mediports don't work from here.

Dinner's ready. I'll be in touch.

Diaries!

There are quite a few IC diaries out there. I'll list here only those relevant to me, so everyone is welcome to make additions.

Pyranha's diary (Pyranha)
Nightsparrow's scrapbook (Nightsparrow aka Melanie)
Diana's secret diary (Love Angel aka Diana)
Journal of A (Coile aka Andre)

Just to mention, whatever other people put in their diaries is their call, not mine. I may end up using unsuitable-to-all-ages language in mine, as well describing situations that not everyone are comfy with. Click 'em links on your own discretion.

It's my life (2.1.2007)

The darkness had already long since evaporated with the sunlight. Andre stared out of the widow at the new scenenery outside his new home with his new girlfriend who had new plans for their new future. A penthouse. Their own penthouse. In Founders' Falls. Fully furnished. For a short while his future had been uncertain, full of possible destinations. For a brief moment in time his life was what he would make of it. That window had flickered into existence and out again. He had chosen. One path had solidified while all the rest had vanished like wisps of fog.

He thought of Nadia, half a country away. Alone, hurting. It would have been the road of least misery. Sparrow would have just missed the chance to be with him. Now Nadia was facing a reality where their ways separated for real. For good. Still he could not bring himself to return to her. The fears that had plagued him were still there and they held him in their grip. Being with Nadia had only intensified that inner terror. When it had ended he had noticed the difference. He had been a very selfish man and set his own happiness in front of everyone else's. When he had decided to be with Melanie it had gotten better still.

Better. He was more at peace. Calmer. More balanced. The price of it was a new family, a new future. They had been together for less than a day before Lady Cobra had gifted them with a penthouse. Not just an apartment, small or large. A whole floor of a skyscraper. The topmost floor. It was a long way down to the streets riddled with Crey's workers, Rikti soldiers and other menaces. A safe distance for them, and for their children. Two or three of them, maybe more. And later on grandchildren. One of them would grow up to be a vigilante like her grandmother Nightsparrow.

Rubbing the eyes did not make him see any clearer. There was a dark future ahead where Melanie's consciousness had been converted into artificial intelligence. It would have been just fiction to him if only he had not come face to face with that exact situation in his own life just recently. All the ND-units that had looked after him and Andrea all their life, they were no mere robots programmed by their father. They each had housed a larger and larger chunk of their real mother's persona with each passing upgrade. When Melanie had told of that future he had promised to never inflict such a fate to the woman he loved.

Loved. His life was insanity. How could one love die like that? How could a new develop so fast? He remembered back across months when Xan had inquired if Andre had feelings towards Dawn. It had been so clear then. Even if he thought Nadia dead he still firmly loved her and Dawn was just a friend. Now Nightsparrow who had been just a friend was sleeping in their bed in their bedroom in their penthouse. This was wrong, so wrong.

How could he be so happy? Nadia was not. He had hurt the woman he had for months vowed to protect from all harm. He had failed. Nadia was hurting, Coila was dead, Kitia was dead. He claimed to be a protector, not a soldier. Some protector. And yet he could not just give up. There were matters he needed to tend to, matters that spelled disaster. In two hours he would be going to see his father and ask about who his real mother had been, and what had happened to ND-4, the latest model. And there was Emmily.

He had told Melanie what Emmily had done. All the twisted things that he had submitted to. There was no other word for it. Was he not a man trained in physical combat for years now? Surely stopping a girl from hitting him was not a feat at all. Hitting? Beating up. Severely. All the time. Beating and committing other things that had sent Melanie into a fit of rage, and a ventilation duct into scrapyard. Now it was time to wrap that part of his life up, confront Emmily and make the final offer for genuine help. She needed help so badly.

Melanie would go with him. Originally he had planned to go there all alone, after Jamaica, but Melanie's phone call had disrupted the flow. Her confession of deep love over long distance call had directed his intentions, formed his wishes, enabled him to see that one future with clarity. In that future he was happy. He made a leap of faith.

Now he stood looking out of his own penthouse. Theirs.

Steps behind approached. Hands wrapped around him and a bare chest pressed against his back. A kiss landed on his neck. "Good morning, dearie. Have you been up long?" Melanie pressed her head against his back and just held.

Andre blinked and looked outside once more. The dark possible future faded from his mind. This was now, this was theirs now, the house, the future, the destiny. He was a selfish dirty traitor who was going to face his fiercest demons and yet he was happy. So very happy. He put his hands over hers and closed his eyes. This was his life now.

Stasis presented a dare which I accepted. I never got to that point of the story during November and this month I have been wroting a lot of things that have derailed my attention to my much unfinished NaNoWriMo novel.

I decided to complete the dare during this year. I did. The link is below. However, a disclaimer.

DISCLAIMER Please note that the following link will take to a part of the story that IS NOT suitable for all. It will contain graphic descriptions of sex and both physical and mental violence. In my own opinion some of the things described are disturbing. I sincerely wish that everyone takes their time and thinks if this is something that they would like to read. If no, DO NOT CLICK THE LINK.

Thank you. Feedback as always welcome. (PMs work, or register to Tempest forum)

A for Android: The Big L

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You know, that's an excellent idea.

Adopted.

Hmm. Maybe I'll put my Membrane exposure to a good use then! Thanks!

And Psydock, if you are willing to give me one of those in exchange for the dam / mez one, holler me up IG. @Coile. I'm on in the late evenings, mostly.

Could someone explain what the "Mez" actually does? Do I gain with it defense against something? It might prove to be useful, after all.

Also, is there good sense in putting rech / +tohit / def buffs into aim / build-up, or would I waste the def buff for nothing?

RL and IC requirements pending I'll try to make it.

Coile. En/En/Force Blaster. Probably L50 by then unless I slack'a'lot.

Last time went bust on my account. I'm still interested in this activity, so I'll try to be there.

Group Name: Silent Tempest

Server/Game: Union/City of Heroes

Theme: There is no particular IC theme save for the obvious ”We’re protectors not soldiers, we don’t kill etc.” The theme would be more OOC kind but hard to define and impossible to say how we differ from any other group. I’ll list a few things that might apply to every single SG out there but at the very least applies to us.

We're immersionist roleplayers which means that the characters have their own lives that go on while the players are offline either in just our heads, or in forum rp, PMs, stories and diaries. There are parents and friends and years of history that all make our characters what they are today. The immersive approach also includes a sort of levelheaded look at the world. While staying in context of superhero genre we hold on to realism. Sometimes, albeit rarely, the price for dedication to this line of playing is IC death and rerolling the slot.

Power-wise the members are closer to streetlevel heroes than denigods although it comes really down to more play style than actual powerlevel. One way to look at it is to say ‘powers don’t matter’ meaning that what comes out stronger is the personalities of the characters, not how they fight crime. In general the characters are not very rich, not very famous, not very powerful and yet there could very well be a character that is everything that and more and still fits in.

To summarize we're here to live an exciting life and take the blows as they come. It's always win or lose. However it goes. Que sera sera.

Webpage: http://beserat.utu.fi/

Access to some sections needs registering on the forum, and activating the account. For that, contact Coile either In-Game or through a PM on official forum.

Contacts: @Coile

Usual Activities: IC missions, hanging out in Pocket D

Other Activities: Hanging out wherever.

Background & Structure:

Silent Tempest has been around since the beginning of May 2006. Out of four founding members only two survived to see the next year. The roster has never been that big but has changed over times quite a bit. Originally the team was lead by Coile and Coila but the latter got killed. Nowadays Coile is in charge of the tactics and operation planning while Sword of Truth commands the team in action situations. Members themselves are quite free to come and go as they please. With regular irregularity there are weekly meetings.

Admission Notes/Requirements:

AT does not matter, level does not matter. It’s all in the OOC attitude. We want folks who play with us because they are having fun that way.

(Takes place 27.12.2006)

Moving out

Christmas-related junkmail littered the floor like dead leaves an autumn street near a lush park. Coile kicked them around enough to bulldoze a semi-free trail from the front door to coat hangers. He hung his quilted jacket and untied the boots and then set to take a look around his Talos Island apartment. Well, not exactly his, which was the point of this. It was Nadia's apartment which she rented. She owned what was inside and his possessions could be stuffed into one sizeable suitcase which was more a portable trunk.

He was well into this activity when the doorbell rang, It was Diana who had already visited home and disposed of her considerable amount of luggage. The first thing she did even before getting inside was starting to gather the mail into a neat pile abd only after clearing a neat way in she pulled the door close. The mail which was exclusively just colourful ads for last minute pre-Christmas sales was set in an orderly fashion on a small hall table and only after she removed her shoes.

"So, this is where you live? This is surprisingly tidy." Diana looked around appreciatively. A spacious, clean apartment which was tidy and orderly. "I clean it often.", was Coile's reply as he checked once more over the place to see if any of his belongings remained. He caught Diana's surprised look. "She goes to the office in the morning. I keep the place clean about daily before I head out to bash baddie heads:" Everything seemed to be packed.

Diana assumed a pre-defiant posture by crossing her arms and staring sternly at the older guy, older by a little bit more than three years. "Now, what are your exact plans? You promised to come back to look after me and I promised to watch after you. So, when are you going, where, and when are you going back?"

One more glance was just as futile that the last one. Everything that he owned and had kept here was now stashed into his suitcase. "I'll go now meet Kacey, have scuba lessons tonight and tomorrow, and then day after head to Jamaica. I'll come back right after the new year's."

"And where will you sleep? Obviously not here. And you can't come over, mom will be home." She was still convinced that poor Coile would do something silly. Something so silly it would prove dangerous. He was not still in a fit state of mind, not by far. "I don't know, maybe in base. I'll see. I really can't stay here you know."

She sighed and nodded. He could be so stubborn with these things and it would not gain anything to argue about it. How much trouble could he land into just by sleeping someplace? She shuddered. A lot, that's what. Coile handed her a key. "Please water the plants, daily if possible. Especially that one by the big window, it's special to Nadia." Diana closed the key into her hand. "The plants will be fine while you're gone." She hoped that also Coile would be.

He kissed her cheek and smiled. "Thanks Diana, you're an angel." He picked up his suitcase. "I'll see you around, and stay in contact. Maybe even tonight, depends on Kacey and training." He walked to the door and got boots on. "Sky goddess watch over you." He closed the door behind himself and headed to Independence Port.

It is evident that the IC story thread has its place and demand and thus was needed. It is serving a purpose and a lot of stories that I suspect would otherwise never have surfaced have seen the light of the day.

However I'm a bit stumped with my very occasional contributions. The line between a straightforward recap and a descriptive recap is flimsy, and the other line that is blurring is between descriptive recap and a small short story. This problem I think is specific to me due to my writing style, which is to just write something and see what's cooking.

I think I'll be posting small Coile snippets (titled 'Shards of A') into the Union recap thread because then I don't have to try and define what category some written piece falls in.

I could also argue that posting into a banter thread can generate more feedback and discussion but those illusions were shaken quite well way before CoH time. Anyone saying anything without prodding is a cause of great jubilation.

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Will Coile return to Paragon soon? A certain psychopath is looking for him.

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I had to wait and see how things turned out last night before having an idea about this. In a word 'no'. Unless I have FC / Portal Corp call him to assist a few things (meaning: running missions tomorrow or day after) but that would still exclude most forms of social interaction.

After the holidays - well, wait and see, but don't go on counting on Coile loitering around Pocket D.

I have:

- Membrane exposure: Enhances ToHit and Defense Buffs and increases Attack Rate
- Peroxisome exposure: Enhances Damage and Mez

I would be interested in Dam/Acc (hey, I'm a blaster) and Travel Power / End Redux (I have this perverse idea of three-slotting my Group Fly with these. The Flight. Then Hover.)

If anyone is interested in cutting a deal, send PM and try @Coile.

A few things come to close in the funeral. Nadia leaves the place with a sort of a break-up letter in her pocket. Phi tenders her temporary resignation to the ranks and leaves to rest over at some relatives. Coile's last duties as Silent Tempest leader have been completed save for a notification to all about his likely departure.

Subaiku, Phiseeque, Dustine, Nadia and Star Crusader leave the farm. Coile, Kitalia and Love Angel stay, supposedly over the Christmas holidays.

All is peaceful and quiet then. Right? Yeah, riiiiight. Angel meets up with Coile's dad. The result is a three hour marathon screaming and shouting angrily. I'm willing to bet good money that Angel's voice was a bit hoarse after that.

The especially loud shouts

I swear if there was a way to harness the power of an angry teenaged girl the world's energy problems would be over.

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Evie from Apache Longbow at least had psychic powers, Judge Anderson style. And I remember reading from some place that there are officially powered individuals in Longbow. Tho can't find the link right now.