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She’d walked into my office a little after two, all legs, red satin and angry pout. She smiled at me, it should have calmed me but her smile felt crooked. It looked great though.

“Mr. Cutpurse I presume? Allow me to introduce myself, I am Ms. Vierge. But if you prefer you can call me Brelith.” She ushered me into the rear of the car, climbing in beside me before the car rolled off.

“You can call me Mr. Cutpurse.” I grinned. I felt the grumble as she took offence.

“Very well, Hobbs.”

Hmmm c*ck-sure. I like that.

“I trust Mr. Carne told you of our arrangement?”

“Yes he was very specific. Even told me your cup size. I think he exaggerated.”

She smiled once. I barely saw her fist connect. Then I woke up in my apartment.

I found a molar lying on my pillow when I opened my eyes.

It was after 9. Damn she’d hit me hard.

I felt around my mouth with my tongue sighing with relief as I felt the tooth had re-grown in my sleep. I pocketed the lost tooth and stripped off.

I showered fast before grabbing a turtleneck sweater, my black pants and my leather.

9:45.

A siren echoed along the streets outside. The sirens sang their songs of fear and discord along the forgotten, cigarette-lit streets that ran through the slum areas of the city. Fire-fighters racing to douse murderous flames, police pursuing criminals. And paramedics praying with offerings of adrenaline, calcium chloride and morphine. Bowing down to a defibrillated god. I listened for a while, clucking my tongue as I fastened the zip on my leather, hissing at the chill that crept like fog along the streets of The Row. Shrugging the sudden wave of nauseating depression off, I headed for the Gish.


The night air stank. Not in the smog-tainted way that Chicago or LA did. It had a certain pungency about it, like the streets were laid over rotten fruit. I wrinkled my nose, pulling my scarf around my face as a chill wind blew away the stench. Hailing a cab I decided to take a sojourn into the depths of the city.

As I walked along the rain, damp streets I swept my senses along each block. Feeling the dips and alcoves as my eyes adjusted to penetrate the darkness of each. Vierge had left me a note, as well as a dull headache. I grunted as I unravelled the piece of paper.

Basically I'm thinking of starting a Brute character, sorta Hulk/Abomination style. Is SS?Inv a good Brute set?

Ummm what just happened??

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(yes, the "Sword" we know today apparently is pregnant or will be very soon)

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None of you tell me anything these days.

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YOU think that YOU are surprised by that news!?!?

Then again, better her pregnant than Coile...

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More to the point, it better BE Coile's

I've returned to the sets I started on too. Though I'm still aching for a Bo staff secondary

What war?

*thwacks TT for mentioning "The War"*

I've got an idea for a clawed/regen scrapper who'll have wings. I wanted to stay clear of the Wolverine clone scenario so instead he's a mutant who's evolving raptorial characteristics calling himself Jayhawk.

Sorry I couldn't make it guys and gals, gym night sadly.

Kind of an Authority feel to the group I feel. Feared by the media etc

Very nice scrapbook. Wish I knew how to do stuff like that

I'm received my password no problem, just need to write up an application and brief character synopsis.

Was just thinking though. I go to the Gym on Thursday nights, are there any other nights the Militia regularly meet?

Okay, I'll think up a reason for the meting then I'll level up till the next meet

I've literally just started a toon called Caul. He's a Natural (ie totally human) MA/SR scrapper, but as he's literally level 1 would I be too low to be a member?

I tend to refer to male characters' players as "mate" and female characters' players as "hun". I don't treat them differently other than that. As for RPing with a female character, it's the character NOT the player thats the factor involved.

Take care mate! Wish I'd teamed with you more

CONGRATZ!

Actually I see very few FF running around these days and hundreds of Kinetics.

All of my characters were strictly powered with sets that fitted the concept.

Ironclad was a purely superstrong, invulnerable flying hero of the Golden Age.

My new character "Hardlight" was a mutant who could manipulate and plasticise light, protecting him from attack and giving him a powered right hook. HOWEVER I've retconned him and he's now a totally human character who's become bonded with an alien weapon which again allows him to mould light but now can change light freqwuencies to achieve different effects, firstmost being a protective bubble of light (FF), and a concussive/repulsion blast of another (Energy Blast). He will also be able to fly.

All my natural heroes used SJ, though I RP'd it as a grappling line.

If we DO receive pistols as a blaster set, are there any of you out there who'd be interested in forming a Pulp SG eg The Shadow, Green Hornet, The Spider etc?

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I think it's fair to include events 'in another guise'. With regards to the War on Terror, Iraq, Afghanistan etc. - The Rikti War embodies that for me. All the paranoia, fighting and loss.



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The invasion has, imho, been pushed aside.

I mean, it's only been a year or so since the world was attacked by incredibly hostile, lethal alien forces, and NOONE talks about it! :/

You'll be missed, Stef. Even on it's recent high, GG has a little shadowy corner where you, Paul (Nevermore), Niall (War Crow - evil scary dark hero ) and Jenny (Chrysalis) used to sit.

Good luck in whatever endeavour you undertake!

Frank aka Finn xx

I'm totally obsessive about it much to my gf's chagrin. I often ask her opinion on yet ANOTHER costume for yet ANOTHER character idea. I recently scrapped a toon idea I had purely because I couldn't get the look right :/ Most recently I heavily modified my "Once were Soviet" clawed scrapper because I couldn't settle on a look that said "Russian meta" without looking cliched. So I've reused an old toon name (Blackdog) and I'm currently perfecting his costume.

Amazing mate!

Mate, that's awesome! Keep it up!

((*sigh* if only they'd had a chance....