WHere they keep the art.

Hunter parked in a dark alley nearby before making it to the nearby roof. Tying a rope to a chimney he loaded an arrow with rope tied to it inot his bow, firing with uncanny accuracy the shot lands in a second story window. He then rustles in his pack for supplies.

Dragon Fist continued to observe Hunter as he made an entryway into the second floor of the museum.

What the hell is he doing?

Hunter  strapped a few parcells onto his belt before producing a hook and going along his makeshift zipline into the museum. The window shatters setting off an alarm

A female voice echoes through the halls. "My My, you sure no how to make an entrance. Standing a bit from Hunter is a woman clad in a leather corset, pants and cloves as well as a mask covering about half her face.

Dragon Fist observed Hunter as he grappled himself THROUGH the museum window, setting off the alarm.

Damn...this is bad in so many ways...what's he doing?

He then glided through the window entrance that Hunter provided and landed inside.

"Hunter...what's going on?"

Hutner glanced about the room cursing quietly to himself as Dragon FIst arrived. In one fluid moment he stood drawing two short straight edged blades pointing one at DragonFist and the other at WRaith. "I told you not to follow me." He growled at Lucas before turning to both of them. "All I'm here for is the Pitiless, we leave it at that and everyone might be walking out alive."

Dragon Fist was a little shocked...but not surprised that Hunter had a blade drawn towards him.

"Lady...back off...Hunter, I need answers...I think I deserve them...I don't want to fight you..."

"Answers? ISn't it obvious? I'm going to find out who set me up. And I'm going to kill him. But thats all your getting, For all I know you could be part of it, that would make perfect sense, you've never approved of my methods, is this the plan? Put the killer behind bars where he belongs?"

Dragon Fist replied, "No Hunter! We've been trying to work also to find out who set you up. I'm convinced it's part of a bigger plan...to unravel the Legacy. But you can't do this on your own. While I've never approved of your methods, I've always seen you as an ally. Our bonds...are all that hold us in this world. Don't break this one.."

HUnter begins to say somethithen snaps his attention to Wraith who is sinking through the floor. "HEY!" He slashes at her head but it goes right through her ash she waves seductively. "I don't have time for this " He mutters to himself as, still with one blade on Dragon fist begins looking through the exhibits.

Dragon Fist stood cautiously back from Hunter.

"Hunter...the problem is with the amulet. It's making you do things...lash out at people who are your allies...like Captain Jordan. He was ready to get everything worked out, and you didn't give him a chance. Stop this madness...before it's too late Don."

"Yeah sure, your just jealous of my pow- Wait. JOrdan? What did I do to Rick?" Hunter seems honestly perplexed by what Lucas is saying

Dragon Fist cocked his head to the side for a moment.

You hurt my little brother..., he thought to himself.

"Yes...when you escaped, you shot Captain Jordan...he's in the hospital recovering...and you broke Detective Martinez' ribs....what...you don't remember?"

Hunter puts a hand to his head shaking it. "No when, I use too much of the amulets power, things get..hazy. " Looking Dragon Fist straight in the eyes he adds. "How do I know your telling the truth, this could be some elaborate trap/"
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Dragon Fist looked at Hunter intently.

"Hunter...Don...you've known me for too long to think that I would try to entrap you. That's not my style...YOU KNOW THAT. If you don't believe me, try visiting Weston Hospital. He's recovering from a gunshot wound...check the Weston newspaper if you don't believe me. Deep down Don..you know me better than that..."

"I- I shot him?" Hunterlooked down a hand going to the amulet around his neck. "Wh-whats happening to me?"

Dragon Fist replied, "Yes..." There was no condemnation in his voice. Lucas remembered the last time that happened...right after the fight with Paragon.

"It's not too late to make things right Don."

Don shakes his head. "It's far too late, but maybe I can at least see justice served." The sound of sirens is outside. "All of this, the killing of John, Ellens death, shooting my best friend, the stain on my soul It was all for nothing, nothings changed. Enigma was right, I'm worse than Brain, at least he was honest to himself." He begins removing his weapons th epolice are getting closer. "You might want to get out of here. It won't look good to see you doing anything other than detaining me."

Dragon Fist turned towards the window.

"I still believe in you Don...you may think that nobody else does...BUT I DO. We will get through this, my friend. If you need me...you know where to find me."

He then leaped out the window and flew skyward, evading the police with any luck.

Inside, Dragon Fist hoped that Hunter would be okay. He didn't want to see him go to prison, but the escape may have been the last straw. Hopefully Captain Jordan wouldn't press charges, but who could say?

There was still so much happening at the moment...

>>>>>>>>>>>To The Streets>>>>>>>>>>>

Hunter holds up his hands as the police arrive they cuff him making a few rude comments as they lead him into the car and haul him off to prison.

>>>>>>>>>>From The Hotel>>>>>>>>>>>

"Thanks for the lift Ex..." Icepick said as he let him down. "All right...I wonder if tall, dark and lanky is gonna come out an' try to thief anything with us here?"

Painter shrugged, "I dunno. Maybe, maybe not. They may go ahead and try because they're afraid that my Grandpa might find them, or Lin or somebody. Or, they may go underground and hope they can cover their tracks."

  Andy shrugged, and said "I have no idea.  Do wizards have legends of an immortal chinese sorceress?"

"That's not a 'wizard' legend, it's a Chinese one. The Xian have been recorded in Chinese texts since the third century BC. Still, this guy's pretty cocky, and I dunno if anything will phase him but a show of force." said Painter, shrugging.

  Andy gave Painter a wry look, and said "And a Xian is . . .  what?"

Icepick looked at Ozzy. "And I'm Japanese....so I've never heard of that before..."

"It literally means 'immortal' or 'transcendent'. The term has evolved since the third century, though. It could also refer to alchemists, faeries, genies, and all kinds of other stuff. It depends on how the word is used, what prefixes or suffixes it has, all kinds of crazy stuff. Chinese mythology is amazing, you should try reading it sometime." replied Painter, doing his best to explain without getting too far into it.

Icepick shrugged. "Well...my Grandpa gave me a fistful of Japanese mythology when I was younger...Bishamonten.....Raiden....then all sorts of stuff about Oni and Bakemono...and now here I am....kinda mythical myself...man, this is some crazy stuff bro..."

  Andy nodded, and said "That sort of makes sense.  Sort of.  With that definition, yeah, she's probably one."

"Hey I want to find out who Meg's mom is as much as the next guy but shouldn't we go to the security van and let the observation guys know we're here?"

  Andy nodded, and said "I'll go let them know.  You guys keep an eye on those daggers."  That said, he headed down to the security locations.

Ex nods as Andy walks off to talk to the DPA guys. HE looks around the room asking. "Is therea  bubbler round here? I'm thirsty..."

  The bubbler over there, by the water-lilies, was perfect.  It offered people drinks before draining into a pond around a statue of a mermaid offering her arms to an unseen potential lover.  Art museums didn't mind nude statuary.

Seeing the Bubler Ex walked over to it and pressed the button leaning in to drink.

Icepick then waited for Andy to come back from meeting with the DPA guys.

"All right....let's see someone try to get those Daggers now..."

  When Ex leaned over the fountain, the water in the pool stirred, and then wound around his legs, swirling up along his body like a giant serpent, giving him a bizarre hug, then slowly forming into a figure of a person, until it colored in as a person they'd all thought dead.  Darren!!

Icepick looked in shock as "Darren" reappeared before him.

"Whoa.....um, not sure what happened..but good to see ya back bro..."

  Andy, just back from the security dudes, said "Holy crap!  I thought you were steamed!!"

As the water moves around him a look of pure joy comes across Ex's face, as Darren Forms Excelsior looks at him opens his mouth as if to say somethign before stepping forward and Kissing him.

  That kiss made Darren's eyes light up, and he put one hand on each side of Ex's face, kissing him back with fervor before he whispered "Took me a bit to put myself back together, Ex.  But here I am."

As Darren kissed him back Ex closed his eyes losing himself in the moment. When they both pull away Bill looks at Darren as if he's the only one in the room with him. "Darren, I thought you were...."

Icepick wasn't sure what to make of....that display. So he looked away and kept on the lookout for anything out of the ordinary.

  Darren admitted "It felt really, really weird.  But, I had to try and help.  That creep was gonna fry you, and. . . . I couldn't let him do that.  I couldn't.  I . . . I love you."  His voice broke on the soft, whispered last three words, and his cheeks colored a  bit.

"Darren, I, I love you too I thought " The costume fades and soon Excelsior is back to Bill who wraps his arms around Darren.  "I thought I lost you forever" He says throuch sobs as tears stream down his cheeks.

  Darren held him tightly, and said softly "I seem to be hard to get rid of.  So, I'm gonna stick real close.  I finally got myself put . . . put together, I guess, in the city water supply.  Talk about your weird feelings, get filtered!"

Bill didn't want to let go. "I- I'm so glad your back, I I din't know what to do without you..."

  Outside, a force slammed into the earth, making the entire building shake.  What remained of a crumpled car in a crater in the parking lot still smoked.  Several windows had shattered when the building shook, and they heard a weirdly familiar voice call "Hey boys, time to come out and play."

Icepick turned towards the "new girl".

"Um guys..we have a plan for this, right?"

And most everyone could feel the temperature start to drop...

Painter sighed, "Great, just what we need, a distraction. Do you guys think you can handle her? I'll head on in, make sure LeCarde isn't stealing the Pitiless."

Bill pulled away from Darren Rather reluctantly before turning back to Excelsior. "I say me Andy and Darren can handle it, the two of you should head inside in case the guy shows up. MAking his way out the door and towards the 'new girl' he stops dead in his tracks when he catches sight of her. "Meg is that you?"

  She laughed, and said "Of course I'm me.  Who else would I be?  Except . . . maybe you should be asking me to dance."  She lifted both hands, the large, curving wings, so like Andy's, keeping her aloft, even as two vans (the crews inside bailing in a rush) rose into the sky, then came hurtling back down, one of them smashing into the wall and carving a large hole in the side of the museum.  The other one slammed into the power transformer nearby, sending the whole area into a blackout.

  Icepick turned to follow Ozzy, glancing back as he iced over.  This looked bad . . .

Painter skated back into the museum, headed for the Pitiless. Unfortunately, with the blackout, this was going to be difficult. Hopefully the museum's emergency lights would hold up...

Gritting his teeth Ex takes in a large breath before unelashing a sonci scream in Demon Megs direction.

As Ozzy makes his way through the dark museum He sees a blue light. As he comes closer he sees that the light is coming from the combat Mage from before his hand is glowing and he seems to be looking for something.
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Icepick continued to follow Ozzy, and then slowed up as he saw the blue light...

  The scream clearly didn't feel good at all.  Blood trickled down from both ear, like a macabre necklace stringing itself around her throat, and she made a 'push' motion at him.  Gravity suddenly came from behind him, somewhere along the lines of 20 gravities of it!!

  Fluid winked at Ex, then flattened into a broad puddle beneath her, slowly thickening as she ignored him.

  Andy had gotten outside, then clawed for altitude.  It LOOKED sort of like Meg, if you gave her wings like his, and made her eyes glow red!!  Achieving a good altitude, he paused for a moment and whispered "God help me to do this.  But that isn't Meg as Meg should be!"  And then he dove, lining up his horns, with their wicked, 18 inches of razor-sharpness to impale her.

Ex went fying forward crashing into a nearby building. As Andy Is diving Ex comes flying out of the rubble like a shot straight at demonic Meg.

  Andy slammed into the back of her as Ex slammed into the front, and Ex could hear the bones breaking and tissues tearing, even as Andy's horn-tips had erupted from where the collarbones lay on either side of her neck, a good eight inches sticking out through her all the way.    And she laughed, her eyes still glowing brilliant scarlet.

Seeing that the combat mage hadn't apparently noticed them quite yet, Painter launched a quick barrage of paint-balls at him, aiming to wrap him up and hopefully disable him.

In conjunction with Painter, Icepick also let loose a beam of ice at the combat mage.

The mage turns in the two's direction at the last second diving to the gorund to avoid the attacks. He quickly stands his hands glowing with energy.

In reply to The Possessed (msg #62):

As hitting her didn'tseem to work, and they probably should've figured that out beffore hand, Ex tried restraining her reaching out quickly to grab her in a bear hug using his considerable stranght. "Meg its us, you need to fight this!"

In reply to Justice (msg #65):

OK...on MK2...Sub-Zero had a ground ice move...why didn't I think of that?

"All right magic boy...try THIS on for size!"

And this time Icepick laid out a sheet of ice on the ground around the combat mage, hoping to cause the mage to slip off of his feet.
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  Baring her teeth, Meg growled at Ex.  She was strong, but nowhere near as strong as he was.  She did, however, head-butt him.

The blow to the head hurt but Ex held on strong. "Someone find her mom she mgiht knwo how to fix this, I'll hold her as long as I can!"

  Darren reformed himself, and said "What's her cell number?  I'll borrow the phone!"

The combat mage brings his hands forward but the icetrick worked he falls to the ground hard sending his aim off and his blast goes wide disintegrating a priceless piece of artwork. While are focused on teh combat Mage they hear  athwiop and suddenly the Mage stops struggling. Out of the Shadows come tow men in suits. ONe of them holds  out identification "Agent Mcrae, Department of Paranormal Activity." WHile the other works on cuffing the man. "Good work boys sorry we're a little late."

Icepick grinned under his mask.

Wow...I can't believe that worked.....wow....if only Grandpa could've seen this...

He then gave a thumbs up. "Better late than never, bros..."

Ex shouts the number at Darren while he holds Meg. "C'mon Meg, snap out of it!"

  Darren dialed the cellular phone number.  When Lin answered with "Hello, Lin Kattakara."  He smiled, and said "Thank gods we got you!!  Your daughter's gone berserk and sprouted wings!!  Get to the museum ASAP!!"

  His answer came in a crack of thunder, as Lin appeared.

  She growled, but he could see the pure glowing red of her eyes flicker a little purply, before she slammed her head into his again, REALLY hard.  He heard her nose crack, and felt the heat of her blood on his forehead too.

"Ugh" Ex said as her ehad slammed into his. HIs grip falters as his head goes backwards.

 Lin had immediately grasped the issue at hand.  She took a deep breath, and raised her voice.  "WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOUNG LADY?!!??  I know dan well you have better manners than to go trying to crack your friends' skulls!!  This is NOT acceptable behavior.  Excelsior, let her go so I don't hit you too."

Ex drops her and flies a bit away. "What ...are you...going... to do?" His breath was ragged.

  Lin's answer came apparent from the heavens.  Lightning in deep, forest green slammed out of the heavens, thicker than her waist, and struck Megaira, turning dazzling white as it struck.  She said quietly "Fry the Demon enough to contain them both, and then take her for an Exorcism."

The Dpa Agents look up at the large crakc. "The hell?" Agent Mcrae says "I'll go chec k it out, before drawing a revolver and heading outside at a jog.

Ex backs up insticcntively with a "Woah." Concerned about megs survival but tursting her mom would know waht to do.

  Lin held the lightning for a count of ten, then dropped her hand, letting the lightning fall.  Then she pulled a tiny 'spiderweb' from her sleeve, and wrapped it around Megaira, who had fallen, unconscious but already healing at a frightening pace, then made a motion that made Meg lift into the air.  She said "Hold still a moment, Ex.  She's cracked your skull, hairline fracture."  And brushed her long-nailed hand across where her daughter had head-butted him.  Making the headache go away.

"Hairline, Fracture?" Ex repeated. "But hows that possible, I'm bulletproof....?"

"Because she's possessed.  Demons can do things Mortals can not."  She hooked a finger through the webbing around her daughter, and they both vanished.

Painter looked at the other DPA agent, asking, "Have you got any idea on where LeCarde is? This guy is just the accomplice, the demon mage is somewhere else."

"We haven't spotted him my guess is he knew you guys would be hear and din't want to get caught so he sent his minoion here."

Icepick shrugged. "Well...I guess we showed him, didn't we Ozzy? Of course Big Bad will try to make his presence felt, I'm sure.."

"I wouldn't be surprised if he was sent in to set off any traps we set for these two rats before Lecarde himself came in. Especially with what's going on outside. I'm going on to the Pitiless, to make double sure he doesn't get them." said Painter, heading deeper into the museum.

"Right behind ya bro," Icepick added as he followed Painter in.

As the two made their way through the museum they noticed an infernal light. Lecard stood there holding the daggers under his arms. "Your too late wizardling! My minions distracted you long enough, Till we meet again!" ANd with a flash of light he was gone.

Icepick gritted his teeth under his mask.

"He has the.....SON OF A...."

And he tried to freeze the mad sorcerer....

tried.....

...and failed....

Painter rushed towards the man, before he disappeared in a flash of light. Painter cursed loudly, punching the floor angrily.

"Dammit dammit dammit DAMMIT! That guy was just like five steps ahead of us. What the crap! Well, I guess we're all screwed now, unless someone else has a plan, 'cause it seems it's my day to just mess everything up."

Icepick looked down at his hands. He had felt good about being a costumed hero. Helping people..saving lives...

...but there was the distinct feeling of failure. And for THIS failure...there would be a HIGH price to pay.

"Guess we're both screwups then Ozzy...I'm just one big icy puddle of screwup..."

"But it's my fault. I'm the one who forced his hand, who hunted him down with no backup..." said Painter, sounding distraught. Before he started crying, though, Painter shook his head and slapped himself in the face.

"But we don't have time to be emo. We've got one more chance to make it right. If we can get him before he performs the ritual, we might be able to stop him. We've got his goon, we can pump him for info. Let's go see if they need our help at the entrance."

With that, Painter summoned his skates, and headed back towards the museum entrance as fast as he could.

Icepick nodded, and made an ice slide and followed Painter to the entrance.

now that his is resolved, please timskip two days ahead.

Painter came tearing into the Museum, looking around to see if any of the staff were nearby. Hopefully, they could return the Pitiless quickly, and get to Excelsior's side that much faster.

>>>>>>>>>From Lecarde's Hideout>>>>>>>>>

Icepick followed Painter into the museum to give him backup, and to make sure that the return of the Pitiless went off without a hitch.

Ozzy manages to hand off the Pitiless to a very confused looking tour guide who then rushes off to give them to the curator.

Once the Pitiless are handed off, Painter rushes back outside to where Meg is waiting.

  Meg was still right where they'd left her, her expression deeply thoughtful.  She heard them coming, and wordlessly lifted them all up and headed them for where Ex and Fluid were.

-------->>  Shade's Hideout 1

Icepick joins the others as they head for the villains' hideout..

-- A Brand New Day? --

Mirage tapped send on her cell phone and put it away.  She smiled at hearing Lucas' message.  He was such a gentleman.

"Now where were we?" She asked, her smile becoming more predatory as she looked back at the hall.

Mirage was seated on the edge of a sculpture, her long legs crossed demurely at the knee and her long slitted skirt falling open to reveal long legs wearing thigh high leather boots.  In front of her were three men and one woman all dressed in black and wearing balaclavas, and lying on the floor moaning.  The silly group had thought to rob the Museum of some of the more priceless works of art.  Too bad for them that Mirage happened to have been in the area.

The fight had been acceptable.  These were just normal thieves after all, armed with hand guns and a few knives.  They hadn't stood a chance and Mirage knew it, so she had toyed with them for a little while.  Beating them all up so soon would have been very unsatisfying and Mirage was looking for a good fight.  She'd spent most of the night prowling the streets and beating up criminals in an attempt to take her mind off of her real enemy.  Someone that she thought that she'd finally gotten out of her life only to have him return.

Four?  Weren't there more than four thieves?

The club cracked across the back of Mirages head, knocking her wide brim hat off and causing her to pitch forward.  The last thief had actually managed to sneak up behind her with a club.  Mirage had barely taken a step and turned before the club slammed across her jaw.  Pain shot through her face and she disappeared in a flash of crimson smoke.

Damn. That really smarts. She thought, reappearing on a beam in the ceiling and rubbing her jaw.  Mirage could taste blood.  She'd been so distracted with thoughts of Lucas that she'd gotten sloppy and that serves her right.

"A very rude way to treat a lady, darling." her voice echoed throughout the hall.  "A lady's face is her pride after all."  Mirage let the thief stew on her words for a moment, watching the man looking about in all directions with his club at the ready.

When he finally looked up, Mirage was already flying towards him with a predatory look in her eyes and flashing crimson daggers in her hands.

>>> To Dragon and Tiger

>>>>>>>>>From The Derrton Mall>>>>>>>>>

It had taken some time to travel, but Adrika soon arrived in Weston, still wearing her traditional clothing. She came here with a sense of purpose. A gathering needed to take place....a gathering of Champions past and present, and of future defenders and heroes.

She made her way through the museum, briefly glancing at the place where The Pitiless was once displayed. Such a powerful artifact out in the open caused some great concern. But that was not her reason for being here.

No, that reason would make itself known, all in due time.

Soon, Adrika could sense something on the edge of her awareness. Something EVIL.

But she knew that she had to be discreet.

Soon, she ducked out into an alley, and a green light surrounded the woman. A second or two later she re-emerged, now wearing a jade-colored mid riff top (bikini-ish) with a high collar and bikini bottom, a ninja-type mask, and jade knee length boots.

Soon, she made her way back out onto the street, making her way towards the evil that she sensed.

>>>>>>>>To Lair of the Shadow>>>>>>>>>>>>>

It was currently business hours and a group of children from a local private school, rich high school kids. They were currently on the floor praying or peeing themselves as men patrolled around with masks and automatic weapons.

Harold had managed to avoid the sight of the kidnappers unlike the other security guards. But how was he going to stop them and save these kids? He didn't even have a gun. He needed some kind of Bulletproofing. He looked around the medieval war room he was hiding in and spotted suit of armor. That might work.... MOving as quietly as he could he donned the suit of armor listening to the cries of the children.

The thing felt lighter than it should have. Much lighter like it was a second skin or something. But Harry didn't have time to worry about it he had to do something and fast. WHo knew how long till the Legacy showed up? And the hostages looked like they were getting impatient with the kids. Waiting until one was isolated on their own HE stepped forward out of his hiding place.

THe man heard the clang of the armor and turned opening with machine gun fire. Several children started screaming.

Harold threw up both arms in reflex expecting to be at lest knocked on his ass. To his suprise that didn't happen instead his left arm formed a ghostly blue shield which the bullets harmlessly pinged off. "The hell?"

Kate appeared outside the Museum in a haze of purple smoke, wearing her customary trench coat and combat-suit and grimacing something fierce. Cryptic, eh? she thought to herself. Good. Let Lucas stew for a bit. Not only was she annoyed, she didn't quite know how to take becoming a mother almost overnight, to a daughter from the future, no matter how impossible it seemed.

Leaning against a nearby building across from the museum, Kate waited for Lucas and Helena to arrive, quietly mulling things over in her head. She had a daughter? And with her now-boyfriend, no less? Of course Kate wanted to get serious with Aaron, but she hadn't mentioned anything, and neither had Aaron.

Kate didn't want to think about it. She'd have words with Lucas and Helena, though she'd most likely never live it down, once they got to that 'but it's funny though' stage.

As the thug stared dumbfounded Harold punched him straight in the chest sending him flying.

Two thugs go to investigate the noise the rest take their safeties off their weapons. "Look out boys looks like we might have a hero or two here. Remember the plan keep your weapons hot and remember the paras bleed just like everybody else." Said one large man in the center.

>>> From Dragon and Tiger

Lucas and Mirage appeared next to Katy in a puff of Mirages trademark crimson smoke.  It was surprisingly easy to home in on Katy's thoughts and use that as a homing beacon.

"Hello, Lady Psyche."  Mirage said with a smile.  She had changed into her working clothes and was now ready for a little action.  "What's going on?"

>>>>>>>>From The Dragon And The Tiger>>>>>>>>

Dragon Fist appeared alongside Mirage in the crimson signature that was the Femme Fatale's unique transportation method. He waited for Lady Psyche's response to Mirage's question, looking around the museum briefly.

"Best I can tell, there's a robbery going on. Bunch of kids being held hostage, scared out of their minds, and the thugs think there's someone in there with them," Psyche said, not moving from her spot against the building. Crossing her arms, she gave Lucas a look that clearly meant 'we're going to talk later.'

"How do you want to handle this? Fire and brimstone? Puppies and Rainbows? Make the thugs turn on each other?" Psyche asked, examining her nails as she did so.

THe heroes hear the sound of gunfire and screaming coming from the building. Whatever was happening had already started.

Without hesitation, Dragon Fist made his way towards the "action."

Dragon Fist saw 8 armed thugs unloading heavy machine guns on what appeared to be a medieval knight blocking the bullets with some kind of ghostly shield. HE held out his right hand and what appeared to be some kind of energy crossbow bolt sped through the air knocking a thug onto his back.

Dragon Fist, seeing the knight garbed stranger surrounded, came at one of the thugs with a flying kick.

The thug turned but not quickly enough as Dragon Fist sent him flying into a wall. He landed on the floor slumped. The biggest of them "This is going south fast. Epsilon Cover!" And as the man shouted one of the masked men threw a cylindrical object which started spewing smoke into the building.

The gunshots were more than enough to set Psyche on edge. Still trying to reign in her thoughts so they weren't so blatantly revealed to Mirage, Psyche disappeared, fading from view with no hint of smoke or haze, reappearing behind the thugs. The best thing about having something that wouldn't get off your mind, especially if you were psychically empowered, was it almost literally became a weapon.

Sending several blasts of telekinetic energy barreling towards the thugs, Psyche casually conjured up a mask around her face. Of course, the illusion made her look like a female Sub-Zero, but anything with the words smoke and grenade together usually meant bad things for the lungs.

Lady psyche manages to take out three more with her blasts, The leader and two others however manage to escape in the confusion.

Dragon Fist then went to work on knocking out the thugs that had surrounded the "knight."

"Mirage...Psyche....these guys have released some sort of gas..."

A knight.  How quaint, Mirage thought.  Lady Psyche and Dragon Fist seemed to have the situation well in hand, so Mirage went off after the escaping leader.

  The scene outside left Mirage with two choices.  She could pursue a low slung car with no plates heading to the north, and a full sized conversion van heading south.  Who was in which was hard to say, but she could tell they had a well planned exit strategy that was designed to throw off pursuit.

Dragon Fist, seeing the other thugs scatter in the fusion or get knocked out by Psyche's blasts, soon turned back to the "Knightly One."

Briefly, he eyed the other individual, the eyeholes on his helmet flashing an azure blue, he used his Chi sense to get an idea of what this man's Chi looked like.

"You all right? And what do we call you?"

"I'm fine. I uhhh. Haven't figured that out yet. This is kinda new to me. Like last ten minutes new." The knight replied. As Dragonfist viewed his chi he saw a man willing to do whatever it took to keep people from going through the pain he did. He also sensed he was unsure of where his path led.

"Don't worry...I'll help you sort it out," Dragon Fist said, now a bit more relaxed around the fledgling hero. "For now, we need to make sure the patrons in the museum are okay. You did a pretty decent job against those thugs."

"Thanks, I'd appreciate that." THe knight replied as he looked around at the kids some of which were still terrified others had taken out their phones to get pictures of the heroes and where chatting excitably. "I don't think they hurt any of them think we got em before that happened."

"All right then...we'd better let Weston's finest take over from here," Dragon Fist said as he began to make his way out of the museum, gesturing him to come along, hopefully away from prying eyes.

"Psyche...Mirage...where are you guys?"

In reply to Thugs (msg #126):

"How clever."  Mirage muttered.  There was only one of her and she couldn't pursue both vehicles.  If she went after one, the other would get away.  Did they get anything?  Steal anything?  The whole scene had happened so quickly that she wasn't sure.

The car with no plates would be the faster of the two, so Mirage decided to go after that one.  She disappeared in a thick billow of crimson smoke and long skirts, teleporting right on to the hood of the fleeing car.

  The driver of the car, with his vision now impaired by a woman on the hood, began to swerve his car wildly back and forth across the road.  He'd gotten onto one of the bigger streets in Weston, and was causing havoc by his wild driving.  He was trying to throw her off the hood one way or the other, and he didn't seem to care HOW many other cars he clipped in the process!

Mirage had to grab on to the hood of the swerving car.  She lost her footing and slammed onto the hood, sliding back and forth with the motion of the car.  The sound of multiple car horns warning off the wild car brought the situation into a clearer perspective.  The driver might hit an innocent in the process of trying to shake her off.  That was not going to do.

There was only one way that she could think of to stop the car and avoid causing any collateral damage to other drivers on the rode.  She just hoped that it wouldn't hurt too much.

OOC:  Mirage is going to try and teleport the car someplace safer, like an alleyway or a nearby body of water.  Seeing as how it's a quick reactive move, she might not be all that successful.  I'm expecting her to take the car into a wall or something but I'll leave it up to you GM's.  :)

In reply to Dragon Fist (msg #131):

He nods. "Probably a good idea. Where to?"

Dragon Fist looked around for a moment. The scene was bustling with lots of activity.

"We need to find a place to converse, out of the sight of prying ears. Can you make your way to the rooftops? If not, we can meet at the park. It seems there's a lot that we must discuss."

The knight began heading outside. "Well I'm not certain I don't think I can fl-" And before he was doen speaking his armor glowed and suddenly a ghostly steed appeared. "Oh, that works."

"Interesting..." Dragon Fist said. "Follow me....I like to use this spot to think."

Seeing the ghostly steed take form, Dragon Fist extended his draconic wings and leaped into the air, looking for a solitary rooftop where he and his new friend could converse.

>>>>>>>>>>>To The Rooftops>>>>>>>>>>>>>

  The cat, it's passenger, and Mirage all teleported, but it definitely wasn't a danger to other drivers now.  They appeared twenty feet in the air, and dropped into the waters of the river as the car's wheels spun madly without anything to give them traction.  Creating a tremendous splash!

That worked out well, Mirage thought as she brushed water from her eyes.  Now that the car wasn't swerving about, she was actually able to get a solid footing on the hood.  She crouched on the hood, resting a hand on the cars windshield while a crimson coloured war hammer appeared in her other.

"Now then, Darling.  I believe that you and I have a conversation coming up." she grinned.

  The driver was looking a bit panicked, since this spot of the river was deep enough that the car was sinking, and he couldn't GET his door open.

The driver was scared.  Good.  Mirage liked scared thieves.  Using her psionically created war hammer, Mirage smashed the car windshield and yanked the thief out.  She held him up by the collar still standing on the hood of the car.

"I just did you a good turn, Darling.  Why don't you repay me by giving me a little information?  Hmm?"

  The fellow in her hands arched his eyebrows, and asked her "What you got in mind, honey?"

Honey?

"Why, nothing less than the whole story of your little robbery attempt, darling." Mirage replied back.  "It was just an attempt, wasn't it?  Or did your friends in the van manage to take off with something valuable?"

  He tilted his head, and said "Ransom money, sweet cheeks.  That's what we wanted . . .. "

"Ransom money?  That sounds far more interesting than a simple robbery.  How intriguing.  Indulge me.  How were you going to get ransom money out of the museum?"

  He snorted, and said "Simple, sugar.  The wealthy kids got rich parents . . . . "

Still holding the thug, or rather kidnapper, up by his shirt collar, Mirage pretended to think over their 'brilliant' plan.

"So then, you'd kidnap the kids of some wealthy museum patron and then ransom the child back to them.  Not a bad plan.  Did you actually get away with a child?"

"Not just one kid. There was a whole field trip of wealthy kids there. How should I know? I was just the decoy."

Just the decoy.  That was disappointing news.

"Just the decoy, darling?  And here I was hoping that you were someone important, someone I could make a deal with.  You really know how to let a girl down."  She released her hold on him and let him drop to the hood of the car.  "I can't begin to tell you how dull it's been lately."

A long stiletto dagger appeared in one hand.  Mirage admired the psionic weapon and the way that it's deep crimson colour seemed to shift as she turned it around.  "I guess if you don't know anything of value, there's really no sense in keeping you in one piece now is there?  How many of my daggers do you think I can stick into you before the car sinks?  That might might cheer me up a bit."

The man's eyes widened as the blade appeared in her hand. "Now now lets not get too hasty. I'm sure there's more you might be interested in knowing."

Mirage gave the Thug a slightly disinterested look.

"More?  But you just said that you're just the decoy and you don't know if your grand scheme succeeded or not.  What could you possibly know that might interest me?"

"We uhh aren't the only group. The boss, she calls herself Tzarina. Real scary lady. This isn't her only planned heist. Not that I know about any ops I'm not part of."

"Tzarina, hmm?" Mirage drew the edge of her psionic knife lightly down the thugs cheek.  It was not hard enough to draw blood but it was enough that the thug would know that the weapon was real and sharp.  She was a cat toying with her prey.  "And how would I find this Tzarina?"

"Sh-she didn't tell us. My job was just to distract any cops or heroes that came in. The only one who knew how to contact her was the guy heading the heist. He's long gone by now."

"And you did such a good job of being a distraction, darling."  Mirage purred menacingly.  "You have my full attention, which may not be such a wonderful thing in a few minutes.  You don't seem to have any more information that may be of use to me, so..."

The man's eyes widened and he started to panic. "Listen L-Lady lets no do anything rash here..."

"Aren't you supposed to distract me, darling.  Surely you want to do a good job."  Mirage purred menacingly.  "You've given me a name but not much else.  Are you sure that there's nothing else that you'd like to share with me?"

PM

Dragon Fist stood on the roof on the opposite side of the museum, his mind awash in introspective thought. Up until now, he had alienated most of his friends, going on a crusade that left only broken bodies in his wake. Lashing out seemingly at friend and enemy alike, he had torn through various ranks of the criminal underworld, letting them know the ferocity of his namesake. Fear had seemed to rule, and Dragon Fist seemed to like it.

Arguments with Lin....with Don....Hotwire...everyone he knew and associated with....they just didn't seem to understand. They didn't understand the losses he had suffered. Friday. Mirage. The once seemingly unbreakable Dragon Fist broke under the emotions of his all-too human self. Guilt. Anger. Sadness. His fists and feet knew nothing but bloodied noses, broken arms and legs. They knew the scent of fear. And Dragon Fist seemed to almost revel in it.

Until...

On one of his rampages, a young Hispanic boy witnessed the beating he was levying on an arrogant street tough. The boy muttered but one word softly..."DIABLO"....and suddenly it seemed that Dragon Fist's senses...everything everyone had told him....seemed to echo through that young boy's voice. The voice seemed to hit his emotions like a sledgehammer, and he immediately relented. He needed to think....to reevaluate....to figure out what to do next. The museum was not far away.

And so he crouched, lost in a sea of his own thoughts, as he looked down upon a part of the city that he called home, wondering where his path would take him next.

The Weston Museum was hosting one of the largest showings of Egyptian artifacts that was currently touring the world.  The collection contained millions of dollars worth of treasures from a half dozen newly discovered tombs.  It also boasted the largest number of intact mummies of any collection outside of Cairo.  The show opening had been  attended by many of Westons celebrities and social elite, but the crowds that now filtered through the exhibition hall were no less numerous though not quite as famous.

Security for the showing was tight, not surprising given the value of the exhibit.  Guards watched every door, searched through bags and purses at the main entrance, and kept a watchful eye on patrons as they moved about the valuable collection.  They were looking in the wrong places.

A young girl ran up to one of the display cases and pressed her face and hands against the glass.  "Cool."  she said in an excited tone.  Her eyes swept over the ancient remains as if she were looking at a selection of ice cream.  She turned to her approaching parents and gestured excitedly, pressing a finger against the glass.  "Look Mommy, the mummies even move."

"Don't be silly, Abbie."  The woman said, finally catching up to her daughter.  "The mummies don't.."  her words were cut off as she watched the desiccated corpse raise its arm.  "...don't...move..."  Her eyes went wide and she instinctively reached for her daughter.

A second later, a shattering of security glass preceded a loud scream.  One scream lead to another, and shouts of panic, as the ancient inhabitants of Egypt rose from their places of rest, easily breaking through the glass encasing them.  The exhibition hall erupted into a chaotic, panicked mass as the now restless dead began to attack those closest.

It was another long, incredulous minute, before one of the guards, surprised by the event, managed to put in a cal for assistance.

Lost in his reverie, Dragon Fist took a random look inside the museum. Seeing people began to run piqued his curiosity. The screams of the many innocent denizens inside snapped him to almost immediate attention. Maybe the museum was promoting some sort of extracurricular activity to promote the showing of the Egyptian artifacts.

"Oh hell, I hope this isn't some sort of publicity stunt," he muttered to himself as he soared on his wings closer to the museum.

As Dragon Fist soared closer to the front of the museum, he could see a stream of patrons rushing through the narrow front entrance.  The entrance, with several of its doors locked in order to control the flow of people into the museum, was inadequate to allow the large number of people trying to get out.  One of the locked doors shattered as someone crashed through it. The individual, bloodied by shards of glass, tumbled down the front stairs.  Several others lost their footing and tumbled down as well.

Dragon Fist could see one of the fallen individuals get kicked about as fleeing patrons stepped over them.  If this was a publicity stunt, it was turning out to be a very dangerous one.

Dragon Fist swooped down to where the fallen patron was. It was displays like this that made him doubt his faith in humanity. It was all he could do to not lash out at the massive stampede that was before him.

Shoving people aside, he made his way to the fallen patron to help them up. "Let's get you out of here," he said, grabbing the person, not offering the individual a chance to say no.

He set them down in an out of the way spot not far from the entrance. "What's going on?!? What's got everyone so spooked aside?" he asked, almost menacingly.

Antoinette was just about to enjoy the museum when this all broke out. Seeing people panic, she knew she had to switch over to her alter ego. With people panicking, it was actually a simple matter to manifest her costume without anyone noticing. Not that that mattered too much to her.

Seeing Dragon Fist help out the one who was getting run through the kicking machine, Lifelight puts her forcefield up and hurries over to the other one who got scratched up by glass and directs healing energy at him to close his wounds so he can continue fleeing with the rest of the crowd.

As soon as she saw that he was OK, Lifelight flies over the people towards the inside of the building to go to where everyone is fleeing from.

Never fear, Miss Adventure is here!  At least, that's what Mittens wants to say while standing in a dramatic heroic pose, cape billowing in the wind.  But what would be the point with nobody being able to hear it over the noise of a panicking crowd?  Ah well.  At least she can help a little with crowd control by portaling out whatever fallen people are still in danger then forcing the locked doors open.

I can only guess that the reason for this panic is an armed thief started shooting, she's thinking to herself, Only one way to find out.

While she appears to walk on thin air over the crowd in order to get to the source of the panic, Mits announces to the crowd with her trusty megaphone, "PLEASE ESCAPE IN A SAFE MANNER, AND REMEMBER: TRAMPLING PEOPLE IN YOUR WAY IS A CRIME.  THERE ARE SECURITY CAMERAS WATCHING YOU, AND ANYTHING YOU DO ON TAPE CAN AND WILL BE USED AGAINST YOU IF YOUR SHOVING IS THE REASON THE FALLEN CHILD IN FRONT OF YOU WINDS UP CRUSHED TO DEATH."

Though 911 is speed dialed, she makes it a point to not open a portal to the police station this time.  That didn't turn out for the best when the Yokai Zords attacked.

  Matt makes a note to self, avoid any 'the Venus de milo isn't supposed to have arms!' moments if called upon to undo any of the night's property damage.

  He makes a bet with himself that like every disaster, the emergency exits will have been conspicuously unused.  See also, the lonely life of emergency brakes.

  A slide whistle sound accompanies the arrival of a known to some appendage falling from the sky line, and retracting in an a measured eyeblinks span of time to result in Matt's full in person attendance.

  "When I get in there, it will be another example of why learning from history is nothing but trouble. I just know it." He would wave hello to Mittens, but she's clearly busy.

One of the nice things about his choice of work, he had very open hours.  Tonight, he was taking a break from both jobs.  Something his mentor would have frowned at, but it was something he needed just to keep his mind clear.  Of course, he knows his primary occupation never really gets a day off so he stays relatively prepared.  Nothing that would set off alarms, physical at least.  There were ways to hide masks, even from security scans and the like.  Other ways to help conceal your identity and give some protection to yourself.  Sturdy jeans and a bomber jacket fill out his choice of attire for the night.  Almost invisible to the eye was a hood stuck in the jacket.

He wasn't in the Egyptian exhibit, but it would be difficult not to hear the commotion coming from it.  Moving with the evacuation he watches for a moment to quietly slip away, ducking into a Maintenance Closet where he starts slipping out the hood and donning a small domino style mask that covers down and disguises his jaw line.  Taking out his phone, he slips out the SIM card and withdraws a small microchip and tiny speaker to help disguise his voice, clicking it in place and tucking it beneath the cover of his hood.

"Xing Chao, think I heard something about the mummies were moving.  Are you sensing anything?  Working on figuring out if we are dealing with the arcane, technological or people dressed up as a distraction for a heist."

As he speaks, he arms himself with what little he can find.  Grabbing a decent amount of rope used for crowd control and tying it through a wrench and making a quick knot on the other end for a make shift manriki-gusari.  Also settling for a little good old fashioned American diplomacy, picking up a sturdy looking crowbar.

   "It's magic, I can tell you that.  Not dimensional-shattering type though, so it's something that the parahumans and other local heroes, including potentially you, can and should handle.  Necromantic, if the flavor I am catching is what I think it is."  The voice was soft, and emanated from the 'tattoo' that, at the moment, looked like it curled around from beneath his shirt to have it's head at the side of his throat just below his ear.

Outside the Museum

The woman that Dragon Fist 'rescued' was bleeding from a cut to her head, and she pressed a hand against it.  "Someone was attacking people inside."  the woman said, wincing.  "...maybe Terrorists...."

Lifelights powers heal up the cuts and scrapes that the man had suffered when he crashed through the glass door and he thanked her, once he figured out what had happened.  She flies up towards the museum entrance but it is still crowded with people fleeing through it.  She would have to fight against the current of patrons or perhaps make her own entrance by breaking through another door or window.  It's not as if anyone would notice in the chaos if she did.

Mittens calls 911 and by the time that they hang up, sirens can be heard in the distance.  It takes a moment for people to actually respond to her words, though the wide stairs leading down from the museums main doors help to spread the panicked folk out a bit.   She might almost have the crowd under control when the Matt arrives.

The panicked people spreading out from the front doors of the museum are already in a heightened state of 'scared of everything' that Matt arrival, combined with his appearance, causes those near him to scream and run away in different directions, sometimes colliding with people still fleeing from the museum.

Inside the Museum

Daystar, as he gets himself ready, can make out voices amongst the screaming.

"Move!  Move!  Get to the Emergency exits!"

"What the hell is going on?!"

"Don't know, Sir!  The exhibits were coming to life, or something...Hey!  Not that way!"

"What?!  That's ridiculous.  How can...get away from that pedestal!  That Vase is.."  There's a crashing sound.  "...was priceless.  Dammit!  Williams, get these people under control before they completely destroy my museum!"

"I'm trying, Sir! Nobodies sure what's going on in there.  Wilkes, come in!  What's going on in the exhibit?  Wilkes!  Report!"

Dragon Fist nodded at the woman. "Get yourself to safety, I'd recommend getting that cut on your forehead checked out."

Grimly, he turned towards the museum building. The humanity continued to pour out of the building.

"Can't stand here playing crowd control, I'm going to see what everybody's talking about." Spreading his wings, Dragon Fist rose into the air, looking for the next upper level. Once he found it (either a door or window), he burst through, making his way into the museum.

  The real tragedy is not the fear of the unknown™ Oh no.  The real tragedy is that this marks the first time anyone has been frightened by a whimsical slide whistle sound.

  Who could have ever guessed the one time Matt goes out of his way to make his sudden arrivals less abrupt, is the time people find his arrival overly abrupt.

  "You know, that would be hurtful if not for the fact they are literally the first people to have a negative reaction in all the years I've been like this." He's sure they will share the much more common trait of not suffering so much as a bruise on his account, but not like he advertises that perk of his Influence offered to bystanders-

  That's the sound of priceless art being broken allright.  And of staff clearly not being paid enough for this.  Matt calmly makes his way through or over as appropriate.

  Oh good, Daystar has a wrench AND Crowbar.  This is a huge deal, because it means the science ninja is clearly humble enough to acknowledge that the Macgyver method is just as dangerous as his technical and magical aids.

  And in even better news, the bleeding lady Daystar is helping won't even have a scar. We'd bet five whole dollars on that one.

OOC: As absurd as it is to say.  Years of brazenly walking through crowds only to finally induce terror by way of Hanna Barbara sound effects accompanying his arrival, is pretty on brand for Matt/My gaming record.  It fits in the way Wile E Coyote not falling until he looks down fits.

Good thing Matt's enjoys the luxury of a crowd sent into a panic ending up less injured than they started. (Though generally, it's only the murder tail in open view at times such as now.  It's amazing what hats, hoodies, and slouching does for a lack of face).
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Seeing the people storm is too thick, Lifelight opts to go in through a window in the next level up. (Also making sure to use a window that is not above fleeing civilians. Don't wanna spray glass on the poor people below)

Once inside, Lifelight makes her way towards the new exhibit. That had to be what most people were here for, so it is a logical first place to check. Antoinette says softly, "Hello Sola. Map of Weston Museum please."

A map brought up on her HUD, she follows the route that looks most likely to not have fleeing people.

Opting to erase this from history upon reading Mitts' post. Interaction with other players far more preferable than finding my own way in.
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Mittens is sooo in favor of the slide whistle entrance!  Especially since it causes a hilarious scene of people bouncing harmlessly off each other in cartoonish mayhem!  She so loves it when Matt shows up.

Then Mits realizes that the exiting crowd is blocking the only floor-level entrances.  Ah well, may as well make a separate entrance of her own for the convenience any arriving heroes.  Poof!  A portal appears near Antoinette with a big sign over it that reads, "↓ This way to danger!  Heroes only!  -Miss Adventure."  The portal leads right to Mittens, so she'll be able to stop any moronic bystanders who ignore the giant sign and try to jump into the portal that visibly leads right to a Para.

Once Matt catches up, Mits puts her megaphone away and gives a smile and wave.  "Hey so glad you're here!  Not sure yet what triggered the running of the bulls, but I doubt it was festive Mexican music.  I think I overheard someone say the exhibits were coming to life.  If it's true I sure hope there's an Easter Island head asking for gum."

(( https://youtu.be/nAgSecmB9lM?t=11 ))
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Lifelight sees the portal and heads to it. Once on the other end and seeing Mittens, she smiles. "Hi. Thank you." she says softly. How audible she is depends on how far Mittens teleported from the screams.

Either way, she turns her head to scan the area, looking for where the danger is.

Inside the Museum

The heroes manage to find their ways into the museum and it's easy enough to follow the fleeing crowd as they race through the hallways.  In the hallway outside of the exhibit, they find a security guard frantically trying to accomplish the dual task of herding potential victims to safety while calling into a walkie to find out what is going on.  The guard has a name tag that says Williams on it.  Beside him is a man in a suit and tie, yelling at the fleeing visitors to stop knocking over his exhibits.  The man is wearing the sort of suit that one might wear to try and look authoritative but not quite have the money to pull it off.

"Wilkes!  Anders!  Anyone!" Williams yells into his mic.  His eyes are trained down the hallway towards the entrance to the Egyptian exhibit.  His hand, sitting restlessly on the grip of a 9mm sidearm, looks about ready to draw the weapon.  "Dammit!"

The man standing beside him is not looking towards the exhibition hall but at a crumpled up rug(?) that is currently being trampled.  "Not the tapestries."  he moans.  "Do you know how long it took me to acquire them?!"  He suddenly notices the heroes and points at them.  "You!  You there!  You've got to do something.  My museum..."

The mans words are lost beneath a staccato of gunfire.  From down the hallway, the heroes can see a guard backing out of the exhibit area firing her sidearm.  "Wilkes!"   Williams shouts, drawing his own weapon.  Wilkes fires her weapon two more times but from the way that she is swearing, the bullets do not appear to be having the effect that she wants.

A second later, a figure trailing moldy bandages rushes out of the exhibition room and knocks Wilkes to the ground.  Its mouth is open as if it was uttering a battlecry but no sound emerged as it raised a bony fist to strike the fallen guard.

Equipped and ready to go he gives a nod to Xing Chao.

"Good to have an idea of what I am dealing with."


Slipping gloves on, he'd have to deal with fingerprints later, not that he had a record here yet so he wouldn't be in the system.  Still it was best to be careful.  Stepping out of the closet he quickly moves to where the voices and other heroes had gathered.  Looking to the guard and who he presumes to be the curator, he begins to open his mouth even as he's moving when the gunfire starts.  Usually most would run away or look for cover from the gunfire but instead his steady purposeful walk becomes a sprint even before Wilkes is seen.  He reasons the gunfire is directed into the exhibit and highly doubts necromantically raised mummies were carrying anything more than a variety of diseases.  Against a corpse he realizes easily enough that 'pain' would not register to it.  Still there were moves he could use to restrict it's movement.  With the guard in close proximity he couldn't risk trying to lasso the fist so he picks up his speed.  Dropping into a slide he angles the crowbar to shift it under the decending forearm and behind the creature's neck to use it as a fulcrum to help get the creature's upper body off balance.  Working to roll it off of the guard, taking a quick stock of the situation.  If he is struggling against the weight or strength of the mummy, it doesn't show in his calm voice.


"Good to see you all.  Yes, they are mummies.  I have it under advisement we are dealing with Necromancy.  Dragon Fist, Matt.  First up, in the exhibit.  Lifelight, help me with Wilkes then on me.  Miss Adventure, you are on containment.  Help us get anymore civilains out, keep them in the room and then scout the area.  Look for anyone else or any other shamblers.  And be careful.  This magic could be passive or there could be someone on the premises controlling it.  We are dealing with numbers here.  This is the largest collection of mummies outside of Cairo.  And we do not know how many are affected.  Also, be careful.  If their injuries are not too severe, any civilians that have become swayed may yet be saved if they were not brain dead for too long."


Morbid, perhaps.  But he was trying to be pragmatic.


While he hadn't met Dragon Fist, he had been doing his homework and the suit of armor certainly fit the description of what he heard on the street that had so many criminals running scared.

Dragon Fist took a brief look at the black-clad stranger who seemed, out of nowhere, take command of the situation. While such leadership was welcome in uncertain times, there were times where it could have been extremely annoying and overbearing. Especially from what appeared to be some sort of newcomer to Weston. The stranger also seemed to be aware of who he was, whether it was through reputation or stalking, was anyone's guess.

But now was not the time for such sentiments. For the time being, the museum was in chaos, and that chaos had to be dealt with. Even if it meant sacrificing ego for the greater good.

"Fine," he replied to the stranger as he then began to make his way towards the exhibit.  Once he arrived, he began to charge his fists with chi, preparing himself for whatever may come.

She flew towards the museum at speeds that even she found unreal, never having really opened up like this. She was about to make a new entrance through the skylight when she saw a familiar looking portal glowing outside and dove towards it with a smile...

...appearing inside with her flaming sword in hand. "Mittens, Lifelight. Lovely to see you." She said in that voice that cracked like flame. "What's going on...mummies? Zombies? Time to die. Again."

She moved in with her blade raised.

Open a door for heroes and so many awesome heroes show up!  Though it was the pretty ones that actually used the portal.  No complaints here!

"Ohai!  Hey, good to see you again!"  This applies to all present whom Mits has met.  "Mummies?!  For realzies?!!"

There goes Daystar being all awesome again.  This is how Mittens had hoped teaming up with Dane would have been like.  Instead Dane's all, "Hold my beer while I smash a hostile alien squad... and their ship."  Not what she'd hoped, but still epic!  But then Daystar goes and exceeds Mits' already high expectations of him.  And then there's the new guy.

"Oh my gosh it's a Draconian!  EPIC!  Nice to meetcha, Dragon Fist!  Ever wanted to be invulnerable?  Well that's what Matt can do for ya!  Among many many other really handy things."

To the not-expensive suit guy she continues, "Such as ensuring priceless archeological artifacts are in no danger of any damage.  I'd ask you to please get to safety, but with Matt around you can join in fighting the mummies if you like.  No need to worry about so much as a bruise!"

Mits indicates the cool guy with the mutant head-tail is Matt.  If not for him having arrived, she'd have likely been much more active in ensuring the safety of poor Wilkes.  But now she knows she can get away with being herself without anyone being in any real danger while she fan-girls over the dragon fighter.  And now she finally gets to see Daystar and Seraph in action!

"Aye aye, Cap'm Daystar!  Sweet move!"

Mits first consults the museum floor map that's sure to be prominently displayed then gets to carrying out Daystar's orders.  Without having to leave the action!  Yaaaay!
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Lifelight had a concerned look when she saw Wilkes. Then Daystar came in.

By coincidence, when Daystar starts laying out commands, Lifelight is already on her way to Wilkes and Daystar. Once there, she gives some healing to Wilkes if she needs it. Either way, Lifelight looks in the direction Wilkes was firing.

For the time being, Lifelight will stick with Daystar. She has every confidence Matt will do what Mittens just bragged.

  Matt can understand the incredulous complaint from Williams, because really. Tapestries?  You know a fleeing crowd has no sense of direction when the wall props are collateral damage.

  He does wonder how long until his recent wishy washy mix of 'activate cheat codes' vs 'but they need to know how to deal with this' logic leads to the worlds fastest cases of apathetic immortality.  But no status effects so long as his Influence has anything to say about it is a guilt free baseline.

  "We'll be prioritizing lives sir, but have a free sample of what putting up with the eccentricities of paras now, will get you later." Matt comments to Williams as a priceless vase returns to being as priceless as it was that morning.

  Mittens Adventure is a much better PR person than he is, though "Thanks for the vote of confidence, but it would probably be for the best if the staff at most, stayed at a very safe distance."

  First order of violent business as his head tail approaches Daystar at a hopefully nonthreatening 5 miles per hour.  "Just gonna dismember that jerk your holding, if that's okay."

  The intention being to start with a merely mundane cutting. This is for scientific reasons, as he remains ready to revoke the undeath rights on the severed limbs should they remain hostile to those stuck with mortal means.  (He expects if Dragon Fist and Serena will be just fine on their own in making sure punching the heads off mummies works the first time.)

  Observation of reality is faster than parsing his largely acting on instinct Awareness.  Refer back to 'oh right, jammer, duh!'... Which on that note, reminds him to pay closer attention to 'supernatural effects, thataway' vibes.

Seraph folded her wings behind her so as to not knock over artifacts and displays with their nigh unto 16' span and then she moved. Her sword came around in a golden arc, flame and other energy trailing behind, leaving an afterimage singed into the air through which it moved, aimed right at the neck of the first mummy she came to.

The Not-So-Expensive suit guy looks incredulously at Mittens when she makes the suggestion that he could join in the fighting.  "What?!  Fight mummies?  Me?!  Those are priceless remains!  Do you know what damaging them could cost us..."  Before he could complete the sentence, his eyes widened as a fleeing patron knocked into a display stand holding a 5ft tall intricately carved stone statue.  The statue teetered precariously before slowly falling off.

The guy in the suit, with a speed that would not seem natural given his appearance, rushed over and managed to slide his body between the falling statue and the floor, saving the item with a painful 'woof' of breath.  "Stop breaking the collection you antiquities heathens!" he shouted, shaking a fist briefly at the back of a fleeing person.

Daystar managed to lever the mummy off of Wilkes, but the creature was surprisingly strong, given the atrophied nature of its musculature.  Both ended up on their knees, with the mummy trying to punch at Daystar with its free hand.  The clumsy attempt was cut short when Matts head tail takes off the arm.  The mummy had time to look over at Matt before Seraphs flaming sword severed its head.  The undead creature twitched a few times and then lay still.

Lifelight used her powers to give the guard named Wilkes some healing.  The mummy inflicted bruises faded away and the guard raised herself up on her elbows.  She gave Lifelight a relieved smile.  "...thanks...I thought that I was a goner for a minute there."  Her received expression suddenly darkened and she sat up quickly.  "The others!  We have save them from...whoa...is that...Dragonfist?"

The other guard, Williams, ran up to Wilkes and Lifelight.  He still had his weapon drawn.  "Fangirl later.  We need to...Oh man.  There really were attacking mummies..."  The mans eyes had shifted from Wilkes and Lifelight to the interior of the Egyptian exhibit.

The interior of the exhibition hall is a mess, looking very much like a tornado had blown through the room.  Many of the exhibit cases that were not against the walls had been knocked over, their contents spilling onto the floor.  Injured patrons litter the floor, some still moving while others lay deathly still.  Some were still fighting mummies.  One womans scream was cut short as a mummy punched her in the stomach.  Another man tried to call out for help but he was having trouble concentrating with the 3 mummified cats attacking him.  Museum guards can be seen in the mix, a few still standing but barely.

The heroes could see at least 16 or so human mummies.  There were some other animal mummies, mostly cats, but the way that they were running around was making counting them hard.  Then there was the mummified bull.  It raised its head at the heroes standing in the entrance, gave an odd sounding snort, and then charged at them.

Seeing the bull coming at them, Dragon Fist stepped into the room to engage it.

Using his legs and his wings, he sprang forward at the charging bull, putting his hands in front of him, his fists charged up with pure chi, hoping to get the mummified bull in a powerful, two-fist punch.

  "Well, we're not dealing with Return of the Living Dead rules." Probably!  Serena's sword is fancier than a regular sword after all.

  Matt takes a moment to calmly lift the statue that (Again, clearly underpaid) staff had used himself as a cushion for.  Look, the innocent civilians could POTENTIALLY Run on their own.  While leaving this guy pinned under a statue with undead cats running around is just wildly irresponsible.

  "Sir, you're kind of screwed for PR with or without us.  Leaving these things to run around attacking employees and customers would be even worse for business than standing back and letting them get destroyed." A fate Matt isn't going to rectify, lest he come back tomorrow only to find them raised as violent undead a second time-Okay he's just lazy sometimes.

  "Even if healed, people can hold a grudge and call lawyers.  Unlike that vase you were complaining about earlier not longer being in eighty seven pieces."  Speaking of, Matt extends his influence to surviving citizens Lifelight can't reach... Sucks for anyone already dead, but that's a metaphysical line he is not going to look into crossing for the nameless masses on a guilty whim.

  He trusts the others to deal with the upright threats for the moment, as he starts herding cats...  Matt's life would be incredibly stupid if not for the stakes often involved.

The mummy's head flew off its shoulders as her sword cleaved through the neck of the undead thing. She didn't waste time, tossing the body effortlessly out of her way as she charged forward and swung around in an arc, wings extended and cut another into four pieces with the razor sharp edges and grabbed the woman the thing was attacking. "Run for the exit!" She snarled as she brought her sword down on top of the head of another, cutting the cursed thing in half.

Thankfully he had met Matt earlier and witnessed his fighting style with the aliens so the headtail coming for him doesn't startle him.  This allows him to focus on struggling with the mummy before Seraph and Matt step in.

Looking to the Curator.

"We will need a list of items recently brought into the Museum and manuscripts.  Also scrolls and the like that were being worked on in the past few hours.  Any information as to the origin of where you acquired this exhibit would be beneficial as well.  It is possible this was a planned attempt at injury and causing damage but it could also be as simple as someone reading something they should not have."


He had his ways of getting that information, but new world, he was attempting to play nice.  Inwardly he did wince a little at shouting out orders.  Meg had said most of these were relatively new heroes, but he didn't really know any of them.  It felt right to step up and at least try to get everyone on the same page, but he had to remember how well they handled themselves with the aliens.


Standing as the mummy crumples to the ground he looks to Lifelight as she heals Wilkes.


"If you need to get in there, I will follow your lead and help to keep the mummies off you."


He didn't know how close Lifelight needed to be or how much energy she could expend and with Mittens and her portals, he was figuring falling to the support group with Seraph, Dragon Fist and Matt on scene was the better move for him to take.

Mittens was apparently able to carry out Daystar's orders to contain the mummy threat to the one scene in the span of the last few posts.  Not terribly difficult to do considering there weren't that may ways to or from that exhibit and the mummies were too busy causing mayhem there rather than flee in panic with the crowd.  That woulda been funny if any of them had, though!

"Nicely done, everyone!"

She pops over to the two guards and offers them each an authentic Egyptian-style ancient alien kopesh, glowing with energy and crisscrossed with what looks like arcane markings.  Or is that circuitry?  (( Like this:  http://redraccoongames.com/wp-...esh-of-the-abyss.jpg ))

"Guns no workie on magical mummy threats.  Consider my loaning you these as my thanks for your courage for thinking of the victims rather than escape."

To the group, "And I repeat:  With Matt's superpower in play, there is no danger of anything getting permanently damaged.  Even the dismembered mummies can be put back together good as new once the danger has passed.  Heavy statue falls on person?  Neither person nor statue is harmed where normally there would be shattered bones and broken statue bits."

Since the three most dramatic "threats" (air quotes because aforementioned Matt superpower) are being handled and Daystar has Lifelight's 6, Mits portals into the very center of the mayhem along with a boombox playing appropriately exciting music and gets started doing the Laser Samurai thing - carving up as many of the the 17 human mummies and misc mummy cats as she can.  Which will probably be quite a few considering she really wants to impress Seraph and the others.  And the Law of Inverse Ninja Strength.

(( appropriately exciting music: https://youtu.be/h3ptPtxWJRs?t=67 ))
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Lifelight smiles at Wilkes and answers her question in Lifelight's usual soft tone, "Yes. It is Dragon Fist. Please help me find people."

Lifelight ohs at Daystar and quietly says, "OK."

She trots into the area with the mummies, but ignores the mummies, looking more for people to heal. Lifelight makes her way to the ones seemingly closest to dying first, relying on Daystar to keep mummies at bay, and for Wilkes to help her find and gather the injured.

A strange, small cloaked figure who almost looks like a wraith descends from one of the ventilation ducts in the ceiling, landing on one of the mummy cats with a crack! It looks over in the direction of the mummy bull. Seeing Dragon Fist handling it, the cloaked figure decides to go after one of the human mummies.

Standing at only four and a half feet tall, the wraith slides between the mummy's legs with a pair of military-looking knives, chopping at where the feet attach to the legs so the mummy can't stand.

The wraith then moves on towards another mummy. Through its actions, it is clear this is an ally to the heroes, despite almost fitting in with the whole undead theme.
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Absalom was in his home at the Apokryphal Apartments when he heard about the Museum incident. In seconds, he darted out the door after putting on his costume (even though it only took a few milliseconds). People on the way to the Museum seemed to be frozen as he passed by them. He just smirked and continued to his destination.

He stopped next to Mittens. A rush of wind followed him with an assortment of trash carried by his running at sublight speed. On his way in, he bowling balled a couple of Mum-Ra wannabes.

"I hope I'm not too late." He said with a grin. He saw the mummies attack his former comrades but he positioned himself to the closest one upon entering the place. "Need any help?"
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-----> Dragon Fist

The mummified bull charged at Dragon Fist, it's hoofs making oddly sounding thunks on the floor.  Rather than stand his ground, Dragon Fist chose to counter-charge the oncoming undead beast.  When his chi-powered fists connected with animated desiccated animal being, the result was unsurprising.  The first punch halted much of the creatures forward momentum, and shattering its skull.  Dragon Fist second punch tore through tattered bandages and destroyed shoulder bone.  The creature was larger than a normal human and that difference in size, and what remained of the beast, crashed into Dragon Fist in a shower of fragmenting bone and bandage.

-----> Matt

Matt pulls the statue off of the museum administrator, who gives him an anxious look as if Matt was going to just slam the valuable artwork back on to its pedestal with little regard to the items significance.  Hearing Matt mention how screwed the museum could be PR-wise as a result of this incident, the discount suited mans eyes widened fearfully.  "Oh my god!  We are so screwed!  We can't afford any lawsuits and if the collections owners find out what happened..."

He looked around frantically, as if seeing every fleeing person as a potential court case that was going to ruin the museum.  "We have to get everyone out and make sure that they don't talk to the press.  If the press gets wind of this, the museum could be ruined!"

-----> Seraph

It was hard to discern the mummys expression as it raised its hands high above its head, planning to inflict further harm on the woman gasping for breath at its feet, but a moment later it didn't matter.  Seraphs blades easily dismembered the undead antagonist and then another that was nearby.

The woman, hearing Seraphs suggestion about the exit, gasped out a 'thanks' and started to stumble towards the entrance to the exhibition.  Her movements were slow due to her injuries and the scattered debris and unconscious bodies in the way.

Seraph was far enough into the room that she made a big target.  Two mummies, one on either side of her, ran at her, their fingers hooked into the shape of claws.

-----> Daystar

The curator looked to be in a new panic after something that Matt had said to him, yelling something to the effect of "Everyone get to safety and don't sue us!"  The mans attitude did little to change when Daystar asked him for lists of the exhibits contents.

"You want what now?!  Does it look like I have time to get paperwork?!"

-----> Mittens and Duke Absalom

Mittens hands two rather ragged looking guards her conjured bladed weapons.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with this?!" one guard, whose name tag reads Denvers, asks.  He looks from his handgun, which he was very familiar with, to the Khopesh, which he was not.  "Don't you have like a bigger gun or something?"

The other guard, who was wearing a nametape that read Amir, eyes widen in excitement.  "Cool!  My Warrior uses something like this in World of Fightcraft."  With more enthusiasm than skill, she runs towards the nearest mummy, Khopesh raised high above her head and brings it down on her undead opponent.  The glowing weapon chops off the creatures arm below the elbow.  the mummy does not take this kindly and turns on Amir, grabbing her by the throat.

Duke Absalom arrived accompanied by a rush of wind to see one perplexed guard and another being attacked by mummy.

-----> Lifelight

Wilkes gave Lifelight a quick nod and retrieved her handgun.  "I'll cover you.  Let's go." she said with the conviction of someone who had momentarily forgotten how ineffective her weapon had been on their opponents.  Following Lifelight into the room, Wilkes only managed to take two more shots before deciding that getting the injured to safety was a more efficient use of her energy.

The pair ran to the nearest, severely injured looking individual.  The woman was lying crumpled on the floor with several deep cuts bleeding out.  Lifelight used her powers to heal the wounds, but the woman was still groggy.  "I'll get this girl to safety." Wilkes said, hoisting the woman over her shoulders in a fireman carry.  "Be right back."

-----> Maverick

The strange wraith may seem to be on the side of the undead, but the antagonistic mummies are not fooled.  Or perhaps they are just attacking anything that is not mummified.  The legless mummy tries to grab hold of the wraith but the cloaked figure is already out of reach and bearing down on another undead assailant.

The mummy looks up at Maverick as he approaches, snarls something in a weezing tone, and takes a swing at him.

"I do not need it right now.  I will be making those suggestions and others to police when they arrive on scene.  I am attempting to give you a head start.  Co-operation will go a long way to help with any PR as well as expedite answers."

He speaks loudly and quickly as he moves along with Lifelight, flanking her opposite of Wilkes and acting in unison with her.  Both helping to defend Lifelight from mummies that start coming her way as well as being an extra set of hands to help move civilians that can be moved after Lifelight does her thing, while doing his best to stay within striking distance of her for defense.  Relying heavily on his crowbar, realizing his rope may be of little use in this situation with so many mummies, heroes, security and civilians in the room.

Duke nodded at Daystar when he heard him. That's when he saw a mummy attacking the guard. He sped toward him and flipped it on its back after leg sweeping. When it was heading toward the ground, Duke jumped between it and the guard and side kicked the mummy toward a wall.

Duke got an idea after a large grin developed on his face. While the mummy was airborne, he jumped after it. Curling himself into a ball, he ricocheted off the mummy before it hit the wall, bounced off an adjacent wall and hit the ground rolling away after seeing that the mummy had crumbled on the ground. If it didn't, he followed up by coming around again, in ball form, but body charged with energy to decimate the mummy, ensuring its loss of whatever Duke's energy charged body hit. Duke would de-charge himself after the mummy was down and would continue rolling around the museum bowling balling any and every mummy that stood in his path.

"What was that one little blue fuzzball I saw on TV last night used to always say?" Duke chuckled after passing by Mittens in a speedball. He continued loud enough for all his comrades and anyone else can hear, "GOTTA GO, GOTTA GO FAST?!"

That's when Duke heard some people screaming by a staircase. They started running in the opposite direction. He rolled by the group saw mummies coming up the stairs. "Alright folks, your friendly neighborhood speedster guy is here. Please step away from the area and head to the nearest exit not currently occupied by these Imotep servant jabronis!"

"Let's see how many of these ugly muddafraggas I can tilt before scoring a SuperJets bonus!" He thought to himself.

Duke's curled up body grinds down the side rail towards the mummy brigade and slammed into them, drilling forward, hoping to cause a domino effect. If they started to fall, he would use their heads as another grind rail before moving past them around the corner. Then again, he had a strong urge to play pinball with them. That all depended on whether or not the mummies were slow enough (mentally) to allow the latter to happen.

((Cue music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6NaZrPQGfY))
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Seraph grinned at the two mummies flanking her and raised a hand to each, her sword dissolving into flame and vanishing as she did. A beam of golden light flew from her hands, striking each mummy and blowing them into dust and bits of rags. She turned to see if more people were being attacked.

The showering of bone and bandage impacted Dragon Fist, staggering him briefly and knocking him back several feet.

"All right....let's finish this..."

Putting his hands together, charging both of them with chi, he then formed his chi-sword. Running at what was left of the bull-mummy, he proceeded to slash at it, until it moved no more.

The woman remaining groggy didn't come as a surprise. Lifelight's power can't shove people's blood back into their veins, after all.

However, the guard hoisting the woman to safety was a big deal since it meant Antoinette could move on to the next injured person without worrying about the last one.

Now to execute a plan she wanted to try out not long after she learned undead were involved.

When a zombie got too close to Lifelight, she fires one of her paralysis beams at it and then said, "Holtzman Shield" which cases a transluscent shield to pop up between her and the zombie. The shield has a picture in the center of a smiley face with glasses on.

Lifelight was unsure if the paralysis beam would even work, given it is designed only to disrupt normal organic beings or robots. Undead are not really in that category. But at least the Shield is designed to block low-velocity impacts like punches and kicks.

(( Loving the GM's way of clarifying, so I'm going to emulate! ))

-----> The Guards

"Nothing appropriate," Mits calls out from inside the room to answer the guard's question about guns while bifurcating an animated piece of ancient history with her light-katana, "Guns you can legally carry won't work on these things.  Blades are the best option."

While technically with Matt's power in play it'd be perfectly OK to open a portal to a battleship's cannon and fire a 1-ton high-explosive round into the mummy room, Mits remembers reprimands for such displays of overkill.  And handing an alien plasma grenade repeater to a guard is the sort of thing that'll get Miss Adventure denied the Interpol position she's applying for.  No matter how safe such a thing is in reality, it'll appear reckless.

-----> The Suit Guy & Matt

Zwoop!  Mits bisects a mummified cat like she just got out of high school biology then answers Mr. Suit, "Spin, my good sir.  Go right ahead and talk to the press.  Brag about how awesome the superheroes are and how glad you are that so many civilians were saved.  Then talk to the owners about merchandising.  T-shirts with 'The Great Mummy Attack of 2018' printed on them will sell for a fortune on E-Store.  I know I'll buy one."

-----> Maverick

"Ohai!" Mits greets to the short creepy newcomer while sundering the nearest mummy, "Miss Adventure here.  Welcome to the partay, stranger.  What may we call you?"

-----> Seraph, Duke, Daystar, Lifelight

She grins at the arrival of Duke and Seraph kicking butt with beam weapons.  And of course there's Lifelight doing the actual saving of people and Daystar being all smart.  So she does a boomerang with her lightsword to dismember another mummy in an attempt to impress them.  "Y'all are so awesome!  Milkshakes on me afterwards!"

-----> Duke

"And speaking of spin..." When Duke goes all Supersonic on the mummies, Mits rapidly clicks a sound effect maker set to "Pop Badnik" every time he hits an enemy!  (( Pop a Badnik sound: https://youtu.be/w4LnygjLhvc?t=49 ))

-----> Dragon Fist

"Wait.  Did he just.  Did I just see...  OHMYGOSH it really IS the REAL Dragon Fist!!"

Something's different about him in person than on TV.  Is that a different costume from the old one?
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  "Helping uncover what asshole caused this would shift blame better than any amount of generic pleading, yes."  This would probably be more assuring without the grizzly sight of all the undead animals suspended in the air behind him (Except for those already dealt with, of course).  Speared through their skulls, like a grizzly needle and thread.

  This WOULD be cool, except he's playing undead pet catcher.  Now, mortal Kombat fatalities on a bull? That's actually cool.  But at now least nobody will trip on them in a fit of life threatening clumsiness.

  "I'm also not fixing the mummies until you can personally assure this doesn't happen again without my intervention, if you needed a financial incentive." Matt not for the first time, feels like he's very bad with verbal threats. (Unless my demands are met. I'll only fix SOME of your priceless historical artifacts for free!)

  He has to resist the urge to provide legally distinct pinball sound effects as Duke bounces around the room.  "I'd rather have you show up late than most peoples show up early, so there's that." He says to Duke, it would be weird to be saying that to the stressed staff member.
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"I love milkshakes!" Seraph said as beams of golden light fired from her eyes like lasers and swept the room to hit every zombie she cut, incidentally also cutting priceless artifacts in half with surgical precision. "Mint chocolate chip for me, Mittens."

The wraith ducks under the swinging mummy's fist, tumbles and a half-tornado movement behind the mummy and then walks toward Mittens. The mummy behind him that he's now ignoring turns to swipe at him, but falls to pieces into a pile behind the wraith.

The wraith responds to Mittens in a reverse-reverb voice that would sound familiar to any fans of Winter Entertainment* "You may call me Wraith."

* https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8yT1CmTnww

Wraith looks around for any other mummies to desiccate, or perhaps people in immediate danger. Then charges into the fray.
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In reply to Mittens (msg # 200):

He had to laugh at hearing the sounds from a video game he remembered playing a few weeks ago on his Sega Emulator. But since whoever's necromancing self wanted to go all Warcraft DeathKnight and terrorize a museum with mummies from Egypt, he might as well sock it to them--Duke style. He's been in this world for a while to know that gaming is big business-quite addictive IHO... Racing and anything with speed in it were among his favorites. Now he gets to combine the both against another who probably had the same idea with Fright Night at the Museum.

Duke was having too much fun with his version of Creep Night: 3D Ultra Pinball as he bounced off one mummy, onto the wall, smackdab into another... Rinse and repeat! ((https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=714Oror5qrU)). He imagined Mitten's sound effect maker set making the "Pop Badnik" every time he destroyed a mummy.

If you listen closely, you could hear Duke singing repeatedly:

"Duke's gonna give it to ya!
I'm gone give it to ya!
Duke's gonna give it to ya...
Cuz I'm so frikn' tired of ya!

First I'm gonna... Rock!
Into you I'mma... Roll!
Yer bones gonna... Pop!
And down yall go!"

He paused after repeating that a couple times. Then he backtracked up the rail back to Mittens. "Can you find an instrumental of DMX's "X-Gone Give it to ya"? I'd like that on autoplay, please! K, THANKS, BYE!"

Duke rolled away up the stairs and back to his mummy pinball game. More of them were coming up the stairs. He starting singing again acapella until the song played then sung his parody along with it:

“Yeah (uh), yeah, yeah (uh) (Grrrr)
Yeah, don't get it twisted
This speed game is mine, stupid mummies!
It’s so ovah 4 ya
You heard right foos
It’s what ya gone learn (it’s what you learnin’)
It’s what ya gone learn (TODAY!)
It’s what ya gone learn (TODAY!)
It’s what ya gone learn (TODAY!)

Duke gon' give it to ya
I ain’t waitin’ for you to come ta me, Duke gon' deliver to ya
Bonk Bonk, On the head kids, you missed
With the non-stop, speed smack of lightning kiss
Go hard, getting jiggy wit it
But I got such momentum
That I'll make all you lil mummies wonder if I’ll stop
Dang right, and I'll do it again, 'cause I am right so I gots to win
Smack-dab in the center, but no matter how many uneads there is
Hey yo necromancer, who you sendin' next?!
Yo little undeadies ain’t really puttin’ up much a fight.
All of em almost gone, with our super hits
I'm rollin’ down the mountain, yall’s about ta get lit
But I won't be the one that’s gone be dismembered
peeps please, if the only thing you foos did
Was came out to play, stay out my way, ya jabronis!

First I’m gonna rock, then I’m gonna roll
Ya bones gonna pop, and down yall gonna go!
Duke gon' give it to ya, he gon' give it to ya
Duke gon' give it to ya, he gon' give it to ya

First I’m gonna rock, then I’m gonna roll
Ya bones gonna pop, Down yall gonna go!
Duke gon' give it to ya, he gon' give it to ya
Duke gon' give it to ya, he gon' give it to ya”
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OOC:  So much going on.  Hopefully I get everything in order.  Big breath now...

-----> Dragon Fist

Without its head, the body of the mummified bull flails about in a mockery of a creatures death throes.  Before it can actually harm anything, or anyone, Dragon Fist is upon it.  The chi-formed sword becomes an arcing blur that sends chunks of undead bull to the ground.  The chunks no longer move.

-----> Daystar and Lifelight

The mummy that had decided to entertain Limelight, did not seem to appreciate the smiley face on her conjured shield.  It seemed to be more intent on trying to claw its way through it in order to get to Lifelight.  It clawed at the shield with some intensity, as if killing Lifelight was some divinely inspired life goal, but her shield appeared to be holding.

Daystar fended off the attacking undead through the judicious use of his crowbar.  The improvised weapon might not cut as cleanly as a chi-conjured or bright light sword, but it was just as effective.  Several swings later and there were shattered mummy bits at his feet.

Wilkes returned to grab another civilian.  "You guys have done this sort of thing before?" she said, seeming to be impressed with the pairs team work.

-----> Seraph, Duke Absalom and Maverick

Seraphs beams of golden light circled the room like a weedwacker.  Mummies, who did not seem to be intelligent enough to duck out of the way, were cut down.  The beam lanced through a few artifacts, display cases, and even a statue.

Duke ricocheted around the room like a pinball from hell.  Those mummies that Seraphs beams did not destroy, Dukes ball form shattered.  The mummies did not appear to be impressed by his singing.

Maverick, or Wraith, managed to deal with the mummies cats.  The smaller undead were more difficult for the others to hit but they did not escape his attention.

-----> Matt

The Museum administrator looks from Matt to the chaos around his museum and then back to Matt.  His eyes go wide, pleading.  "You...you can fix all of this?  You can restore the exhibit to its original condition?  That would be great.  Oh please do and we can..."  His expression becomes suspicious.  "Wait...are you...blackmailing me?"  The expression changes again, this time to one of dread.  "You are!  Why would a hero try to...You did all of this!  You animated the mummies in order to get money out of the museum!"

Slowly, the man backed away from Matt.

-----> Mittens

The guard remaining near Mittens, shrugs, looking unimpressed with the glowing sword thing that she had given him, and starts to walk into the exhibition hall.  He's probably going to help, but she doubts that he has anything more than a basic understanding of how to swing a sword.

The museum curator that was talking to Matt now seems to be in a new panic over something that Matt said.  It was clear from the mans body language that he now considered Matt to be some sort of new threat.  It was also clear that he did not hear what Mittens had said to him.

From her vantage point, it looked like the museum hallway was clearing up as the last of the fleeing patrons finally managed to get out through the front doors.  Those left were either injured in some manner, or, in the case of one individual, filming the whole thing on their smart phone.

"This is so going on my ViewTube channel."  The girl said with a grin as she panned the phone around the hallway.  She points the camera into the exhibition hall and grins as a beam of golden light tears through a statue dedicated to some Egyptian goddess.  "Cool.  Paras thrashing the museum."

-----> Everyone <-----

It took the assembled heroes only a few more minutes to clear out the exhibition hall of the undead.  The remains of mummified humans, cats, and a large bull were scattered about the hall.  The hall grew eerily quiet as the sound of battle ebbed, to be replaced by moans of injured and the sound of glass falling from display cases.

Sirens can be heard getting louder, announcing that soon Westons finest will be making their appearance.

  It says a lot about Matt's own life, and this guy's mindset, where the priorities of horror were.  "I mean, I COULD demand five dollars for my services, but I've already been fixing the physical exhibits for free while you are busy ranting."

  Matt has no physical need to sigh (and we still have no idea how he verbalizes), but he still does so as bisected artifacts pause mid dramatic separation, and he hammers CTRL+Z on property damage just in time for the wannabe clickbait maker (Far more effective than ruining their phone).

  "However, the trying task of doing your job and making sure this won't happen again, means I'll throw in the mummies as a bonus.  I'm not the one you need to convince to let you stay in charge of this place... Though I am morbidly curious how complaining to your boss He only fixed MOST of the exhibit destroyed under my watch! For Freeeeeeee! That sick monster! would turn out."

  Maybe it was mean to do a perfect imitation of his whining voice for that last bit?... Nah.  Repairing everything but mummies fast enough for Duke of all people to need a double take smothers that bit of bad manners guilt.

  Speaking of Mummies, the ones Matt had casually impaled through the head are deposited in a neat row for the sake of the poor clean up staff.
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Dragon Fist listened briefly, now hearing the sirens.

He took a look at the assembled heroes. It was good to be part of a team....even if it was a random gathering, they seemed to have worked well together, dispensing with the mummies. But he could not help but wonder what....or whom....could have been behind such a stunt. Plus, he wasn't on the best of terms with the police.

"If anything else comes up, you can contact me through anyone at the Dragon and Tiger dojo. They'll get the message to me. For now, I have to go.."
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-----> Seraph

Mits grins at Serena and gives a thumbs-up.  "Oooh!  A flavor that was mint to be!  You got it, buddie!"  Mummy slice!  She'll save the rest of the terrible puns she's thinking up for later.

-----> Maverick

Mits' eyes go wide at the sound of that voice.  "Woah.  Amazing voice you got there, Wraith!  Thanks for pitching in!"  Stab!

-----> Duke

Mits stops the movie style orchestral music when Duke starts singing and bobs her head to the music.  "Speedster AND a bard?  Didn't know!  Awesome!"  She has her boombox play the requested karaoke.  Zwoosh!

-----> ViewTube Girl

Mits smiles and waves to the girl's camera.  "Hi Mom!  Hi Dad!  Hey there, brave young videographer.  Might wunna get a selfie shot to prove to your friends it really was you who took that video."  Mummy-slicing pirouette!

-----> Matt / Daystar

Mits laughs from the mimicry!  "Facepalm!  I'm convinced this guy's just bonkers and not worthy of a reply at this point.  Thanks so much for fixing things!  You're the best!

"Consider me at your disposal for the follow-up investigating, Daystar!"

-----> Eerie Silence

With all the action over, Miss Adventure's boombox vanishes and thus the music stops playing.

-----> Dragon Fist

Mits has nooo idea what it's like to be in trouble with authorities.  She neever broke any alien laws while bouncing around in space.  Honest.  >.>  <.<  So she totally does not recognize Dragon Fist's eagerness to avoid the police.  "Sorry you won't be sticking around for milkshakes, but thanks a million for being so awesome, Dragon Fist!  Will do.  And the offer is reciprocal.  If you find yourself in need of a portal to get somewhere fast, call my hotline!  The A.I. prioritizes heroes and will patch you through to me in a jiff!  Big fan, by the way.  Social calls also welcome!"

A hand appears near Dragon Fist that offers him a custom calling card with Mits' hotline number on it along with various other contact info such as social media pages.  All the other heroes present would have been offered one just like it by now.  Just Mits isn't aware that Wraith already has one, so another is offered to him.

-----> The Police

Mits lightbulbs and realizes the police haven't yet been informed that the danger is passed and that the injured are being tended to, so she opens a tiny window to the police station's ceiling to search for someone who won't freak out that she's being all helpful and stuff.  Like a certain cheap suit guy whom we won't name would.  If she finds such an officer, she'll inform them that the danger is passed and ask that it please be passed along since she doesn't have permission to use the police radio frequency to make the announcement.  It's nerve-wracking enough as it is to wonder if innocent bystanders are dying while you're tearing through the streets to get to the museum without also wondering how in the world you're going to deal with mummies running around.  Cops don't need that.
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-----> Matt

For a moment, it looked like the museum administrator had no idea what Matt was talking about.  Once he saw the pile of reassembled mummies, his eyes lit up and he ran to them.  If it were possible to hug the desiccated remains, Matt was pretty sure that this guy would have done so, were it not for the fact that the man realized that the mummies were priceless and getting finger prints, or tears of joy, on them would be very bad.

"They're intact."  The man said in wonder.  The cloud of despair that he'd been hovering over the man began to dissipate.  "Thank god, they're intact.  We're...we're going to have to be very careful putting them back into their displays but..."  he wheeled around to face Matt. "Thank you.  Oh man, thank you so much."

-----> Everyone

The police started filing into the museum, weapons drawn and moving in tactical formation.  "Alright, nobody move!" the lead officer shouted, indicating the assembled heroes.  Keeping her eyes on the group, she motioned for the rest of the officers to fan out throughout the hallway.  "Someone want to tell me what's going on here?" she asked the group.

OOC:
Dragon Fist can be gone by this point, or hiding in the rafters, your choice.

The dead decided to not stay dead. The mummies animated and began attacking people. We responded and reminded them that they were dead." Seraph told the police that were questioning them.

Lifelight answered Wilkes, "I have healed people before." indicating that may be the only similarity this situation has to her past experiences.

When the police storm in, Lifelight's eyes lighten up and she gets a small smile on her face. She then waves. "Hi."

Serena gives a brief description of the undead scenario. Lifelight adds, "I healed some of the victims."

Wraith would have bowed to Dragon Fist and simply said "Understood." before Dragon Fist left.

Upon seeing the police, Wraith holds up his hands and says, "I'm with them." he points around at the other heroes.

"Thanks.." Dragon Fist replied, accepting the offered calling card from Mittens. Unsure if his most recent crusade had drawn the police's ire, he decided to not test the theory, just in case they wanted to at least take him for questioning, and made a winged exit from the museum.

Inside, he had a feeling that this was only the beginning.

>>>>>>>>>>To The Dragon And The Tiger>>>>>>>>>>>>

  Matt can understand Dragon Fist's reluctance to stick around.  Thus far the police of the city have never cared even if Matt walks by them on the street, but the same could have been said of the civilian populace until tonight.

  He shrugs at the now thankful overworked staff member "That's me. The only para who cleans up after himself and others."  Though he's sure more would if they came with super NOT breaking things powers. Something something destruction is easier than creation cliche.  "Now remember, do your job in making sure this won't happen again, if you want the mummies fixed along with the rest.  Any damages remaining otherwise was quite literally, 'like that before I here'"... Okay, so Matt also used his PHENOMENAL UNEXPLAINED POWER to give the restrooms a proper cleaning.

  Matt's least humanoid trait has since retracted out of sight for the moment, but these days he misses it being out and about more than most would miss having thumbs.  "What the Angel said.  Attacking the living is a bigger concern than questionable mortal status."

OOC: I'll take 'Dumb things you have specified in your gamer life' for $500.  "Excuse me. I said several times I'd be fixing everything EXCEPT the mummies"
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Seraph decided to pull a Mittens and looked at the gathering of police, paras, and people and said, completely deadpan, “The mummies wanted their mommies.”

----->  Lifelight and Daystar

As body armored police officers began to move through the museum, the security guard Wilkes came up to both Lifelight and Daystar.  "Hey...uhm...thanks again for saving me."  she said a little awkwardly.  It was hard to believe that she was almost killed by mummies.  When does that ever happen outside of the movies.  "Can I buy you both like a coffee or something?  Or is that not done?  I'm kinda new to this whole being saved by paras thing."

-----> Matt

The museum administrator looked up from his examination of the mummies towards Matt.  "prevent it from happening again?  I don't even know how this happened in the first place."

-----> Mittens

The two guards that Mittens had armed with her glowing swords came back to her.

"This blade is soo cool." the guard named Amir gushed.  "Can I keep it?  It'll look great in my collection alongside my Glamdring and Excalibur.  Does it have a name?"

The other guard, Denvers, shook his head as his eyes rolled up to the ceiling.  "You are such a nerd, Amir.  Here's your sword back lady."  He held out the sword to Mittens.  "Still would have preferred a gun, maybe a really big gun, but whatever."

-----> Everyone

The lead officer listened to everyones explanations and slowly holstered her weapon.  "Mummies.  Riiiiiight." The officer, whose badge had the name Wilkes on it, said slowly, as if wondering if the assembled paras were trying to prank her.  They seemed to have the right attitude to do something like that.  "Well, I guess that makes things simple.  Reanimated mummies would technically fall under the purview of the Special Cases Unit.  Okay, so I'm going to need you all to stick around for a few minutes so that we can get your official statements and then you're all free to leave.  It's not as if I could stop you paras anyways....now if you'll excuse me, I need to coordinate with the paramedics and that mob outside."

She looks over at Wraith.  "You can put your hands down.  Thanks for that though.  Nice to see someone has some respect for the police in this town."

The officer turned to leave while another pair of similarly dressed police come towards the group to take their statements.

  An actual good question from the administrator, they learn fast. "Yeah, but you can grant official access to research materials like that other guy was asking.  Just sit back, and tell the press and shareholders you are a 'valuable contributing to the investigation'. I've found it amazing how far being unobtrusive can take you."

  He thumbs towards all the repaired stuff "After all, you 'convinced the paras involved' to already save the museum untold finances in repairs." Wow, you can practically feel the airquotes there.

  Oh right, cops. Yet another underpaid job today. "The cops have never shot at me in all my years openly showing my face on the streets, and I would love to keep that streak running officer." Pay no attention to the fact some of those years were in space.
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After a few minutes passed of the cops present trying to contain the scene and control the nervous crowd, the survivors of the attack visibly calmed in an instant, shortly after a short haired blonde woman in a pant-suit flanked by two men walked into the museum. One man was tall and well built, with brown hair and blue eyes dressed in a grey suit. The other was a lean african american man with a bald head and perfectly groomed goatee in a dark blue suit.

The woman talked quietly for a moment with the lead officer before turning to the heroes. "Hello, I'm Captain Hanson with the Weston SCU. These are Detectives Mackiewicz and Charlton. We'll be taking over the investigation from here.." The woman would also be known instantly to anyone who hadn't been living under a rock, or another dimension, as Lady Psyche who joined the Legacy after the defeat of Brain and loss of Enigma. She worked with the team until they disbanded.

"I'm going to need you to give your statements to Detective Charlton, then you will be free to go, and thank you for your assistance.." She turned to the large man. "Big Mac, your with me. Let's take a look around the crime scene while we wait for CSI."

OOC: You don't need to write out your statement (unless you want to) you can just say you gave your statement and mention if you specifically left anything out. Then move on to wherever your characters would go after giving the undead a good thrashing.
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As the silence settles in, he is still moving.  While he does not have super speed, his mind was trained and conditioned to work rather quickly in these situations.  Even while he was helping to guard Lifelight, he was taking in the area.

Slipping a hand into an inside pocket of his Bomber Jacket, he first removes a cloth and quickly sets to cleaning any finger prints he likely left on the wrench and crowbar.  The rope is easy enough to clean off as he only touched two points while working to wrap it around his shoulder.  Cleaned he sets the two objects down, replacing the cloth.  Drawing his cellphone, he clicks and shifts it so it would not be identified as such before taking it out from the inner jacket pocket.  Palming the small device he begins scanning the room and the mummified bodies as well as taking extra care to get a good scan of the statue of the Egyptian Goddess.  This only has a portion of his attention.  Most of it given to tending to the injured and helping to set up a Triage situation before EMT's arrive.  He gets through about half the room before the police show up and when they do he stops moving, holding his hands up as well to show he's not a threat though he remains quiet.  Continuing as best as he can to scan the room from the vantage point.

Once the police lower their weapons he lowers his arms and goes back to helping clear the injured and investigating the room.  When Captain Hanson arrives he stops his movements and waits patiently for Detective Charlton to get to him.  All the while he looks to the others, impressed that Wraith decided to stay.  He didn't judge Dragon Fist for leaving, though he wonders silently as to those reasons.


He is stoic but not dismissive when Wilkes speaks.


"We help people, it is what we do."


Inwardly he does grin about the emotion and upbeat attitude that Mittens constantly puts out, as does most of the rest of this crew.  Milkshakes however would have to wait, there was a lot of information to look over and if possible more to collect.

When Detective Charlton finally gets to him.

"You can call me Daystar.  I have it on good authority that Necromantic magic was used to reanimate these mummies.  I will not presume to tell you your business, but if you need some help, I have some thoughts for you as well as your CSI team.  At least points to narrow it down to where to start looking.  I am new in town but activity like this is nothing new to me."


There was already a checklist being better situated in his mind from the first information given to him about the style of magic used.  Watching the mummies and how they reacted, how durable they were, he was already building up information and lines of investigation that would need to be taken to fill any of the suspicions he had.  As well as starting to name or at least propose and build the psychological profiles for a few potential suspects.

-----> Police

"Nuts," Mits says with a sigh when the police enter with weapons drawn, "Was trying to get word to you guys that the threat's been handled.  For the record, I was the one to call this in."

She "raises her hands in surrender."  Technically true because the mannequin arms that have replaced her real arms belong to her, so they're "her hands."  Meanwhile her actual biological hands are busy making milkshakes in her secret lair.  Nice to have a huge freezer with all kinds of flavors, toppings, and a shake making machine within arm's reach.  Never ceases to impress children the world over that Miss Adventure has their favorite flavor handy at a moment's notice.

-----> Seraph

Serena's jokes make Miss Adventure double over laughing.  Especially silly looking because her fake arms remain suspended midair.  "Nice one, Seraph!

And here's your mint chocolate chip shake.  Home-made!"

A green milkshake appears within Serena's reach.

-----> Antoinette & Maverick

The voices of these two give Mittens so much joy!  Lifelight with her adorable soothing soft girlishness and Wraith with his superhero ghost sounding awesomeness!  She could do an entire skit on just that premise alone.

"If you'd like a home-make milkshake, just call out the flavor you like!"

-----> Guards

Mits smiles to the guards and takes the swords back, stowing them in her secret lair.  "Glad to be of help.  I hope you understand I gotta keep my arsenal intact.  Please accept these replicas with my compliments."

Amir gets a 3D printed model of the sword along with a strip of paper with a URL to a cloud share site with the corresponding .STL file.  Denvers gets a 3D print of a Scutum-Centaurus Alliance grenade launcher along with it's corresponding link.

-----> Matt

Mits grins at Matt and his favorite flavor milkshake appears for him. "You know I'd clean up after myself if it were practical to do so, but you're just so much better at it than me.  And all those other amazing things you do so well.  Like selectively letting me have my fun with the dramatic space samurai laser sword ballet mummy slashing while simultaneously making scenery and bystanders tougher than ancient horrors and falling heavy objects."

Ah all those years in space with Matt.  So much fun!



-----> Cpt. Katy Hanson

"OHMYGOSH!  The Lady Psyche!  Such a fan!  I'm studying hard to some day be half as awesome as you!  Helpful that I have a high-tech ProGo video of the entire event from when I showed up?  I record everything, including temperature, barometric pressure, personal vitals, internal dialogue, the works."

Mits fails at stopping a laugh when Lady Psyche gives orders to the big guy.  "Big Mac?  You realize that I must ask.  I can haz cheezburger?"

And this is probably why Miss Adventure will never be half as awesome as Lady Psyche.

-----> Daystar

A heart-shaped red balloon appears over Mittens' head when Daystar answers Wilkes.  "Love it when heroes say heroic stuff like that!"

She checks off something on a checklist.

Duke gave his statement to the police. Initially when they arrived with their guns drawn, he put his hands up, letting them know he wasn’t a threat. He wondered how long it would take them to take his soldier in armor like appearance and feel at ease. Then again, he was just just a merc for hire. It was only a matter of time before the big fish in this pond recognized his skills in covert ops and give him a bigger calling.

 In the back of his mind, the thought of some necromancer disrespecting the graves of his ancestors bothered him. Yet he let his anger and frustration out on the undead but hoped that one day he’d be instrumental in bringing the one responsible for this act of disrespect to justice. Mittens talking about milkshakes perked his interests. It was enough to break him from his slightly disturbed state.

“you have a cookies and cream flavor?” he asked her.
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"Oh! Milkshake! Thank you, Mittens." The fiery angel said as she plucked her shake out of the air and began to drink, making for a most unusual sight as the fierce form of the Angel of Justice and Heaven's Scourge stood there drinking a shake as she gave a statement to the police.

When Mittens' comment about homemade milkshakes, Lifelight softly says, "Chocolate, please." with a small smile.

Lifelight then notices Mittens keeling over armless, leaving her arms in the air, and hurries over to her to use healing energies on Mittens, but instead sees some swirly dimensional things where Mitts arms should be.

Seeing this is just Mittens' portal tricks, the suits finally register in Lifelight's mind and she turns to face them. "Hi."

When Serena is questioned, Lifelight walks over to be at Serena's side to sip shakes with her friend. Between sips, Lifelight says, "I have a gift for you.", and immediately goes back to sipping.

Lifelight proves to be forward, honest, and open. However, she also gives short answers a lot like "yes" or "no" with no followup unless asked. Lifelight was here for the exhibit and just wanted to learn some history while wandering around a museum, but that never happened because the attack happened instead.

Wraith answers Mittens' milkshake offer with "Strawberry, please."

To the detectives, Wraith is patient and forthcoming. But like any hero with a secret identity, Wraith is protective of his costume and of what he was up to before the incident. But outside of that, he is more than happy to share that he was skulking around when he saw the panic and immediately made his way to an alternate entrance. He also gladly tells precisely which mummies he sliced up and shows the weapons he used to do so.

Whenever he gets the strawberry milkshake, he says, "Thank you, honorable Mittens. I shall cherish this beverage later. When I'm alone."
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"For me?" Seraph asks, somewhat surprised though happy to see Antoinette who has helped her more than she can know with Maggie already. The young woman really was a lovely person and good friend to her for having known her only a few days.

Mits of course provides the flavors requested.  "You're welcome!"

She's sure to get a shot of super cute (and awesome looking) Seraph noms milkshake with super cute Lifelight.  Not that her alien tech ProGo isn't still running, just that the act of taking a picture is her way of saying, "You look marvelous!"  Mits blushes and smiles at being called "honorable Mittens" by the guy with the epic superhero ghost voice and giggles from his "cherish this beverage" way of talking.

To the police, Miss Adventure's super duper excited to be as cooperative as possible, providing instant holographic replay of what she describes along with extensive internal dialogue.

"...Not that I was really thinking terribly hard on the topic and was very much running on instinct because of all the excitement going on, but my brain was all..."

A brain shaped puppet appears on her hand and narrates, "There's no way that's the real Dragon fist right here before my eyes.  I mean... what are the chances of running into someone so famous and awesome?!  The wings look pretty close, but the costume doesn't match what I remember seeing on TV.  Clearly this is a fan of Dragon Fist who admires him, given the emblem."

Mits then continues, "But then he one-shots the bull mummy with his signature ki-fist and my brain was all..."

"'No way!  I recognize that move!  It is the real Dragon Fist!  Just sporting a different look!  Sure hope he doesn't take offense to Daystar taking charge earlier.  But if he knew what I know about Daystar, I'm sure he'd be all...'"

An action figure of Dragon Fist appears in her other hand and karate-chops as it speaks in a Mittensy imitation of Dragon Fist's voice, "Boldness is a good attribute in a hero.  We're all on the same team of justice, so every member's contribution is important regardless of their role."

"Still I can't help but worry that he mighta been off-put at my not giving him more respect than I did..."

On and on she rambles about how awesome everyone was.
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  Boilerplate statements are given, and he expects the local authorities to have been a lot faster on the uptake about 'Property damage doesn't happen with him' to not need to play coy with that much anyways.  Particularly after nearly shouting about it to museum staff.

  Matt's preferred shake flavor is boring vanilla, so he feels less guilty about throwing away food he can't eat when Mittens isn't looking when she forgets that detail.

  Speaking of, he comments to Mittens "You should be used to the brooding sorts by now.  Though not like I'm much better than you in that regard." Given the degree of hero worship, he expects he will probably be tagging along with the catgirl further unless something comes up.

-->Daystar
The blonde woman listens to Daystar as she surveys the scene from where she stands. "Looks like it, been a while since we've had any magic type disturbances around here. Not since Gargoyle* left at least". She turns from the scene to look Daystar up and down. "So what are you supposed to be? The new Hunter?" She asked with a curious look on her face. Kevin would know from his research that Hunter was the closest thing this world had to his mentor, and that this woman had fought alongside him, so the comparison was probably inevitable.


--> Mittens

Lady Psyche smiled as Mittens began her fangirl gushing. "Hi. Always nice to meet a fan, but I have work to do, so please wait for any autographs or questions not pertaining to the crime scene till we're done, kay?"

The big man shrugged. "My names Mackiewicz, and I'm big, it's a pretty obvious nickname."

--> Statements

The smaller detective talked to each hero one by one, taking notes on a small pad, and asking questions where necessary. After all the interviews were done he handed each hero a card and tell them they were free to leave, or as long as they could adhere to crime scene protocol they could discuss any particular insights from special powers or training they may get from the scene.

Detective Charlton watches Mittens' hologram with interest. "Yeah Dragon Fist takes off before we show up a lot lately. Captain thinks she's avoiding her specifically. And yeah it's a different costume, he's...changed since the Legacy broke up. Since Mirage died really, the team still being around just kept him from going too far off the deep end, but now...." The detective shrugs. "Needless to say, he's just not in a good place."

* Gargoyle was a half-demon who sided with humans against his kind and other malevolent mystical beings. Also a founding member of the New Age Defenders.
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  Megaira smiled at Mitts, and said "Generally I don't tell folks what I do medically, but I can do some investigating that you guys may not be able to do.  Remember, heightened senses."  She had never made a huge fuss about that, but she had mentioned those once or twice.  She began with a scan, half closing her eyes (as they flared a brilliant emerald green while she scanned) to get a full gravito-electromagnetic scan of the whole museum, reading everything within the designated area, then moving to address injuries that hadn't already been handled by either Lifelight or Matt.

His voice remains steady and calm, simply stating a fact.  There is no indication if what he says is from amusement or annoyance.

"I would not say I 'took charge', Miss Adventure.  I am merely the one who spoke up.  Being in charge would imply trust I have not earned or experience I have not proven to have."

There was almost the slightest flinch at the side of his lip that would hint at a smile beginning to form before it fades from pre-existence.

Turning to Captain Hanson he inclines his head briefly, showing respect.

"A decent comparison, but I am my own person.  I kept my city safe for four years before I came here.  I was training to protect people for most of my life, though with focus for the last eight years.  For a while I was split between EMT or CSI as a field of study.  I had a working relationship with the local Police, something I hope to be able to continue here.  Unfortunately due to my situation, I can not put you in touch with the Commissioner that could vouch for my claims, or the man who trained me.

I only have theories for now.  This could have been a feint to gauge who would respond to an attack.  The statue of the goddess could have energy associated with it and if someone read an inscription from it, could have released that energy.  Worship and ceremony can build up energy that remains for centuries.  If it was recently added, the energy could have simply finally seeped into the corpses to reanimate them.  By the same token, someone in the library could have been reading an old scroll or tome.

The mummies did not seem, intilligent or controlled by someone else.  They were simply striking out at warm bodies with a singular focus.  Only changing their focus with substantial force being applied.  Those are of course not the only options, just three theories I can think of off the top of my head.  There may be totems in the area as well, hidden away and dropped as a timer or they could be in the mummies themselves, though that seems unlikely due to their numbers."

He keeps an eye on the other goings on, watching as Meg steps through the portal and starts helping.  He doesn't write off the Curator as a potential suspect just yet, though he doesn't voice that opinion, especially in his proximity.
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Lifelight says, "Yes." to Seraph and leans shoulders with her. "So you can keep better track of Maggie or me."

She offers a watch to Seraph. Simple watch with a video face. "The Maggie button will bring up Maggie."

She presses the Maggie button and the room Maggie was last in is seen as though through Maggie's eyes. "If you press it again, it will show you her GPS location."

Lifelight presses the button again to show Maggie's GPS location. Then says, "The Lifelight button will bring up Lifelight." she presses the button and Seraph can see herself through Lifelight's eyes. "If you press it again, it will show you her GPS location." and presses the button again, showing their location.

Lifelight can be methodical. She sips her shake.

Seraph wasn't sure what to say in response to the gift. The young woman was so very kind to Serena that it almost brought tears to her eyes. "Thank you. You're very kind once again. I feel inadequate in the face of such kindness."

She put the watch on and wrapped an arm around Lifelight in gratitude.

It's so hard to associate the word "can't" with Matt in Mittens' mind.  But yeah, "can't" eat vs. "doesn't need to" eat is something that could slip her mind in all this excitement.  Or perhaps the gifted vanilla shake was intended for Matt to use as ammo for breaking the ice should anyone be disturbed by the Monstrosity-With-A-Side-Of-Slide-Whistle again.  The world may never know.

Mits blushes from the diplomatic response from Lady Psyche and she does her best to salute in a dignified manner in response.  "Yes mam!"

To Big Mac she nod and smiles slyly.  "Mittens wouldn't know anything about obvious nicknames."

Carry a light-hearted nickname and the badguys tend to underestimate you.  Never fails.  Until you do gritty for so long even something as silly as "The Bat-Man" is taken seriously.  (( https://screenrant.com/wp-cont...-art-by-Bob-Kane.jpg "Haha what a silly name!  Wait... is he swinging using a garrote?!" ))  And practically worshiped by an aspiring heroine who gave herself an animal-themed name as well.

Mits nods to Detective Charlton.  "Dealing with loss is rough even without the weight of a renowned crime-fighter on your shoulders.  If I bump into him, I'll do my best to at least not make things worse."

No matter how many times Miss Adventure successfully navigates the turbulent waters of a grieving hero's broken heart, the most credit she ever gives herself is, 'Well at least I managed to not make it worse.'  Messed up too many times as a kid to accept she's not an emotional bull in a china shop as an adult.

"And as you can see, Daystar is amazing in many verifiable ways!  His theories are smarter than most folks' carefully calculated conclusions.  As for credentials, I myself can vouch for personally perceiving plenty of particulars that speak for themselves.  Heroically helping to save the day just now, for example.  And then there's the modesty.  Your actions have more than earned my trust and respect, Daystar."

Mits watches the heart-meltingly warm exchange between Lifelight and Serena with an endearing smile.  And takes mental note that she has some ammo to defend speaking in third person.  There's nothing at all wrong with it if even a cute-face like Lifelight refers to herself in the third person.  Funny the kinds of nitpicks people nitpick heroes over.  Much as she wants to answer the "inadequate" bit, it'll probably be more meaningful coming from Lifelight.  Still...  Mits has an angelic hand puppet for just such an occasion.
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---Daystar--

The Police Captain nodded. "Solid theories, could be any one of those, we'll see how the evidence pans out" She handed him a card with her name, rank, and phone number. "If you think of any-"

"Hey cap! You might wanna take a look at this." The big detective called from across the room, standing in front of one of the exhibition cases. Thanks to Matt the broken glass of all the exhibits had returned to its original shape, but the one "Big Mack" stood in front of was different than the others in that it was empty. "Looks like whomever started this grabbed a party favor too.


--Mittens--

Detective Charlton gives Mittens an appreciative look. "Thanks for that, but he's been like that a few years now. Doesn't really work with us like he used to, and he's a bit more...severe, in his dealing with criminals now." He nodded at her remarks about Daystar. "It'll be nice to have a detective type in Weston again, though Hunter was less a detective and more...well, a hunter."
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Upon seeing what Big Mac just pointed out, Wraith motions over to the museum manager that was freaking out about the destruction of the museum properties and says, "And this man over here will be useful since he should know exactly what it is that went missing."

The guy sounded a bit obsessed with the property, so clearly he is the guy to talk to about it. Right?

The museum administrator was trying to do two things at once; answering police questions and yelling at people to be careful around the artifacts.  He perked right up at hearing that something was missing, almost as if he had some preternatural ability.

"What?  What do you mean missing?" he said, quickly moving over to empty display case.  "No...no...no...no...this necklace was from the tomb of the Pharoah Anukhamen...but..."  The man scratched his head as he looked around the displays.  "It was valuable sure, but not as valuable as the jewellery in that case or that one."

Lifelight smiles from the arm-around and leans on Serena. She speaks in her usual soft tone. "You're welcome. I'm glad you like the gift."

She never did object to Mittens' talking in third-person. And probably never will. Her reason for talking in third person may be entirely different, but Lifelight is weird in her own way and probably wouldn't call anyone weird.

No matter how far you go from home, some things never change.  He almost allows himself a quiet sigh as he listens to the explanation as to the item that was stolen.

"Value is a relative term that is usually expressed in currency.  It is extremely likely that the item's value is personal in a best case situation.  Power in worst case."


A glance is given between the museum administrator and Lady Psyche.


"If I may have a picture of the object, I have a few avenues I can take to find information for the WCPD."

  "If you think it won't give the staff another near heart attack, I can make the phrase 'It was like that when I got here' true for as much as your forensics teams need."

  The line between 'salvaging a situation' and 'disturbing the crime scene' has always been an interesting problem.  Though he's sure if anyone ever finds his talents an issue to doing their job, they would say it to his face.

  Still, best to at least make the minimum effort for being polite about the subject.  He'll need the practice for the eventuality of whoever draws the short straw on having to someday ask Matt something like 'could you please put the victim's arm back on the floor where you found it?'.

The curator dashes off to his office to fetch a picture of the artifact.

Psyche gives Matt a nod. "That'd be helpful, thank you."

  Well, at least the Curator won't have to watch as his stuff gets resmashed in the name of forensics.  It bothers his sensibilities, but in a very boring personal preference way.  Rather than his hypocritical instincts to 'put up with' others playing with reality in even the most benign of ways.

  "It's always nice to have someone who already knows what to look for in these matters" He comments, as he remakes a mess of things.

  You've heard those lazy speeches about 'your mind filters out the strange and horrible to protect you'? For Matt it's more like how you are always seeing the nose in front of your face, but your instincts consider it a waste of time to process that even as you take action using that information.

  Little wonder Matt still values those reliant on sensory organs or a few extra categories to work with beyond simple humility. They will find Waldo while you are finding his lost luggage, his dog, and-Hey this museum carpet was made in 1975.
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Capt. Hanson gives Matt an appreciative nod as things return to normal. She hands out a card to each of the heroes present. "If anyone has anymore information."

The Curator rteurns stopping to look at the state of the museum with a forlorn look. After a moment he hands a copy of the photo to both Daystar and Lady Psyche before turning and slowly walking back to his office with his head hung.

After taking the photo the superhero turned police captain returns her focus to the crime scene giving the gathered Paras a dismissive wave letting them now they were free to go.