For trials.

All around the courthouse are people standing with signs varying from "What a cop should be" to "Do what he did to them" Strike team alpha is standing at the edge of the court providing security. Any heroes who want to show up in costume are allowed to do so.

Jared stayed in strike team alphas transport hovering above city hall the thing looked like something out of star wars and he was keeping the team notified of what was going on as well as providing back up

A van pulled up and the crowd parted as Donald Derring makes his wauy up the steps followed by armed gaurds and a man in a millitary uniform whos right arm seems coverd in soem strange pink rock.

  Meg had shown up, dressed casually in dark jade green with soft gold accents, a form fitting catsuit of the green, and silkscreened electrical patterns on it.  She was watching the events with a seemingly serene expression.

Both Oswald the Elder and Ozzy the Younger were there, and both were dressed in their finest clothes. Mr. Gysbourne looked quite comfortable in his usual attire, and though Ozzy was rather handsome with his hair nice and neat and his dark green three piece suit, he gave off the impression as if he felt he'd been wrapped in that itchy pink insulation and forced to stand still. The only comforting thing were his glasses, which were re-fitted with lenses that didn't modify vision, only changed from clear to black when hit by UV radiation, just like his old ones.

In Ozzy's mind, his conversation with his grandfather while they'd been en route was still reverberating between his ears.

"Grandpa, why am I going again?"

"Because you know Mr. Derring, and are going to show your support."

"Uh-huh. And why am I wearing THIS?"

"I told you, it would look suspicious if you just stopped wearing glasses altogether. After all, that 'oh I lost them' cover story of yours was only going to hold so long at school."

"Grandpa, you know what I mean. The suit. Why in the world did you have to make me wear a f... flamin' suit?"

"Because, boy, you are the heir to the Gysbourne name. I'll not have you appearing at such a serious occasion while looking like you just shuffled in off the streets."


Ozzy sighed again, hoping some sort of trouble would call him away. He'd give ANYTHING to get out of here. Fortunately, Grandpa had let him keep his mp3 player on him, as well as the headphones, which luckily folded up and more or less fit in one of the coat's pockets. The only thing that he'd had to change was the location of the button, which was now hidden beneath his coat.
This message was last edited by the player at 23:55, Wed 05 May 2010.