(GOODWILL OR COSMIC GIRL, talk about how you approach the trainyard.

You two can be together already, or not.

As previously discussed, I will be playing not only Jules, but also Scraps.

...So keep in mind, Goodwill, that you will have Jules with you.

And you have all decided, beforehand, that White Lynx needs more rest, so you're gonna go without her this time while the iron is hot.

(Kid Dynamix, White)-Lynx's Player, stand by...)

It was not a lie to say that Cosmic Girl was not known for her subtlety. Her powers tended towards the ostentatious, loud, and highly destructive. But that did not mean she was totally incapable of stealth when the situation required it. She was very capable of suppressing her cosmic energy field, and for this job, it was going to be essential. Norwood had to know they were coming. He would be expecting them. And he knew she favoured streaming out of the heavens in a swirling glow of cosmic fire, raining destruction down upon everyone - and everything - in her way.

So she shut down her aura, and flew as silent as a glider over the tops of the buildings, coming to rest on top of one of the large engine sheds, getting a good view of a large part of the yard from on high. She landed without so much as a vwwwoorrrppp.

Cosmos took the radio off her belt, and spoke into it quietly. "In position. Nothing to report... yet. Over, and things."

It still felt very strange to be talking on a radio like that. Presumably she would get used to it in time.

Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the train yard, Goodwill was coming in on foot. If he flew, he glowed. That was inescapable. Heck — he glowed if he clenched his fists too hard or ran too fast. If there was a way to shut that down, he didn't know it. And so stealth required that he walk in, using no powers at all.

"In position," he said into his own radio after Cosmic Girl had reported in.

"Psssst," comes a pssssst from over to Goodwill's right. "Psssssssst."

He looks over there... it's Agent Delancey.

Goodwill bit back a greeting, and instead just approached the Agent's location.

"Goodwill, before you continue... there's a couple of people I'd like you to take with you..."

(Kid Dynamix, White-Lynx's Player's new temporary character, now's the time to introduce yourselves to Goodwill...)

There was a soft noise as a lanky figure shifted, sitting up from a lying posture on top of a boxcar next to the agent. Silhouetted against the night sky, he was wearing a loose-fitting outfit that - for those familiar with history - brought to mind a modified version of the golden age hero Dynamix.

This outfit had a definite Mod bend to it - slim, topped with a fine cotton anorak or parka, open in the middle to show off the bold print on his shirt mimicking the original Dynamix's patterns of bold lines.

Having been introduced, the kid - it was hard to tell his age under the half-mask, but the eyes suggested mid-to-late teens - slipped off the traincar to land noiselessly next to Goodwill and the Agent. "Kid Dynamix." Voice was young, too.

"Good to meet you," Goodwill said, sticking out a hand to shake. "I'm Goodwill."

No noise accompanied the third figure's arrival as a ghostly figure floated into view out from a train car near Agent Delancey. Without touching the ground, the revenant neared Goodwill before stopping in front of him, outstretching an arm gloved in grey. Nearly the rest of the man appeared to be grey as well, covered in an almost ghostly grey. But under the man's low hood was a pale, white mask where glowing green eyes shone through.

"Spectre. This job is for free." His voice was as smooth as gravel.

"That's... great?" Goodwill didn't know what this Spectre guy meant by free, but he suspected it didn't mean money. Still, he shook the outstretched hand. "I'm Goodwill. Thanks for coming."

It was good to know the boy knew the value of pro bono work. Still, Spectre had another matter to work through.

"Goodwill. How..." It was difficult to speak, but Spectre assumed his pause would be treated as little more than an intimidation tactic, so he didn't pressure himself to speak like he usually did. Waiting a moment for himself to be ready, he continued, "How is White Lynx? What put her in that state?"

He had gone to see her in the hospital, but her being a hero meant strict secrecy on the hospital's part. So he couldn't see his ward.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 19:19, Thu 07 Oct 2021.

"Solid," Kid Dynamix gave Goodwil a quick but complicated handshake. "Lay it on us, what's the sitch?"

"White Lynx was injured trying to apprehend Doctor Norwood," Goodwill replied. He hated to admit it, but he was a little light on the details. They had split up, and Goodwill was not with White Lynx when she was injured. Later, they didn't really get too heavily into the details because they were too busy dealing with clones... and Goodwill really felt like kicking himself for not asking what had happened. "I, uh... didn't see what happened.

"Norwood is endlessly dangerous," he added. "He even killed me, that one time."

Spectre's glowing eyes wordlessly scanned across Goodwill's before the figure nodded, a curt and precise motion. The boy seemed honest. Spectre had been hoping to hear anything more about what had happened to Diana, but if Goodwill wasn't there, he wasn't there. Not everyone could be everywhere at once like his ward. Until he got a chance to ask the other hero that had traveled with her, knowing the danger they were in and that White Lynx had survived would have to be enough.

"I heard of your funeral. It seems it is not yet your time to go." He'd meant it as a mild joke, but once the words were out, they sounded more like a threat to his ears. "What endless dangers could we see tonight?"

Cosmic Girl's voice crackled through Goodwill's radio. "I'm going to do an aerial sweep. It feels a bit too quiet. I can't help but feel there's a trap waiting for us, somewhere."

She rose from the top of the shed, and tried to look around the yard, but in this darkness, she was pretty useless unless she turned on her sparkly lights.



21:28, Today: Cosmic Girl rolled 4 using 2d6-1 with rolls of 4,1.  Insightful... not her strong suit... (Look before You Leap!).

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