Flicker you are in your secret ID finally getting a chance to talk to Professor Rodor.

. Sorry I've been so busy the last three days.  So how have you been.

""It's been whacky. Some cape tossed a flivver into my cave, and then they had brouhaha on the street. Flashy guy was calling for all the bad guys to go after the good guys, and offering bounties. Then I met this muffin. Cute as a bug's ear, but absolutely unlike any other dame on the planet, guaranteed. I may need you to watch me with this one, I could get dizzy quick. She's ginchy different, get's my blood up."
"She was helping me look for you. That McGavin guy's too busy givin' everyone the high hat to make anything run smooth. I met some new friends, and several act like the guy's already a villain. What was he like with you?"

In reply to Flicker (msg # 2):

(does he know youe other ID?)

Professor Rodor was involved in the 'incident' in Philadelphia. He knows what Wilton does on his spare time.

In reply to Flicker (msg # 4):

as you probably heard, i was sorta abducted.  they did tell me they were working on a super secret project to inhibit violent behavior.  now this was part of the formula i had my students also examine for extra credit.  But what they showed me was missing an element from he original formula to not only make them docile, but willing puppets for the lack of a better term.

"I was wondering about that. It was all just too, convenient. You remember, as well as I do, the lies spoken by evil as it rises. 'Christianity as the basis of our morality, and the family as the nucleus of our nation.'"
"How long did that moral basis last when he clawed his way to the top? Family. Your own sister was branded as if she was cattle, then forced to bear children with one of her oppressors because she was blonde with blue eyes. So much for family, bah."
Wilton takes a sip of coffee, and quietly continues, "I miss her, Emil^*. Sometimes I wish we had all stayed in Esslingen. I wouldn't have been the first student to pursue his mentor's sister. Maybe we could have persuaded her to escape with us."
Wilton sighs, "I can't carry any more. I'm wracked by dreams of Isolde, or Jenny and the boys. She's got Alzheimer's, now. I visited her a few days ago. We talked about the boys for hours, but it was all concerns and crises long gone. Hell, they were issues my boys have already dealt with for their own kids."
"It's eating me up, Emil. The only time I can get past it is when I'm wearing the suit, or being with Tarina. I don't know how you handle it. Men weren't made to live this long."

^*full name would be Emil Stefan Rodor

In reply to Flicker (msg # 6):

ooc:  does Rador age slowly too?

In reply to Professor Rodor (msg # 7):

In my head, Professor Rodor was the eldest of his family, born during the last years of the nineteenth century, and Wilton (and Isolde, the youngest of the Rodor's) were born during the first years of the twentieth century. Wilton was about thirty-five in 1943, while Professor Rodor was almost fifty. Neither has visibly aged since the experiment, but Wilton was right at 'ground zero' of their machine's malfunction and the professor was distanced from it. Which is why Wilton had to run through the burning building and save the professor.

In reply to Flicker (msg # 8):

. Living forever is the worst.  You are afraid to get close to anyone.  I've been trying to combine a formula that would allow a normal life span.  So far, no luck, I heard you met Sharpshooter.  If anyone else understands this, it would be him.  He's been fighting crime since the 1930s.  Maybe you could introduce us one day.
This message was last edited by the player at 21:46, Fri 04 Feb 2022.

"I'm not sure he's all to the mustard. The wisenheimer hands out this flumadiddle about Baron Teuton causing it attempting to fit him with a Chicago overcoat during some of the Baron's shecoonery. So, somehow the Baron aimed at the big sleep and made his target insomniac? The story parallels ours, in a sense."
"Not really seeing him, anyway. I think he's moving behind the scenes and making plans. Most of my spare time his been spent with Tarina. She's dimensionally shifted, apparently. I keep thinking I should set up some sensors and see if I can detect a difference. So far, she's like most girls. I'm, uh, not unhappy about that. It's a nice change. I haven't mentioned you, yet, but when I do, you should meet her. She's sort of busy with her aim at that McGavin guy."
"I think McGavin might be tied up in this, as a pawn. I can see the draw of unconventional medicine to someone who's condition is a life sentence. Did any of his actions suggest that?"

In reply to Flicker (msg # 10):

Tatiana sounds like a person I'd love to meet.  Aren't you afraid of out living her as well?  And I believe you are right.  McGavin sounds like a pawn.  I'd believe Baron Teuton was in charge before I'd believe McGavin was.  Amok and Photon have sudden powers.  Teutonic has been trying to unlock powers since WW1, I think. 

"Let's do it like we did when everyone was experimenting with cold fusion. As soon as there's any indication Sharpshooter is at a location, I'll zip to it and try to bump gums with the guy. I could check out a couple dozen sightings each day, we shouldn't have too much trouble catching up to him."

In reply to Flicker (msg # 12):

Before Fodor can reply you get a text.
OOC: With one hand on the cell phone in her pocket, she emergency texts Flicker and Sharpshooter '911' for help.

Flicker sees the text and notes the location, raises an eyebrow at the professor, says [Language unknown: "alei oveticcon"], and vanishes. Not knowing what situation she's in, he texts back "I'm coming" as he accelerates towards her location. Not wanting to arrive breathless, he keeps his velocity slightly below 150 mph.
This message was last edited by the player at 06:01, Thu 10 Feb 2022.

In reply to Flicker (msg # 14):

Ooc:  Nightshade is getting attacked.  ... You know... If you want to help her.

Flicker is rushing to get there, but his player doesn't see the thread.

In reply to Flicker (msg # 16):

I need to change that...