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I'd love to play an idiot with no common sense who gets killed.
Sonja thought for a moment, while taking the time to adjust the bulletproof vest she wore beneath her silk blouse. At times like this she was happy for her slight figure, having more curves would make wearing armor a wee bit uncomfortable. "Give me a second, Ariadne. I don't want this to turn into a room-to-room fight, not with hostages. I can whip up a few teleportation tricks, no problem, to get those hostages out. Ideally we could get a few of them to step away for a moment, Sarin especially might be tempted to just leave the vault and lock the door behind her so they don't make a run for it. But how. . ." Sonja thought for a moment. "They demanded pizza, right? We bring those in, they might step away to eat. It might even get them all in one place, folks tend to cluster around a pizza. Hell, we might even take the chance of one of us posing as a deliveryman." Sonja turned towards Wenchang and Hi-Voltage. "How's your American accents, guys?"
She shrugged. "That's just one thought, though. Might be better than just up and storming the place, but it'd take more time to set up."
She shrugged. "That's just one thought, though. Might be better than just up and storming the place, but it'd take more time to set up."
"Alright, time to separate the men from the boys. Or women from the girls, whatever." Sonja reached casually into the hip pocket of her suit jacket, maybe three inches deep. From inside she drew an antique baseball bat. Thirty-four inches long, made in Louisville, Kentucky by master craftsmen out of a single maple log. But as always, the weapon didn't matter so much as who wielded it. This bat had been the personal possession of none other than Stan Musial, Baseball's Perfect Warrior, Stan the Man, one of St. Louis' greatest heroes. The most consistent hitter in the sport, his road average exactly matching his home average, a man whose skill was only matched by his humility and sportsmanship. An example, an icon, a beloved figure virtually unknown outside one Midwestern city.
And now it belonged to the Spirit of St. Louis.
She had been offered all sorts of weapons. Razor-sharp swords, cutting-edge assault rifles, even Chuck Berry's own revolver. But this had just seemed right for the embodiment of the town. It rested in a venerated place in her condo. It was imbued with everything that empowered her, hitting like an airstrike and never cracking the trademark. If a girl had to get physical, she could do worse.
Resting the bat over her shoulder, the woman strode towards Olympia, happily volunteering for action. "Ma'am, I'm honored to be working with you again," she said sincerely and respectfully to the Miami-based hero.
And now it belonged to the Spirit of St. Louis.
She had been offered all sorts of weapons. Razor-sharp swords, cutting-edge assault rifles, even Chuck Berry's own revolver. But this had just seemed right for the embodiment of the town. It rested in a venerated place in her condo. It was imbued with everything that empowered her, hitting like an airstrike and never cracking the trademark. If a girl had to get physical, she could do worse.
Resting the bat over her shoulder, the woman strode towards Olympia, happily volunteering for action. "Ma'am, I'm honored to be working with you again," she said sincerely and respectfully to the Miami-based hero.
Heh, his personality profile makes me think of Hank Hill. Staid stick-in-the-mud, sure, but definitely a guy you'd want to have living next door. I like it.
Or SSTL and Belladonna, if you like.
"Something like that," Sonja replied. She didn't want to be evasive, but she also didn't want to give away too much. Her name couldn't be helped- she had always been open about her true identity, and it was too late when she discovered that knowing a name gave another sorcerer power. Sonja had learned that the hard way, a dark night on the East Side dealing with the cultists who followed the Somnambulist. If nothing else, it made good sense to be vague about the source of her magical power. "Some places got a sort of good juju that can be tapped into. St. Louis is one." Sonja smiled. "I don't need to lecture you on ley lines and huacas, you know how it works."
She leaned back on the bench, scanning the crowd. "There's people here from all over! I even recognize a couple of them," she said excitedly. "There's Cherry Bomb, from Sacramento. The Rad Fiddler, from Atlanta. Vegas' Cardsharp. Pittsburgh sent Joe Magarac. One hell of a gathering. I fell honored just to be here. It's like sitting at the Round Table. Except some of these guys are douchebags. A lot of them, actually. But still." She shrugged. "What can you do?"
Sonja sighed, mentally checked herself. Her excitement was getting away from her, and she was talking the poor girl's ear off. "So, Bella, how about we walk around, see who we can meet? This could be a valuable chance to do some networking, if nothing else."
She leaned back on the bench, scanning the crowd. "There's people here from all over! I even recognize a couple of them," she said excitedly. "There's Cherry Bomb, from Sacramento. The Rad Fiddler, from Atlanta. Vegas' Cardsharp. Pittsburgh sent Joe Magarac. One hell of a gathering. I fell honored just to be here. It's like sitting at the Round Table. Except some of these guys are douchebags. A lot of them, actually. But still." She shrugged. "What can you do?"
Sonja sighed, mentally checked herself. Her excitement was getting away from her, and she was talking the poor girl's ear off. "So, Bella, how about we walk around, see who we can meet? This could be a valuable chance to do some networking, if nothing else."
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Sounds good. Don't think I'm trying to talk you out of your ideas or anything, it's just something I'm honestly curious about. I'll leave you be!
"Magic? No shit," Sonja said with a laugh, trying to put the young woman at ease. "What are the odds? I'm the magic type myself." Sonja pushed her Dior sunglasses up, cleared her throat, and pulled a bright blue Cupid's Dart from nowhere, generated out of thin air. A harmless trick, that required virtually no expenditure on her part. One of the first things she had found herself able to do, even before she had gathered as much faith as she had now. Sonja handed the flower to Belladonna, a friendly gesture.
"I'm from St. Louis," she said with a grin. "The Spirit of St. Louis. You can call me Still if you really want, but Sonja works just fine for me." She gave the girl a friendly pat on the shoulder, got up to grab herself a slice of the pizza Belladonna was enjoying, then rejoined her. "See, back home, pizza is always done real thin and crispy, and is cut into squares, not triangles. Quality over quantity, right?" Sonja took an experimental bite of the pizza, then made a face. "Chicago stuff doesn't really catch on in St. Louis. That's, like, a thing."
Sonja set down the plate, pushed it aside. "So you're a magic user! I gotta be honest with you, the last few ones I met were trying to kill me. I don't get to talk shop often. So what's your area of expertise? Elemental? Necromancy?" Sonja knew she was babbling, but her excitement at finding someone with whom she shared a little common ground was bubbling over. Even if the League chose not to take her on, might as well help one of the new kids start out.
"I'm from St. Louis," she said with a grin. "The Spirit of St. Louis. You can call me Still if you really want, but Sonja works just fine for me." She gave the girl a friendly pat on the shoulder, got up to grab herself a slice of the pizza Belladonna was enjoying, then rejoined her. "See, back home, pizza is always done real thin and crispy, and is cut into squares, not triangles. Quality over quantity, right?" Sonja took an experimental bite of the pizza, then made a face. "Chicago stuff doesn't really catch on in St. Louis. That's, like, a thing."
Sonja set down the plate, pushed it aside. "So you're a magic user! I gotta be honest with you, the last few ones I met were trying to kill me. I don't get to talk shop often. So what's your area of expertise? Elemental? Necromancy?" Sonja knew she was babbling, but her excitement at finding someone with whom she shared a little common ground was bubbling over. Even if the League chose not to take her on, might as well help one of the new kids start out.
Nate knew that Cara was serious. His mind raced to think of some compelling argument, some clever plan, anything useful. Instead, all he managed was to mumble, "Oh. Well, shit."
That probably wasn't going in any books of quotes.
That probably wasn't going in any books of quotes.
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MrDidact said
Your bio is looking good Heathen, you have to explain his relationship to a crime family though :P
If I might chime in as well, your average Mafia family isn't going to take kindly to a gay man in their ranks, they have a long history of homophobic violence. I'm just curious how you'll reconcile that.
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