Ruby

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I'm generally my group's buzz kill as the non drinker, non smoker, 25 going on 50 guy lol

@Lord Wraith

Avoid all Kara's posts then. I don't want to offend your sensibilities. <3

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Oh @Ruby, I mentioned that Lex had a speech coming up about the election and stuff. Hope that isn't a problem.

@Vandy

I saw, read it. Kara and Lex don't get cuddly-close for a little while yet, so no problems here.

Thanks though!

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That's true. But then again, I'm on holiday, so I could just pull an all-nighter tonight. And the night after that. And the night after that. But that just wouldn't be healthy.

@GreenGrenade

Or offline Skype messages/PMs.

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Do you guys know why I hate time zones? When I'm awake, everyone's asleep, or in the process of going to sleep. But when I'm asleep, everyone has a PARTY. So, as GM, I'm going to have to tell you all to stop it. I don't like it.

@GreenGrenade

There's always weekends.

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Name: Kar'a of House El, daughter of Zor-El and Alza. Much of her given name does not translate into terran languages. On Sol-III, Kar'a has a few aliases, chief among them the US native Kara Connors.

Alias: When she dons the ceremonial vestments of House El Kara becomes Supergirl, guardian of Sol-III.

Origin:

Kar'a of House El was born to an esteemed line, but one long past it's golden hours. Where House El had once been noteworthy for it's Science and Administration Caste members, too many generations had past without anything of note from House El. Some said this was starting to change with brothers Jor-El and Zor-El; both were well known in their fields, though both struggled to overcome the dwindled fortunes of House El. Political connections had been lost to both brothers, making their climb to renewed respectability all the more impressive.

And ensured their story, and the story of every Kryptonian, would end in tragedy.

If House El had retained it's prominence, maybe Kryptonian decision makers would have listened to Jor-El. Had Zorel been convinced by his brother sooner of the coming end of times, something could have been. Something, anything. But nothing was done, for no one listened. When the universe gave signs of ruin no Kryptonian could dispute, it was already far too late. Krypton was in it's last twilight.

Many young Kryptonians refused to accept it. Surely their futures were not gone already. Something could be done, anything? Some tried. Ero of House Rol, the most renowned mind of the Science Caste, became convinced of a universal doorway that could be constructed, and used to at least get some young Kryptonians off the surface. Individual craft, he argued, would never get enough Kryptonians off the surface to make a difference. Most would likely die in the long, A.I. directed, trip to whatever destination while the Kryptonian lay dormant in stasis.

Where the renowned dismissed the idea, Jor-El and Zor-El became obsessed with it. All they needed, the brothers argued, was to get Kal and Kar'a off the planet. Kal was so young, and the trip so inherently dangerous, that Jor-El's wife nearly talked him out of sending the infant. But Kar'a promised she could look after him, and protect her infant cousin. The mission was finalized, construction and training for Kar'a began. It was then that Kar'a said saw many of her friends for the last time, saying farewells before retreating to Jor-El's secluded citadel.

Kar'a still keeps a picture sent to her by a group of her friends, all of them together for the final end, mere hours before the dying began.

The best laid plans...as predicted, something went wrong with the plan of House El. Kar'a craft went off course, slipping through an unrecorded wormhole. The A.I. of her craft, Sanctuary, corrected the course, but the damage was done. Going off course would cost Kar'a twenty seven years, unknown to a frozen in stasis Kar'a. She would spend an unknown amount of time at the bottom of one of Sol-III's oceans, until a figure with alabaster skin and starlight for eyes came to her in dreams, and gently pushed her back to realm of the conscious.

It was Kar'a first contact with any Terran, and the figure's protective nature, to say nothing of what he did for her, would do much to open Kara's mind and heart to Terrans. After awaking just in time to save Sanctuary from major damage, Kar'a would spend days repairing Sanctuary to full functionality and working order. Immediately after, Kar'a moved onto the second thing on her 'To Do' list: expose herself to the yellow sun. The resulting chaos in her physiology would result in Kar'a becoming quickly ill, but even quicker was she feeling better. Better than ever. And soon after that, better than she ever could have imagined.

Sanctuary set up a training regiment for Kar'a, and soon there were endless days of VR training in Sanctuary, and live training over the depths of the Atlantic. Soon Sanctuary would locate Kal, but twenty seven years was too long for Kar'a to retain any hope that Kal might know her, or be compelled to listen to her as another Kryptonian might. Sanctuary suggested Kar'a seek him out, but she would not: not until she knew more about him, until she knew he wasn't completely "humanized."

Instead, the plan became her own covert assimilation into the population of Sol-III. Months of training and research on Sol-III followed, all of it in the utter isolation of Sanctuary and the Atlantic ocean. Eventually a plain was laid; Kar'a would adopt the alias of Kara Connors, Sanctuary would break into human computer networks and establish the details of the identity. Since money was needed, Sanctuary took it from the computerized bank accounts of several human corporations that Kar'a had discovered during research to be more harmful to the planet and eco-systems of Sol-III than good.

The alias and funding in hand, Sanctuary edited the records of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in Boston to make Kara Connors a first year student; one face among so very many. The school's strong record in Science and Technology appealed to the Kryptonian Science Caster. The idea was to provide Kara with an introduction into not just Terran technology and science, but an introduction into the society and culture of 'hew-mans' as well. During her stay at MIT, the Astrology department reported several break-ins. Nothing was ever taken, but their instruments and computers were always left pointing to the same sector of deep space. Despite searching for curiosity's sake, the MIT astrologists could never find anything in the sector of space. Only debris and light from an explosion of incredible magnitude.

Once Kara Connors left MIT, the break-ins stopped. While her assimilation to Sol-III and it's customs weren't complete, she'd been given an opportunity to get closer to someone she had highlighted during her research: Lex Luthor. His Presidential campaign had come through Boston, and there Kara had dazzled a pollster working for the Luthor campaign with her ability to compute even complex statistics in her head. Moreover, Kara offered several algorithims for more efficient, improved, polling. Quickly, the pollster gained permission to hire Kara, and take her to Lex Luthor For America's national headquarters in Washington, D.C.

Though Sanctuary warns her about going too far with her "bizarre" fascination of Lex Luthor, even the A.I. can't deny the benefit in keeping an eye on the 'hew-man' that they've noticed Kal keeping an eye on. Luthor may be her only connection to Kal thus far, and so far she remains unwilling to let the connection go. Sanctuary suggests she is still trying to protect a grown, and largely "humanized" Kal. Kara dismisses it, attributing it to scientific-like curiosity, and little more.

During her stay in Boston, Kara remained an undercover student. For much of her stay in Washington D.C., the same has been true. At least, until three 'hew-mans' assaulted the Smithsonian with a suicide bomb, followed by gunmen. The bomb went off, right into Kara's chest, covered by the ceremonial vestments of House El, and the sheild of House El. One of the gunmen, in their broken English, pointed his weapon at her and screamed, "Death to Superman!"

After punching his lights out, Kara sneered over the men. But a survivor and eye-witness took up the idea, explaining to the television news camera that was pointed at him, "It wasn't Superman, it was SuperGIRL." Currently, the Department of Homeland Security is coordinating with the NSA to discover the true nature of this "Supergirl."

In the meantime, Kara has gone back to laying low, and getting further into terran culture. She has a friend, who showed her icecream, and movies, and high heels, devious and evil a remnant of terra's sexist history as exists, as far as Kara's concerned.......though they do make her legs look rather good. At a campaign function, she was introduced to a Kyle Kayce, a military officer for the US, and a 'hew-man' that possessed the unusual ability to make Kara laugh, seemingly whenever he wanted to.

Despite her caution, and warnings from Sanctuary, Kara accepted Kayce's offer to go on a "date." They have gone on three, and while Kara finds herself enjoying the man's time when they can find mutual time together, there are no illusions on her end: she is using Kayce to acclimate herself to Sol-III, and for information on the US military. He doesn't realize it, but Sanctuary is hoping to use he and his secure work laptop as an entrance to the U' military-intelligence complex's "secure" internet.

While information on the US and it's intentions are nice, what Kara really came to D.C. for was Lex Luthor. After several promotions within the Luthor campaign, Kara Connors finds herself close enough to Luthor's senior staff that she has seen Luthor already a dozen times, and been introduced to him once. It's only a matter of time until Kara and Sanctuary have the opening they need to learn much, much more about Luthor and his intentions.

Attributes: Like all Kryptonians under a yellow sun, Kara possesses vast superhuman strength, speed, and stamina; invulnerability; flight; super breath; x-ray vision; telescopic and microscopic vision; freeze breath; heat vision; and super hearing. Unlike most other Kryptonians left, Kara was truly raised in the Kryptonian culture. Her training as a Kryptonian of the Science Caste remains her foundation; her work with, within, and upon Sanctuary and it's A.I. a clear testament to that.

Stomping Grounds: On a daily basis, Kara has found herself rooted in the Washington D.C. area, working in the national campaign office of Lex Luthor for President. In her off time, the world is literally her playground, though she maintains a small apartment a short bus ride from the campaign office in D.C.

People of Note:

Sanctuary - advanced A.I., as well as the modular vessel that brought Kara to Sol-III. Kara's partner/sidekick.

Kal - cousin. Aware of his existence, watching from a cautious distance for now. Afraid he's "turned" human.

Gemma Hamilton - next door neighbor, fellow college student turned campaign staff, closest thing to a normal friend Kara has to speak of.

Lex Luthor - smartest man in the world, by Kara's estimation. Not the wisest. Kara finds herself fascinated, but will only study him from afar...and within his organization.

LCDR Kyle Kayce - aviator in the US Navy assigned to the capital as a congressional attache. Kara Connors has gone on three dates with him in the past month; apparently this holds some social significance on Sol-III. What social significance, exactly, Kara couldn't say.

Dream of the Endless - he found her while she lay in stasis at the bottom of the Atlantic, and rescued her from never-ending sleep of a malfunctioning stasis pod. Sometimes Kara feels his presence when she sleeps.

Character Goals:

I want to write a good, quality, Supergirl. A girl who lost her entire world, then lost decades of her life, only to re-emerge on a strange world filled with stranger people. Survival is an ongoing crisis, a struggle to come up with new reasons to stay, a struggle for her soul between tragedy and tomorrow's hope. This Kara will be an alien first, and a superheroine second. Less irrational teen girl, and more overwhelmed young Kryptonian woman, just trying to find a solid place to hang onto in the great cosmic storm that is the ever-expanding and volatile universe.

I'd like her to get close enough to Lex to have some idea of what he really is, maybe even really tangle with him.

I'd like her to eventually meet Kal, even see Smallville.

More than anything, just want to get her involved in story arcs. I don't always play well in isolation.

Sample Post:

Do you know what infinite darkness is...?

"My name is Morpheus, and I know it well, Kar'a of Krypton. It eventually ends. You can wake up--I know the way. You need only follow."

Follow you to fire and ruin? There is nothing left for me in waking, Morpheus. Nothing left for me, any where.

"There is Earth, and soon water. Awake, Kar'a of Krypton. Before you drown."

The scream had frozen in her throat; from her very last conscious moment, watching her parent's great home shake violently and crumble as fire exploded from the sky all around. Krypton was dying, and unlike it's people, the planet had no intention of going quietly into the night. But while the scream had started in the dying gasps of Krypton, it ended in the cold darkness of another planet. A new planet.

Sanctuary's design had factored in all elemental and natural circumstances. Whereas Kal was an infant who could not protest, in Kar'a they had a Kryptonian who was only a year of study away from Final Trials in the Science Caste. She knew the perils, she knew exactly what could go wrong with an automated interstellar vessel. She had the greatest faith in her father and her uncle...but she had still gone over Sanctuary and it's design plans herself. She had still been at Jor-El and Zor-El's side as the vessels were constructed. She still raised every concern about her own safety that she had.

She could have landed on a water world, and Sanctuary should have been fine. She, inside Sanctuary, should have been safe and dry.

So when the darkness passed beyond her and light began to once more hit her eyes, Kar'a was expecting anything but what she actually got: emergency klaxons, and the sickening scent of circuitry burning. For now, the scream and the fire and ruin was shoved from her mind, survival instincts kicking in, her hands more clumsy and stiff from stasis than they ought to be from such a short trip. It made reaching and pulling her stasis chamber's emergency release closer to impossible than design dictated it should be.

Along the far reaches of her spine, she felt a cold rush of panic, all the way from her tailbone to her ears. How far has the design failed? That fear deepened as she finally achieved release from her stasis pod, and fell down to the floor of Sanctuary. The vessel was dark, only sparks illuminating an all too familiar interior to Kar'a. But Jor-El had insisted she spend hour upon hour training for just this very scenario. Her father thought it extreme, but Kar'a was Science Caste like Jor-El...she understood the need for contingency.

But they had never discussed a contingency for three meters of water in Sanctuary, with more bone chilling black water rushing in from...somewhere. "Sanctuary, talk to me." Kar'a half expected the A.I. to be extinguished, despite it's protective casings. Or to not understand her; even she had to admit so soon after stasis that her voice sounded more drunk than newly awakened.

"We are at the bottom of a medium sized ocean."

Kar'a spit the ocean water that had rushed into her mouth when she fell to the floor, drawing her body up uneasily on hands and knees, her hair and everything else soaked. "H2O ocean. Is this it? Did we make it to Sol-III?"

"Yes."

Small miracles. The only light came from her stasis pod, at the moment, glowing like a light bug in a night time Kryptonian forest. It meant the circuitry from the batteries to the computer cores had been damaged. "I thought we were designed for oceanic landings, Sanctuary?"

"We are...we were. A plasma storm along the way has hindered much of my functionality. I would assist you if I could, Miss Kar'a. I do apologize."

She almost chuckled, but for the salt taste still raw in her mouth and throat. "Just relax, Sanctuary. How's the exterior nano-repair?"

"It is the reason we are not completely flooded already."

Okay. Big miracles. It would take time, but the nanite skin of the craft would keep them from drowning--assuming she got main power restored. Normally a safe assumption. But when she could barely seem to use her fingers...? "What happened to me, Sanctuary? I shouldn't be this physically deteriorated, I feel like I landed on an ice world and got left in the elements."

"I am still computing possibilities."

Even as Kara yanked on the release mechanism for the required access panel, her blue eyes twitched upward. "Did water get in your core casings?"

"No."

A few quick yanks, and a small shock that left Kar'a yelping, and at least tertiary power was restored to the interior of the craft. The rest would take a nano multi-tool, a laser cutter, and a lot of spanners. The main tool box was behind a panel that could finally open with tertiary power up and running. But even as her fumbling fingers went about their tasks, Kar'a mind returned to an earlier suspicion.

That Jor-El and Zor-El would try to protect her, even when they were gone forever now, and there was no protecting her from that. "How honest are you right now, Sanctuary?"

"85%."

"Try 95%, and answer my question again."

"Done. Which question, Kar'a?"

"What happened to me?"

"We went off course. You were in stasis for longer than your father and uncle ever anticipated, and--"

"How long?"

"...twenty seven years."

The tears thawed her cheeks from the frozen sting of sea water, burning all the way down to her chin.

"We still have to stop the water and fix the power relay system, Kar'a."

In the frozen black water, Kar'a of House El, daughter of Jor-El and Alza, dropped once more, the shock and horror of it overcoming everything to leave her on the brink of sobbing. Instead, Kar'a finally finished that scream that started during the destruction of Krypton, her last memory of her lost home world.

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Around 2 A.M.
Museum of Modern Art
New York City

It was luck, really. That was the only discernible reason for the knowledge. Although once the knowledge was had, it immediately led Sanctuary to damn near everything there was to know about it. Kara was no expert on this kind of thing...at least she wasn't until she had spent all the night before reading up on it (a week and she still hadn't slept), and VRing quite a few of these incidents using Sanctuary's careful recreations. And if she hadn't been before last night, she was certainly impressed by what she had stumbled upon. If crime could become a puzzle, this was one tough nut to crack. Kara had always loved puzzles.

It had taken them over three hundred man hours, most of that spent in gathering intelligence and technology research/development. The plan was precise, practiced, and as perfect as any sentient soul was likely to get it. The criminals involved were a mixed bag; Kara and Sanctuary had made sure to look into each and every one of them. Including the money trail, which went back three crimes, one Italian casino owner, and a Shanghai lawyer. Kara had personally spoken to the lawyer, a floating blonde girl with arms crossed wearing a white silk pants suit that had tailoring even Mr. Chen could appreciate.

Even if she'd surprised him as he came out upon the sixty-fourth story balcony of his luxury high rise for morning tea.

Mr. Chen had been a gracious host; inviting her to join him for tea. They discussed Chinese history, a conversation prompted by Mr. Chen complimenting her on her Mandarin, asking about how long she'd been at it. He answered a few questions she had about the modern Chinese elite, including their attitudes on the emerging 'metahuman' issue. The answers didn't surprise her, some of them disappointing. A few, she was told, were interesting in seeing if it was something they could benefit or profit from. That one made her chuckle. It wasn't until the end that Kara asked Mr. Chen about the criminal activity he funded, and his reasons.

That led her to an insurance executive out of Las Vegas. Mr. Percival hosted a small poker tournament for around eighty friends out of a private villa at the Venetian. Sanctuary had suggested the approach to her, although it hinged on Kara not being immediately tossed for 'crashing' the event. Given the expected guest list of mostly middle aged and beyond men, Sanctuary argued, the chances were high of Kara simply being allowed to stay. At least, the A.I. added, so long as Kara approached the situation correctly.

Of all the things Kara expected of Sol-III, having an A.I. suggest she wear a "mini-dress" wasn't high on the list. In fact, it hadn't been on the list at all. Disturbing as Kara found it, the advice worked. A black dress, and high black heels that felt like stilts to the Kryptonian girl, and her charming side got Kara smiles and friendliness. Soon she was using the practice time spent dealing cards, running the odds in her head for every hand, every card dealt. The numbers weren't too hard, so long as wild multiples and factoring were your thing. They'd always come easy to Kara, but then as she learned, a Kryptonian's education was far more in depth and active than most Terran upbringings.

Kara enjoyed her first cigar. Her first pocket Aces. Her first Scotch; then her second, and third. She bet big, and was even nearly busted once when chance triumphed over the odds. To say nothing of the other ways in which she was almost 'busted'--every guy in the villa wanted to ask her about herself. "Where you from?" "How old are you?" "What do you do, if you don't mind my asking?" "Y'like jazz, sweetheart?" She evaded most all of them for most the night; except the jazz, she liked jazz. But by then, she was on first name basis with every face she saw.

Even Eddie--Edward Percival. At the end it was just Mr. Percival and she, sipping a 'night cap', and playing a few hands. She dealt; she did it quickly (but not too quickly), and the cards always seemed to go where she wanted them...go figure. He asked her about herself, she gave clearer answers than she had all night, without giving away too much. They talked about the insurance business, they talked about betting and gambling in general. They even briefly touched upon politics, and Lex Luthor. Then they talked about metahumans. This time, Percival surprised her...even if he beat her with spades on the draw. She politely thanked him for the lovely evening.

It wasn't until she was walking away that he asked why she'd really come. So she asked him about the crime he bankrolled, and his reasons.

Given both Mr. Chen and Mr. Percival had been honest with her (and Kara liked to think she could spot the signs of a lie), Kara had no serious logic based objection to the next part of her plan. If she had, Sanctuary and she would have had to come up with a new plan. These men weren't angels, but they weren't devils, either--an important distinction to be made on this planet. If a fine line. But humanity was ever so fond of their fine lines, as Kara was starting to learn. Finally, it was time to head to New York City and prepare.

Sanctuary provided most the items needed, but the meet place wasn't exactly something that could be ordered online or replicated. She settled on the tenth floor of a nearby building under construction. It was private enough, it was a place they could talk, and it provided her with plenty of opportunity for any exit she wanted. Not that it would come to that, but it was just a nice thing to know was there. She spent most of the day of the crime listening to music in her D.C. apartment, going out with Kyle for a movie and dinner. When she got home it was near 11 P.M., and time for her to change and go.

The entire security system of the Museum of Modern Art in New York City's Manhattan island was taken down, piece by piece. Some of it manually, some of it remotely. Some of it by a little flying 'drone' that could evade motion detectors and laser grids to reach a small keypad. All said and done, they were in and and nearly ready to leave in just a shade over three minutes. Each painting was in a criminal's hands when the strong wind came through exhibit hall in question. Just like that, faster than a human eye could blink, the paintings they held in their very black gloved hands disappeared. Replaced with a note in black type on white paper.

Impressive job. 18th and West 53rd, tenth floor. I'll be waiting with the Picassos and Chagalls.

Whatever their shock and misgivings, all five of them arrived right on que, their arrival announced by the ding of the elevator. The floor was empty, lit only with mobile construction lighting. When they got in far enough and began to ask themselves if anyone was even there, or coming, and how they didn't see any paintings, Kara made her entrance.

She 'appeared' right behind them out of their sight. All five were men, though of varying ages. The ringleader, Mr. Green, was mid-40s, a diplomat's son that earned a degree in Engineering from Midwestern. The rest ranged from late-30s to mid-20s. Mark Towiski was from Montana, 25 years old, left Stanford a year before graduation, majored in Computer Science. According to Sanctuary, a good hacker with an addiction to...Mountain Dew. Demolitions was a Samuel Saunders, 34, from Georgia, trained while with EOD in the US Army. Jacob Crowder was 28, and liked to boast he could drive or fly damn near anything with an engine in it, his father a mechanic and race car driver out of Central Florida. Alex Franklin was 36, and had been everything from a male exotic dancer to a phone help desk operator in life before chance, or fate, brought him into one of Mr. Green's plots.

"I apologize--" she began, ignoring their reactions of shock and surprise. A few even cursed at her, like she scared them. Kara tried not to smirk, "--for the surprise attack, gentlemen, but I needed your full attention."

"Wearing that would have been enough," Mr. Green said, meaning the ceremonial vestments of House El she was wearing, and the shield upon it.

Towiski, nervously, voiced a concern. "...she could just be a girl in a Superman suit. Like...does she fly?"

"Can't be Superman if you can't fly."

"Or lasers. You need lasers out of the hands."

"No, idiot, Superman shoots lasers out of his eyes."

"...which one shoots them out of their hands?"

It was a suggestion the entire group seemed to embrace. Mr. Green seemed untouched by the suggestion of having Kara demonstrate the ability to fly, turning to his own band of fellow criminals. "You don't think maybe her lifting the paintings right out from under our noses and replacing them with white stock paper was enough of a demonstration?"

Most the group looked a bit embarrassed. Kara smiled at it, her eyes glowing red for a few heartbeats, her feet leaving the ground for just a few moments longer. By time her feet touched the ground, they were already cheering. Cheering.

"Wow, that's really it."

"...see any lines?"

"Hey, at least we're getting busted by Super...woman?"

"Supergirl, I saw it on Twitter."

"Maybe she prefers woman over girl. Ever think of that?"

"It saw it on Twitter."

"I saw it too."

"...don't help him."

Kara's eyes never left Green's, and his never left her's, even as the group bantered. Finally, Green spoke. "She's not here to bust us."

"...wait, what?"

"How is that possible?"

"Okay. Um, cool. So, why then?"

Kara gave them each a small smile, and explained herself. "I'm hiring you. All of you. Because of my own privacy concerns, I can't accept no for an answer. The paintings I'll return tomorrow. No cop's likely to question paintings being returned from Supergirl. I know what each of your takes was going to be, and I've already ensured the amounts in your chosen offshore bank accounts. Any questions?"

"What are we stealing?"

"Why can't you just do it? You're like...Superchick, right?"

That one made her snicker. "I am, like, superchick, sure. But this can't get back to me, and it has to look like it was done by actual people...not superchick. As for the other question, we're going to take files from the secure, private, server of Lex Luthor. Remote hack is out of the question, it's too secure."

"Black bag job," Green said, thinking aloud. "Think Lex'll mind?"

To that question, Supergirl only grinned.

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Ooh, @Ruby, while you're still here, would you be able to shove Kara over to the Characters tab? Also, I PM'ed you back. Thanks :).

@GreenGrenade

Vandy required a few small tweaks, I just need to the energy to sit down and do it before I post it all official like. But soon as I do that, sure. ^_^

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Yeah, you could go full Nolan and have Bruce bow out uber-early.

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I don't mind them, but then I'm sneaky and just use them as my opening post once I've been accepted. It's the backstories I hate.

@BlackSam3091

See, I can't re-use a post. So the true IC opener for Kara would be much different than the sample post, for example.

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All that and one more ever too.

I hate writing CS's.

@BlackSam3091

I only hate sample posts. >>