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Sullivan County, Northeastern Tennessee
June, 1938
Tommy rolled his eyes when the third person in a row tried to explain the order of 'don't let the enemy attack the explosives'. It was not a complicated idea. Was it because one hero appeared to be a savage and the other a lady? Tommy watched her enter a door before suddenly she was standing at the other end of it. Tommy wasn't sure where she was going but if it was him, he'd be looking for a vantage point. Tommy instead saw a base plan on the wall just inside the corridor, and spent several seconds committing it to memory. He was really only concerned about the location of the materials section, and the entrances and exits.
Tommy was brought back to Earth by the sound of gunfire. He poked his head out of the doorway to see that Lady Lynx was exchanging gunfire with the Nazis outside the base. While they were focused on the guard tower, Tommy took this opportunity to scale one of the base walls. He scurried up the surface in much the same way a squirrel scurried up a tree, and comparably as fast, finding hand and footholds where there appeared to be naught but cement. On top of the wall he plucked an arrow from his quiver, took aim with his bow, and struck one of the Nazis square in the chest. Before that detachment of Nazis had time to point Jungle Boy out, two more arrows had been let loose and struck the closest two in the head and throat respectively. Even if he wasn't some world class marksman, Jungle Boy was nevertheless formidable with a bow.
June, 1938
Tommy rolled his eyes when the third person in a row tried to explain the order of 'don't let the enemy attack the explosives'. It was not a complicated idea. Was it because one hero appeared to be a savage and the other a lady? Tommy watched her enter a door before suddenly she was standing at the other end of it. Tommy wasn't sure where she was going but if it was him, he'd be looking for a vantage point. Tommy instead saw a base plan on the wall just inside the corridor, and spent several seconds committing it to memory. He was really only concerned about the location of the materials section, and the entrances and exits.
Tommy was brought back to Earth by the sound of gunfire. He poked his head out of the doorway to see that Lady Lynx was exchanging gunfire with the Nazis outside the base. While they were focused on the guard tower, Tommy took this opportunity to scale one of the base walls. He scurried up the surface in much the same way a squirrel scurried up a tree, and comparably as fast, finding hand and footholds where there appeared to be naught but cement. On top of the wall he plucked an arrow from his quiver, took aim with his bow, and struck one of the Nazis square in the chest. Before that detachment of Nazis had time to point Jungle Boy out, two more arrows had been let loose and struck the closest two in the head and throat respectively. Even if he wasn't some world class marksman, Jungle Boy was nevertheless formidable with a bow.
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Shock took all the pieces of information that she had been given together. The guards. The vines. The bombs. Her brain started running through possibilities and combinations of actions. The absolute priority was separating Willow from the bombs, and from any detonators or killswitches. To do that, they'd need to get close, but security was too dense and too alert to feasably sneak in that close undetected. What they really needed was a distraction that would separate the guards from the warehouse or Willow from the bombs, while also making sure Willow stays off-guard. The kind of distraction where they don't expect to find an actual intruder but would still need to check it out as standard procedure. Something that could easily be an accident.
Caine was right. They didn't have the luxury of a lot of time to think She was already being paired with Cain and Wizard, and they were preparing to move. If she was going to tell them, she'd have to tell them now.
"It might help if we could create a distraction to thin out the guards without necessarily putting everybody on high alert. A stack of barrels collapsing or a docked boat noisily sinking. We need to make sure Willow, the bombs, and the guards, are allas far apart as possible."
Caine was right. They didn't have the luxury of a lot of time to think She was already being paired with Cain and Wizard, and they were preparing to move. If she was going to tell them, she'd have to tell them now.
"It might help if we could create a distraction to thin out the guards without necessarily putting everybody on high alert. A stack of barrels collapsing or a docked boat noisily sinking. We need to make sure Willow, the bombs, and the guards, are allas far apart as possible."
Work's been kicking my ass but post hopefully coming tonight
Kansas City, Missouri
April, 1938
The newspaper contained an article about President Roosevelt's address about costumed heroes from several days ago. It also contained an article talking about Kansas City's very own 'Jungle Boy' as the papers had dubbed him. Tommy hadn't been trying to become some kind of costumed superhero. He had been tracking criminals for 130 miles from Kansas City to the Ozarks. He didn't want to damage his civilian clothes so he had used his old British Army uniform, and it had not survived the trip intact. It turns out that a muscular man in tattered pants, a bare chest, hopping through the tree branches, fighting like a large cat and taking out armed goons with a bow and arrow, painted a bizarre yet thematically consistent picture. And thus 'Jungle Boy' was born. He continued to use his tattered uniform when protecting the City from criminals. He leaned into it. Rumours started, then the caricature became warped and hyperbolic. People wondered if he was even human. If he could actually speak English. If he has been raised by jungle animals. Well, there was some truth to that last one.
The paper also contained concerning news about the world stage. The volatile and strained veneer of peace in Europe which could could crumbling down with one wrong move, staring a second World War. And the most concerning part was that it was Nazi action here in the United States that could be the spark to ignite the gunpowder. Tommy folded the newspaper, sat up from the bench, and deposited the paper in the nearest trashcan. He should take heed of the President's call for the help of 'costumed individuals' and pledge his support. The only question now was who he needed to talk to to vet his interest.
Sullivan County, Northeastern Tennessee
June, 1938
This was Tommy's third ever job. He was to accompany Lady Lynx to the Warpath Ammunition Plant in Tennessee and rendezvous with another Superhero called 'Torch of Liberty'. There was intel that two superpowered saboteurs of the Nazi's own were planning an attack on it and it needed to be defended. Several soldiers and officers seemed wary of the two of them. A man who's 'costume' was just tattered pants and a quiver across his chest, and a very flashy lady who seemed the stark opposite of what a masked superhero soldier should look like. But Tommy didn't judge. He didn't exactly fit that mould either and she wouldn't be working here for no reason.
When they teleported in place, Tommy let Lady Lynx introduce the two of them as he'd been instructed to. The higher ups were still judging Tommy on his outward appearance and reputation. He wasn't allowed to be the main talker in missions if he or they could help it. Instead Tommy looked around. He listened and observed. It didn't take long for his well-trained hearing to pick up on something.
"Greif jetzt an, Albrecht!" came a very faint yell from outside the base. Tommy was already removing the bow from his quiver.
"They're here," he spoke up to Lady Lynx and the on-site soldiers.
April, 1938
The newspaper contained an article about President Roosevelt's address about costumed heroes from several days ago. It also contained an article talking about Kansas City's very own 'Jungle Boy' as the papers had dubbed him. Tommy hadn't been trying to become some kind of costumed superhero. He had been tracking criminals for 130 miles from Kansas City to the Ozarks. He didn't want to damage his civilian clothes so he had used his old British Army uniform, and it had not survived the trip intact. It turns out that a muscular man in tattered pants, a bare chest, hopping through the tree branches, fighting like a large cat and taking out armed goons with a bow and arrow, painted a bizarre yet thematically consistent picture. And thus 'Jungle Boy' was born. He continued to use his tattered uniform when protecting the City from criminals. He leaned into it. Rumours started, then the caricature became warped and hyperbolic. People wondered if he was even human. If he could actually speak English. If he has been raised by jungle animals. Well, there was some truth to that last one.
The paper also contained concerning news about the world stage. The volatile and strained veneer of peace in Europe which could could crumbling down with one wrong move, staring a second World War. And the most concerning part was that it was Nazi action here in the United States that could be the spark to ignite the gunpowder. Tommy folded the newspaper, sat up from the bench, and deposited the paper in the nearest trashcan. He should take heed of the President's call for the help of 'costumed individuals' and pledge his support. The only question now was who he needed to talk to to vet his interest.
Sullivan County, Northeastern Tennessee
June, 1938
This was Tommy's third ever job. He was to accompany Lady Lynx to the Warpath Ammunition Plant in Tennessee and rendezvous with another Superhero called 'Torch of Liberty'. There was intel that two superpowered saboteurs of the Nazi's own were planning an attack on it and it needed to be defended. Several soldiers and officers seemed wary of the two of them. A man who's 'costume' was just tattered pants and a quiver across his chest, and a very flashy lady who seemed the stark opposite of what a masked superhero soldier should look like. But Tommy didn't judge. He didn't exactly fit that mould either and she wouldn't be working here for no reason.
When they teleported in place, Tommy let Lady Lynx introduce the two of them as he'd been instructed to. The higher ups were still judging Tommy on his outward appearance and reputation. He wasn't allowed to be the main talker in missions if he or they could help it. Instead Tommy looked around. He listened and observed. It didn't take long for his well-trained hearing to pick up on something.
"Greif jetzt an, Albrecht!" came a very faint yell from outside the base. Tommy was already removing the bow from his quiver.
"They're here," he spoke up to Lady Lynx and the on-site soldiers.
Heidi was not going to complain about the curtain. Sure, it wasn't ideal, but she'd made do with worse before. So the sudden appearance of a complete en suite bathroom was a shocking surprise. She couldn't keep the smile off her face when she looked back at the Wizard and gave him an appreciative nod of thanks. While changing, Winnie was conversing with her through the door, telling her many interesting and zany stories. Heidi told some humorous anecdotes of her own. Stories of military downtime and shenanigans she and other soldiers got up to. She did not touch on any combat encounters or serious moments, and it was obvious she was mentioning Awe as little as possible. Not out of any sense of secrecy, but merely to stay in a good mood. Heidi had finished grieving properly but the death of her best friend and longtime work partner still hurt to dwell on.
After twenty minutes, Heidi emerged from the bathroom in full costume, looking like a completely different person. She was masked. Her large coat and baggy jeans were now replaced with a skintight suit that exposed her arms, shoulders, upper back, abdomen, and basically every other area with visible musculature. Her previously messy, limp hair was curled and styled, lipstick was applied and she was wearing a domino mask over her eyes. She was also standing up straighter, with a focused look in her eye and a more confident smile on her face. Before, she was Heidi Williams. Now she was Shock.
She cracked her knuckles and began stretching her legs the moment they stopped. She could see out the van window, the basic situation. The Atrium was indeed crawling with targets, and beset with wild vines and flora. The intel had been good after all. "Oh, I'll live up to my name. The challenging part will be holding back. They've told me to be non-lethal while dealing with a warehouse full of armed guys right next to the sea. That won't be easy."
Aria, Caine, and anybody else who may have arrived the same time as the two of them, would see Shock approach. Though they likely may not have recognised her at the briefing, there was no mistaking now that the woman before them was one of the two blonde masked Heroes who's face was a frequent occurrence on the military recruitment ads that periodically trespassed onto billboards or television commercial breaks. It was slightly jarring in of itself just to see her accompanied by an elderly Wizard instead of a near-identical twin. Shock and Awe were seldom ever discussed or addressed individually.
"What's the situation?" Shock asked with a Spartan efficiency, getting right to business.
After twenty minutes, Heidi emerged from the bathroom in full costume, looking like a completely different person. She was masked. Her large coat and baggy jeans were now replaced with a skintight suit that exposed her arms, shoulders, upper back, abdomen, and basically every other area with visible musculature. Her previously messy, limp hair was curled and styled, lipstick was applied and she was wearing a domino mask over her eyes. She was also standing up straighter, with a focused look in her eye and a more confident smile on her face. Before, she was Heidi Williams. Now she was Shock.
She cracked her knuckles and began stretching her legs the moment they stopped. She could see out the van window, the basic situation. The Atrium was indeed crawling with targets, and beset with wild vines and flora. The intel had been good after all. "Oh, I'll live up to my name. The challenging part will be holding back. They've told me to be non-lethal while dealing with a warehouse full of armed guys right next to the sea. That won't be easy."
Aria, Caine, and anybody else who may have arrived the same time as the two of them, would see Shock approach. Though they likely may not have recognised her at the briefing, there was no mistaking now that the woman before them was one of the two blonde masked Heroes who's face was a frequent occurrence on the military recruitment ads that periodically trespassed onto billboards or television commercial breaks. It was slightly jarring in of itself just to see her accompanied by an elderly Wizard instead of a near-identical twin. Shock and Awe were seldom ever discussed or addressed individually.
"What's the situation?" Shock asked with a Spartan efficiency, getting right to business.
I'll be posting tonight or tomorrow night
There are two specific aspects of Golden Era heroes that uniquely fascinate me.
One is the pulp/'Not always strictly about Superheroes' side of things which I tried to capture with Jungle Boy
The other is the absolutely crazy loopy bonkers ideas like "Guy turns into flying centaur every time he eats green apples." If I were to make another character it'd try to capture that aspect.
One is the pulp/'Not always strictly about Superheroes' side of things which I tried to capture with Jungle Boy
The other is the absolutely crazy loopy bonkers ideas like "Guy turns into flying centaur every time he eats green apples." If I were to make another character it'd try to capture that aspect.
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