Event | Satellite | Salvage & Repairs

[ironwood]

Characters: Any and all!
Date: May 22 - 26, 2013
Location: Keeliai, turtleside, ARSHEPHELIOS cluster remains
Situation: The fires are put out and repairs around the city have begun. With life preserved, eyes turn now to what exactly crashed down into the ocean.
Warnings/Rating: Please put CW in your subject lines

Satellite Crash Event

Crash Landing | Salvage Party | Shocking Spectres

Questions | Keeliai | Repairs | Salvage | Other | Oceanside | Shellside | ARSHEPHELIOS-side | Coralside


The majority of fires are reported as under control and repair crews start forming up to bring Keeliai back to her pre-scorched splendour. This is all well and good, but there remains a cluster of debris that crashed into the ocean drawing the attention of salvagers and Foreigners alike. Boats and teams form up and head up to scour the ocean, where the cluster rests upon an expansive and ancient coral formation and can be reached within ten metres of the surface.

Comments

[oathwalk]

I'm sorry to hear that. And, in truth, surprised as well. I don't believe Ephinea could endure common collapses of our cities. [They only have like ten.]

[shorttempered]

With as many superheroes and supervillains my world has, we have really good clean-up crews.

Is Ephinea where you're from? [He'll take stupid questions for $200, Alex.]

[oathwalk]

Yes, it's my home planet.

[now. 3..
2...
1...]

Did you say 'superheroes'?

[shorttempered]

Ye...s?

[oathwalk]

They're real in your world? We have stories, of course, of Hombre Noir and of the Sunscreen Rangers and Uzmek the Gigantoid, but...

[He is actively trying to contain his excitement at the idea of a world where superheroes are a real thing. King Richard the Mature Adult is disappearing beneath Richard, Adolescent Who Read A Lot of Comics.]

[shorttempered]

[Hey, Richard, Adolescent Who Reads A Lot of Comics can hang out with Mark, Adolescent Who Reads A Lot of Comics.]

Yeah. We have comics too but we're real. [Hovers off the ground and does a little flip.] See?

[oathwalk]

You are yourself a superhero? [mental fanboy screaming let's try to vocalize some of that] You're incredible! To fight to protect others and instill in men a desire for peace, to defend innocents in peril and to act as a force of righteousness! I have nothing but the highest admiration for superheroes and their lifestyles of good works.

[shorttempered]

I am. And it's Invincible, not Incredible. [Smirks and just sort of hovers; yes he's showing off.] You know, that's what you're doing right now too. Helping out innocents in peril because it's the right thing to do, I mean.

[oathwalk]

Invincible. An excellent superhero name! [Richard loves the showing off. All maturity has vanished into fanboyism.] It's kind of you to say that. I used to read comic books and aspire to the nobility of character which their heroes demonstrated.

[Also, he wanted to wear a silly costume. That royal cloak at his shoulders? Totally the closest he could get to wearing a superhero cape every day.]

[shorttempered]

I thought so too. [Smiles.]

We're just people with powers... We're really not much different than everyone else.

[oathwalk]

[That comments does manage to crack through the glee of a boy who just met a figure of his childhood dreams. His smile ebbs away.] My apologies. I imagine it must be very different when it is one's own life.

[shorttempered]

Oh, hey, I didn't mean it like that. [Though it's definitely true.] I just meant that anyone can be a hero, the only thing we have going for us is our abilities...

[oathwalk]

[Richard observes Mark's expression a moment before answering.] I couldn't disagree that heroism is open to all. Indeed, I agree entirely: it is not for their abilities that I spent my youth looking up to superheroes.

[Partially because the superheroes in Ephinea were pretty baseline Ephinean.]

[shorttempered]

If my tailor was here, I'd totally hook you up with a costume.

[oathwalk]

That is a shame indeed. My superhero costume was made rather on the fly and could use professional advice.

[shorttempered]

[Chuckles] You should have seen the one I used when I first started. It was so badly put together, people couldn't tell if I was there to help them or rob them.

[oathwalk]

[Richard laughs.] It is must improved now! I'm afraid many of my friends were able to see through my disguise. I must work on creating a more convincing costume.

[shorttempered]

Did yours consist of baggy clothes and a bandanna? Because if so, your's was already better than mine.

And I'd hope so--Art's a professional.

[oathwalk]

Ahah, no. Rather, I wrapped cloth around my mouth and head so only my eyes were visible. [THE MASK OF BARONA!] It was, unfortunately, a little difficult to speak.

[shorttempered]

[Chuckles.] Yeah, wrapping things around your mouth tends to do that.

[oathwalk]

Indeed. Unfortunately, I'd already given away my Tiger Festival mask to a friend in need. It was much better suited for such disguises.

[He has wanted to be a superhero for a long time.]

[shorttempered]

Hang on a second. [And he's gone.

But not for very long, because he's back a few seconds later holding a second mask like the one he's wearing... but it's nowhere near the same quality.] This one's not Art's. I, uh, figured I should attempt to figure out how to replace my costumes should I need to...

But you're welcome to this one.

[oathwalk]

[Richard is staring.

A superhero mask. From a superhero. A superhero is giving him a superhero mask. Quality is irrelevant right now. A superhero mask from a superhero.]

That's... I... thank you. Thank you!

[beat]

Would you sign it for me?

[Happiest kid on the turtle right now.]

[shorttempered]

[Mark can't help but smile a bit. He thought the kid might like it, but not this much.]

Uh, sure. Got a pen? [Thankfully he's signed a couple autographs before or otherwise that would have been a lot of blank staring as a response.]

[oathwalk]

[Any chance of Richard maintaining dignity has been dashed on the rocks by this gift.]

I— [Richard checks his clothes for a pen. There is a problem with this: his royal raiment does not have pockets.] —do . . . not. [Oh. Well. Life is full of disappointments, like when you don't have a pen when you want it or when your uncle turns out to be a murderous jerk. You just have to accept that. This is Richard's approach.] A signature appears not to be an option. Still, thank you. I am honoured by this.

[He is so sincere about that.]