Golden Heroes: New Hope

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"Yeah, let me.know when we're meeting, and I'll see you there." Says Starchild, eager to retrieve his stuff from the train station.
 
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OOC: So Starchild is, at minimum, going to retrieve his stuff from the train station. As Tulpa Girl Tulpa Girl mentioned, does anyone have anything else they want to do related to their secret identities or otherwise before meeting at RT's dojo? I'll wait another day for everyone to chime in just in case before moving the group to the dojo. Gravitas previously made the suggestion of meeting at 8pm, so I will assume that is the time unless you all state otherwise.
 
ooc Starchild/David retrieves his gear and calls Professor Brewster. He tells the Prof what has transpired, and informs him that they'll have to get together another time. Then, he changes clothes, skates down to the dojo, and if he's early, he'll get some fast food and skate around the parking lot listening to music until 8.
 
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The Genie will return to Katherine's apartment and continue learning more about the modern world via the medium of daytime TV!
 
OOC: The following assumes that we're meeting up later in the evening. If that's not the case, Gravitas will pretty much just head straight to the dojo along with DD.

Gravitas drops Double Devil off at the location of his choosing, then makes her way back to her car in the parking deck, careful to avoid curious eyes and especially the various traffic and security cameras along the way. Along the way multiple trains of thought pass through her head - the realization that she hadn't really planned for daytime activities in her heroic guise (with all the extra complications compared to nighttime endeavors), making a mental list of possible locations that could be rented or purchased to give this potential team a base of operations, and the sinking feeling that she can't help but to believe that they were not yet ready to face someone as powerful and experienced as Devastator.

Once she makes her way back to her car and changes back to her regular clothes, she will touch base with Morgan to see where her friend is currently at. A brief stop along the way at a nearby mom-and-pop Cuban sandwich shop would provide some needed sustenance - she knew Morgan was probably so engrossed in getting her story that she probably hadn't bothered to eat anything, and for herself using her powers seemed to burn a lot of calories. It wasn't like the meal at the restaurant and been overly large or filling.

(The hole-in-the-wall sandwich shop wasn't the sort of place Courtney would normally be seen at, but as 'Sam' she had been there before, and had found the place to be a hidden gem. Knowing her friend's culinary preferences she had made a mental note to find an excuse to pick some up for her - given how hectic things were going to be today, this was as good an excuse as any.)

Once she able to meet up with Morgan, and the latter has a moment to take a break, she will unobtrusively try to find out if the press has found out anything useful regarding today's activities that she didn't already know, and also get an indication of how Morgan might be slanting the news for her particular story.

Once she leaves her friend to continue with her job, she'll make her way back home, confer with Ana, grab a quick shower, and try to get an hour or two of sleep, not knowing how late the evening's activities might run.

When the appointed hour approaches, she will make her way to the back door of the dojo as Gravitas. She'll arrive a few minutes early, fully expecting the others to do so as well.
 
Our brave heroes spend the rest of the afternoon engaged in their own pursuits with plans to meet at Red Trident's dojo at 8pm.

Double Devil gets dropped off back at his apartment and spends a fair amount of time on the phone with Nicolette, who calls him and regales him with a very detailed account of her ordeal at the TV station. She details all of it, including a colorful recounting of the battle between the terrorists and the heroes. She includes several kind remarks about the dashingly debonaire Double Devil, and also tells Tony of the Genie. "Can you imagine, Tony? A REAL Genie!" Sadly, she has nothing to add that might help with the investigation.

Farouk returns to the apartment he currently shares with Katherine and tries to catch up on some TV but unfortunately all the major networks are showing news coverage of the events at the TV studio pretty much non-stop, including the video taken of the battle.

Starchild does his thing, retrieves his clothes, calls the professor, gets some food and skates around for a bit waiting for the others.

Gravitas has a busy afternoon, catching up with friends, grabbing food and trying to see what the press is reporting about the incident earlier in the day. While the news is non-stop covering the events at the studio, very little new information is being reported. Police department technicians have removed the holo-emitter devices from the studio and taken them for further study. Otherwise, the police are being tight-lipped. They promise to hold a press conference in the morning to update the public on the situation.

Red Trident presumably retires to his studio to prepare for the evening meeting.

At around 8pm, the heroes arrive at the dojo. Starchild first, as he is already there skating around the parking lot. Then Gravitas, and the Genie, and finally Double Devil arrives last to make as flamboyant an entrance as possible. Red Trident is already inside to let everyone in, the meeting of our fledgling heroes ready to begin!
 
Starchild, or rather, David Layton currently, sees the others arriving. He shoulders his backpack, deposits the sack of now-empty fast food containers in a nearby trashcan, and approaches the door of the dojo. In one hand he is carrying his skateboard. The other hand he is using to hold an unnecessarily large cup of soda.
 
ooc am I remembering correctly that the dojo is in a strip mall? Or did I make that up/dream it?
 
I guess this guy doesn't mind giving up his secret ID...or is he in league with the Devastator and this is a trap? is how Double Devil's interior monologue goes. I notice he didn't help take down those terrorists...is he one of them? We'd better be wary!

Double Devil makes sure the doors are open wide so he can time his acrobatic entry perfectly, then leaps inside to see what's happening.
 
David follows behind Double Devil into the dojo. He looks for a clear spot on the floor, sets down his board and sits on it. He looks bemusedly at Double Devil. "Am I underdressed for this little shindig?", he asks, before taking a drink of his soda.
 
Gravitas makes her way to the rear entrance, giving a nod to the others when she sees them. "Hello boys," she says casually, trying to keep her tine light to help mask her internal unease.
 
Gravitas makes her way to the rear entrance, giving a nod to the others when she sees them. "Hello boys," she says casually, trying to keep her tine light to help mask her internal unease.
"Good evening, Miss." Starchild says. "I didn't figure I needed a costume for this meeting, I mean... "He says, starting to second-guess his decision...
 
"Good evening, Miss." Starchild says. "I didn't figure I needed a costume for this meeting, I mean... "He says, starting to second-guess his decision...
"Battle-garb, or the lack thereof, was optional, according to our host," Gravitas responds, seeking to put the young man's obvious fears to rest.

In truth, she respected the fact that both Red Trident and Starchild were willing to be so open among people they barely knew. For herself, she wasn't quite yet ready to give up her secrets...
 
David follows behind Double Devil into the dojo. He looks for a clear spot on the floor, sets down his board and sits on it. He looks bemusedly at Double Devil. "Am I underdressed for this little shindig?", he asks, before taking a drink of his soda.
"Underdressed, in need of a haircut, we'll sort it out," says Double Devil. "Where's our friendly neighborhood sensei?"
 
"Preparing a little welcome snack" says Red Trident right on cue. "Welcome all to my humble dojo. My name is Evan. Please help yourselves to some snacks. I have water and tea available. Please remove your shoes if you plan on walking on the mats."
 
"Underdressed, in need of a haircut, we'll sort it out," says Double Devil. "Where's our friendly neighborhood sensei?"

"I dunno, I thought he let you in...?" David says.
"Preparing a little welcome snack" says Red Trident right on cue. "Welcome all to my humble dojo. My name is Evan. Please help yourselves to some snacks. I have water and tea available. Please remove your shoes if you plan on walking on the mats."

Starchild doesn't want to remove his shoes, since he's been skating in them for a couple of hours, so he makes a mental note to stay off the mats...

"Thanks, but I've eaten", he says, holding up his cup. "Nice place, what do you charge for lessons? I'm kind of new to this crime fighting business. I suppose I'd better start training..."
 
"Hey, have any of you asked yourselves WHY these thugs sent holograms to do a criminal's job? I mean, with those kind of resources, couldn't they jhave ust hired more muscle? Maybe I'm barking up the wrong tree, here but it seems fishy to me. What do you guys think?"
 
'Apologies for my tardiness', said the Genie stepping through the door. His disguise, if you could call it that, was woefully inadequate for its intended purpose, consisting of a large shapeless raincoat, and a beanie hat which covered his bald head but not his blue skin.
'I happened upon a building not too far from here apparently run by an ex-soldier. Sandman, Cinders or something like that. His staff are very loyal; they refused to tell me where he is, and kept insisting I share some of their rations! But I must confess, this chicken *is* delicious', he added taking a bite of a large drumstick.
'Have you devised a plan to flush out our foes yet?', he asked.
 
The shopping center is in a small, somewhat rundown strip mall consisting of half a dozen businesses plus two that are empty and currently sport "For Rent" signs in the windows. The dojo is on the end of the building on the right hand side. Next to that is one of the empty stores, followed by a nail salon, a UPS store, a soul food restaurant, a hookah bar, the other empty store, and a dive bar called Whistling Dixie anchors the other end. Only Whistling Dixie and the hookah bar are still open after 8pm.

The parking lot is not well-lit. The street lamps that are working are dim but half a dozen are burned out, creating areas of shadow across the lot. With the only other open businesses at the opposite side of the center, it is pretty quiet in the dojo.

As the group begins to discuss the events of the early afternoon, the relative quiet outside is broken by the sounds of half a dozen motorcycles entering the lot. Just based on the low thrumming sound alone, these are certainly big Harley's. Their headlights sweep across the front window of the dojo as they make their way over to park in front of Whistling Dixie.
 
'Apologies for my tardiness', said the Genie stepping through the door. His disguise, if you could call it that, was woefully inadequate for its intended purpose, consisting of a large shapeless raincoat, and a beanie hat which covered his bald head but not his blue skin.
'I happened upon a building not too far from here apparently run by an ex-soldier. Sandman, Cinders or something like that. His staff are very loyal; they refused to tell me where he is, and kept insisting I share some of their rations! But I must confess, this chicken *is* delicious', he added taking a bite of a large drumstick.
'Have you devised a plan to flush out our foes yet?', he asked.
"Did you try the buttermilk biscuits?"
 
"I'm afraid we don't know any more than we did yesterday, Genie.", David says.
 
"Preparing a little welcome snack" says Red Trident right on cue. "Welcome all to my humble dojo. My name is Evan. Please help yourselves to some snacks. I have water and tea available. Please remove your shoes if you plan on walking on the mats."
Gravitas makes a mental note to avoid the mats. She has some of the tea, and opts to hold off on the cheese danish she brought along in her belt pouch.

"Hey, have any of you asked yourselves WHY these thugs sent holograms to do a criminal's job? I mean, with those kind of resources, couldn't they jhave ust hired more muscle? Maybe I'm barking up the wrong tree, here but it seems fishy to me. What do you guys think?"
"Oh, it's definitely fishy," she responds in agreement, then adds, "a paranoid soul might speculate that it was designed to draw people like us out."

the relative quiet outside is broken by the sounds of half a dozen motorcycles entering the lot. Just based on the low thrumming sound alone, these are certainly big Harley's. Their headlights sweep across the front window of the dojo as they make their way over to park in front of Whistling Dixie.
Hopefully they're just here to have a few beers at the bar, she muses to herself. If they wind up causing trouble while were here... hell of a coincidence.

Gravitas didn't trust coincidence.
 
David cocks an ear toward the motorcycles, then turns to Gravitas, feeling a sense of excited validation due to her agreement with his suspicions. "Wait a minute", he says, "If that little pledge drive back at the station was designed to lure us there, then it's possible that they've been following us ever since." Now wide-eyed, he scans the faces of the other heroes. "Whoever they are..." He casts an increasingly suspicious eye toward the group of Harleys parked in front of the bar.
 
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Double Devil excuses himself to use the restroom.

While there, he uses his Replication power to create two duplicates of himself who will sneak out the back and leap or swing up onto the roof where they will remain out of sight and watch what's going on, one on each side of the building. If anything interesting happens or anyone approaches the dojo, Double Devil will alert Double Devil. :wink:
 
As the heroes converse, more rumbling engines are heard outside about ten minutes after the first group. More motorcycles enter the parking lot, their headlights again sweeping the front window of the dojo and as they drive over in front of Whistling Dixie.

Double Devil's doubles on the roof spot the new group of bikers enter the parking lot. There are five of them, all clad in denim with leather kutte's. One of the five is a huge dude. As he kills his Harley's engine and dismounts, he easily stands close to seven feet tall. He wears no shirt, only the kutte, and his heavily muscled arms are intimidating even in the dim light of the parking lot. The five enter Whistling Dixie, laughing and joking loudly, all except for the big guy. He is quiet, and looks around the parking lot casually before going inside.
 
ooc do any of them appear to be wearing any "colors", or gang insignia? Is there anything "off" about them,to David's observation? Also, does the sound of motorcycles correspond to the apparent number of bikes we see

"I'm starting to hope some of those guys are holograms", David says, pulling his mask from a pocket on his backpack and pulling it over his face. He begins to take off his shirt and pants, revealing his costume beneath. He shoves his "civilian" clothes (t-shirt, jeans and sneakers) hastily into his backpack.
 
ooc do any of them appear to be wearing any "colors", or gang insignia? Is there anything "off" about them,to David's observation? Also, does the sound of motorcycles correspond to the apparent number of bikes we see

"I'm starting to hope some of those guys are holograms", David says, pulling his mask from a pocket on his backpack and pulling it over his face. He begins to take off his shirt and pants, revealing his costume beneath. He shoves his "civilian" clothes (t-shirt, jeans and sneakers) hastily into his backpack.

From inside the dojo, by the time anyone is able to get to the window, the bikers have moved out of sight down at the opposite end of the center. That, combined with the poor lighting outside, makes identifying any specifics about their manner of dress or other details from inside the dojo pretty much impossible.
 
Double Devil looks out the window and remarks, "Hey, that shirtless oaf in the sleeveless biker jacket must be seven feet tall. Something tells me those guys are up to no good. But we didn't come here to bust biker heads, did we?"
 
Double Devil looks out the window and remarks, "Hey, that shirtless oaf in the sleeveless biker jacket must be seven feet tall. Something tells me those guys are up to no good. But we didn't come here to bust biker heads, did we?"

"No, but we didn't come here to get our heads busted, either. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. Either way, I'd like to know how many entrances there are to this dojo, and how secure they are. Trident? And, if you don't mind, I'm gonna turn out the lights. Then we can try to formulate a plan to flush out our enemies... that is, of they don't come to us, first."

assuming Trident doesn't object (nor anyone else), Starchild moves to turn out the lights.

"Say, Double D, how did you know about tall, dark and gruesome next door? And more importantly, does anyone have any ideas about finding our quarry? Because I sure don't."
 
"Say, Double D, how did you know about tall, dark and gruesome next door?"
"I eat my carrots every day and take night-vision lessons from a cat I know."
"And more importantly, does anyone have any ideas about finding our quarry? Because I sure don't."
Pointing at Gravitas, Double Devil says, "She's the brains of this outfit. I'm the looks, you're the heart, and Big Blue is the wild card."
 
Pointing at Gravitas, Double Devil says, "She's the brains of this outfit. I'm the looks, you're the heart, and Big Blue is the wild card."
"Please tell me you didn't get that from TV Tropes," Gravitas responds. "Also, you forgot our host, who also rocks the Old Scratch motif."

"On a more serious note, while I can think tactically, none of my powers are particularly useful in terms of investigative work. In other words, no, I have no idea yet how to track down the person responsible for what's happening."
 
Lights are on and no objection to turning them off

"I suspect you're correct that the projectors were to draw would be heros out and record and transmit their actions. " Evan says agreeing with the others.

Is this bar a regular biker hangout as far as Evan knows?
 
Starchild flicks off the light switch(es), and moves to lock the front door, if it's possible without a key...

"There a back door to the place?"
 
"Please tell me you didn't get that from TV Tropes," Gravitas responds. "Also, you forgot our host, who also rocks the Old Scratch motif."

"On a more serious note, while I can think tactically, none of my powers are particularly useful in terms of investigative work. In other words, no, I have no idea yet how to track down the person responsible for what's happening."
"Maybe we can lure him out into the open. I nominate Starchild to go on the evening news and challenge him to a showdown."

(OOC: :devil:)

Anything else happening outside that I can see?
 
Is this bar a regular biker hangout as far as Evan knows?

OOC: Not really a regular hangout for bikers. On occasion there are certainly a few bikers there but it isn't a regular hangout for large numbers of them. The owner, Paul Barker, is from Alabama. He opened the place ten years ago with the name Whistling Dixie because he thought it would funny having a bar in a city in New Hampshire with that name.

Nothing else happening outside at the moment. The bikers all went inside the bar. There are eleven Harley's parked outside, plus maybe another dozen cars. A couple of those are probably hookah bar customers but the rest are likely in Whistling Dixie.
 
"Now that I think about it, I can't recall a large gathering of bikers like this. I could go over and check on Paul the owner and make sure everything is alright." Evan says
 
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