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[VIDEO]

Hey hey hey! Um, there's a bunch of bad guys coming soon, right? Does anybody wanna train with me so we're all super ready to kick their butts when they come? We gotta protect the whole planet, you know! I can grow and shrink stuff, and I'm real good with fighting with a needle! We could spar or something!

But, uh, if you don't wanna do that, I guess maybe I wanna know if anybody wants to do something fun with me or something? I don't know what big people usually go out and do though...

steamboatkilly

[The feed comes on in fits and starts, brief flashes of static and the occasional burst of noise, shuffling mostly. Eventually the whole thing comes together and the first thing anybody gets is a screen full of blue feathers. Whoops. Looks like somebody's still trying to work the Omegawatch.

After a couple more seconds, the mass of fuzz moves away to reveal a tiny bird in a dress. Y'know, in case everything seemed coherent to you so far.]

Boss. Hey, Boss! We're on!

Wuzzat? Well gimme the watch, ya overgrown featherduster!

[The view shifts again, this time to everybody's favorite rabble-rousing cyborg lounging one one of the Omegabase's many leather couches and snacking on something crunchy and unidentifiable. She is, as always, sporting a tremendous shit-eating grin.]

Howdy do, Omegafreaks! Seein' as how I helped ya sadsacks with that transmitter junk-

And you woulda helped a whole lot more if it weren't for those dorks, right boss?

Shut it! [Ahem hem. Going against the usual Peacock form, she actually takes a second to compose herself before going on.]

Aaaanyhow, since I did my part in smashin' up those chumpbots, figgered I'd go ahead an' introduce myself. The name's Peacock. Y'know, like the bird? And I, ah, [She pauses momentarily to drag out an enormous list from somewhere behind her back.] I like cartoons, junk food, long walks on the beach, and bustin' heads! So if any'a you meatballs wanna throw down, ya know where to find me.

[She crosses her legs and keeps munching on... whatever that is, while the feed keeps running. And running. And running. Until...]

Izzat all, boss?

Wha--? Of course that's all! Whaddaya think I'm pausin' for effect?! Turn it off before I go over an' do it myself, nimrod!

[And just like that, the whole thing clicks off.]

familiar_fox

Have you ever pondered trap doors? A strange concept in this day and age. Um, however, this is not just one of my normal ponderings - else I'd speak of a Bards' lyrics.

[The video feed is rather dark, outside Venture High. Velasquez looks rather beaten, but she's got a small smile on her face. She's in her normal, human-like form with a silly, awkward smirk.]

I am the hero of this small section of the story we call life. For, you see, er...

I'll just bring up the pictures.

[A pause, as suddenly - pictures of a transmitter - a large radar-dish like one, around 10 feet tall - are shown over the network, surrounded by a crowd of Deviobots! Velasquez continues to speak as the pictures are shown, blurry and clearly hastily taken. Velasquez had gotten down there, freaked out, taken pictures - and gotten shot at a few times.]

While everybody was rushing to look up high, I pondered the timing of this announcement. At the, um, beginning of Summer V-Vacation. And I thought they might be there - where nobody would look? So I started to smell around - and-and I smelled that familiar scent. Of darkness.

[...A pause.]

After breaking in, I went down below. Deep, deep below. And under where people would gather for assemblies or games of fun [in other words, the gymnasium], I-I found it. A Trap Door, the dust from the school the only thing moved to show it was there.

But I am no hero - I am but a simple familiar. I cannot get to it myself. Um. May I ask for help? I can lead. You can follow.

((OOC: Yup! This is mod approved - Velasquez has found the transmitter beacon! Feel free to use this as a mingle because lol my RP drive.))

saxappeal

[Sometime at night, say... 9 o'clock PM on a Saturday, some lively jazz is being broadcast all over the Omeganetwork. Anybody with even half of a brain can pinpoint it to The Gold Mill's live weekly shows, with the sheer volume suggesting that whoever's left their watch on is probably somewhere in the front row.

Patrons to the club might recognize the saxophonic stylings of Ben Birdland, but anybody listening in over the waves would more likely recognize him as the 2-ton mass of brass, Big Band. Seems he's off duty, working a sax in his spare time.

Feel free to bug him over the network (though he probably won't respond until after he leaves), or even in person if you happen to be around. Just... try not to interrupt the band, or else there might be repercussions.]

zerotodoro

[Private]
( A message to outer space )

[Public, Venture Park and other places in the city]

[He clicks on his cap, turning on the invisibility barrier before he steps out of the bushes - slowly breathing in the fresh air - nice sunny day, not too dry and not too hot. Perhaps he can keep an eye out on that explosive device, though Dororo doubts a criminal would hide such a thing in a heavily used park.

His thoughts were disrupted by a man shouting - yelling about his camera being stolen as another man ran by the invisible alien who then bolted after the thief]

That isn't yours!

[To observers it looks as if something slammed against the thief from the side, knocking him off balance - the camera flies from his hand and floats away before landing gently on the ground right in front of the owner's feet]

Dishonest living only leads to unfortunate ends.

Toya!

[The Keronian teleports away - chiding himself for carelessly risking exposure, but yet he could not just stand by. But despite this, through out the rest of the day there's been reports of an invisible protector stopping pickpockets and thieves all over the city with objects floating right back to their rightful owners]

getoutofmylab

A
[audio post]

Ah... So, in a competitive system where each individual begins with the same opportunities and outcome is influenced only by skill and motivation to succeed - but success is necessarily attained at the expense of others - what characteristics would disqualify an individual from competing altogether?

I ask out of curiosity, as the conditions of a certain ongoing contest seem to parallel those of the world at large. People tend to characterize those who fail to participate in society as lazy or degenerate, but in reality it is the collective that decides whether an individual may compete - and that decision generally has little to do with ability.

My hypothesis is that human beings are not actually comfortable with participating in such a system, but must be convinced and trained to do so. Rejecting those who, for whatever reason, do not fit the competitive model is part of that process.

B
[ action post, later, at the Gold Mill ]

Sherri didn't go much for dancing, but he did enjoy orchestras and jazz music. More than that, the jazz club was a good place to sit and think about recent events with just the right amount of distraction. In any case, the atmosphere seems perfect for slightly-melancholy contemplation and being mysterious while wearing a snazzy suit. If anyone approaches him they will find that he is quite open to company, though.

C
[ less mundane action post, even later, anywhere in the city ]

Someone might have taken that audio post as an invitation - or perhaps they just really wanted to offer some intellectual criticism in the form of punching. Hopefully they won't forget to keep their crit (re)constructive!

knows_your_name

[The feed reveals an older looking gentleman with blue skin and white hair. His clothes are shabby and he’s wearing a large travelling backpack. If you listen, you can hear the sound of the occasional car passing by. Looks like he’s somewhere on the outskirts of the city.]

Ah, good, it’s working! Hello, I’m.. mm, well, I’ll get to that in a second.

I’m not an Omega Friend, first of all. I’m sort of on a.. “trial period”, I guess you could say... I don’t actually have full control of my powers yet. But that’s why I came here! I’m going to be studying and practicing magic, and I have a better chance learning here than anywhere else! I’m hoping that one day I can join you all in making this city- and the world- a safer place!

Until then... I’m going to be doing the best I can. My name is Simon, but most people know of me as the Ice King.

[He's got a collection of the news clippings and video footage of himself. He knows he's got some slight infamy as a villain.]

I’d prefer not to get into the details right now, but my powers tend to make me lose control of myself.. I believe that it can be harnessed, somehow, but I'll try to keep out of everyone's way until I can get the hang of it. I apologize in advance if I ever do or say anything out of line before that.

[Oof. Not the best first impression, but he's gotta be honest about all of this.]

You can reach me on my guest watch if you have any questions or concerns! I'll answer what I can.

magistermentium

[Tonight, a large crowd is lined up outside The Illumination Theatre, as is the case almost every Saturday evening. The posters outside advertise what's brought them all here; "The Mind-Bending Illusionist Who Twists Reality Before Your Eyes!" and "An Act Beyond Your Wildest Dreams!" as well as the marquee, which reads "BILL CIPHER: THE MASTER OF MENTAL MAGIC." The show is sold out, something which it usually has no difficulty accomplishing.
At quarter to six they're lead inside to the lobby, and then at six o'clock sharp, into the theatre proper.
At precisely 6:18 PM, the lights dim. The audience grows quiet, and finally the man himself, the one they've all come to see, steps out onto the stage.]

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages, what you are about to experience are not ordinary feats of what you call "magic" or "illusion"! No pulling rabbits out of hats here, folks! Tonight, you will all be ENLIGHTENED! It's time to destroy the barrier of your mind! Repeat after me...
Triangulum, entangulum...
Veneforis dominus ventium...
Veneforis venetisarium!

[The captivated crowd does as they're told, repeating the phrase out loud.
"Triangulum, entangulum...
Veneforis dominus ventium...
Veneforis venetisarium!"
What none of them realize is the moment the last syllable escape their lips, their eyes begin to glow. They start chanting backwards.
But all they see is a bright flash of light, and suddenly, the entire theatre loses all color, turning to monochrome as Bill's triumphant laughter echoes throughout.
What follows is a performance that goes above and beyond the limits of what most people would consider humanly possible.

The highlights include the theatre itself becoming a forest, with trees, greenery, and what even looks to be mountains in the distance popping up from nothing. A deer walks out, and with only a twist of his finger, its teeth are pulled directly out of its mouth and float over to Bill. He hands the teeth to a child in the front row of the audience, who seems rather disgusted but mesmerized nonetheless. With another gesture the teeth are returned to the deer, in an action like time moving backwards.
He shoots a laser from his finger, blowing a large hole directly through someone's chest, yet somehow leaving them entirely unharmed, despite the person next to them being able to put their hand directly through their torso. He asks someone to think of their favorite cartoon character, and with a snap of his fingers that character appears beside them, as if they'd popped right out of the TV. He calls someone up to the stage and asks them to do an impression of their favorite celebrity, as they physically transform into who they're impersonating. He calls up someone else, and as they're standing on stage they are lifted into the air by a floating platform shaped like their own head.
He sets himself on fire, covering himself in burning blue flames as though he was completely fireproof, then grows to enormous size, towering over the enraptured audience. And for the grande finale...
A massive triangular portal appears behind him, shooting off sparks as its center fills with light. Out of the portal emerges dozens of fantastical creatures that fill the theatre, including a sasquatch, "Manotaurs", a brain monster, a pterodactyl, giant spiders, giant bats, gnomes, a "Gremloblin", a "Hide Behind", a "Gobblewonker", mermaids and mermen, a "Multi-Bear", and a masked monster made of candy... many of which get right up close and personal with the audience.
Tipping his hat to the crowd, Bill leaves with one last enthusiastic remark.]

REMEMBER! REALITY IS AN ILLUSION, THE UNIVERSE IS A HOLOGRAM, BUY GOLD, BYEEE!!!

[He enters the portal himself, vanishing.
There is another brilliant flash. The audience suddenly opens their eyes and gasps, as though they've just awoken from a trance, or a dream. Everything is gone, everyone is back to normal, and the world is in color again.
Seconds later, the room erupts with mass cheering and roaring, thunderous applause.
We thank you for coming out and hope you've enjoyed the show tonight. Should you feel so inclined, come have a chat with Mr. Cipher! He's enjoying an after-show drink at the theatre bar, and he absolutely loves talking to his fans.]

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atruebeoulve

[Summer vacation was always a fun time, wasn't it?

Ramza, though, was... worried. This summer vacation would not give Ramza any more excuses. He wouldn't be able to spend his time studying - 'twas time to become a Beoulve.

So, on the Omegafriend Network? A text post comes though. Ramza isn't quite ready to show his face.]

Recently, Beoulve retired. But 'tis common - those older heroes may remember the one before him retiring as well. I am the newest Beoulve, as dictated by the methods they are chosen.

It is an honour to work with you. Though I'm young, I shall prove myself yet.

[A few moments pass, and another message soon appears.]

What does it mean to be a hero? 'Tis something I've wondered, raised among those who dedicate their lives to others.

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