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[Posted to Parley's rumblr account. No association with Mystery Lass. If you look at older posts, it's all just more of her talking about her life like a normal teenage girl might do.]

Well things have certainly been busy for me. I haven't had a chance to update here since I moved to America! (Sorry readers if you thought I had been eaten by wolves.) I'm staying with some friends of the family, the Myoudouins, in Venture City. They own this big kinda Japanese style Dojo and are all really serious about martial arts, it's actually pretty cool. Apparently the Dojo Master was really tight with my dad back in the day. He has two sons, Itsuki and Satsuki. Satsuki is sick and I don't see him around very often, but they both seem really chill, so that's cool.

My room here is weird. It's got those rectangular mats covering the floor that I can't remember the name of, and a futon instead of a proper bed. I've done what I can, though.

[Included is a selfie of Parley in her room. You can see the tatami mat floor in a few places, but by now she's got it covered in stuff. Comic books, regular books, clothes, video games, and all the other detritus that a person in the 21st century comes with. The walls have been coated with posters, mostly of female characters from movies and games looking cool. The only thing that might seem unusual is the sword leaning against the wall (in a scabbard), next to a fencing mask.]

As weird as it is to say it, I'm looking forwards to the school year. I'm having fun, but I don't really know that many people here.

So far America is really weird though. I haven't seen a single bald eagle (Itsuki said he saw one the other day, but I do not believe him.), nor have I been involved in any gunfights or highway chases. Hollywood has much to answer for. I HAVE almost been hit by cars twice now, though, because they all drive on the wrong side of the road! I've been warned that it's Independence Day (Or as we call it back home, "Ungrateful Day" ^_^), and that everyone is going to be a little flag crazy today. Hopefully I won't accidentally order tea instead of coffee and get mobbed. Wish me luck!

Okay that's all for now. This is Parley the great, signing off!

#Venture City #Travel #America

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.))

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.

duitagain

As summer has long settled in, the warm temperatures have been friendly towards Venture City's insect population. Warm weathers like these make them bolder and more numerous and no doubt even the heroes have had to contend with a mosquito bite or two. What may seem like a seasonal nuisance has given one supervillainous mind an ingenious idea for his own big heist.

Scattered across the city streets are robotic insects, small, yet strong enough to lift a wallet or valuable from anyone's pocket and fly off with it, programmed to gather at the rooftop of a random skyscraper. Dr. Nefarious, their robotic master, is lounging on top of a pool resting chair, sipping oil from a tall glass as the insects' loot piles behind him.

Lawrence, his long-suffering butler, stands by Nefarious.

"Ahh, Lawrence, for all the years I've lived, I'm telling you, the only way to beat the heat wave is with a crime wave!"

"Very good, sir. I can see you've spent all night coming up with that one."

"At least knowing that my Nefarious Swarm is pillaging the city under its very own nose is distracting me from remembering Devious being out there, stealing my thunder..." A pause. "... Great, it's all coming back to me!" he yells. Getting up from his seat, he stomps over to the edge of the skyscraper and throws his glass down at the streets. "Lawrence! Another glass! I'm going to make this vacation work even if it kills everyone else."

takaradical

[Golden Tiger is not, by any means, a brilliant strategist. He does, on the other hand, have two years experience maneuvering around boardrooms, and that's taught him more than a few things. The first being that when an opportunity presents itself, you take it. So with the spandex squad all in a tizzy after Doctor Doofus's little song and dance, now's the perfect time to get out there and make a name for himself in this town.

It comes to the surprise of almost no one when a giant robot crab comes crashing through the wall of the Venture City Central Bank, trailed by a regular platoon of hired thugs. The Tiger himself is on the scene, of course, standing atop that crushing crustacean, arms folded. The room erupts in chaos. A few security guards try and rush the goons, but they're mowed down in seconds. Tiger just laughs and swishes his coat, letting the speakers in his mask carry his voice through the building.]

Alright, nobody make a move! This here is a robbery. Take everything ya got and dump it all in the bags. Everything for the Golden Tiger!

[On cue, the thugs hold out a collection of burlap sacks, some of which have dollar signs painted on them. Need to shoot for authenticity here.]

Don't forget about those safety deposit boxes, too! C'mon people, let's hustle!

[One by one, the tellers, guards, and even some of the patrons step up and start to unload cold hard cash into the bags. So many supervillains swing by this place, they all know the procedure by now. Everything's going just as planned. If one of those rubes in tights showed up, everything would fall to pieces.

That'd just be awful, right?

Right.]

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sebastiancafe

Sebastian's Cael Cafe, 10 AM

The kid had to admit, he'd much prefer to hunt down this Dr. Devious woman. But he had business to attend to this morning: The Cafe. While the morning rush was over, everyone was at work at this point, there was still plenty of people in the cafe. Mostly people who liked to call themselves writers while looking over blank screens and talking about ideas. I'll admit I don't know what kind of writers those are, I'd just assume they are being ironic by not writing anything. The Kid though had a business to run and he was pretty good at it. He'd probably attend to the business concerning the other heroes until later. He had managed to get a decent night manager, but for the morning it was him and his employees.

The Kid though did have a tendency to attract different heroes to his place anyways despite people not knowing The Kid's real name. So not knowing who was the black shirted, white haired stripling keeping the business of the work in order. Though the fact he served a special selection of drinks that could boost even a normal person's powers probably was attractive to everyone. Though a superhero would have to prove their status to get access to the full power drink selection. I taught the Kid most of them, but he had certainly been creative to make a business out of it and try to make more.

Though he did post something to the Omagefriends network.

"Heroes, need a boost for your fight or search for the device? Come over to the Cael Cafe. It's where I get my boost for my fights against evil."-The Kid posted to the Omagefriend network.

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