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Emergence 2.11 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Zeke crouched low, the familiar warmth of his power surging through his body. It tingled under his skin, a soothing, electric sensation that sent a thrill down his spine. As he straightened, his body shot up into the air, propelled by something more than

Lag 6.18 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – May 15, 2011 9:50 AM Docks - North Sparky kicked off from the ground, his skateboard connecting with the worn asphalt of the docks' back streets. The docks were still and quiet as they usually were, the empty silence of the dead shipping area comforting in thei

Cutscene: Sparky – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ He feels it. The weakness. The cold. The darkness creeping in with each passing moment. His thoughts flit, flicker and fade as he sees lips below glowing eyes move, forming words he can't hear anymore. He opens his mouth. H- His heart stops. And the re

Where The Heart Is: Issue I – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ Grace Veder Morning breakfast in the Veder household was something of a longstanding tradition, one that the matriarch of the small family took a great deal of pride in and nearly as much effort into. At one point, it had been a warm affair

Cutscene: Tinker Toys Roughly a 3k word update. Should be done at about 12 or 13k words. Colin leaned forward over his workstation, his chair adjusting around him automatically with the motion, as he shuffled through the collection of scrambled writings in front of him. One hand cupped his chin, two

Cutscene: Taken III – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ The thing in Sparky’s hand wasn’t even a chair leg anymore. Half of one at best, it was a jagged and broken thing that would be better thrown away, not even useful as a scrap of wood. As a chair leg, it was worthless. As a weapon, it was… probably n

"Good Morning Metropolis" Cap and Zeke are on a talk show while the team is at the beach. Zeke uncomfortable New costume Stars added to his outfit A short jacket with vague military designs. More white Wearing a blue visor that hid his identity Captain Atom looking calm and fielding most of the ques

Lag 6.2 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ Being back in school was, somehow, a thrilling and boring experience simultaenously, Greg mused. After a week of being around just his mom and certain other people, it was honestly a treat to just see other people his age in a pressure-free, non-family environm

Emergence 2.8 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ HAPPY HARBOR, RHODE ISLAND August 1, 2010 12:58 EDT “Ready for training, everyone?” That had been the start of it all, Black Canary asking that simple question moments after making her way into the Cave with Martian Manhunter at her side. Canary strode ov

Emergence 2.7 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ HAPPY HARBOR, RHODE ISLAND July 28, 2010 9:22 EDT He wasn’t surprised when Conner walked out to watch him. Not really. Conner often seemed to behave a lot younger than the age he looked, spurred along by his curiosity more than anything else. The half-Kry

Mob 5.17 A thought preceded everything else. [Inventory.] His mouth opened, lips forming the first letter as his pyrokinesis flared to life in the same palm he held at his side; blue fractals of light already beginning to appear on his fingertips. His body shifted imperceptibly, leaning forward as h

Emergence 2.6 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Salt Flats July 25, 2010 13:21 MDT Robin glanced over at Psycho Pirate mid-backflip in shock, Kid Flash running past him with the villain’s golden mask in his grasp along with the plutonium, as an angrily screaming Genesis launched himself at the psychic,

Emergence 2.4 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ Santa Prisca July 22, 8:15 ECT Seriously, Zeke thought to himself, a mental groan sounding off in his head, why am I the only one bringing up the fact that there are so many things wrong with this? His hands fell to his sides in utter frustration as he co

Mob 5.12 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ There was something to be said for the cathartic effects of screaming your lungs raw. The act was, at its very core, an emotional outburst of unfocused rage with the simple purpose of venting a harmful emotion. No words could express anger with as much purity

Mob 5.10 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ April 19, 2011 5:12 PM -258 [Critical Hit] Status Effect: Cracked Ribs His mouth was open in a silent gasp, blue eyes wide with pain as Greg struggled to process the situation. The ground had vanished under his feet before he could even blink and all Greg coul

Emergence 2.3 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ Santa Prisca July 22, 8:15 ECT “You know, I kinda have a bad feeling about this mission,” Zeke whispered loudly, voice nearly that of his regular volume as he and the team — sans Aqualad — made their way past a powerful waterfall. The words left his mouth

Mob 5.9 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ April 18, 2011 1:21 PM The gangster adjusted his aim and Greg made his move, quickly dashing to the side in a feat of speed that could only be described as blatantly superhuman. His sudden movement came not a moment too soon as a sound of thunder jarred the blo

Mob 5.7 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – “I'm sorry. It's just...” “I love you…” “Greg… sweetheart…” “I love you…” “I'm worried that if I don't hold on, you'll just… run away…” “My worst nightmare…” “You're all I have left.” “I'm sorry… for everything…” 00:00​ "Mo-!" – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – April

Mob 5.6 April 17, 2011 3:28 PM It was an explosion unlike Brockton Bay had ever seen. Not for its sheer destructive power, of course. With no actual fire or thermic component to it, the bomb was never going to topple buildings or scar a landscape. No, this bomb traded raw destruction for sheer carna