Log:Intro Riptide

2013/04/22 	 Scrapper Toby Psiforce|Maxwell Riptide Anthony Quinn 1

Champions Mush - Monday, April 22, 2013, 4:37 PM

Bridgend

''Bridgend is an upmarket coastal stretch, between the port to the north and the yacht club to the south, where several main roads meet: Golden Sands Road from the southwest, Ming Street from Chinatown, Bridge Road from Sandy Bottoms Island, and Wharf Street, running roughly parallel to the shore. Some more prominent businesses have warehouses here, but expensive houses and nice cafes, restaurants and shops are more common. The spectacular arch of the bridge to the island guarantees these businesses always have a good tourist trade. ''

Toby finds herself sitting on one of the pillars of the bridge, just kind of looking out at the city, smiling. She seems to be in a pretty good mood-though, she's normally in a pretty good mood.

Scrapper is strolling across the bridge from Sandy Bottoms Island, enjoying the weather in black tank top and jeans. She pauses on the bridge to look out over the water and happens to glance down.

Scrapper says, "Oh, hello. I haven't seen you in a while."

Toby 

''Before you is what seems to be an otherwise human, 18-year old girl with some odd features. This short, 2'5 girl most noticeably has pink skin, no breasts, and a thin monkey-like tail. In addition, her ears are pointed, her hair a darker pink, and her eyes purple. And her bare feet have only three toes, but they are all equally large. ''

''She wears typical summer clothing (sans shoes), and carries a small bag. ''

Toby looks up, and offers a wave, "Hey there. Yeah, it has. How have you been?" Toby seems intent on staying on that pillar for the moment.

Scrapper says, "well, taller for one."

Maxwell comes walking along the street heading for the coffee shop. He is humming a bit to himself and pulls his suit jacket a bit closer. He glances around for a moment.

"Taller?" Toby asks, looking up, and then jumping up, stumbling a bit after she lands, but keeping her balance. Toby looks up at Scrapper, "...Huh, what happened while I was away?" Toby doesn't look surprised, just curious. She doesn't seem to acknowledge Maxwell's presence at this time.

Scrapper vaults over the rail and plummets toward the water, but abruptly comes to a halt when she arrives where Toby stands on the pylon. Looking down at the much smaller woman from her new height, she pauses to let Toby take her new appearance in and then says with a smirk, "And here I was worried something radical was going to happen to *you*."

Maxwell does notice those over by the bridge, but then he is trained to notice things. He does get a little curious and heads over that way.

Toby nods, and shrugs. "So what happened to you? So sort of growth spurt or something?"

Scrapper laughs, "Something like that. I'm really eighteen. I just didn't look it when you first met me."

Maxwell 

''This young man stands just under six feet in height. He appears to be in his early twenties though it is hard to tell. He looks a bit thin and slightly frail, though just on the exterior, who knows what may lay underneath. He has short brown hair and hazel eyes that seem to be a bit more blue. His skin is a bit pale, probably doesn't spend a lot of time out in the sun. He isn't bad looking. He might not be quite what one would call handsome, but he definitely is attractive. ''

''He is wearing a pair of grey dress slacks, white socks and a pair of black loafers. A white dress shirt is tucked into his pants which are held up by a white belt. He has a suit jacket of the same grey as the pants that wraps around his chest. He has a backpack resting over one shoulder that looks definitely out of place. ''

Maxwell looks over at the two as he gets closer, "Hello." he says softly, "Everything ok?" he asks as he gets closer, though he does hold back just a bit.

There's a fair few shops in this area, especially shops that have to deal with tourism and also the ocean. Out of one of those shops that sells surfing and scuba supplies steps Riptide. He's wearing a 'shorty' style wetsuit, all black, no colors, just a very basic model. Long white hair is pushed out of his face to cascade down his back and he is saying over his shoulder to the shopkeeper, "This is what surface dwellers wear to swim?" He asks curiously, looking over himself and then plucks at the tight material briefly looking a bit uncertain.

Scrapper floats back up and sits on the rail. With an embarrassed smile, she says to Maxwell, "Oh. Sorry. I'm fine."

Riptide 

''This man stands out in a crowd partly due to his coloration as most people don't have purple skin. Nor do they typically have pure white hair, which looks like it's never been cut a day in his life. Even the tattoos which look like a meld between celtic knots and african tribal designs, while they help aren't the most stand out thing about him, they're also white on his purple skin. It's his eyes, wide and almondine in shape they are canted at an angle similar to those of Asian descent but are not narrow in the slightest. They're also liquid pools of light, glowing with phosphorescence. His ears when they can be seen are pointed, almost webbed like a small fin. Even with all that he's still mostly human, and an incredibly handsome if exotic one at that with proud regal features, angular jaw and cheekbones, high forehead, and full expressive lips. When he speaks it's clear English is not his first language, but his accent is impossible to place. It's simply... off. ''

''Physically he is impressive, reaching just shy of seven feet tall he is a big man both in height and width, but also in bearing without an ounce of fat on him. Much of his purple skin is on display as he wears a 'shortcut' wetsuit. The black material hugs him close almost like a second skin leaving his impressive physique on display. If it weren't for the purple skin from the neck down he appears identical to humans both in proportion and function. The wetsuit leaves his shoulders and arms bare allowing for the bands of white tattoos on his biceps, wrists, and around his neck to be seen. From mid-thigh down his legs are unfettered and he doesn't wear anything on his feet. ''

(OOC: Striking Appearance +3) 

Scrapper looks past Maxwell at the seven foot tall purple man with the white tattoos trying on a scuba suit and mutters, "Well, that's new."

"Right. Well, congrads?" Toby offers, shrugging. Toby surrounds herself with pink light, and heads back up to the bridge, and looks to Maxwell, "Yeah, we're fine." Soon after though, Toby seems to have her attention drawn by the purple man. "...Huh..." She mutters, looking at him.

Maxwell does turn himself and glances towards who they are looking at and raises a brow. He looks back towards the pair, "Well okay then, just checking. Forgot how common some things were in town." he shakes his head, "Take a medical leave and see what happens."

Purple or not, Riptide doesn't fly, but he stands out all on his own just by size alone. Let alone the purple skin, white hair, and softly luminescent white eyes. He's still pulling at the short scuba suit clearly not used to it yet. As he heads back towards the water he catches sight of the pink glow and looks in that direction, catching sight of flying people, and... things. He blinks once, but stops, like a deer in the headlights, or like he's not sure which way to go yet.

Quinn comes dropping down from the skies above, riding on two tongues of flame that project from the bottoms of his boots. His armored suit is new, though it retains the general lines of his previous combat suit. He balances on a column of thrust for a moment before cutting the jets and dropping the last foot or two to the ground. "Hey Toby. Scrapper," he says, giving a wave of a gauntleted hand.

Toby nods at Maxwell, lands on the bridge, and looks back over at the Purple Man. At least, she does until Q shows up. Offering a wave to Q, she smiles, "Hey there, it's been a while."

"Yeah, been a little busy with some side projects," Quinn says to Toby to explain his apparent absence. "After a bit of a snafu with my exploration suit I decided I needed to untangle some of the circuitry in my armor. Started out as an overhaul but in the end it just ended up being easier to rebuild it from the ground up."

Maxwell turns and watches Quinn for a moment, "I take it you are...on the good side?" he asks and then looks around at the others for a moment. Boy he has been out of things too long.

As Quinn makes his arrival Riptide stops his trip to the water and moves over towards the bridge instead. He moves at a curious casual pace leaping across the street in a single bound so that he can head down the bridge and towards the gathering of other special types.

Toby looks a like sad, and notes, "Well, I'd love to stay and chat but, I have somewhere I need to be so...yeah." And with that, Toby's body glows brightly with pink light, before /whoosh/, she takes of in a streak of pink light, heading towards wherever it is that she was going.

Quinn turns to address Maxwell. "When I'm able to," he responds. His mask pushes forward and a hiss of compressed air momentarily escapes before the mask slides up and back to reveal his features. "Anthony Quinn," he says, extending a gloved hand to Maxwell.

Maxwell nods his head and reaches over to take the hand and give it a shake, "Ah, okay, I think I understand more," he says and smiles, "Maxwell Johnson, also known as Psiforce now and again." he says, "CSI amongst other things." he smiles and glances over towards the others, watching the one with the pink glow slip off.

"Pleased to meet you," Quinn says, casting a glance over at the approaching purple gentleman. "That was Toby who just took off," he adds.

Q 

''At roughly six and a half feet tall Q wears a battle suit of advanced design. Sleek and aerodynamic his armor is a highly polished black with a silver faceplate. Twin eye slits glow with a bright blue light within the highly reflective faceplate giving the armor at least minimal facial characteristics when the faceplate is not retracted. ''

''The armor is in the basic design of a classical hardsuit as opposed to being designed of a flexible material though its articulation seems to allow for excellent mobility. Centered in the middle of the chest is what seems to be almost a circular window which gives view to an eerie sight, the Q-Drive. Energy swirls within the Q-Drive in patterns that cause the eyes to hurt if you stare at them for too long and seems to brighten and dim like some sort of pulse. Surrounding the Q-Drive is a broken circle which glows with a bright blue light and contains the emitters for the shockwave blast and thunderclap charge as well as the holographic projector and spotlight. Feeding outward from the ring are lines which clearly carry energy throughout the suit, energizing the various systems and glowing with the same blue light. ''

''Small circular emitters sit on the back of each gauntlet containing the circuitry for the neural blast systems. The gauntlets themselves are slightly oversized with a slight bubble shape along their backs and snap open at a mental command to reveal the smartwave missiles inside. Larger emitters sit in the palms of each gauntlet housing the emitters for the force bolts, utility lasers, and his often used quantum bolts. ''

Scrapper smiles at Quinn. "Hey! New suit?"

When Toby flies off Riptide blinks his wide eyes and then frowns. His attention wanders back over towards the remaining three though and continues to approach. "Your dive suit. It is not a type I am familiar with." He says directly to Quinn, no hi, no how are you doing, nothing like that. Not even an introduction.

Maxwell nods and smiles, "A pleasure. I am a psychic if you ever need one for some reason, I can be reached through the police department." he says and then raises a brow for a moment, "I am skilled with healing, sorry meant to mention that, it can come in handy, healing with my mind." he seems almost to be babbling. He looks over at Riptide for a moment and raises a brow.

Quinn smiles and nods to Scrapper. "Started off trying to make some tweaks," he says, "and the next thing I knew I had pretty much stripped it down all the way to the frame. Overhauled the sensors and adjusted some of the emitters," he adds. "I was able to incorporate the laser design from the exploration suit and even added something new." He raises a fist and the casing for his gauntlet springs open, revealing a pair of small missiles. "It's a custom design," he says to Riptide with a bit of a grin.

Scrapper thinks .oO (Not shy. That's a plus.)

Scrapper says, "You three know each other?"

Quinn shakes his head in answer to Scrapper's question. "Not really," he says, "other than the introductions Mr. Johnson just made."

Riptide does not look alarmed at the missile display, instead he simply observes, studying, "It looks fragile. No more than one kilometer depth. Unless you have force field reinforcement perhaps?" He hmms thoughtfully and then looks over towards the other two and nods politely enough but he starts to walk around Quinn, studying the suit in detail. "I am called Riptide." He finally says in introduction. No, he is not shy.

Scrapper shakes her head when Quinn doesn't get the hint and introduces herself. "I'm Joanne Hopewell. Jo to most everybody that hasn't seen me in a fight."

Quinn chuckles a little at Riptide's comment. "It can go a bit deeper than that," he says, "but if I need to go that deep I'd usually change into my exploration suit. It's good down past 6000 meters and is equipped with a better life support system and sonar." Finally catching Jo's clue he extends a hand to Riptide, the housings around the missiles snapping shut. "Anthony Quinn," he says. "Pleased to meet you."

Riptide looks down at the hand and then reaches out with both hands to take Quinn's hand and lifts it up, "Do you wish me to check the seal on your dive suit?" He asks curiously, checking for any breaks seriously but then he lets the suit go distracted by the name apparently, "Two names. Both of you?" He looks back and forth between Scrapper and Q, "Strange." He says to himself more than anyone else. At least he's not checking Q's suit anymore. "That is a good depth for a suit. I have seen the ocean crush suits before. It is not pretty."

Maxwell cocks his head to the side as he looks at Riptide and then back over at the others and nods and smiles, "A pleasure to meet you both." he says to Scrapper and Riptide since those are the who he hasn't met since he had already introduced himself to Q.

Scrapper says to Riptide, "Given name followed by family name. So, my mother was Judy Hopewell." To Maxwell, she adds, "How long do these healings take?"

"Well, I made it for Enceladus," Quinn says, as if that should somehow explain things. "The pressure beneath the ice there is pretty intense." He puts the hand away as he says to Riptide, "I'm guessing you aren't native to these parts."

Lia leaves Bridgend and enters MagLev System.

Scrapper says, "Only if you are going swimming in water uncomfortably cold."

Quinn laughs a bit as Riptide demonstrates his wetsuit. "I'm not exactly dressed like most of the people you will meet," he explains to Riptide. "You'll find more people dressed like Mr. Johnson here." He gives a nod as Scrapper talks about the wetsuit. "Yeah. That's not exactly the normal thing people would wear, either," he explains. "Not unless they are swimming in cold water."

"The cold does not bother me, not even in the depths or the arctic." Riptide says with a shrug, "But the clothing he wears is not suitable either. To restrictive in the water." He explains. "More I wanted something that would be acceptable in the water, and out, for your society. Strange perhaps, but then, I am strange to your people, as your people are strange to me. It has been a long time since one of my people has walked on dry land."

Quinn nods once more. "Yeah," he says. "You probably wouldn't find anyone trying to swim in his clothes, but we don't tend to spend very much time in the water, so when we do we usually wear special clothing designed for it. You might find that wetsuit getting rather hot if you walk around with it for too long. They aren't really meant for that."

Scrapper says, "How about my outfit? Is that too restrictive too? If so, there's always a spandex body suit or just a thong." Looking to the other guys, she says "What? He's got the skin and build for either.""

"Heat also does not bother me." Riptide explains, "Your concern is noted however and I appreciate your kindness." He smiles and then asks a damning question, "What is a thong?" Completely serious.

Scrapper says, "An outfit that covers the bare minimum society requires a male to have covered."

Maxwell looks at Scrapper and then shrugs, "Depends on the extent of the injuries. Its for all intents and purposes using surgery with my mind. I can do a lot with it. I am a certified doctor, neuro surgeon even." he smiles a little and then blinks.

Scrapper pulls up her shirt and shows Maxwell her belly, the taught muscles are covered in little puncture wounds, like she grabbed ahold of a porcupine. However, instead of bleeding wounds, bandages or even scabs, each hole has been patched with a tiny blob of some kind of purple glass-like substance, possibly with other colors mixed in.

Scrapper says by way of explanation, "I have them on my chest too. I tackled a goblin."

"Didn't you have your force field up?" Quinn asks Scrapper, wincing slightly at the sight of her wounds.

Maxwell raises a brow and nods, "Well I can try to do something, it could hurt because those...patches are going to be torn and pushed out." he is eying that. "That is an interesting...poultice."

"I see." Riptide says and then shrugs, "We shall see, this should do for now should I need to change it for some reason I may consider one of these Thongs if they are acceptable." He then looks over Jo's clothing again, "I do not know, it depends on how well you can move when the material is wet. I am not familiar with your fabrics." Then he looks at the wounds being displayed, "A goblin sounds most disagreeable."

Scrapper says, "Yeah, I was protected" with a yes-father tone. "That's why they don't have exit wounds and I just look like a walked into a non-poisonous bee hive."

Maxwell steps over next to Scrapper and offers her his hand. "It shouldn't take but a moment, the wounds do not look that serious."

"Must have been pretty nasty to punch through your force field at all," he says.

Scrapper takes Maxwell's hand. "Let me know what you are going to do before you do it. You start groping 'wounds' unannounced, especially up here (pointing to her chest with her other hand) and I slug you."

Riptide falls silent to look at Maxwell and Scrapper curiously, especially at the mention of a force field. "I was under the impression that surface worlders are fragile... not having force fields." He admits.

Maxwell shakes his head, "I only need to hold your hand." he says as he closes his eyes for a moment and channels his psychic energy into her body. This isn't something as serious as organ damage or broken bones so its mostly just stimulating the tissues to speed healing. He opens his eyes, "You might get a little hungry, as it does take some energy from your body to do that."

Little beads drop off Scrapper's skin, leaving unblemished skin behind. The beads shatter when they hit the ground but then evaporate until nothing is left. Scrapper takes a deep breath and sighs. "That's nice," she says. "Like getting rid of a whole bunch of paper cuts."

"In general they don't," Quinn replies to Riptide. "Humans are a pretty diverse group, however. There's a lot of theories about how metagene expression works and why it is occurring now, but we've got isolated incidents of people with all sorts of abilities." As an addendum he adds, "Biology isn't really my strong suit, though."

Scrapper says, "Suffice to say, I'm not average."

Maxwell shakes his head, "Some have some don't." he says and nods to Scrapper, "That should help." he says, "I can do quite a bit, set and heal bones, even internal injuries and head trauma, though of course if I wasn't a neurologist too I wouldn't try."

Riptide smiles at Scrapper, "I do not know average." he admits, "Until recently, all I knew of your people was recovered from ship wrecks. Magazines mostly. Books. Your media does not endure water well, let alone freezing water and pressure at the depths I am comfortable with."

A dark angry cloud settles over Scrapper's expression as she slowly pulls her hand back and asks, "Head trauma? So can you 'fix' memories too?"

Maxwell shakes his head, "With time possibly, though something like that unless its bad guy would be with consent only."

Riptide frowns, "That is allowed? Such a thing would be considered a violation most base and foul to my people. Even criminals have rights in my world."

Quinn turns from his conversation with Riptide to watch Scrapper and Maxwell for a moment.

Scrapper says, "No one is bad enough to have their life torn from them," Scrapper says emphatically, but with calm ice. Then she sighs, relaxes and says, "Remember that.""

Maxwell shakes his head, "No you said fix, and that is what I was referring to, restoring or repairing damaged memories. Changing or altering memories is wrong unless its with the person's consent and being done to aid in Severe trauma." he shakes his head, "There are laws, and as I do work for the Police Department, as well as I took oaths when I became a doctor." he shakes his head.

Turning his attention back to Quinn, Riptide smiles, "I am not a geneticist either. The science caste would likely know more or at least be able to have educated conversation

Scrapper nods, smiles and then turns her gaze off Maxwell, "So, about getting this guy in a thong..."

- about the subject." Riptide admits, then he looks over towards Scrapper and hmmms, "You have strong feelings about right and wrong. This is good, something every warrior should have so that power cannot be abused." He then pauses, "Thongs again? I am comfortable at this time in what I am wearing."

Quinn chuckles a bit as Scrapper returns once more to the thong song. "All right, I'm going to have to get going," he says to the assembled group. He turns to Riptide and says, "If you need a place to stay and some help getting acclimatized come by Quinn Tower. I've got a couple of apartments set aside for people who need them while they're getting their bearings." He gives a nod to Scrapper. "I think she can help you get there if you need it," he adds.

Scrapper digs around in her pockets while she asks Maxwell, "Have you ever considered working for the Undermoon embassy?" They have a physician on staff, of course, but tend to rely a bit too much on magic sometimes. A fresh approach might do them good and show that we aren't all brutes."

Riptide looks towards Quinn and shakes his head, "No thank you. I will return to the sea when I need to. The surface is not my home, I am... visiting." He smiles, "You are generous however, and I thank you again." He looks over towards Scrapper and then Maxwell as they talk of embassy's and whatnot. "Magic is useful, but science is also useful. A people should not focus on one over the other."

Scrapper finds a few scraps of paper and a stub of a pencil in a pocket and scribbles down the phone number of the embassy switchboard. Handing it to Maxwell, she says, "The person you need to talk to is Princess Stephanie. Tell her I recommended an interview but not an immediate placement." She adds on another scrap the adress of Quinn tower and another phone number. Handing the second scrap to Riptide, she says, "that is the address to Quinn tower. Show it to anyone and they can probably acquire directions. The number is my phone number. I'll let you figure out what to do with that."

Quinn gives a nod to Riptide's polite refusal. "Find it helps when people unfamiliar with our customs and are capable of lifting trucks don't have to wander around the city looking for a place to say," he says in way of an explanation for his apparent generosity. And with that his facemask drops back into place and he gives everyone a quick wave. "Nice meeting the two of you and good to see you as well, Jo. Take care," he says and with that he once more takes to the air.

Riptide takes the piece of paper out of politeness more than anything else, at least until Scrapper says something about her number. He smiles at that, his slightly glowing eyes actually brightening a bit more. "Oh, like in video's, where the woman gives the man her phone number and he is to call yes? I will have to ask how to work a phone from someone and make use of this."

Scrapper blushes a bit and mutters, "Yeah, something like that." Then also takes to the air before she can make a bigger fool of herself.

Riptide blinks as Scrapper flies off after blushing and then he looks over at Maxwell, "Did I do something wrong?" He asks the other man, "I am unfamiliar with your people's customs." Duh.

Scrapper forms a bubble of that same purple stuff around her as she flies toward Sandy Bottoms Island and the Undermoon embassy to the east.

Maxwell shakes his head, "No I think that she was departing." he says and nods his head, "It was nice to meet you."