Log:Dr Fogg—Supervillain!

2019/10/25

Grimm Jonas Wilde Horizon Lincoln Linda Mercury Radical Dr Fogg

1

It's late Thursday morning during term time, and a busy time on campus. Students are making their way from one lecture to another, or heading off to grab a coffee, or just sitting in the (on and off) sunshine, though it's a bit chilly at the moment. A completely normal day.

Connor is in a break time. He had just finished teaching his classes for the day...and his office hours don't start for another hour or so. So he heads outside with his coat on, just to enjoy the fall weather.

A student from another education facility entirely is here, having an appointment with the culture and arts supervisor regarding a sculpture she had donated to provide her with options as to its placement and any information she may want to add. Accompanied by Jonas Wilde, Karin Glucksburg navigates her way through the grounds.

Grimm has a break between classes, sitting on a bench and staring at a math exam. She's flunking and if she was good enough at math, she'd know even acing the final wouldn't bump her grade up enough. "...oh god, I can't take calculus -again-," she murmurs to herself, sitting on the table part of an outdoor bench/seating area.

Lincoln steps out on to the quad and heads off to grab a cup of coffee & to rush off to his last class of the day.

He is reading something on his PDA- the Millennium Legion Daily Docket, camouflaged with one of the many false document templates available to Legionnaires.

Linda is on campus to read a book in the CBSU library. Not being a student she cannot take it out but has to read it on site. As the moment she's taking a break and chilling in the student square.

The weather is taking a turn for the worse, it seems. Several patches of mist have appeared - which might not be so odd in the early hours, but is a bit unusual by the time,

Linda stands and works through the ambling students, carrying a cup of vending machine coffee is one hand. "Hi. You're from Colonial Heights aren't you. I'm sure I've seen you in school." she says on approaching Karin.

Brenda, a classmate of Grimm's, comes by. "Hey. What're you up to?"

Connor takes a seat on a bench, and pulls out his PDA just to confirm his schedule. That doesn't take long, though.

The oddly foggy scene doesn't stop Lincoln at first- in fact he's too glued to his PDA to notice much until he nearly catches a frisbee to the face.

He dodges it deftly, giving him a chance to take stock of his surroundings. That's when he notices the misty patches.

With a raised brow hsi curiosity spurs him to climb to a higher position to take a look at things. He glances at his watch and decides to forego coffee in favor of quenching his curiosity. He turns and heads for the nearest building to so he can slide into a stairwell and get on a rooftop.

"Thinking about how much my student loans are going to cost if I get any more interruptions or delays for my degree," Gabrielle bemoans to Brenda as she lets her exam paper dangle from her hand. DEMON kidnappings, side-gigs, and superheroing leaves her little time to make much progress towards her degree.

Brenda wrinkles her brow as she glances at the exam paper. "Wow! No wonder you're having trouble. What on earth are you studying?"

The tall besuited man accompanying Karin is a bit on edge about the mists, attentive about exit strategy and negotiating a crowd if problem should break out. It's really less about paranoia than it is just being good at his job, even if he knows his charge happens to be the most apt person to survive a crisis that he knows of present. He takes in the approaching Linda with a quick evaluation, giving an acknowledging nod as Karin slows to greet Linda.

"I reside in Colonial Heights." Karin offers. "But my education is provided by Bayside Academy. I am deeply sorry if I have misled you. May I in any way help you?"

Grimm winces as Brenda sees her exam and all the red markings on it. That's a solid D- on her calculus exam. The professor's written "See me during office hours" on it. "Criminal Justice. I've still got a lot of my core requirements to get out of the way."

Linda grins in apology as she snaps her fingers, "Yes. That's where I saw you. I knew I'd seen you at school. Just got confused over which school. I visited Bayside when my parents were looking around for a high school. Glad they picked Colonial Heights in the end though."

Brenda shakes her head. "Rather you than me! That looks like total gobbledegook!"

"Yeah. I'd get a tutor if I had time..." Grimm starts and trails off, then glances up towards the science building roof. "Um, can you give me a moment, Brenda? I've got a weird feeling about this."

Jonas sniffs the air. "There's something odd about this mist...."

Grimm rises up to stand on the bench seats and suddenly vanishes in a swirl of black inkiness and a hush of whispers from somewhere Beyond. She appears much the same way atop the science building, a black field of energy around her. It's not a secret on campus that she's got powers. Or that she's at least the rocker chick known to be into the strange and unusual, as well as being such. "I really hope you're a friendly visitor, because we've kind of had this rush of bad ones," she says to ...someone.

Connor puts his PDA away again and watches the people walking about. He does take note of a few of the students he's taught in recent terms, but nothing else seems out of the ordinary.

Lincoln busts out on to the rooftop - well not so much busts through the locked door but just appears after teleporting.

That's when he spots someone coalescing out of the mist that piqued his interest.

He pulls his PDA back out and starts snapping photos to post to the Millennium Legion App & on to HeroNet via secure API. He tags it emergency so the standard protocols will kick in. Then he reaches into his abck and pulls out a slap and stick domino mask that is pretty standard issue to all Millennium Legionnares. Never know when something is going to pop off.

Karin provides a smile, elegantly worn. "I did visit your school as an unexpected guest. The evasion was thrilling, and my stay was enjoyable." She glances up at Jonas, "Should I be ready for suddenly needing to leave the area?" she asks him.

Connor does manage to see Grimm disappearing, at least. He looks around, trying to figure out where she ended up, but doesn't immediatley manage to do so.

Linda asks Karin, "Problem?" on hearing that comment.

On the roof is someone in what's clearly some kind of battlesuit. It's light grey in colour, with a clear fishbowl helmet. On one arm is mounted what appears to be a blaster of some sort. Through the helmet the wearer's head is clearly visible: a man of maybe 65.

Jonas nods, "Yes... I think so," he says unusually vaguely.

Lincoln pulls the peel-off backing from his mask and slaps it on his forehead after seeing the battlesuit wearing being appear out of no where. He presses it gently around his eyes, insuring a solid stick as he strides towards the edge of the rooftop.

Before he gets there he pulls his hoodie inside out and looses his shoes. A pair of socks is a small sacrifice to keep your secret identity safe. He tucks the shoes into his bag and finds a corner out of sight to tuck his bag.

"Wish I had my suit on me but this is going to have to do." He says, appraising his 'costume' with a shrug. "Hopefully this old man doesn't want trouble." He mutters before running and leaping to the next object between he and the battlesuit.

He will make his way that way as quickly & efficently as he can, using impressive & superhuman parkour skills along the way.

"Find cover, quickly," Karin suggests to Linda, and is pulled away at a rapid pace by Jonas to leavce the area under paranoid presumption of dangerous metahuman. She looks less worried than Jonas does.

Grimm thinks. o O (It's stuff like this that's causing me to flunk my classes. Or get dropped from lack of attendance...)

The battlesuited man says, "Oh - well, I wouldn't say I'm unfriendly exactly. But, you understand, this university has wronged me, so I'm here to exact my revenge." Then he turns on the loudspeakers. "HEAR ME, COLONIAL BAY STATE SO-CALLED UNIVERSITY! THIS, WHICH SHOULD BE A SEAT OF LEARNING, HAS SHOWN ITSELF HOSTILE TO RESEARCH AND THE ADVANCEMENT OF KNOWLEDGE. IT IS A SEAT OF IGNORANCE! AND SOON IT WILL BE KNOWN AS SUCH TO EVERYONE!"

Grimm gives the battlesuited man a deadpan look with narrowed eyes. "I mean, revenge does sound pretty unfriendly," she starts before he switches on the loudspeakers.

Linda looks up, "Oh. That has to be Dr Fogg. Brilliant but quite mad." she says mainly to herself. A golden aura surrounds her as she lifts off and starts flying up to the roof of the sceience building.

With the help of Jonas, Karin hurries along and within the SUV they drove to reach the area, changes her form from vulnerable young princess to shining blob of liquid metal! There aren't many stories about that particular dynamic yet but perhaps one day! Mercury flows out from the spot chosen, ensuring she is seen only when far enough to remove any connection between the two identities. Once Mercury has flowed completely out of the vehicle, Jonas begins driving.

Connor furrows his brow as he hears the pronouncement. . o O (Should I get involved? Probably. But it might be over by the time I get there. Let's hope it doesn't get out of control too quickly.) He gets up from the benceh and heads toward his office, where his gear is stashed.

Dr Fogg says, "Yes, well, I suppose revenge is unfriendly, but you have to understand they were unfriendly first, and worse, they were suppressing progress! So, you see, I have to do this for the greater good! You see that, don't you?"

'Horizon' sighs, hearing the monologue as he gets closer. "This old man definitely wants trouble." He mutters as he swings himself onto a lightpole and climbing the closest building to the battlesuit wearing man he can get to.

"Well..." Gabrielle Grimm starts, not so certain of his logic. She motions up and down to his suit. "It looks like you're doing really good without them?"

Dr Fogg smiles. "Luckily, not everyone is as short-sighted as the fools running this organisation. I found a private sponsor, someone who understands the value of scientific research!"

Meanwhile, the mist patches are spreading.

"So maybe when this door closed, a new one opened? If they hadn't wronged you, you would've never found the sponsor you were meant to be with?" Grimm tries to make it all silver linings. She glances towards the mist patches. "Are those going to hurt the students?" she asks as she points to them.

There's much consternation among the student and staff on the ground, but they can't easily get on top of the science building, so there's little they can do immediately.

Connor gets into his office in teh science building...and closes the door, locking it behind him. He quickly starts to change into his superhero gear.

"Oh, no. I wouldn't /hurt/ the students - why, what do you think of me? I assure you, what's happening to them is entirely painless."

Connor gets into the building shortly before the mist reaches that door.

"Well that's good--wait, what? What're you doing to them?" Grimm asks with narrowed eyes. She starts looking for how to extra students as the mists approach.

"What's happening to them?" Horizon echoes as he moves in to back up Grimm and flank Fogg if possible. He ignores the mist- deciding to get to the heart of things as quickly as possible.

Dr Fogg frowns. "Although, now you mention it, students were always a nuisance. Always wanting to be taught and such when there was research to be done..."

Grimm frowns right on back. "Okay, that's it. We're shutting this down," she says flatly, preparing to give Dr. Fogg a stern look.

People emerging from the mist look all right, physically. Though perhaps a bit confused. Some of them are standing around like they've forgotten what they were doing.

Dr Fogg says, "Oh, but I can't let you do that! The world must be made to see the importance of science and advancement!"

Grimm says, "Stop this. If you harm the students and do this, you'll vilify science, not exalt it."

Radical finishes changing...and works on teleporting up to the rooftop, folding space each time to get up there in a couple of jumps.

The mental energy is deflected by the exotic metal armour - and strikes Lincoln.

Lincoln feels the sudden urge not to attack any students but he generally always feels that way.

"Guy- students aren't a bother. They're proof that your research will live on and be built on man. We all live, standing on the shoulders of the giants that came before us. You can't destroy us for that- that is the crux of being human." He says to Fogg as he tries to get closer to Fogg so he can disable him up close.

He keeps his hands held in a non-threatening way as he was trained by the Legion.

Dr Fogg sighs. "Well, I didn't want to fight, but, I suppose it at least gives me a chance to test this gun..." He points his blaster at Grimm and fires.

The domino masked hero just winks out of existence on one side of Fogg and reappears on the other side- right in front of his blaster.

He doesn't get time to regret his decision. Well- he does, since its a non-lethal weapon, but he's pretty much long gone the moment the energy roils over his body.

He steps backwards, staggered by the light show he's suddenly been dropped into.

Radical blinks into view on the rooftop, seemingly from nowhere. He looks around to get his bearings...and figure out exactly what's going on.

Grimm gasps as her mental influence gets deflected onto Lincoln, and then he dives in the way of her getting blasted. "Oh shick. I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" she says to him.

From a direction not where Karin left with Jonas, Mercury flows up the side of the building and coalesces to become her shining, silver statue-like form that flows as though it were a fluid. "If you would be so kind," Mercury says, "THe situation is a chance to show you have no hostile intentions, but you have left an impression of one who will find many who are encouraged to thwart you. Is there a scenario in which you will be complacent? I have no desire to harm you or your creations."

Fogg says, "Dear me, how can I conduct a proper test of my weaponry if you're going to get in the way?"

"Test your weapons upon me," Mercury suggests. "There is no reason to risk panic and harm."

Dr Fogg looks at Mercury. "Excellent - a volunteer! Someone who understands the importance of such things! But - hm - do you have a conventional nervous system? You might not be a suitable test subject."

Radical watches Dr. Fogg for a couple of seconds. Radical's goggles light up a couple of times as various spectrums are checked. "Hmm."

Lincoln can hear fine but his visual sense & natural sense of space is thrown into chaos- a pretty, swirlly chaos.

Still he can hear Grimm & what's being said. "Its fine- its non-lethal. Real pretty too, but I wouldn't jump into it if you've anything productive to do." He says, imagining that this is what stoners must feel like- having had no experience with illicit drugs besides the occasional encounter with Annie. He's pretty sure getting her trippy mucus on him in training doesn't count, but hasn't leaped to inform his handler or mentor about that.

"Real pretty though." He answers again, perhaps forgetting he said that.

No sooner than he says that, the trippy visuals fade out and he's back to it. "Doesn't last long either." He says with a smirk, unsure if its his new constitution or the experimental ray not being very potent.

Lincoln moves to disarm him.

No sooner than he says that, the trippy visuals fade out and he's back to it. "Doesn't last long either." He says with a smirk, unsure if its his new constitution or the experimental ray not being very potent.

Lincoln moves to flip him on his back to keep him from shooting anyone else with his Gateway Gat.

Ah. Metal armour, check.

Horizon isn't trying to hurt anyone- student or other so he's pretty confident when he flips Doc Fogg on his back that he shouldn't be hurt from the manuever.

He's jsu trying to keep peopel from getting hurt.

So with practices ease he steps towards the not-so-good Doctor, plants his feet and twists his arm up and over his hsoulder berfor heaving him onto hi sback.

Grimm sighs as the Doctor wants to experiment on people. She can't exactly use her gentler methods of she's at risk of hitting someone else. She's at least glad to see Horizon's not seriously injured. Four inky black tentacle stretch out from her dark shadow field, two on each side. One of the shadow tentacles reaches for Dr. Fogg. "Your experiments are going to stop, and you -are- going to stop risking the students," she warns, thinking of where Brenda may have gotten to in this mess.

The tentacle wraps around Dr. Fogg, pinning his arms to his sides and giving a tiny squeeze.

"You heard the lady." Horizon says, keeping himself in a fighting stance and flourshing with a little switch stance back and forth.

Dr Fogg frowns. "Unhand me! You don't understand! I'm doing this for Science!"

Radical raises his arm to train a weapon on Dr. Fogg. "I have no idea why you never ended up in jail after all of your crazy experiments, doctor."

Dr Fogg adds in an undertone, "Battlesuit field test log. Note: needs to install a defence against being grabbed."

Mercury offers, "I am truly sorry," lamenting the need to put a stop to this in her particular style. Her arm reaches out to reach the suit and its weapon, and rearranges its form so the barrel points only at the limb to which it is attached.

The barrel is twisted to the side, but not yet right back on itself.

"Your weapon is unharmed, but I must insist that you no longer publically test," Mercury suggests. "There are channels you should be aware of that you may use."

Lincoln says, "That sounds incredibly reasonable. I mean- we could still kick your butt if you'd prefer." The barely concealed Horizon says with a smirk."

"That sounds incredibly reasonable. I mean- we could still kick your butt if you'd prefer." The barely concealed Horizon says with a smirk.

Dr Fogg shakes his head, and keeps on muttering to himself. "Primary weapon compromised. Initiating escape procedure." The suit begins to look hazy.

Radical doesn't turn hazy like Dr. Fogg does. Instead, he steps forward and disappears from where he was standing, ending up in the other dimension.

Dr Fogg vanishes in a puff of, well, more haze that smoke.

This is one of those boring dimensions. Not much here but haze in a void. Sort of place one uses to get to somewhere else. Or to escape to.

Dr Fogg is starting to fly off when Radical appears.

Radical shakes his head slowly. "Dr. Fogg. You always were a hack." He fires off a singularity at the other (former) professor.

"Remark, targetting systems require refinement."

Radical smirks under his mask. "Well...let's try a different tactic, shall we?"

Dr Fogg spins about. "Wait - did you call me a hack? Me? I, sir, am the most brillianly inventive mind on the planet!"

Radical snorts. "You're a hack. If you were the most brilliant mind on the planet, you'd be able to prove that in court, in your defense."

"Don't be foolish. What judge, much less jury, could understand my genius when the academic world cannot?"

Fogg seems to have become, if anything, rather more unhinged since his dismissal.

"we need to do somehting about this fog- unless... you don't think- he's the fog, do you?" Horizon asks, sounding a bit worried.

Radical is still pretty far from Dr. Fogg. "I'm a better scientist than you ever were, Fogg." He reaches out to punch his opponent..and his hand disappears through a small rift, only to reappear by Fogg's head to attempt a simple martial strike.

"Owww!" shouts Dr Fogg, as blood from his new nosebleed bespatters the inside of his helmet.

Grimm looks around to see if the mists are still creeping on campus, whilst her shadow sense allows her to witness the fight in the pocket dimension. "Hah. That was a good one..." she murmurs, only to the punch. She can't hear in that other dimension.

Radical pulls his hand back through the rift. . o O ( I did not think that through. ) He shakes his head, "You're coming back with me." He teleports again, as it's the only real way for him to get around in the other world, getting close to Dr. Fogg.

Fogg is astounded. "You - you hit me?" It seems that this particular method of reasoned debate hasn't occurred to him before.

Radical chuckles. "And I'll do it again unless you come back with me."

Fogg concedes. "Very well. On condition that you withdraw your scurrilous assertion that I am a hack."

Radical thinks about it. "Fine. I am willing to withdraw that. You're intelligent. But a sociopath."

Radical puts a hand on Fogg's shoulder...and tries to shift them back to their own dimension, back to the rooftop.

Dr Fogg nods approvingly. "I accept your apology. No, the trouble here, I see, is that I am a scientist and not a 'superhuman'. I haven't given adequate thought to the combative nature of the occupation...."

Radical chuckles. "I am not a superhuman either, Fogg." He looks around at whoever is still on the rooftop.

"Perhaps not, but you, let us say, play their games, it seems."

Horizon backflips and lands in a fighting stance when Radical and Fogg suddenly reappear.

Grimm doesn't seem at all surprised as they return. "Have fun duking it out over there?" she comments to Radical and Dr. Fogg.

Radical looks to Grimm, "You were watching?" He chuckles. "And didn't come to help, Miss Grimm?"

Dr Fogg looks around. "Oh my. The clouds seem to have spread rather. Perhaps I shold turn them off."

Horizon looks surprised by this turn of events. "Is anyone going to tell me what the deal is with these 'clouds'?!" He demands, looking at Doctor Fogg.

"Yeah I was," Grimm says with a smirk and a faux-lewd connotation to leave others guessing. "You looked like you had it covered, and we were monitoring the mists here in case students needed rescue."

"That's what we were doi-- I mean, yeah. Monitoring the mists." Horizon says, giving a thumbs up.

Dr Fogg shakes his head. "I hope no one was overexposed. I was going to monitor things, of course, but then you distracted me with your... fisticuffs and such."

Radical looks to Dr. Fogg, "Turn it off."

Grimm suddenly blinks. "Wait, how did you know my name?" she asks Radical.

Fogg's battlesuit does a few odd moves while clearly he's using controls inside it. "There."

"OVER EXPOSED?!" Horizon bleats. "To what?!"

"Well, if they were, maybe it's for the best. I mean, what passes for an 'education' at institutions such as this may well do more harm than good to their minds...."

Radical chuckles at Grimm's reaction. "In this line of work, it pays to know who the players are."

The mists begin to thin,

Mercury takes the time to have a very close look at the atomic structure of Dr. Fogg's suit, "Have you patented this alloy, Doctor?" she wonders. "And please elaborate on the effects of your test."

Grimm seems to think what Radical says makes sense. "Yeah, that's true," she says, trying not to sound sheepish so she can keep her tough rep. She watches the mists thin out. "And what exactly did that mist do to them?"

"Oh, I may have," says Fogg, vaguely, to Mercury. Not the sort of thing he remembers, really. "And, didn't I say? I've made it clear to all that this is an institution not of learning, but of ignorance. Of unlearning, you might say."

"Unlearning?!" Horizon asks with a horrified look on his face.

"You did say that," Mercury affirms. "It implies several things but does not answer the question."

"Hrm. It looks like some of them have breathed in too much," remarks Fogg, looking down at a student struggling to tie his shoelaces.

Grimm's jaw drops. The idea of unlearning and having to start all over with her degree. She rolls up the sleeves to her leather jacket. "Buddy, I oughta..." she starts to march over to him like she's going to give him a punch.

"Oh man. That's awful." Horizon says. "You need to reverse this now!" He demands angrily. He steps into stride with Grimm- if she doesn't, he will.

Mercury's limb starts to flow over Dr. Fogg's suit in a somewhat insidious manner, microscopic filaments seeking out access, ways inside.

"Some reeducation could do them some good - the rubbish they teach them - hm, I wonder if there's a better way to tie shoelaces...."

"Now, better would be footwear without need of moving parts - hm.. hm...." Fogg's mind is clearly shifting to a different track.

Radical sighs. "Dr. Fogg. Please take the armor off. That injury needs to be looked after."

Radical thinks,. o O (And you need to be arrested. So, let's do that, huh?)

"I'm going to bre---" Horizon says with a pause as he realizes that they may be forced to grade on a bell curve this whole semester while this Fogg Gas situation is ironed out. He pauses and waits while Radical seems to take the lead.

Superhuman says, "Hm? Oh. Yes, of course. The boots are all wrong anyway..." He starts getting out of his armour, clearly oblivious to why this might be a bad thing."

Grimm has only halted the punching and beat down on Dr. Fogg because Mercury is ...doing something, but she doesn't understand what.

Mercury gains access! Namely the large holes Dr. Fogg is making already by himself to allow such things.

"You better hope the effect of that mist wears off," Grimm grumbles.

As bits of armour fall to the ground, so does a contained marked "ANTIDOTE - TAKE IN CASE OF LOSS OF SKILLS". Amazingly, Fogg seems to have thought of the problem that he might get affected.

Mercury more overtly flows around the metal pieces, extracting a small sample from a thick armoured section for later study, holding it within herself, smoothing over the result so there is no telltale sign that anything had changed, then deposits the lot of them into a neat pile within a large wireframe basket.

Horizon spots teh antidote. "Looks like he came prepared jsut in case this backfired." He says as he moves to pick it up. "WE should get htis to the Sciences Wing and see if they can synthisize somehting works on a large scale, liek those clouds."

Superhuman says, "Hm," mutters Fogg. "Why have fastenres on clothes at all? Inconvenient things. You could teleport into clothes....""

Grimm glances Radical's way. She kind of knows about him, but not much. Something about being on the outs with the forces of Order. And the black suit? . o O (Lazare's still the Anarch, I think. No, no way this guy is that...)

Mercury then makes a more overt change to the suit's interlocking mechanisms, adding warping-based breaches at all of the joining pieces. "I have left your work operational," she informs, her power over the metal obviously being exercised as parts of it liquify then solidify in a strikingly similar shape. "But it will not correctly fit together. I strongly recommend not attempting to use it in a dangerous environment."

"Hm? Never mind that. I'm taking clothing technology to new levels!" says Fogg, paying no attention to the remains of his armour. In fact, he's so wrapped up in his new interest he doesn't even resist arrest.

Horizon uses the opportunity to snatch up the antidote and then he simply vanishes to all without the ability to see through things. Really he jsut teleported a dozen meters into the building below, so he can find the proper lab to get this antidote desiminated out.

Mercury leaves a metal placard behind in the suit melded in with the helmet to warn any wearers of the breaches. She feels perhaps such a warning would be necessary.

Radical nods slowly as Fogg gets out of his armor. He makes a quick call to the police with his PDA, and then makes sure that hte absent minded professor gets taken into custody.

The shining teen-built young woman bobs her head as a moment presents opportunity. "Good day. I am called Mercury."

Radical nods. "Nice to meet you, Mercury. I go by 'Radical'."

Grimm summons several little shadowy goblin-like creatures to try and gather the particularly lost looking students. They are...probably a mistake. The three foot tall hairless looking shadow imps make weird inhuman sounds as they get up to mischief while herding students for the antidote.

''Afterword: A few weeks later, Dr Fogg is in the news again. He appears to have been the first person whose clothes have escaped from jail without him.''