Legacies: Heroic Destinies

Fury Said To A Mouse
A concert, a party, a pleasure pagoda.

Hiram says I’ve been awake for one month now and it’s time to leave the house and show everyone I’m not dead.

I went to a concert. Michel has a fast car, and his mother gave him a girl’s name to toughen him up, but it didn’t work. The music was wonderful, but after a while it was boring. We left and drove around some more. And then we came back because Michel said it would make Claire happy. Then we left again.

When we came back, there were balloons but no cake. Claire wanted my brooch, so I gave it to her. Is that a birthday gift? I should have wrapped it. Joseph wanted the cufflinks I brought him, but he didn’t pop his balloon. We played a game. I put back the cufflinks and brought him a watch. I put back the watch and brought him something called a card case. It had directions to a pleasure pagoda.

We went because we thought it would be pleasant, but it wasn’t. It was dirty, and there were no balloons.

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Huntsman Journal - 20120818

An eventful evening at the concert. The performance was time well spent. I was able to listen to the depositions and take notes with my portable keyboard.

The reception afterward gave me the opportunity to mingle and check up on who’s doing what to whom. I noticed Kincade let her charge out for the evening, the first time Ward has been out in public since the accident.

She’s still seems unstable, although her kleptomaniac tendencies did provide me with a couple of not-to-be-missed opportunities. I was able to place a small bug in DeWitt‘s watch after she stole it and I convinced her to put it back. She then returned with the man’s business card case, which contained a worn card to a long-defunct gentleman’s club.

My gut told me to follow up on that. Ward decided to tag along, and I figured I might as well invite the rest of the hero set to come along, if only to help baby-sit her. I honestly don’t know which version of Fury is worse, the queen bitch or this new one. She’s like a toddler with a loaded gun. Hopefully she won’t get anyone killed before she straightens out.

I stopped by the warehouse to “dress for success”, as Ezra likes to put it. Seems this was a phrase Roger was prone to use. I’m not sure if Ezra uses it to honor his fallen employer, or remind me of my position as replacement.

In any case, the expedition to the Pleasure Pagoda was not as fruitful as I’d hoped. It’s obvious the place has been used recently as some sort of meeting place, based on the new padlock on the back door and the scuffed dust, but no clue as to what it might have been about. I tried to make it look like the break-in might have been from scavengers, but thought placing a bug there too risky.

I need to tell Ezra to remind me to add this area to my patrol route. I also need to have him look up DeWitt’s recent real estate deals and any other financial activity. There’s something going on, I can feel it.

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Fury Said To A Mouse
Social responsibility

Hiram and Claire taught me something about social responsibility today. It is not okay to take things from people, but it is okay to ask them for things. I asked Toku for money to build a playground, and he said yes, so now I have to build it. I think I’d like to put it where everyone can use it. I don’t know where that is.

Hiram and I made bears for everybody, but I haven’t given Joseph his bear yet. I wonder what he’s doing and if he knows where a good place for a playground would be.

I wonder if Toku would give me some money for the place where Leticia and Judd eat. It’s a big dark building that always smells like stew, and if you go in, they feed you and give you somewhere to sleep. A lot of people in there are sick. Why do some sick people go to the hospital and some go to the stew place? Why do I live with Hiram in the big house? Why does Toku have a whole cliff to himself?

Sometimes thinking about stuff makes me sad, so I go to the gymnasium and play. I have a lot of toys. Some of them are really Fury’s toys, but she can’t use them anymore because she has to sit in her chair. I like my toys better. I have ribbons and hoops and things to climb and walk on and jump off of.

But I don’t have anyone to play with.

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Justice Seeker

The nights grow colder, but the fire of justice keeps me warm. I stalk the night, hunting. My prey are those who would harm the innocent. I see them, track their movements. I learn what darkness lurks in their hearts. So that I can stop them.

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Fury Said To A Mouse
A citizen's arrest, an exploding thief, and a face in the mirror.

In the mornings Hiram watches the news, and this morning the lady on the news said Joseph had killed a lady. I asked Hiram what a prostitute was. He told me. I didn’t know why Joseph would kill a lady, so I went out to find him. He was standing in the alley where the lady was killed, so I waited until his friends were gone, and then I arrested him. He said he hadn’t done it, so I let him go. Then he went to the police station anyway, and he wouldn’t take me.

I could get in there if I wanted. I’ll go someday and bring something back to show Joe.

When Joseph went to the police station, Toku needed help. I flew there, and we fought with a man in a suit like Toku’s. The man was faster than Toku, so I tried to put a tracker on him before he flew away. But then he blew up. I didn’t do it.

Claire thought we could look for the person who’s killing ladies who isn’t Joseph, but she wanted to dress up. I didn’t know what to wear, so I talked to Michel. Michel knows a lot about ladies. He took me to Serena, who decides what people should wear. She decided what I should wear, but when I looked in the mirror, I didn’t like what I–

Dollar-store fishnets, plastic jewelry, scarlet lips. I swore, when I left Moscow, I would never again allow–

–saw. She has an angry face, a hard and angry face. She doesn’t like me.

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Justice Seeker - 20121007

I see the filth of the city, masquerading as it’s benefactors. They dress in nice cloths and they drive nice cars, but they’re filth. They deal in filth. I have watched them, and learned their ways. soon I will strike at the heart of their evil and corruption.

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Test # 12

Sustaining the energy field has become easier, but speed fluctuations still cause rapid bubble collapse. Compensation algorithms have made re-establishing the bubble almost instantaneous, but test data suggests that wave fronts form from the collapse which might cause surrounding persons to be shunted from their local dimension to neighboring ones. In cases where dimensional lines and time/event lines cross it seems that persons are swapping from one dimension to another. This phenomena has occurred on a limited number of occasions to date. It should be considered scientifically relevant, but the full significance is not known.

The last test had one interesting data point. It seems that at the moment of a collapse a high energy source was detected in proximity, then vanished. Possibly some sort of drone aircraft or other experimental vehicle which was shunted to an alternate dimension when the field briefly collapsed.

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Cupid in Custody

Trent Phelps, local bartender, is currently being held without bail in the killings of three people. Known in the media as Cupid, the killer used a bow and arrow to slay his victims. Police investigators have reason to believe that Phelps was acting out of some sense of vengeance on behalf of persons who he interacted with in his work as a bartender.

It’s being rumored that Phelps will probably resort to an insanity defense, with sources stating that in his initial police interview he stated, “Well of course I’m insane. What sort of a sane person dressed like this and runs around shooting people with a bow and arrow?”

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Birthday Gift

“Irina, I have a birthday gift for you.” Jared said, his Serbian well practiced.

“Is it a pony?” the young girl asks excitedly.

“No, it is not a pony. It’s a bear.” he says, setting the tissue paper wrapped parcel on the floor between them. Irina’s eyes light up and she tackles the package, tearing at the wrapping. soon she has the bear free from the tissue paper and is hugging it.

“It is a very lovely bear Jared.” she says, running from the room, “Momma, momma, Jared has brought me a fine bear.”

“You are so very good to her”, Slavka Atanasijević said from behind Jared. “You have lost family of your own, have you not?”

Jared stood up and turned to face the man with a smile, “Haven’t we all?” he asked, touching the other man’s shoulder before walking back to the garage next door where he lived and worked.

Slavka nodded, saying softly to himself, “We have indeed.”

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My Dance Card

She glides into the room, and many heads turn. Some to see the new face. Some turn to see the shimmering jewelry that adorns her. some turn to catch a glimpse of her exquisite leg peek out of the side slit on her gown as she strides.

“You look almost as though you belong here.” he says to her boldly, extending a glass of champagne.

She accepts the glass, a smile and upturned eyebrow, “That is the statement of a man who thinks he knows me.” she says, her voice almost as melodious as her walk is seductive.

“I know that you’re Medusa. And you’ve stayed in Crescent City longer than anyone expected. Which means there is something here that interests you. And I think what interests you might be interesting to me as well.”

“Do go on. So far I’m enjoying the champagne.” she says, taking a slow sip and watching the handsome man over the rim of the glass.

“I am known by many names here. Allow me to introduce myself as the Black Skull.” He raises his glass to her and takes a sip.

“Rumors of your frightening face have been exaggerated.” she says, “To what do I owe the honor of your introduction?”

“Masks, we all have them.” he says, looking around the room and moving closer to her, “I am in the process of laying the foundation for an enterprise. I’d be interested in knowing why you’ve chosen to stay here. I’d hate to think we might be after the same thing. Persons such as ourselves should try never to cross paths unless it’s on friendly terms.”

She nods, “I met someone. An old friend. I am hoping to spend a little more time in the city to get reacquainted with her. Her and I were very close. she’s going through a terribly hard time, I want to be there for her.”

His eyebrow raises now. “So it’s not for work?”

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll be working. It might be the only way to draw her out. I don’t have her number yet.”

He nods, “Draw her out. So she’s one of our stalwart defenders then. Perhaps I can offer some assistance in that matter. Which one?”

“Fury.” she says, and the conversation changes almost immediately…..

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