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[redlooksgood]

[The communicator turns on and a vision in red appears. Well, less vision and more like scowling lady in sunglasses.]

Hero. Cute. Not exactly original, but seeing as I've been kidnapped by a crazy lady in a machine I suppose I can't be too picky. I just hope no one expects to see me running around in spandex anytime soon.

[That image makes her grin slightly, or grimace. It's hard to tell with her sometimes.]

So, as informative as these little pamphlets are --

[With her free hand she waves them about right before shoving them in the nearest trashcan.]

--I'd really like to get the extended version on why I'm once again playing Dudley Do-Right for people I don't even know, because I'm really not the kind of "hero" a city wants, needs, or deserves.

[So much sighing]

When I said I needed a vacation I was thinking more along the lines of sunny beaches and scantily clad tourists.

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[datglass]

What ya see's what ya get, lass.

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[redlooksgood]

Right now I'm seeing a poor imitation of good ol' New York.

[datglass]

And so it is. With no one to make ya be a goodie if the spandex disnae fit.

[redlooksgood]

So the hero shpeel is just a lot of talk from a very grumpy machine?

[datglass]

Aye. I'm nae the picture of heroism myself. Havenae heard so much as a wee peep from it.

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[out_of_time]

It's a long story. Not much of it makes sense.

[redlooksgood]

Oh, I think I know how to handle unbelievable stories, so why don't you give me the directors cut?

[redlooksgood]

So, we're here to waste everyone's time.

Sounds fun.

[Jingles her tags]

Wouldn't it have been easier to barcode us like a bad sci-fi movie?

[datglass]

If ya say that they might see fit to do it. I like having a wee bit o'freedom, myself.

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[amiga]

So what kind of hero are you?

[out_of_time]

All right. There's a machine here, no one knows where it really came from. It can do almost anything to anyone, no one knows how or if there's a way to stop it. It was supposed to replace the police force almost four years ago, but these days it mainly screws with people for its own amusement.

You with me so far?

[redlooksgood]

They'd have to catch us first and I don't know about you, but I'm fairly slippery.

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[redlooksgood]

Depends on who you ask. Maureen would probably point you to the wanted posters and Seth...well, Seth isn't exactly the sort to give an unbiased opinion on me.

[redlooksgood]

Creepy machine steals people for fun. I'm following.

[amiga]

Less the costumed type, more the vigilante?

[out_of_time]

Okay, good. The machine either brings people who have special abilities, or alters people so they gain them. It's also capable of bringing people like us back from death. That's what separates 'Imports' from the ordinary people here: we have powers, we're not from around here, and we come back.

[redlooksgood]

"Vigilante." I suppose you can call me that.

I suppose that's an occupation that's not in much demand here.

[redlooksgood]

So all "ImPorts" are unable to die then?

[That was a little more than she was ready to hear, but obviously the most interesting part of this whole hero thing]

[datglass]

Aye -- not a gent around that's slipperier.

[amiga]

You'd be surprised, actually.

[out_of_time]

Permanently, at least. And it's not reliable. I've known a couple people who... just never came back. [It never seemed to be the people they would be better off without, either.]

[redlooksgood]

I'm feeling both dread and anticipation. Don't tell me the supers are all too above taking down the normal trash of society.

[redlooksgood]

Huh. And what if, hypothetically speaking, the "ImPort" already had an issue with death, or at least staying dead? Does the reverse happen and that ability gets taken by the ghost in the machine?

[redlooksgood]

Well, tell me Mr. Slippery, where's a woman go to get a drink with the measly funds they gave when she arrived?

[datglass]

Depends on if ya like American bars or if ya prefer a pub.