Tanklet

For those of us (me, I am those of us) who are coming back after the dark decade, how does one get to Echo Plaza again...? <.<

*November 24, 2012* Nestled in the mountains of Northern Vermont, somewhere between Brighton and Willoughby, sat a small, quaint, unassuming log cabin. While the outside had the more rustic charms of a home built by hand, the inside was significantly more modern. For all the wood and lumber used to fashion the façade, the inside was a combination of warm walnut colors fashioned over modern designs and state of the art appliances. Taking up just about 1000 square feet, the one bedroom home had everything a person would need to escape city life, without sacrificing the personal conveniences of it. This was where Sonja Kincaid had decided to spend the rest of her days. Sonja didn't know what the future held in store for her, but she knew that Paragon City was no longer going to be a part of it. She had tried her damndest to make a life there. From the moment she betrayed Commander Kincaid - her mother - Sonja still fought like hell to carve a notch out for herself somewhere. She was absolutely not a hero. And while the villain life had more appeal than not, there were some things that not even *she* would not do. Sitting in the shadow of the warm crackling fire, roaring in the hearth of her home, Sonja thought back on all that had happened in and to her life thus far. For a while, Sonja actually thought she could make a life for herself in that retched city. A soldier of fortune, doing things her own way. By her own rules. But if it wasn't the heroes trying to make her something she wasn't, or half of organized crime wanting her back under their control again, it was the betrayal of those who lived life in between and without a code at all. No honor among thieves, murderers, and presumed allies.... The worst was Asher .... There are some betrayals that don't leave physical scars. Sonja instinctively flexed her left hand, then covered it with her right, moving her right hand up and down the closing and opening fingers of her left before honing in on her left ring finger, briefly going into a trance of total recall. She was so zoned out she almost missed the sound of movement outside. It was dark, and cold, and her cabin was in as remote a location as they come. So whoever was out there was there on purpose. Completely snapped out of her daze, Sonja sprinted to the bedroom, cursing her love of a roaring fire. But it occurred to her that - fire or no fire - it wouldn't have mattered. She'd lived in this home for the better part of six months with no issue. Whoever was outside, about to pay her a visit, would have found her either way... Sliding under her bed, Sonja grabbed her daggers. She then retreated to her walk-in closet to grab additional gear and assess the situation outside through her custom surveillance. What she saw drew more swift curses from her lips. Malta, Knives, Family, and at least 2 or 3 more factions of fortune were closing in on the cabin. All hell was about to break loose.

I came to this board for exactly this reason - to see if there would finally be a market for base builders. I've *never* had luck finding someone to build for me. Hell I've never had luck even *buying* a base off someone. I've tried base building also. I'm *horrible* at it, and I don't have the time to sink into it. The time I *do* have I'd rather be mishing and RPing. I get enough frustration with rl, and all the working and thinking that requires. Frustration is just not something I wish to replicate here.

Daria was not able to duck the flying items. The towel landed squarely on her face, and in the moment it took to take it off her face, she was clocked with the med kit. Daria yelped out in pain as the beginnings of a bruise began forming on her right cheekbone. Thankfully she didn't lose consciousness. As is second nature to her, Daria raised her hand to her own cheekbone and whispered an incantation. Her hand began to glow a brilliant golden light tinged with green. As the light pulsed from her hands, the bruise healed itself in mere moments. Simultaneously, Daria pressed the towel to the unconscious person on the floor, searching for the source of the bleeding to hopefully stem the flow of blood and allow it to coagulate. The poor confused EMT ... Daria looked up at him, mild panic on her features. She didn't know how serious of an injury this was, and there was no time to waste. "Quickly! I have *very* little formal training, and the work I *can* do .... I won't do without permission. I need your help."

((Now this makes me want to create a thread for a nonkitteh court O_O #inspired))

Daria glanced at the time on her phone before turning the corner to the coffee shop. She scarcely had the 10 minutes to spare for her morning cup, but she was going to make the sacrifice. There were too many meetings on her calendar this morning to count, and - in his own haste out the door this morning - Matt had forgotten to brew a pot. Not that Daria couldn't make her own coffee, but - especially these days - she was always running late to meetings or emergencies. With quick stride, her 5'7" frame swept through the door. Daria appeared, on the outside, just life any other patron. Clothed in a tan pants suit with a crisp white blouse, Daria wore her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair down, with one side tucked behind her ear. Daria was fully prepared to grab her coffee and go... That was, until she saw the body of the woman collapsed on the floor, rebar discarded next to her, water and bandages on the counter. Without a second thought to her schedule, Daria grabbed the bandages and the water, slid down to her knees and began assessing the situation. "I need a towel! Someone!" She screamed. "Hey, miss, can you hear me?" Daria hoped the woman, could at least respond to the stimulus of a voice.... ((OOC Notes: Daria has a long history. If she's not glowing, or wearing an ice shield, she's in her empath form. Ice/Emp Controller. But she's *very* cognizant to not use magic on others without some form of permission...))