"Any changes?"
Space Mage looked up from the wraparound security station and shook her head, her purple hair bouncing in exact opposition to her movements. "Nothing!" she exclaimed. "And I mean, this is more nothing than we usually get when Terr gets lost. This is a lot of nothing. Too nothing. It's gotta be a plot!"
Eva nodded. "Okay. Keep looking." She turned to the assembled group, some of the finest superheroes in the city. "Everyone, listen up!" she called.
The chatter died off.
"You all know the situation, I won't waste your time with a lengthy recap. Terrence Knight is missing. We're going to find him, we're going to rescue him, and we're going to make sure whoever took him isn't going to do it again."
A low growl of agreement echoed her words.
"First thing we need to know is where he is. Everyone, get out there and shake down your contacts. Terr has ticked off a lot of groups -- watch your backs. Check with the Warriors first, but don't go alone. I don't think they've forgiven him for that mess he made of their caves last time." She glanced around the group, meeting everyone's eyes quickly. "As soon as you find even so much as a hint of where Terr is, report in to base. Space Mage will be monitoring the situation and providing status updates."
"Operators are standing by!" Space Mage agreed, flashing a thumbs-up without turning away from her displays.
"Okay then," Eva concluded. "Everyone, let's find him."
"I FOUND HIM!" Purrfect Scrapper declared, bouncing up and down frantically and pointing. Her shout was almost, but not quite, drowned out by Emerald Blast's "TERR!" as the green-clad Amazon launched herself in a tackle-hug.
Terrence Knight grunted in surprise and took a step back as Rhea plowed into him. He was bedraggled and dirty, soaking wet and trailing wisps of smoke at the same time, and looked exhausted as he stepped down from the main entrance platform.
"Ewww!" Rhea declared after her hug was complete. She scooted back and hovered in midair, brushing at the black streaks of grime on her costume. "Terr, you're filthy."
Eva cut through the general chorus of greeting, and said, "Terr, glad to see you're back. We've been worried about you. Where have you been?"
Terr heaved a deep sigh. "Well," he began, and trailed off. He looked around, then shook his head. "Never mind. Just... don't ask, okay? It's a long story."
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs
Space Mage looked up from the wraparound security station and shook her head, her purple hair bouncing in exact opposition to her movements. "Nothing!" she exclaimed. "And I mean, this is more nothing than we usually get when Terr gets lost. This is a lot of nothing. Too nothing. It's gotta be a plot!"
Eva nodded. "Okay. Keep looking." She turned to the assembled group, some of the finest superheroes in the city. "Everyone, listen up!" she called.
The chatter died off.
"You all know the situation, I won't waste your time with a lengthy recap. Terrence Knight is missing. We're going to find him, we're going to rescue him, and we're going to make sure whoever took him isn't going to do it again."
A low growl of agreement echoed her words.
"First thing we need to know is where he is. Everyone, get out there and shake down your contacts. Terr has ticked off a lot of groups -- watch your backs. Check with the Warriors first, but don't go alone. I don't think they've forgiven him for that mess he made of their caves last time." She glanced around the group, meeting everyone's eyes quickly. "As soon as you find even so much as a hint of where Terr is, report in to base. Space Mage will be monitoring the situation and providing status updates."
"Operators are standing by!" Space Mage agreed, flashing a thumbs-up without turning away from her displays.
"Okay then," Eva concluded. "Everyone, let's find him."
"I FOUND HIM!" Purrfect Scrapper declared, bouncing up and down frantically and pointing. Her shout was almost, but not quite, drowned out by Emerald Blast's "TERR!" as the green-clad Amazon launched herself in a tackle-hug.
Terrence Knight grunted in surprise and took a step back as Rhea plowed into him. He was bedraggled and dirty, soaking wet and trailing wisps of smoke at the same time, and looked exhausted as he stepped down from the main entrance platform.
"Ewww!" Rhea declared after her hug was complete. She scooted back and hovered in midair, brushing at the black streaks of grime on her costume. "Terr, you're filthy."
Eva cut through the general chorus of greeting, and said, "Terr, glad to see you're back. We've been worried about you. Where have you been?"
Terr heaved a deep sigh. "Well," he began, and trailed off. He looked around, then shook his head. "Never mind. Just... don't ask, okay? It's a long story."
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs