Topic: Museum of Legion Arts: WaK Wing - On Deck Circle
Faraway Lad
Senator of the UP. Permanent Ambassador to the Court of Saint James
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Some nice design elements here Drake. I really like the hooded cape concept. He could hide his inhumanity here, only dropping the cape when going into action.
I like the idea behind the energy glow of the face plate and on the stomach areas but they do make me think of Atmos (never a fav of mine)
The neck looks a wee bit odd, was that deliberate, to try to emphasis that there is no "real" body in there?
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From: Newcastle upon Tyne England | Registered: Jul 2003
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Yeah, Drake, I like the idea of him being a really ugly construct, not clunky like his postboot debut, but severely mechanical. I also love the idea of pure white anti-energy. That could be really dynamic to show in action.
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From: Founder's Falls, Paragon City | Registered: May 2004
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Ok, one last Wildfire redesign. The last one was more like "Ultimate Wildfire", stressing his inhuman qualities. This is more along the lines of Kitson's designs - simple, sleek and with a silver age flair (but without the "underwear on the outside" look):
From: New York, NY | Registered: Jul 2003
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Yum, I like it too, but I'm afraid I'm a big round buttons fetishist! Those little rectangle buttons never have turned me on. Otherwise: Stariffic!
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I know I'm well late with this but better late than never eh? I posted this originally in a thread called 'Try Out' - I might add bits to it from time to time in that thread but this gives a good 'taster' for you. Hope you enjoy!
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TRY OUT
Lisi Kuttlebaum stood in the queue patiently.
She looked at the colourful crowds around her - a fete had sprung up on the plaza around the spiralling line of hopefuls. Each vying for their time in the spotlight. Everyone of them wanting to show the Legionnaires exactly what they could do. There wasn't a single sentient present who wouldn't do whatever it took to be offered one of the legendary Flight Rings. They all shared the same dream. The dream of becoming Core Legionnaires!
Next to her stood a tall woman. She wasn't wearing too much and Lisi, for all that she followed the Legions code felt embarrassed to see so much skin. She'd introduced herself earlier when Lisi had joined the queu and the two had spoken for ten minutes or so before they were distracted by a 'whooom!' from the testing dome. Rumours were flying around about the incident and how it had caused a delay, but Lisi had an inkling that the Legionnaires present in the dome had used whatever it had been that created the explosion as an excuse to take a break after nearly five solid hours of testing applicant. And she didn't mind a jot! The Legionnaires, she was certain, would be sceptical of her claim to be the direct descendant of Captain Marvel. She smiles as she remembers her own disbelief. But all it had taken to convince her was the simple uttering of one six letter word and here she was. The Legionnaires might take a little bit more to convince but with the might of Shazam Lisi knew she could convince them to accept her.
Today the Legion would accept Captain Marvel into their ranks and she would make her anscestors proud! What a simply marvellous day!
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Loloo Nkata looked at the brown haired girl standing next to her in the queue. Quite a sweet girl Loloo thought after their very brief conversation. Her blue and gold costume with the ridiculous thunderbolt across her chest and flowing red and gold cape was eye catching enough. Loloo wanted to talk to her again but after the explosion had been heard within the testing dome the edgy atmosphere in the crowd had distracted her. Loloo was beginning to get bored. There was a little man with the broadest shoulders and mischief in his eyes who she had caught glancing over her way a few times.It wouldn't be hard to persuade him to join her, simple really, just give him one of her special looks and he'd come running. She'd never actually seen a man in a.. what where they called again, kilt? Well whatever, when he walked he swaggered and she wanted to find out exactly what reason he had to be so confident in a crowd who towered over him. And those shoulders.. and that dusty blue skin? What planet would he be from? Talok? Senffus?
Taking a slow breath Loloo thought that possessing the man just for a bit of light relief might not be seen to be in the spirit of the Legion. Well, maybe not officially but she was sure there would be a few of them who enjoyed a good laugh. Ultra Boy, Sun Boy and Light Lass all liked to party so Loloo had heard. She remembered when she'd first heard of the Legion. She knew as soon as the first newstory about their formation hit Ventura. She knew right then. The Legion would be her ticket out of the drudgery of night after night of dancing across tables full of lecherous and sweaty men from a multitude of worlds with alcohol glazed tolerance in their eyes. She'd occasionally make one of them do something exciting - one man she made disrobe and jump around for a few minutes before the embarrassed houseguard quietly escorted him away. She would push them for bigger tips from time to time of course, but not too much as Fat Stacros would be watching for anything that might take money out from his pockets.
Anyway, as exciting as being a Legionnaire would be just thinking of what the Dregscum from Serfholm Camp would think when they heard of her achievements.. ah there was the pay-off for all those years of fruitless banality.
Mama Jesh would be so proud of her for following her dream like this!
Was that the dreamy stud in a kilt looking again? Well, he was keen. Maybe she wouldn't be bored for much longer.
As he strode through the crowd he had seen quite a few amazing sites. Given that he'd spent the last five and a half years since buying his freedom from the Clone Tradesmen of the Uber-Auchiyell Terraforming Corps travelling the Milky Way he knew an amazing sight when he saw one. And amongst the outrageous and flamboyant displays of power and courage he had seen the girl with the red and gold cape quietly join the queue. She seemed so meek, so.. polite as she spoke to the leggy redhead beside her. The distraction caused by the explosion in the testing dome had allowed David to get closer to the two.
It was spectacular! Even in the year climbing the ratings of the Battle Domes on Khundia or the six months spent as a engineer and surveyor at the Star Disc project amonst the Recombant Vegan Colony around Vegafive he had never seen someone so perfect! She was truly perfect! He caught the eye of her companion. A pretty enough lass, a wealth of red hair wearing a jumpsuit with large disc shaped holes revealing as much of her pale buttercup skin as it covered.The two girls obviously didn't know each other but they were being polite. She would get him closer to the perfect girl with the red and gold cape. He knew how to turn on the charm, even here amongst the tall bodied and cynical inteligensia of the trueskins.
He stole another glance, his enhanced senses confirming what he already knew. After years working amongst the heavy gravity proto-stars and planetoids in Uber-Auchinyell, after all the time amongst the Outer Colonies, here in the heart of the decadent, soft bellied, over populated Home system he finally finds someone amazes him. After month-long missions to the harshest environments...
For the first time in his hard life David Achh was unable to find any trace of physical vulnerability for him to exploit. He has finally found someone who he might not be able to defeat in combat.
She truly was perfect! .....................................................
Prince Sareen Augustus Ampeii III of the Ancient and most Imperial House of Hemmil-Gotha-Rex-in-Exile wondered if it would be appropriate to approach the girl. She had fabulous red curls, and a nice ass too. Yes, Prince Sareen thought, a very nice ass! The brown haired girl with the red cape was opbviously not bothering to talk to Nice-Ass-Girl so maybe Nice-Ass-Girl would welcome his conversation.
It couldn't hurt, surely.
With a touch to the edge of the front of his silver and white waist coat he decided that the only way to attract a gorgeous girl like Nice-Ass-Girl wouldbe to show as much buff, toned, perfumed and tanned skin as possible. His waistcoat slip open. With his chest fully bared the young prince casually walked over to the girls. He spots the short muscular clone glancing at her too. They almost catch eyes but the prince smoothly glances away. Well if there was to be a competition for this pretty young things attention let the best man win.
A ten step nonchalant stroll and he's beside the two girls, walking just to the side of the brown haired girl with the cape. Pretty smile, but Nice-Ass-Girl is sweeter. As he turns to introduce himself when the little clone in the kilt strides up bold as brass towards Nice-Ass-Girl!
"Excuse me.." he means to move past the brown haired girl with the cape but she turns towards him and smiles
"..uh hi.." her amazement at being addressed is quite cute the prince admits to himself, but she's no Nice-Ass-Girl. Meanwhile he can see past her shoulder that Clone-in-a-Kilt Boy is already talking to N-A-Girl!! Let's see if she's still laughing with you by the end of the afternoon you little rogue, the direct route isn't always the best route!
Before he can do anything about them he would have to go through Pretty-Non-Descript Girl!
"Sorry to interupt you but I just had to ask about your cape, the design looks kind of familiar?" He spoke to the PND girl with brown hair, his most charming conversational smile beaming on full.
"It's kind of a family thing.. um.."
"Are your family one of the Royal Houses that you wear their standard?" He thinks '..as if!' even as he asks the question, but she modestly turns away with a blush beginning to rose her cheeks. She giggles for a second, her eyes closed, giving Prince Sareen a chance to steal another glance at Nice-Ass-Girl. Clone-in-a-Kilt has her bending over him stretching the line of her leg further. Ding-dong-daddio!
"I'm the new Captain marvel." Her brown eyes catch his and Prince Sareens expensively thorough education pays off.
"Is that anything to do with the 21st Century powerhouse person here on Earth?"
"..um.. yeah, I can do all the things he could. How about you? Do you have any abilities?"
Her earnest smile again, the Prince is suddenly interested in P-N-D girl - if she's telling the truth she'd make a fine ally. He knew of the magic lightning of Shazam, his schooling in the Arcane Arts had been minimal but enough to cover all the great sources of magic known to Mankind.
"Sorry, I asked do you..?"
"I'm terribly sorry, I'm Prince Sareen Augustus Ampeii III, fourth in line to the Ancient and most Imperial House of Hemmil-Gotha-Rex-in-Exile, but with my powers to affect the weather I'm here today as Typhoon." He can see in her saucer like eyes that she is still trying to follow the hereditory title. Some people are impressed by such things, some people are unaware of the true worth of a title, which is just as well for the Prince as he belongs to the other group of 'some people', those who know how to use titles, however empty, to their maximum advantage. "It's really nothing Captain, just a stupid title, tell me more about you and your friend please." Captain Marvel reluctantly turns away from Typhoon and begins to introduce Loloo Nkata before noticing her queue-mate was already talking to someone else.
The following moments are slightly embarrassing to all four of them as the tentative friendship between the two ladies is the catalyst for introductions all round.
"Loloo Nsaka, though I think I'll go for Charma as my new Legion name, what do you think?"
"I'm charmed to meet you" says the prince as he bows his head and rather than take the offered hand to shake, he kisses it gently."I'm called Typhoon, my name is a bit of a mouthful so please just call me that." He steps back, eyes drinking in her lithe figure and without turning to look says "And is this your help clone?"
"My name is David Achh, if you don't mind, I bought my freedom years ago."
"I'm terribly sorry my good man, no offence meant." The prince smiles a weak smile and offers a limp hand to shake.
"Ah hope you don't expect me too kiss that, do you?"
Captain Marvel and Charma both laugh, missing the daggers between the two mens eyes. The Prince breaks the look with a question.
"And what are you going to call yourself when you join the Legion then David?"
-------------------- "Tempus Fugitive" the final part of the Adventures of Dream Boy series, set in the Three-Boot Universe. Read it only in the Bits o' Legionnaire Business Forum.
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