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  1. Taran stood in front of the whiteboard that took up most of his living room, eyes roaming over the attached reports and messy hand-scrawled notes. He had scoured them so many times they were practically memorized, but he still looked for something new. There had to be something in this mess that would help him. "You know, I'm starting to think your dad only wears that cowl to keep all the bugs off his face when he flies." Ronnie wandered out of the bedroom wearing a pair of sweats, his dam
  2. Taran collapsed onto the locker room bench with an exhausted sigh. A week since giving the team their mission, the days had turned into a grueling routine, and they were starting to take their toll. Every morning was spent in the training arena, where Lydia directed the five heroes through combat drills again and again until they became second nature. The first few sessions had been admittedly rough; Taran was a new addition to the group. All of the previously learned formations had to be tweake
  3. Ronnie wiped the sweat from his brow and tried to focus on his breathing. Training robots whirred around him on shiny chrome wheels, their arms lashing out whenever someone got too close. He whirled away from a blow, only to run directly into Ari, his sharp elbow jamming through the padding of his training uniform and into his gut. Ronnie clutched his side and attempted to push a robot away with a shield, but his aim was entirely off, and he threw his friend to the ground instead. An alarm
  4. Taran woke up well before his alarm, as usual. Today, a sharp beam of early sunlight peeked through a crack in the curtains, cutting across the room to land on his face. Shielding his eyes with the comforter, he rolled over with a grumble. He found Ronnie sprawled across the other half of the bed, sound asleep on his back with one arm tucked behind his head. Sandy brown hair had fallen over his eyes, and his face was set in a peaceful smile. It was hard not to be jealous of how Ronnie effortless
  5. You’ve become unstoppable!
  6. Ronnie waited under the tall maple tree at the center of the Garden of Remembrance. A quiet, shady spot that quickly became one of his favorites and where he liked to spend his afternoons. The evening's weather was still hot and sticky, which seemed to be keeping everyone else indoors, but Ronnie was thankful for the privacy. He closed his eyes and focused on the soft splashing of the fountain. Typically, it was a soothing way to end a stressful day of training. Tonight, however, it only made hi
  7. The next chapter is posted, so can find out!
  8. Taran and Maya arrived at Control amid a mad flurry of activity. Support staff scrambled around the room, pulling up data on consoles, refreshing satellite feeds, and looking for any information that might help explain Zephyr's disappearance. Despite the chaos, Taran was relieved to see that his mom's incident wasn't going to get swept under the rug like Mariner's had been. He passed Lydia, diligently pouring over the images that flashed across her console screen. She glanced up from the compute
  9. Ronnie stood in stunned silence as Maya finished giving her report. The idea that one of the world's most experienced superheroes could just vanish was utterly terrifying. Could something even more dangerous happen next, and how did the Syndicate plan to respond? He felt Taran's fingers tremble at the crook of his arm. Ronnie turned to try and offer any comfort he could but stopped in alarm. Something about Taran's reaction to everything felt off. There was no surprise, no bewilderment. Ins
  10. I had a feeling it's because Taran is being a stubborn kid. Hopefully he gets it figured out! 😉
  11. @PhilippeI've never gotten an angry react before!! 🤐
  12. Taran awoke to a steady rhythm of mechanical beeping sounds, and a wave of room-spinning nausea washed over him as he tried to open his eyes. With a grimace, he turned his head slowly to take in his surroundings. A single overhead threw grey light over equally grey walls. Why was he in the infirmary? Taran’s movements tugged at the many sensor wires adhered to his temples and chest, all of which fed to the medbot hovering near the bed. Everything hurt like he had just run a marathon while simult
  13. I hope to not make you wait so long for the next one!
  14. "Ouch, motherfucker!" Ronnie yelped and stuck a stinging fingertip into his mouth. It flooded with the taste of blood and garlic, a terrible combination. Taran was at his side in an instant, the air bursting around him and scattering ingredients across the counter. "Are you all right? What's wrong?" "Okay, first off, I only nicked my finger," Ronnie held his hand out to Taran, showing him the shallow cut. "Second, did you just fly from across the room?" Taran's cheeks darkened
  15. "It's like he's a ghost!" Taran barked in exasperation, his voice a sharp echo down the hallway. "Wait, could that be possible?" "He's not a ghost, Taran." Maya sighed. "That's actually something I could work with. He's just nowhere to be found." They made their way to the dormitory wing, tired and frustrated from yet another night of dead-ends. A sleepy trainee in Syndicate sweats sheepishly waved to them, then hugged the wall to stay out of the way. "McCallister gave a speech today," Maya
  16. Ronnie wiped the sweat from his forehead and huffed to himself. The bus had been stuck in traffic for almost 20 minutes now, and for some reason, it was sweltering. He pulled out his phone and tapped out a message.     this suuuuuucks! should have taken a town car Taran's reply was immediate.     sorry babe you're a civilian tonight no AI driver for you! Ronnie scowled, annoyed that Taran was always right. All this easy access to Syndicate technology was beginning to spoil him.
  17. Twenty minutes later, the van rolled into the parking lot of an old community center on the west side of town. A group of kids played in the small yard beside the building, watched over by a pair of older teens. The squeals of laughter as the kids chased each other around a tree made Taran smile and only boosted his good mood. "This way!" Maya directed them into the building, past signs pointing towards a gymnasium. A small table was set up at the gym's double doors with a sign that read "Li
  18. So happy to hear that! This chapter was completely re-written about 4 times before I got something I was happy with.
  19. A blaring siren ripped through the silence of the forest, sending birds scattering into the sky. Other animals scrabbled over ground and across treetops to escape the deafening noise, only to be met with a flash of yellow light and the roaring shockwave that closely followed. Trees not immediately obliterated by the wall of heat were uprooted as the ground vibrated so violently it behaved like a liquid, swallowing up boulders and anything unlucky enough to still be alive. Miles away from the epi
  20. Yup, what CassieQ said. We use it today to specifically talk about the period of history between Revolutionary War and Civil War. It’s therefore pretty much impossible to separate it from slavery, as that was the reason for most of the South’s economy. If you’re specifically looking at Antebellum architecture, remember who built those houses, and why the owners had the money to do so in the first place.
  21. This and Everwild were the games that caught my attention the most during the showcase. That magic animation was NEAT
  22. It’s been a while since I’ve drawn anything. Still working through some tutorial videos, still trying to figure out my style. I wanted to try and make some different shaped faces today, so here’s Ronnie & Taran! It occurred to me that I’ve given Taran 90s heartthrob hair, but I have no regrets. EDITED: I got some coloring done today, so I thought I would include that as well!
  23. Thanks for catching! I fixed it in my master file, but it must not have made it over when I copied into the editor.
  24. Taran started pretty young, so he was kind of a Robin to Nightwing situation. And people still get his wrong!
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