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Who: Everyone who is interested in delicious information about Thunder Corp.
Where: A meeting room in Emmanuel's church, same spot self-defense lessons are held
When: Thursday August 15th, around 5PM
What: A gathering of folks from the network to make plans and disperse information.

[Tamara had really hit paydirt when she got a hold of a particular email exchange. It had been a risky stunt on her part to infect computers at Thunder Corp but it had been worth the risk to get something this good.

Yeah, she was being a bit paranoid, but the whole comment about superpowers made her wonder just how much did they know about the people on here. The chances of a mole were small, but it was present. And like she told others, it did not good to have this information if they didn't act upon it and they would need resources and organization to do so. She didn't like speaking before large groups, but something had to be done. She had stopped by earlier to provide Emmanuel the information for anyone who couldn't make it that may show up throughout the day, then she'll show up later to give it out to the general group that was coming.]

[OOC: Going to have a few threads here. Stuff for mingling before and after the meeting and the meeting itself. Also a sign in thread so that the muns can track who was here and just note in it if they showed for the meeting or came by to get the info from Emmanuel even if they don't do anything more than get the info. The only required bit of info to give is going to be their number, names and such are optional. And since it was suggested that we get an idea of what people can contribute, that will also be included in the sign in thread.

Assume another post went up giving the time and also mentioning that Emmanuel would be around most of the day to relay information while he did paperwork so people knew when to come.]

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Damn, he wasn't kidding. Vanessa's no great fighter herself but she learned a few things the hard way, enough to stick up for herself. Enough to recognize that reaction was way too quick. She briefly considers trying again, but she shoots that idea down as soon as it comes up. That was enough proof for her and she isn't actually looking for a fight, so she backs off.

"I just wanted to see it for myself, that's all." And that's the closest he's getting to any kind of apology from her. "I guess you'd make a pretty decent lookout."

Oh. Banagher's expression smooths out almost instantly, indignation giving way to surprise as he quickly pulls his arm away. It's written all across his face: he may have been able to tout his ability in theory, wrap it up in pretty words, but it was nothing compared to experiencing it in real time. How purely instinctual it was on his part, rather than a conscious effort. Pressing his mouth into a thin line, expression tightening again, he scoots back.

"It's not like I had a reason to lie about it," he says, pointedly.

And Vanessa didn't count on theory. Nothing ever went wrong in theory, things didn't fail, there were never any little quirks or problems that got in the way of things. In theory, her own powers should have worked easily to get her out of danger but in practice she was probably lucky she hadn't broken her neck using them to escape.

Theory was one thing, action was another.

"I didn't say you were lying," she answers calmly, which may or may not do anything to help his irritation, "but I needed to make sure these powers of yours actually work before I let you use them to watch my back."

Rather than operate on pure theory himself, Banagher seemed to subscribe to some kind of blind faith. At least enough to make him capable of leaping before looking, even when she'd just proven that dumb luck wasn't enough, at least not enough to protect anyone by. So while he feels somewhat chastised by her bluntness, and it's apparent in the rigid set of his shoulders, the glance he casts at her is level.

"So far, this is what the pulses gave me," he responds. "It's just a matter of what I can do."

There was a lot he couldn't do, there was no doubt, but if he didn't start with what he could, like her, then what point was there?

What the pulses gave him. It fit in some weird way, she supposed, that a guy like him would be getting abilities to sniff out danger. That, and a funny little robot. At any rate, they were Echoes that were definitely not designed to attack or hurt people, and while she could admit he had guts, they suited him.

So, what did her Echoes say about her?

"It should come in handy." On a whim, she reaches into her pocket, taking out a coin and setting it spinning on its edge on the back of the pew in front of them. "Okay, you're in. If you still want to be when it goes on. No point in getting these things if we're not going to use them."

She watches the coin spin until it starts to wobble then narrows her eyes and focuses on it, sending the small piece of metal shooting off somewhere across the aisle to smack against the wall.

Well, she saw his Echo in action, so it was only fair.

While he still listens, nodding vaguely at her appraisal about actually using what they'd been given to their advantage, his attention zeros in on the addition of the spinning coin to the conversation. He's never really had a chance to think about how quickly he'd accepted his new ability, though he wouldn't exactly say he'd embraced it, all the same. It was quieter than what most people had to show, but somewhere within him, it still felt heavy. Grave. As if the word "Newtype" had a kind of gravity all its own.

"I regretted not doing something with it when I had the chance," he admits, eyes still on the coin. "I don't want to feel like that ever again."

At the crux of the matter, he knows more is possible. And to whatever end, he feels like he has to chase it. But his reverie is brief, until he feels a zip of something across his mind, startling him into glancing off at the direction the coin went flying. The pinging noise of the metal filters in after the fact.

"How — how did you do that?"