Scene 33 - December 19th

Exterior Higgins Museum, Continuous

Quinn Kaufman

As it turned out, she could - Anima tapped each of the sleepers, as well as me and Referee, and pumped zoetic energy into us. When she was done, we were all drained, but on our feet and walking - although still leaning on each other for support. Canaveral, Zookeeper, and Max were moving in a group, arms around each others’ shoulders, while Loki and I paired up - so did Referee and Anima, as well as the two security guards.

As we exited the museum, we met Journey, Hypnos, and Sequoia - all just as tired as us - as well as the Round Table. A group of policemen were there as well, although they seemed wary of the Round Table and were hanging back.

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“Everything clear?” Sir Amethyst asked, sounding genuinely concerned at seeing everyone so drained. He and the other knights seemed less affected, for some reason.

“Yeah, about as good as could be hoped,” Canaveral tiredly answered. “Who are you guys? New heroes?”

Amethyst brought a hand up to the back of his helm as though to scratch his head. “Well...”

“Sorry about this,” Sir Alacrity said, and then everything happened at once.

Acumen spoke a word, and Referee dropped Excalibur with a startled yelp, her hands twitching as though electrically shocked. There was a great plume of green smoke, and Alacrity - and the sword - vanished. Amethyst stomped a foot, and the concrete rose around us, trapping each of the Journeymen, the New Champions, and the Magnificent Maxwell into a tiny, personal cell.

By the time we had been broken out, by Sequoia, Canaveral, and Anima, the Round Table was long gone.