Recent content by Monsoon

After what had felt like years of relentless criticism, and the routine, scripted, generalized celebration of all Jurors, direct praise from Chuck Torres had an illuminating effect on Monsoon. In that moment, he felt like less of a walking natural disaster, and more like an American patriot...

Thermodynamic's vacant stare seemed a mirror of Monsoon's own enervating life, perfectly crystalized in the form of pleasantries at a gala put on for the benefit of the MIRA machine. What had at one point been a dynamic system unifying superheroes from all corners of the United States had become...

"If you or a loved one manifest symptoms of PMPD, consult a local PMPD hotline to schedule an appointment with a Parametabolic Specialist. Don't ... [pause] ... wait too long." - Monsoon on Hard Times, Harder Questions with Jake Flanagan, 03/10/2029 broadcast. The storm had been raging for...

Finally, someone who Monsoon could stand next to and look interesting. This guy was drier than President Fielder's wife on their wedding night. He snorted lightly, an inadvertent giveaway of his moderate drunken contempt; Thermodynamic didn't even have a costume on for the gala. His mask might...

Early on in his MIRA career, Monsoon had done shots with Cowboy after a press event. Cowboy was one of the coolest Cloaks in the world. His manifestation was a well-kept secret, and some doubted he even actually had one. Not even five shots had gotten him to divulge his hidden ability. What was...

"It was a joke," Monsoon muttered under his breath, spitefully taking another sip from his drink as the man walked away from him. There were others in attendance that he recognized - Songbird was talking with someone vigilante-coded near the bar. She had worn a slim dress and was sipping...

Monsoon's eyes leveled on a glossy black helmet far across the room. There he was. Scramjet. Doing that thing with his power again, with his pinkie fingers this time - "Print," Monsoon acknowledged dryly, eyes still locked on his nemesis across the way. When the bespectacled man told him to...

The hotness of the summer in the District had been undercut by an upswell of unexpected rain, the suddenness of its arrival revealing Monsoon's presence to the learned observer - for who could mistake the perpetual pitter patter of droplets on the rooftop for anything but his unwritten...

Wait. What am I doing? The euphoria was passing now, as the winds whipped around him. Monsoon pumped the brakes and ascended slightly, blinking rainwater out of his eyes. He hadn't flown like this since he was a teenager, and that had caused a Code Venice in his hometown. It felt good - no...

"Ahh." A crash of thunder reverberated outward from Monsoon's body, utterly deafening. He'd taken the positive and the negative and pushed them outward, allowing the air to coalesce around the buzzing as it approached him and strike them from the sky. He'd kept his eyes closed for the flash...

What is going on down there? Rhetorical question. Gilgamesh had gone rogue and now everything would fall on his head. That was the punishment for breaking rank. If the plan were followed to a T, even if there were catastrophic failure, they could authentically say they'd tried their best with...

"Negative," he replied flatly. Improvising an aerial funnel to get rid of smoke ran too many risks. He needed to focus on diverting the heavy weather to A3. Doing more than one thing at a time could cause a meteorological cascade, and that was the last thing that New York City needed right now...

"Khm..." he cleared his throat. "Ah...advice." Monsoon shifted in the chair a bit after Songbird answered Flanagan's question. He had the creeping sense that he was somehow bombing the interview, and that it'd just be another opportunity to throw on the pile. His mind wandered to the episode...

"Copy on A3. Diverting." It was an explosion, in the heart of New York City. Beneath him, citizens he'd sworn to protect scrambled for safety. Dragon, Gilgamesh, and Cyclic were in there somewhere, doing whatever they could to mitigate the damages. Gilgamesh and Dragon were SHOCKSPEC, first to...

Cyclic was on scene, along with Dragon and Gilgamesh. Monsoon, impassive, only gave the trio a curt nod. The rain ran down his jaw that looked cut from stone. The everpresent frown was subsequently obscured by his high-altitude mask. His monotone reply crackled across the comm line. "Roger...