(Omake for Camery Shy, by TheGreatGimmick.)

Omake: Clandestine Meetings of Top Secret Organizations

Armsmaster banged his gavel against the table, then retracted it inside its concealed housing within his halberd. "I hereby call this meeting to order. First order of business: New cape sighting." He turned his helmet to glance at Miss Militia, gesturing for her to continue.

"You've all heard the after-action report during the earlier, official meeting." Miss Militia leaned back in her chair, folding her arms over her chest. "Given the cape's ghostly appearance and the evidence of a teleportation power, my initial suggestion would be..." She paused for dramatic effect. "Telep-Haunter."

Frowning a little more than usual, Armsmaster tapped his chin with an armored finger. "The obvious shortening of that name leads to Telep-'Aunter, which is guaranteed to result in 'Auntie' jokes..." He nodded. "I approve, but I still think we can do better. Jaunting Haunter, perhaps?"

Velocity raised a tentative finger. "The description made the new cape sound like one of those wraith monsters from Lord of the Rings," he said. "With the added Mover power, how about... Spring-Wraith?"

Battery tilted her head. "Or Blink-Wraith, perhaps?"

"Don't forget the possibility that the... Wraith, or ghost, or whatever, may have been a projection, or visual illusion," Miss Militia interjected. "So, if we take Nazgûl, and add 'gaze', we have something like..." She paused for a moment. "Gazenûl? Gaiznûl?"

Battery shook her head. "Nobody will be able to figure out the spelling on that one." She shrugged, keeping her movements relaxed and casual. "Come to think of it, 'revenant' and 'teleport' are pretty similar words..."

Everyone jumped in their seats, as Armsmaster slammed a gauntleted fist down on the table. "Absolutely not! You're about to suggest 'Vetepant', which is: A) nonsense, and: B) your blatant attempt at setting up a string of cheap 'Wet-Your-Pants' jokes for Assault!"

Battery slumped in her seat. "Aww, c'mon!"

Miss Militia shook her head. "You're a terrible influence on your husband."

Velocity glanced down at the sheet of paper in front of him, where words like 'LOOKY SPOOKY?' and 'SPOOKOUT?' had been scrawled. "Yeah," he laughed, crumpling up the paper and tossing it over his shoulder. "None of the rest of us would ever stoop so low. Ahem."

"If we stick with the ghost theme, and the possibility of a sight-based projection, we could do something with 'sightlines'," said Miss Militia. "Frightline?"

Armsmaster shook his head. "That name has already been taken. There's a villainous Tinker in Pensacola who specializes in freighters." - Battery clapped her hands. "Ooh! What if the revenant isn't a teleporter? What if she's just tucked away, snug as a bug, in a pocket dimension?" She grinned. "Reve-Nantucket, amirite?"

Groans echoed around the table, but Armsmaster nodded slowly. "Battery raises a valid point."

Battery's smile widened, as she straightened in her chair.

"Referring to the cape as 'she', I mean. Long hair aside, we can't be sure about the cape's gender," Armsmaster droned on. "Or sexual orientation, or anything of that sort."

Velocity scribbled a note on a fresh sheet of paper. "So, Shroud & Proud is still an option, then?"

Her smile fading quickly, Battery's enthusiastic nodding turned into a confused headshake. "...What? B-but what about the, y'know, name I came up with?"

Miss Militia snapped her fingers. "I've got it! A ghostly figure that pops out, then disappears again?" She looked around the table. "Peekaboo!"

A round of polite applause ensued, which was soon interrupted by the door getting kicked open. Light streamed into the formerly gloomy broom closet, outlining the figure standing in the doorway.

"Aha!" shouted Assault, pointing an accusatory finger at the other Protectorate heroes. "I knew you were still having secret meetings without me!"

"Sorry, dude," said Velocity with an apologetic shrug. "The janitor said we could borrow his closet, so long as we didn't try to cram more than four people in here. OSHA codes, y'know?"

"Besides," growled the rumbling voice of Armsmaster. "We all agreed that you wouldn't be able to treat these meetings with the necessary gravity and seriousness."

"Gravity?!" Assault howled. "You're wearing a fez and a fake moustache, each!"

Armsmaster folded his arms. "It's a very heavy moustache. Reinforced with steel rebar."

Battery sheepishly tried to hide herself behind Miss Militia.

Assault stared at them with a mournful look. "Et tu, puppy?"

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