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GHOST They're clearly trained. They know what they're doing. First guy tags him, a blast passing right through him... and they use that well. Just a test. So they got plans. Not good. The moment the other guy starts flashing, Casper turns his face away from him, but sure, the others are already moving into position and... that's a big freaking gun. He moves quickly, throwing himself to the side as the energy wave shoots out and then... ejects the shell. "Spectrum Wave Cannon? Really? That's what you're gonna go with?" There's a big shield there or something, keeping both the artillery platform guy and number 1 free. He has to take the chance. No idea what it does, but... gotta take the shot. "Boo, big guy!" Diving forward, he steels himself, passing an arm through number 1, before diving down, under the ground, out of sight. He keeps moving, getting away from the spot where he dove in. At least he can still seem them with his x-ray goggles.

Gonna spend a Hero Point to Dodge, which means doubling Ghost's Dodge Bonus for a round (so until, but not including, the initiative point where 1 acted), which puts his total Defense at +24 (+6 Base, +11 Dodge Focus, +14 doubled Dodge Bonus), so he dodges that attack! Then, moving towards 1, Ghost is gonna attack with a Shock Touch: 29 to hit, for a DC27 TOU save (with Secondary Effect to deal another DC27 TOU save to 1 on Ghost's next turn). Using Move-By Action, Ghost then continues down, dropping into the ground to disappear from view.

Ghost's not even gonna get a turn before he's taken out, is he?

GHOST Casper chuckles, while Carrie stares at Lynn with wide eyes. "Why can't you do that, dad?" "Ouch, again. Not everyone's all acrobatic like Lynn, y'know," he answers back. He grins back at Lynn and shrugs. "I mean, I was enjoying the show, but hey, depends on how much attention you wants to draw." Casper's enjoying himself, at least, and Carrie only seems to fall more and more for Lynn with her antics. It's all good to him. They soon reach Liberty Park and, as Casper had promised, there's a ton of booths set up in view of everyone, with people manning them and handing out candy. The park has been decorated with all kinds of appropriate decorations, including a haunted house for the braver kids. Still, Carrie is all about the candy, and she looks to her dad. "Can I?" "Sure. Just stay in sight, alright?" While she runs off to the booths, he turns to Lynn, a large grin on his face. "So? Nice place, right?"

Initiative: 9 The Friendly Neighborhood Ghost Array is set to Insubstantial atm

GHOST A trap? Just to catch him? Casper should probably be flattered, but the freaking Power Corps? Not someone he's tangled with before. Of course, they haven't really tangled with him either. "A problem? Me?" He is perhaps overemphasizing the shock in his voice a tiny bit, but hey, better to get the point across, right? There's 4 of them around him. Odd numbers. He doesn't really remember enough about the Power Corps to know if there's any significance to that, but he started ghosting the moment they got too close. Still, he takes a moment to point an accusing finger at Hernandez. "You better believe we're gonna have words once I'm done with these goons, Hernandez." He could call in help from Grim or the League, but, nah. The Power Corps made it personal. "Alright, guys, let's go."

ARCHER II Metabolic pathways? What the hell? Connor stares at the woman for a moment longer, then lets go of his throttle, letting her leave. Chase her, or go to that damn place and keep things from getting worse. Not really much of a damn choice, is it? He doesn't know enough about viral infections or zombie viruses or whatever that he haven't seen in movies, but he's not about to let that stop him. Bad stuff's happening, big risk of infection, the crashed plane and the whole damn drug thing. Not any damn choice at all. Revving the throttle, he turns back, heading towards the WEST Station. He reaches for his ear piece. Who knows if Keller is up at this point? "Hey, old man, you there? The weird drug thing has turned into a weird viral zombie outbreak. Don't suppose you got any suggestions?"

GM The giant head gives pause. It's expression changes with blinks. It looks annoyed. There is no fluid movements, the image simply changes, like someone flipping rapidly through channels on a screen. "YOU ARE LISTED IN OUR DATABASE. AN UNDESIRABLE. BENEATH NOTICE." The expression becomes somewhat concerned, then back to the smug confidence that Haven saw when he walked in. "WHY WOULD YOU KNOW? TO WHAT ENDS DO YOU SEEK THIS KNOWLEDGE?"

GM "Oh, don't be so serious, kid. There's more to a field trip than just learning stuff. Social lives matter, y'know, and having a good time with your team's important. Anyone that tries to be strictly professional and doesn't spend time hanging out with the team tends to end up as the weak link." Coach Armstrong almost sounds like he knows what he is talking about, which is, for once, not something that has to do with chasing a ball around or performing another physical activity. It's not a side of him that the students are used to seeing, he's usually the tough love coach that tells them to pick themselves up and do better. "But hey, if you want something educational out of this, then try to look at all the wrestlers here. You see how they all got powers? Try to think about how much control they need for that. Gotta put on a big show, make it look big and flashy, but not really hurt each other? That takes training and dedication, kids. Plus, y'know, it's kind of the whole super hero and villain scene. Just as a show." Satisfied with himself, Armstrong leads the students on with a wave. "C'mon, keep up. There's a junior tryout thing happening. Any of you want to give it a shot?"