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Justicei "I'm sorry, really. Couldn't help it. It's just, with your big, bulky armor, deep voice and everything, I thought you were some kinda big, bulky guy. Like, I dunno, a big biker type, and then that bandana just caught me off guard! I can get you an out-of-armor mask if you want? Got some tools in my new workshop, could you whip one up for you real quick?" She really hadn't meant to hurt Salvo's feelings or anything, it was just... yeah, too much. She hadn't seen that coming at all. As they walked through the advice, Robin's shoulders noticably slumped as Salvo tore into her. She was right, of course. Robin knew that. She talked way too much, she didn't really think about everything she might be giving away. Tech was much easier to deal with than people, and well... she wanted to trust Salvo. Their little group of people, they had to trust each other, right? Heroes were supposed to trust each other, but Salvo seemed like she'd be suspicious of just about anything, but, she was right, wasn't she? "Maybe I'm wearing a wig?" she tried, but her tone made it more than clear that she wasn't really trying. She had pretty much given it all away, hadn't she? "I'm not really late on the thesis though, just, y'know, a bit behind on my original schedule. Super heroing keeps me busy, y'know?" Maybe she should just keep silent, right? Or... wait? What was that? "To be honest, you'd probably figure those bits out soon enough, anyway. Private workshop here and all that, who else would have that, right? C'mon, its just over here. So, what're you studying? Engineering or something like that? Or playing the violin?" She couldn't suppress a grin at the last bit. Sure, she talked too much, but she listened, too.
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ic If you meet yourself on the road... [Open]
RocketLord replied to Tiffany Korta's topic in Else Ifs and What Worlds
"Keep it down! You don't know what's out there!" Alice would see a woman in a form fitting black suit, with glowing light purple, almost pink, powerlines running from the center of her belt and out to her arms and legs. The woman was probably in her early thirties, but the black domino mask with lenses in the same light purple almost pink color made it a bit difficult to make out. Her hair was dark brown. Julia was alone, or at least she had been, until she had seen the flying woman. She didn't seem like she knew this place, as she looked around, scanning the area and the horizon for, well, anything. -
Justice 2099 comes from the corporate cyberpunk future of Emerald City, now a sprawing metropolis that covers most of the West Coast. The heroes of today have passed, but in this dark future, a new generation of heroes have been born! MarsTech employee Julia Langley accidentally discovered a hidden cache containing an incredibly advanced battlesuit. With information stored in the armor, Julia learned that MarsTech's CEO, Maximillian Mars III, is part of the secret group that rules Emerald City with an iron fist. As Justice 2099, the Julia fights to make the future a better place!
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TOU: 9 He's down. And you really don't have to wait for me to roll before doing your ICs, y'know.
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Justice Robin paused briefly when the woman with the bandana, cap and hoodie walked up and... announced herself as Salvo. She looked at her, then stiffled a short laugh. "Sorry, sorry, its just... you're... not really was expecting? And that mask and everything, its just great!" So, just two masked women walking into ECU, right? Now that wouldn't attract any attention at all. Hopefully, no one was working late. She shook her head, pushing away from the wall. "Err... yeah, saying I got the whole building for myself is probably kiiind of stretching it?" So, how much should she tell? Salvo was smart, she'd probably figure it out the moment she saw the card anyway, so... No reason to lie, was there? "Starting out, before I found a way to, y'know, get my own place, I, well... kind of used the university's workshop when no one was looking? There's some great 3D printers here, and I had access to a lot of stuff as part of my studies here... and I'm probably way behind on my thesis now that I think about... But, yeah. This is probably where they got my tech, if they stole it." Robin gestured towards the entrance. "There's usually not anyone around at this time, and I've got a gadget that loops the security cameras for a bit, but we should probably get a good look anyway."
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GM "I can't see! I'm blind! She blinded me!" Crimson Cross was clearly panicking, alternating between waving her arms around and holding a hand in front of her eyes, waving her wings around in the smaller tunnel with little luck. "You're not any kind of hero!" Jonathan roared as he charged forward, arms stretched out. He deftly dodged under one of the Crimson Cross' wings, before catching Ms. Bright in a bear hug. He quickly started to apply pressure, starting to crush the life out of her if he got the chance. "You're not going to ruin this! This is justice! This is what is right! We have been chosen!" The Preacher almost seemed like he was enjoying this, the display of force, the fight in front of him, before he turned and hurried towards the pit. He started chanting something in a language that Agnes didn't quite recognize, even if she could only hear half the words over Jonathan's yelling.
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Grappled! The Preacher moves away, towards the hole with all the bodies, where he stops and starts chanting, and Crimson Cross recovers from her daze. Rolling on your turn to end dazzle for Cross: 7. Nope! 23 - Ms. Bright - 1HP - Unharmed 20 - Jonathan - Unharmed 19 - Crimson Cross - Blinded (1 turn), Staggered 14 - Preacher - Unharmed
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Jonathan runs up and tries to grapple Ms. Bright: Attack: 24 That's a hit. Grapple: 22 Can I get an opposed Grapple?
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Of course he ran. They always run. Which meant that either Connor would have to shoot them in the back, or he would have to chase them. They probably wouldn't like the outcome of either action. The guy in the riot foam was struggling. Might be breaking free soon, it wasn't like it would last that long, but, that was fine. Connor reached for a couple of stun arrows, ready to stop the guy stuck in the foam for good, when the other guy started shooting at him again. Weaving to the side, Connor moved out of the way, then raised his bow with the two arrows ready on the string and let them fly towards their target. Fine, he wanted to be a pain in the ass, then he'd get the stun arrows.
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Firing a couple of Stun Arrows at the robber that shot at Archer, so ranged Stun with Autofire: 26 DC16+autofire bonus FORT save to avoid stun. Still keeping an eye on the guy in the riot foam.
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Gunfire. A man screaming. The flares and glow sticks illuminated the area, but it wasn't really necessary, was it? The scavengers had holed up, protecting themselves from a pseudopod, doing their best to stay out of its reach and failing, before Spaceman could react. Whatever that thing was, it was clearly hostile to the men. No matter what they were here for, he couldn't let more of them get taken, could he? He threw himself in front of the men. One second, he was just there, hand held out towards the creature in front of them. It was difficult to get a read on it, but it was there, so he could stop it. "Stay down, don't fire. We'll keep you safe." Then they could discuss whatever else was going on here, and just what these people were up. Focus, then. Stop the creature from moving. Lock it in place, not allowing it to strike or move. It had been a while since Spaceman had last tried this trick, but as long as he didn't know what this thing was and what these people had done, he wasn't about to just start hitting it. "Any idea why this thing started attacking you?"
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Spaceman is gonna move in front of the scavengers, so he is between them and The Thing. Switching the Personal Space Control Array to Imp. Tou/Immovable and gonna use his Snare to try and catch the waving arm. Its Subtle 2, in case that means catching the arm off guard! Attack roll: 23 DC20 Reflex to avoid snaring if that hits.
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Doktor'd! Spaceman His grapple bonus for Move Object/Change Physical Distance is off! I'd forgotten that for Perception Range Move Object the Grapple Bonus is rank x2 and base attack doesn't apply, so, here's an updated Grapple Table. Grapple Table Total Score Base Attack (BA) Increase Molecular Space (IMS) Infinite Reach + Spatial Strength (IR) Change Physical Distance (CPD) Values +10 +10 +17 +28 BA +10 +10 CPD +28 +28 IMS +20 +10 +10 IR +27 +10 +17 IR+IMS +37 +10 +10 +17
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"Of courses, but that would mean they knew everything we could do. Wouldn't be good tricksters if we let everyone know all of our tricks, would we now?" Pan's playful smile remained, not frozen, but ever present as he danced, being more than happy to take the lead. Still, it wouldn't exactly be difficult to see that his eyes would flicker towards Eira every now and again. He took a step back to the rhytm, before pulling in closer again. "And sometimes, less is more, no?" An almost stumble at the frown, giggling at the aborted pun and quickly shaking his head. When he stopped he, of course, looked entirely innocent. Except for the smile that played over his lips, which was of course anything but innocent. "I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about. This is a purely ironic date." He paused briefly, shooting another glance in Eira's direction, then whispered. "At least until someone decides to be a bit honest and decide otherwise. But, I am working on that." Back with Eira, the voice spoke again. "close call! watch out, watch out! all eyes are on them, you're safe. unless you would rather be the one that was seen. maybe you should be?"
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I figure another speaking around before combat, if you want to get a word in before fighting starts!
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GM The tower was not much of a tower. It was a ship, smashed into the ground. A quite large ship, in fact, on with at least three massive masts that all stuck out to the side. They were splintered and broken, sails and ropes hanging from them. The tower stretched up far into the darkness near inside of the whale's stomach, far higher than one would expect it to be able to go, even with the massive size of the whale from the outside. In fact, the end of the ship could not be seen in the darkness above. Ahab was climbing the tower, pushing his way through anyone in his way. Many had made makeshift homes along his path, in cabies, on stairs. Even as he vertically scaled the ship, intent on heading towards the darkness above, he took the chance to glare at Gauss and Forever Boy. "You!" He stopped, holding on to a rail that he had been using to climb. "This is all your fault! If it was not for you, the whale would be dead, and I would never have been here again!" He reached for a harpoon, but didn't throw it quite yet.
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First hits, let's say that's Thug 2: 13, he's down.
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<"Sure, there's only a few of us in Denmark, as far as I know at least.> This was pretty good, right? Even if Eira wasn't a member of the Vanguard, it was good to have someone that was, well, a bit closer to home? Even if Eira did sound a bit posh, and that was a long name. <"Sorry, gotta keep some secret identity. Not that anyone would know who I am, anyway."> She smiled at the last bit. As they descended, Mette's eyes stayed firmly on the seat in front of her. No reason to think about it, just focus away on the whole thing while they landed. Leaving the plane with the others, Mette couldn't help but notice that, well, everything seemed good. The refugees were helped, they even spoke Spanish, helped everyone, tearful reunions and everything... Does all this look just a little too good to be true to everyone else here? she at least tried to share with the others. They probably noticed already, but couldn't hurt to share her thoughts, right?
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Notice to see if Mette sees anything: 21
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GM The rocks rained down on one of the foes. He shook his head from the impacts, stumbling around a bit. Whoever had programmed them, their reactions were realistic, at least. Or maybe not, since they didn't give up, even as Spectre phased through another, once more glitching the system just a little bit. The doors into the room opened, with Armstrong stepping inside. He was pulling off his track jacket and threw it to the floor. He sounded like he was grumbling as he walked, clearly annoyed at the whole thing. Of course, he was a fair distance away from the two teens atop the virtual building.
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Yep that's a hit alright. TOU: 14, Stagger and Daze So, both skip their turn and @Wyverntamer is up Since they're staggered, if they take more damage they go down. 16 - Thug 1 - KO 16 - Thug 2 - Bruise (x1), Staggered 16 - Thug 3 - KO 16 - Thug 4 - Staggered 8 - Knight of Earth - 4HP - Bruise (x1) 7 - Spectre - 0HP - Unharmed
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Ah, yeah, that's my bad. I'd forgotten that was how it worked with Perception range Move Object. Should be fine at +12, then.
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Pan's attention turned away from the lesson, back towards Eira as she spoke. He smiled, tying the ribbon around his wrist, holding it up so she could see it, then offered his other hand to her. "Slower it is, then." He raised an eyebrow, making sure to look directly into her eyes. "Distractions, I can make no promises." His tone was playful, but a bit different from before. Maybe a bit of hesitation or worry?
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Pan raised an eyebrow as Eira let go. "Attracted now?" he asked, the right side of his lips curling into a crooked smile, as he let go of her. "And here I thought the date was just ironic, nothing more." He winked at her, before reacing out and taking Elizabeth's hand, taking a step back and making a small bow. "Shall we, then?" Before leaving for the dance floor once more, he glanced at Eira. "I suppose you will stay by this table, yes?" Then, he led Elizabeth to the dance floor, whispering to her along the way. "From one trickster to another: What the teachers can and cannot see will always be up for debate, no?" He quickly threw himself into the dance, pulling Elizabeth along. Back with Eira, a voice spoke from her left shoulder. Just a voice, nothing else. "Come, now. Show us all why you should be the one dancing."
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Initiative: 17