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Justice The Master, Mind Control and small imps messing things up in Z-Space. Wonderful. "Yeah, I think I'm gonna have to vote on going into the ruins and finding that master guy." Robin responded, raising her hammer to point further into the ruins. "Whoever that guy is, he made these guys hostile, right? I don't want someone like that messing things up so close to the AnneX. That's just inviting trouble, y'know." This really wasn't how she had hoped the day would turn out, but what could you do? "I'll take point, if you wanna back me up, right? But maybe leave the little Imps tied up till we get that mind control business sorted?" She did feel kinda bad about fighting them, sure, but they had attacked, and they didn't really seem all that friendly. So, Justice shifted to her blaster and turned to the ruins, starting to move in. No need to rush or run, better to take the time. Who knew what might be waiting?

Justice Wait. What. What was this? Robin was just staring. That suit Those suits. That was hers. That was her tech, her Justice suit, just with some logos and bell and whistles. Variations on her design, on what she had worked hard to build, to figure out. How? Why? Just... just what? She wasn't a good actor. She knew that. Helped when she put on her suit (and of course she'd brought the belt in her backpack, why wouldn't she bring the belt along, super stuff always happened at the most inconvenient times, after all), but this was something else entirely, right? Robin was staring wild eyed up at the suits on the scene, she barely even heard what Max Mars was saying. Oooh, this was bad. Bad bad bad. So much worse than that guy that had used bits and pieces of her suits and used them to blow stuff up. So, so, so much worse. But Max Mars was a good guy, right? Had that going for it at least, right? C'mon, it was Max freakin' Mars, of course he was a good guy. He was spreading her tech, letting other people get to be heroes, too! So why was she getting such a bad feeling about this? It wasn't just because that was her tech on the scene, being paraded around like something Max had created (and how did he even find her tech to duplicate? She'd been so careful not to leave any bits or pieces left behind, not since that guy that had stolen those bits and pieces to make his armor!), and she wasn't given any credit. Wait. Max had picked her out. For these suits. Did he know about her? They had met a few times before, in and out of the armor, and Max Mars was smart. Much smarter than Robin. He could've figured it out. Wouldn't be surprising if he'd figured it out. And Robin hadn't even thought about him having figured it out. But, but, but... maybe he hadn't figured it out. She should, she should play along, right? If nothing else, keep everyone else from finding out. Robin suddenly felt very aware about how long she had spent just thinking about things, her eyes flickering between Max and the stage, when the crowd roaded at the suiting up montage. "Ye-yeah. I guess so." Not nearly as enthusiastic as before, she knew that, of course. Couldn't help it. She couldn't leave her backpack behind, at least. The belt let her call on the newest version of her armor. More advanced than the version these suits seemed to be copied from. Carrying the backpack with her, she stood in front of the Ultio Suit that had first been revealed, eyes wide. She slowly placed the backpack next to the armor, then reached forward for the suit. What was she doing? This all felt so, so wrong. She had to do it, right? While the crowds watched, Robin started putting on the Ultio Suit.

Pan's attention turned entirely towards Ben. With a heavy sigh, he reached out and placed a hand on the crime-fightin' kraken's shoulder. "Ben, I am deeply sorry, and I am not quite sure how to tell you this, but... the dog only have four legs. There are simply not enough legs for him to be an octo-anything." He spoke with deep sorrow in his voice. He obviously didn't want to let Ben in on this harsh truth. The dog happilly munched away at the protein bar, slobbering and chewing. Turning back to Ms. Hancock, Pan sighed once again. "Well, I suppose, if there is no other choice. I would not not want to create a disturbance, after all." Bending down, he gently patted the giant dog's head, stroking its fur. "I am deeply sorry, my friend, but it was not meant to be! Maybe we will meet again some time!" Finishing speaking, he stood up, waved his right hand around a bit, the dog vanishing in a puff of golden dust. "No need to worry, I simply sent it back to the owner."

Cheval's gonna aid Persephone try and convince the people on the ship, since he's already there and it is the biggest target. Diplomacy: 15 There's another +2 for Persephone. Gonna wait with my IC till you've done yours.

That makes it a roll of 23 since its a reroll, so that's a hit. TOU vs DC30 for Madame Blitz: 16, fail by 14, she's staggered and still dazed. Incredible. @Thunder King, can you give me an IC? @TheAbsurdist, you're up. 29 - Forever Boy - 4HP - Unharmed - Obscure East of Church: 19 rounds remaining24 - Specimen - 2HP - Unharmed23 - Die Walküre - Bruise (x1) - On frontlines, near Forever Boy and Specimen. In Obscure effect.22 - Sea-Wolf - Unharmed, Bound and Helpless, No dodge bonus - On frontlines, between Forever Boy and Specimen (near the bridge) and the church. Still in Obscure effect20 - Roter Adler - KO18 - Rebound - 3HP - Unharmed (Pending attack from here)17 - Watchdog - 1HP - Bruise (x3), Dazed - 3 assorted explosives used11 - Daystar - Bruise (x1), Dazed 11 - Die Eule - KO - Inside the Church11 - Madame Blitz - Bruise (x7), Staggered, Dazed - Outside church, to the East, close to Forever Boy and Specimen11 - Enemy Combatants_____ Tanks: 4 smashed, 1 near Specimen and Forever Boy (1 damaged: Bruise (x1), Injury (x1))_____ Soldiers: 9 KO, 4 near Legatus, 10 near Specimen and Forever Boy7 - Donar - Bruise (x2) - Inside church2 - Legatus - 0HP - Unharmed

Yes, that'll give a bonus +5 bonus. Turns out he's afraid of heights!

Bluff from Pan for trying to distract Ms. Hancock with his rambling: 38

"Ah, Miss Hancock!" Pan did not seem particularly surprised to see the teacher. Really, why should he be? He was trying to stop a rampaging dog (an inadvisably large one, at that), running through Claremont. Of course a teacher was bound to join the chase at some point. And with an almost screeching sound as it planted its paws on the floor and came to a halt, the dog stopped, with Pan coming after and slamming into it before he managed to stop, with the other students that had given chase potentially ending up in a pile alongside him. Getting his bearings after a second, Pan grinned up at Ms. Hancock. "Well, Miss Hancock, I believe that is a rather deep question. I would probably have led with why is the dog here, but to each their own. I believe the dog is because his doggy mother and doggy father loved each other very much, and then there was some wild adventure involving flowers and bees and a while later, the dog was born as a cute little puppy! Now, he is a cute big puppy! And is he simply not the best thing?"

GM Screwtop looked much like before. Beaten, battered and bruised. What Chromium probably hadn't expected was the he was now sitting in the middle of a nice looking office, dressed in the same pants and shirt as the soldiers he had seen so far, leaning back in a comfortable chair, a bottle of beer to his lips, only being lowered when he noticed his son entering. "Jason!" There was a certain slur to his voice. The large number of beer bottles on the table in front of him made the reason for that slur quite claer. "Son! I think we've misjudged these fine folks!" He sounded almost happy. "Go on, go work for them. Do your mama proud, son!" Commander Irons' face showed his distaste of the man, but his words were as measured as before. "Well? Do we have an agreement? Come work for us and learn what you can really do, and we'll bring your dad home."

CHEVAL He did it. He stopped the ship from sinking. So far, so good. Miss Brooks was there, helping people escape, leaving Marcus to continue up ahead on the ship. Figure out what else was going on, how many people were still trapped elsewhere. He made it to the deck just in time to see the silver objects colliding with the coast guard's vessel. "God!" The devastation! The ship was destroyed instantly. This wasn't an accident, this was an attack. Someone was under the water, someone was doing this. But why? His unspoken question was soon answered, with a radio aboard the Elizabeth Dane picking up the broadcast. A ransom? These people were killing people for money? No, he could not let that stand. He would not let that stand, but he couldn't just leave any survivors on the ship on their own... but perhaps he had another choice. The silver ball came from under the water. Was whatever it was coming from down there? From this Dreadnaut? He could see the others gathering. Good, but they still needed to clear the ship. And protect everyone that had gotten off it from another attack.

"More than happy to offer you "next", if I can get the puppy to slow down!" Pan was obviously struggling with the inadisably large dog, his feet planted in mid-air as if he was trying to stop it with air resistance the same way one might try to hold back a rampaging bull by putting ones feet in the ground. "Come now! Nice dog! Good boy! Heel!" The dog didn't want to stop, of course. It continued its path of mayhem through the school, happily barking and panting the entire way. It was really quite something that some could ignore it, even if they played loud music. The dog seemed to be having the time of its life as it pulled Pan along for the merry ride. With Ben and Leroy close behind, the mighty mutt seemed to set its sight on Max, howling as it ran towards her, changing course slightly before a collision with Leroy's crystal, continuing on its path.

@TheAbsurdist: Can I those saves? Else I'll roll them for you. @Thunder King: Can I get a post?

@Shofet, you're up

TOU save vs. Coup de grace: 30 Welp, he's still in the fight.

Pet the puppy!

GM "Light..." the old preacher muttered, reaching up with a hand. "Curious." He stood back up to his full height. Up close, he somehow seemed taller. "We can do with some light, in these trying times. Come. I will show you the work." The old preacher led the way, towards the cross. Jonathan behind Agnes, Crimson Cross standing by the preacher. The preacher motioned towards the giant cross, and the winged woman pushed at it, revealing a hole behind it, with a lever. The old man pulled at it, and the floor they stood on started to descend, like an elevator, slowly falling into the darkness. "Our work is might seem terrible at first, I know, but it is just. This city... Southside... it taints the people of the street. They grow selfish, cruel. Become nothing more than base animals." Everything turned dark, as the descent continud. "We bring them justice."

GM Elizabeth could feel the complete lack of any warmth in Alice's glare, but slowly, it warmed up. "Yes. Maybe it would be good to meet more of Micah's friends." Her intonation was quite clear and deliberate, even if her eyes had grown warm again. "That sound wonderful, Micah," Alice responded, moving in close close enough to brush up against his free hand, grabbing on to his free hand with her own. "I just love flowers, and anything out of the ordinary." She sent Elizabeth another quick look, maybe just to keep an eye on her. "Come, show me where it is, then maybe we can go meet some of your friends after." With Elizabeth taking half a step back, she would stumble somewhat. There was a small hole in the roof, a bit of it chipped away. It couldn't be more than 1 by 1 foot, not something big. Heat was coming off it, though it was rapidly cooling.

She would be able to do that, yeah!

Bluff: 33 Really? Spending a HP to reroll, it is a most important bluff, after all. Bluff Reroll: 42

GM The man and monster roared again. He moved, scratched and pulled at the webbing, clawing at it and trying to break free. The spikes all over his body seemed to grow, and the quantum webbing finally gave away. The monster made a sound from its throat that almost sounded like a laugh as it stood up, the long bone tail swinging behind it. Its eyes seemed to glow, as it roared, then dashed on all four towards Justice.

Justice "I think you guys might have some different opinions about what makes for something snackable!" Robin joined in, as she started to circle around the monster. Just what was this guy made of? Everything they did just bounced right off him. Only thing that seemed to work was Emerald Spider's webbing, and that one lucky shot Robin had made before, but he was already struggling to get free of that. At least everyone was getting out of there, right? Taking another shot... and it just bounced off the guy. Just what was his bones made up? She had something, but it was still experimental... still, better to try it out, at least.

Justice shoots again, going for a +2DC/-2ATK Power Attack this time: 16 That's a hit. Monster rolls TOU vs. DC23: 32 Completely blocked. Monster is undazed and attacks the snare, giving the Snare a DC26 TOU save: 18 Fail by 8: Injury to the Snare And a Save vs DC24 from his spikes: 9 And Snare's disabled, the monster is free! 16 - Emerald Spider - 2HP - Unharmed 13 - Justice - 1HP - Unharmed 9 - Enemy - Bound & Helpless, Bruise (x1)

Right. Big and ugly was as loud and boisterous calm as he was when he was attacking them. That was just a bit annoying. Terrifica was threatening the guy, Triakosia was trying to make peace. Good cop, bad cop. Where did that leave Connor, then? Silent backup? "Why are you here?" he finally asked. Big and ugly had to be here for a reason. It couldn't just be random, could it? "If you're coming from some other world, why come here? The Earth's beaten back the Terminus again, so, what, you just came sightseeing? Came to find that big hunk of junk?"

GM The cage rolled along in its track as the heroes decided on their actions. With at least Archer following the cage, they would meet a few turns and hallways that turned left or right on their way, though the cage continued onwards in a straight path. The general silence of the place was only broken by the noise of the rattling cage, with the Pinball Wizard having fallen silent. The heroes met no resistance or traps in their path. Eventually, the cage would roll into a much larger room, which seemed to be at least 100 feet in all directions. Like the rest of the backstage area, the room was completely white. The walls of the room was littered with hallways with tracks like the ones the cage had been on, all the tricks ending in the middle of the room, where a group of 9 other cages waited, each hanging from a long mechanical arm from the ceiling. As Octoman had predicted, the cages were hanging over a pit, though they couldn't see what was in it from the hallway that entered the room. The distance from the edge of the pit to the cages seemed to be around 10 feet. 6 of the 9 cages had people in them, the last three were empty. While the heroes watched, the cage they had followed reached the end of the pit and stopped. A large large mechanical arm reached down from the ceiling and pulled the cage up, pulling it in to join the others.

Archer II Octoman's arm felt weird. Off. Of course, he probably wasn't quite human anymore, was he? Didn't look like it, at least. Connor had worked together with a bunch of people already, but for some reason, Octoman was just throwing him off his game. Connor climbed out of the cage, moving steadily. There was no way he would inside it for wherever it was going to. He motioned for the prisoner to follow. They couldn't just leave him alone. He already had an arrow ready as he stared ahead at the hallways. "Guess you gotta get a shot with the ladies somehow," he quipped in return. "But you're probably right about the death traps. Doesn't seem like the kinda guy to just leave people hanging around." So, what now? "Follow the cage. Maybe it'll lead the way to the other prisoners." He didn't know if the prep school heroes would do as he asked or not, it didn't matter. At least like this, he had something of a plan.