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GM Ahab continued running through basement, smashing through anything in his path, while Gauss and Forever Boy followed. Finally, he reached a wall, but rather than wait, he moved up, smashing straight through it and up into the street. For a moment, he simply stopped. All the lights, all the people. "What is this cursed place?" he let out, as he stared out, before he inhaled and smelled something, a grim smile appearing on his lips. "The sea!" He started running, heading towards the nearest water as fast as he could. Still, it would not take much for either Gauss or Forever Boy to catch up.
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Forever Boy Pan shook his head sadly, before flying after Selena. "Something like that happened to this Ahab, but he did not die. He came back, determined to kill the Whale, and now look at him. Completely consumed, thinks of nothing else." He paused, while he dodged around a column. "But to be fair, that Whale is quite dangerous, and I have seen the destruction it can cause." He frowned a bit at Selena's question. He had kind of hoped that she hadn't caught on to that bit, but maybe he should come clean? "Ah, nothing, nothing. I was completely innocent!" No, not quite, of course. There was a crash from in front of them, and the light from the street lamps poured in. Whatever he had done, Ahab had managed to smash up to the street from the basement. Pan gave another pause, before finishing his reply. "I might have stolen a rather powerful artifact that Ahab wanted, to make sure that he did not end up using it for anything too bad? And then dropped it into the ocean while taunting him, before flying off? Leaving him stranded on a deserted island? Honestly, it is nothing major! He is clearly overreacting!"
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GM The man with the many bones growled and desperately clawed at the webbing stuck to his face. He managed to scratch himself, marks appearing on his face, scratches in the bones that stuck out, but to no avail: The webbing was stuck, and he was unable to see. Despite this, he turned to the sound as Justice called out to him. He probably just couldn't help himself, as the blast slammed into him at full force, knocking him a few feet back, closer to Emerald Spider, leaving him completely open to attack.
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Justice Yes! A hit! Robin got him, right in the chest! And... he didn't honestly seem all that bothered by it. What was this thing made of? It couldn't just be regular bones, could it? Had to be something else to him too, aside from the obvious. She wasn't quite used to this armor yet, but keeping her distance had to be the best choice her. Just like Emerald Spider, bouncing all around and calling out and shooting webbing straight into the guy's face. "Awesome!" Robin shouted back in triumph at the Spider's hit. Right in the face, and Mr. Boneface was already grabbing at it, trying to break free. Angling herself a bit, Robin activated the jump jets in her boots, catapulting her back, out of reach and to the right of the bone guy while taking aim. Emerald Spider had bought her a moment, she had to use that. Full power to the Justice Buster. "Hey, hey! Over here!" She had to keep talking, say something, then pull the trigger, the recoil of the blast sending her arms flying upwards. She really needed to do something about that.
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That's a hit! Reflex save to avoid being blinded: 17 He's blinded! Justice jumps back out of reach and shoots with the Enhanced Blaster again vs DC22: 1d20+9 = 15 A hit, and TOU from the enemy: 12, staggered and dazed. Only gets a fortitude save vs DC20 to stop being blinded: 16 NOPE, still blind. 26 - Emerald Spider - 2HP - Unharmed 19 - Justice - 1HP - Bruise (x1) 14 - Enemy - Bruise (x2), Blinded (Flatfooted defense -2), Staggered, Dazed (until next turn) ES is up.
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GM Agnes had options, of course. The man was heading for another shelter, and who knew, maybe people had disappeared from that? Alternatively, there were the other leads to follow. Maybe the man preaching salvation in the abandoned church near Yeats, or the winged woman near Freedom College? The man seemed to have his own plans, of course, as he continued down the road, before turning sharply. Above, there was a faint sound, like the flapping of wings. If Agnes looked up, she would see a woman with great white wings flying through the sky. She wore a primarily white costume. Form fitting, covering every inch of her body, face included. The costume had a red cross on the face, with the arms of the cross just above her eyes. It also had what appeared to be a large red cross on the outside of each leg and arm. She was heading in the same direction as the man.
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Mice avoided, give me an IC!
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You're pretty much in the middle of the floor atm. There's a door next to the elevator marked utilities.
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Archer II: 10 posts + 40 GM posts = 50 posts = 4PP + 9PP from Extracurriculars = 13PP Kingmaker: Benelux (6) Kingmaker: Opening Move (3) Kingmaker: Queen's Defense (1) Extracurriculars: Second Shot: Origin Vignette: >1000 words. [+2PP] 20 Questions [+1PP] HellQ [+2PP] Guidebook Page [+2PP] Reputation [+1PP] EU Profile [+1PP] Cheval: 1 post + 9 GM posts = 10 posts = 2PP Vibora Bay - Storm of the Century (1) Forever Boy: 6 posts + 19 GM posts = 25 posts = 3PP Belly of the Beast (Posts marked Forever Boy) (2) Dead Men Tell No Tales (3) Sky-Pirates (Posts marked Forever Boy) (1) Justice: 6 posts + 19 GM posts = 25 posts = 3PP Armor Leg (1) Choose Your Own Adventure (Posts Marked Justice) (2) Monster of the Week (Posts marked Justice) (2) How the Northwest Was Won (1) Rebellion: 16 posts + 9 GM posts = 25 posts = 3PP Otherworld Capers (16) U.F.O. (All from before archieving): 5 posts = 1PP (or half of that for being archived, so just 1PP anyway?) Praetorians: Return to the Fold (1) Stellar School (4) GM: 49 posts A Different Kind of Justice (3) Belly of the Beast (Posts marked GM) (2) Choose Your Own Adventure (Posts marked GM) (1) Contending With The Contenders (3) Emerald City Showdown (4) Happiness In Slavery (11) Ink (2) Mazes and Minotaurs (20) Monster of the Week (Posts marked GM) (2) Sky-Pirates! (Posts marked GM) (1) 49 GM posts = 98 posts to divide: 40 posts to Archer 19 posts to Forever Boy 19 posts to Justice 9 posts to Rebellion 9 posts to Cheval 2 post leftover, if I miscounted somewhere In case I've done a miscount worse than 2 posts somewhere, take GM posts away from Cheval first, then Forever Boy, as long as he earns at least 2PP.
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GM "Yes... Yes!" Rita shouted, turning and running after Nicole as she rolled past. The door opening before them, revealing much more than just the twelve mice that had been sitting outside moments before. Much like the continuing stream of mice that seemed to be rushing after them, almost like a wave of flesh, fur and metal, the mice seemed to appear from everywhere inside the office. Strangely, despite having been populated with people moments before, the entire office was now empty, save for the mice. They had options of where to go, of course. The elevator. The stairs. Out the window. All had disadvantages and advantages, especially given they were at least a floors above ground. "Argh!" Rita had picked up a floor lamp and was using its rather wide foot to try and smash the mice that were catching up with them. "What the hell? We haven't even tested this many mice!"
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So, the mice are pretty much everywhere, and they're COMING FOR YOU! The office floor is pretty open at first view, but with tables and work stations spread out, and some isolated large cubes as offices, like Rita's. I've presented some options of where to try to go, but you are of course free to come up with your own options, or try something entirely different. If you try to get to one of the options I've presented, give me a DC 12 Reflex Save to avoid the mice.
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Round and round Jones went. If he wasn't wearing an armor like that, Robin might have had to suppress a giggle at his lines. His gig, his show, his vengeance? Who even talked like that, outside TV? If anything, he sounded just like some anti-hero rivals or tragic bad guys from Kamen Rider. Robin moved another step back, keeping her distance while keeping her gun up. She wanted to be ready if he moved. "What vengeance? Honestly, you wanna kill yourself and everyone else here, whether they're bad guys or not? That's just crazy. That's not vengeance. That'll just make you the bad guy! I know I've just met you, but I think you mean well, so, c'mon! Don't do this! Who is this Anna to you, anyway? Why'd she want to give you a bomb that'd blow up more than she said it would?" Keep talking, keep talking. Look for a way around him to get the hell out of there. Hope he didn't start trying any face punching.
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Pan had nodded eagerly along with Veronica's encouragement and request of Davyd. Yes. He would have to try and become a sharktopus! Spread out through the meal, and while walking through the streets, he would occasionally mouth "sharktopus!" to Davyd or any of the others with a wide grin, but of course, he was distracted by so many things along the way, in the shops or on the streets. So many new things. And of course he was the first to be at the front of the tender. He had to be, he would accept no other seat. The smell of the ocean was intoxicating. It reminded him of home and adventure. Grinning widely, he eagerly pointed out any interesting ships they saw on the way. He could feel the wind and the rough water, but he only met it with a laugh as Veronica accelerated. He only laughed as the water splashed over him. "Come now, Veronica! You can do better than that!" he shouted back at her.
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U.F.O. "Affirmative." 777's reply was short, before it resumed full stealth. How to approach this situation? It was one thing to hide and follow, another to attempt to stop an enemy combatant without making any noise, or alterting the combatant's allies. It would, perhaps, be best to draw the enemy combatant's attention, drawing it out of the cave. Moving a bit away from the sentry, 777 engaged its tractor beam, a blue-ish white beam shooting out from a panel on its underside and grabbing hold of a rgood size ock. Then it threw the rock forward, a bit away from the enemy combatant, but with enough force to make some noise, hopefully drawing the sentry's attention.
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"Affirmative. Designer Sitara's planet of origin is the Earth, in what one could consider ancient times." It was a strange feeling to have someone this excited about it. 777 was not quite sure how it made it feel. Was it pride? It always had trouble with pride. "This unit would be happy to demonstrate the usage of any onboard systems." Still, the Terran had named its weapons as Lor technology. Not quite right, and it felt a tinge of annoyance, even if the Terran had no way of knowing the difference. Alternatively, the Terran might be disappointed to learn that 777 did not originate among the Lor. Curious. "This unit hopes that it will not disappoint, however, it must note that it is not a Lor creation. This unit was designed and created in the Delaztri Empire."
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GM The ink written on the book shifted. At first, they simply formed the word GOD in a standard sized font in the middle of the page. Then the word started appearing all over the two pages, until they eventually grew completely black, covered in the words. It almost, but not quite, seemed like the book was moving with the force that caused the words to appear. The ink on the pages shifted again, twisting into the words I WILL REMEMBER YOU. The words lingered for but a moment, before being replaced with the words ROSA THORNE. They in turn faded, the normal text on the page appearing once more. Whatever magic or otherworldly power had been in the book, it was gone. The text in the book itself now seemed concerned with gardening, of all things.
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Connor had raised his hands up in defeat at Lester's statement, but without replying anything. He wasn't here to start trouble, but he wasn't about to let some the Claremonter walk over him, just because he'd only just picked up a weapon. Instead of making the situation any worse, he stood back and listened, while Paige outed herself as a Psion. He remained silent on that matter, too. The old man had told him about it already, and with how messed up he had made the Psions sound, it made sense that Hologram tried to distance herself from that name. "If you set me up for a clear shot, I'll take her down," he added to Cline's plan. Of course, that force field might be a problem, but he had options, if it came to that. Still standing back, he shook his head lightly. Yeah, going to find Rachel would be the smart thing, but he still had some questions. He looked at Lester. "Don't suppose he left a number or anything like that?" Probably not. After the eventual reply, he turned to Corona again. "What could your friends do, in case Heather's gotten to them?" Tactics. Plan ahead. Only way to keep up with these super people.
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Emerald Spider, Kanunu, Shrike and Rebellion is up, then. I'll try and get this started after the weekend.
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1d20+1 = 6 Anything from Archer's Mentor Benefit feat below that could help? Benefit 1 [Mentor - Archer I - Can provide knowledge and tactics suggestions, potential knowledge, per GM's discretion]
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Koschei The Deathless (PL12) - NPC Tier 3
RocketLord replied to RocketLord's topic in Non-Player Characters
Missed the 1/3rd not matching up completely, my bad. Its fixed now. Knockback fixed. Fixed typo: Supposed to be Somatic Healing, thank you! -
GM The woman looked up, struggling to move. Her nose was clearly a broken mess, some of her teeth seemed loose. "You're a false god. Not worthy of the title. Who cares what God do to mortals? If the woman believed herself mad, then maybe she is!" She struggled away from Lady Horus, or at least attempted to get away, raising an accusing hand towards Strix. "And look! Is that what the ally of God should do? Feast on their fallen enemies?" Her voice was strained. She was fighting to stay conscious. "This will not be enough. One day, you will see the face of God!"
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GM As Nicole started typing at the terminal, the scritches and scratches and bumps continued. Rita grabbed the discarded lamp, as the door now began to shake with each bump that came from it. Whatever was happening on the other side of the door, the mice were slowly starting to get through. It had been easy enough to find a mailing list, a group that seemed to cover most of the building, and to send the message. Rita looked at Nicole, her eyes scrutinizing the intern. "Alright, I guess. Just be quick with whatever you need to do." As the seconds ticked by and Nicole could do whatever she planned, the terminal suddenly shut down, the screen going black. Rita didn't even have time to shut her eyes before she screamed, swinging the lamp in her hand towards the small mouse that was in the room, chewing through the power cable to the terminal. "They're in here!" The panic was clear in her voice as she swung the lamp again and again, the mouse deftly moving out of the way from every swing. And then... *bump* With a crash, the grate in front of the air duct fell out, mice starting to stream out and into the room. All seemed changed by the nanomachines, but there were so many more than what Rita had shown Nicole in the room.
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Not Quite A Homecoming, June 2019 Post Counts
RocketLord replied to TheAbsurdist's topic in Archives
I think my reward counter has been updated wrong. My highest PP gain for June was 7PP for Justice, but my reward tracker has only increased from 69 to 73, not 76 as it was supposed to be. -
I'm looking for 2-3 Emerald City based PCs to try and get some more interaction going, maybe get some plots moving for Emerald City. The basic idea is that some out of town super villains are showing up to stake the claim, since the city obviously doesn't have any super villains at all. Of course, Emerald got some heroes, and some people that might not see kindly to out of towners showing up. It might evolve a bit from that, depending on who's involved. I'm planning on involving Justice or Rebellion, depending on interest.
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GM "What is it?" Rita looked up, having been looking at the screen. her eyes widened, the look in them echoing the one that Nicole had displayed when she saw the mice. "Close the door! Now!" She stormed over, and despite her order to Nicole, Rita did the work herself, shutting the door straight in the faces of the mice. Just before the door closed, Nicole saw that the mice hadn't moved at all. Her search for an escape route seemed rather fruitless. There was a small air duct, but much smaller than what a person could fit through. The door seemed to be the only escape route. "We shut the door, right? I shut the door completely!" Rita's calm had completely disappeared, while she started wide eyed at Nicole. "They're not... They were dead. Completely dead. No life signs. It doesn't make any sense." *bump* The sounds were clearly coming from the door now. But there were something more. A sound, like *scritch scritch scritch*, continuously coming from all around them, though seeming to head towards the small air duct leading into the room.