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Combat I was sure that everything with half was rounded down, but oh well! Good to know! And I'd completely forgotten to fill out grapple and knockback, my bad. Thanks for the numbers. All fix Feats Typo fixed As mentioned on discord, the Attack Specialization feat is really mostly a flavor thing. I doubt he'll be pulling the Commander Suit out of storage anytime soon, but he did use it for a long time, and then its there if he starts actually using it. Very weird, I know.

GM It wasn't difficult to get a group together, it seemed. A dark vigilante of the night, a speedster that could outrun the wind if she tried. A formidable group, it seemed. Hell Girl would not be able to share much of the threat. She knew roughly where it was, and that they would be dealing with some cultist activity, or something along those lines at least. What they were trying to summon, who they worshipped, even what they called themselves? Nothing of that at all. The butt crack of nowhere indeed, to deal with some no name cult. But maybe they would be more dangerous than it sounded.

C'mon, just a bit more. Just get a hit in, just hit the right spot and let the Wall finally go down. The way he came running at her, Robin would probably have panicked if this had been just a month ago. Sweat dripping off him, his breath labored. He was getting tired, whether he could turn into a ball or not. He was absolutely covered in dust now, and that just had to piss him off even more. The engines were starting to get hot on her legs, but she had to keep going. And remember to put in something that could protect against that. It didn't hurt or anything, Robin doubted it would cause her any kind of damage, but it wouldn't be great in the long run. Not that she had expected to hav the engines running for more than quick kicks, but it seemed that wouldn't be enough. "Why don't you just fall down already!?" she shouted, aiming another powered kick straight at the Wall's chest. The moment it connected, she followed up, pushing off the ground with her other foot and delivered a kick to the side of the Wall's face, before landing on both feet again. He was still standing. Just what would it take to stop him?

AND ANOTHER! 1d20+8= 21 DC23! Toughness!

And let's try another Accurate maneuvre Justice Kick, just because 1d20+8 = 25 DC23 Toughness!

How was the Wall even standing after another hit like that? Just what was the guy made of? At least Jackson was still filming. Sure, he'd be in danger from Kidd, but she was pretty sure that Kidd didn't want to risk being spotted actually hurting Jackson on television. That was bound to be bad for whatever glory he wanted to grab from this little failure of a mission. Robin could at least duck under the Wall's punch. The engines still going at full power, and she was up close already, so no reason to try for shooting him. Another kick, aimed at his legs. Maybe get him to fall, then take him out?

Right then. Another Justice Kick, since he's up close anyway. Accurate maneuvre again. 1d20+8 = 12 Miss, oh well!

Well, that did not work at all! It seemed that nothing Pan did had any real effect on this Krampus, nothing seemed to really hurt him! And Pan was still stuck in the ice, even as everyone else was doing great. What had he done? Managed to get Krampus to swipe at him instead of someone else? It was kind of disappointing. He had to do better. And if he could not hurt Krampus from here, then maybe he could distract him, giving the others a better chance of actually stopping him. So, what could he do? Krampus was big. He was a holiday monster, or something like that. He was the bad thing that happened to naughty children. Then who would oppose him? Who did good things for children? Pan grinned, even as he struggled a bit against his bonds. Oh, he knew just what he would do to try and distract the giant Krampus and his little minions. In a whirl of snow and the sound of bells, he appeared! A giant, towering above them all, standing as tall as Krampus. Dressed in red and white, with a full beard and a laugh in his voice. The scent of cookies and candy filled the nostrills of anyone present. His beard was long, and as white as snow! He had a big sack, filled with presents, slung over his shoulder, one gloved hand holding on to it, the other resting on his belt. A loud "Ho ho ho!" filled the air! And as Giant Santa gazed upon Giant Krampus, he spoke with a voice that was old, yet young. "My, my. What a naughty boy you have been, Krampus!"

Other people had started posting now. StartaSalvo, huh? Robin read through her comments and questions, as well as Terrifica's responses to herself. She smiled lightly at the response that she didn't mean to imply anything about how she had acted, and the suggestions for the utility belt. Yes, she had to get a grapple gun, she was aware of that. And the suggestion for the Chameleonic Field Projector fit great with the ideas she was having for some of her alternate suits. One good thing that had come from working with Kidd was his question about her having a stealth field or something like that. Still, that brought her to another question. Kidd.

Dangerous magic. Just great. Probably what those Nazis were looking for, then. And not something Cassidy would feel good about letting Nazis get their hands on, anyway. Still, better to find out what it was, instead of taking them out right now, as much as he wanted to. Cassidy was quickly distracted by Tsunami as she moved into the tunnels. He was made of sand, could split apart his entire body if he wanted, but from what he'd seen, Tsunami was full flesh and blood, and yet, she made no sound, moving like she was barely even there. Cassidy followed her, his loose form of sand flying through the air with little trouble. It was easy. So much easier than it had been when he first got these powers. Besides, who cared if some sand moved around? Nobody, that's who. Plenty of sand in the world, after all. And so, he drifted after Tsunami, moving as close to the Nazis as he dared without them noticing him. They were careful. Could they read the writing on the walls, or was it just markings pointing in the right direction for them?

That's a pass!

Pan looked around at the group, as Dana revealed that she was not from this Earth, as if it was a big thing. Yes, a big thing, for this group, to be from another world. The craft was certainly impressive, he was sure of that, but the irony of the situation was just too much for him. He couldn't resist. "Yes, well, that is all very impressive, honestly, but..." He pointed to Leroy and Dio. "Earth 2." Next, pointing to Astrid. "Godling, yes?" Then, finally to himself. "And Neverworld." He was one huge grin, as he pointed at himself. "With that said: Yes. Yes I am very much in." A friend was in need, and this sounded like an adventure! Other worlds! "This sounds like an adventure I would hate to miss!"

The Wall was coming in from behind. She could hear him. Ball or just a guy, he was big, and he was loud. He wasn't about to sneak up on her. Robin had to get ready, had to time this just right. If he got too close, he'd get his hands on her. Too far way, she'd miss. And Kidd was big trouble. "Jackson. Do not give Kidd any excuse. Just keep filming. He's going down just as hard as Blowfish and the Wall if he tries anything." She was in over her head, Robin knew that. The Wall coming in from behind, Kidd standing in front of her. Blowfish about ready to give up, at least. The Wall was coming in fast. The seconds felt like hours. She couldn't take her eyes off Kidd for too long. And man, did she ever need to figure out what cops to trust. Needed to find someone she could trust, for once. So far, everyone she had teamed up with for just a moment had turned on her. The Wall was coming up behind her. Engines on. Full power. Spinning around the moment he was close enough, Justice raised swung her right leg straight towards the side of the Wall's face. He was tough. No holding back. If he went down, she would spin around into a standing position, gun aimed at Kidd once more. If not, quickly back away from him, making sure to keep an eye on both him and Kidd still.

JUSTICE KICK! To the Wall's face as he gets too close! With Accurate maneouvre, for +2 Attack / -2 Tough: 1d20+8 = 24 DC23 Toughness if that hits!

Let' see a check for if you are fast enough to keep the boy happy! Perform, sleight of hand, whichever you think apply most to however you keep him try to keep him happy. DC pending, depending on the method.

GM The child laughed, all hesitation leaving her face. She happily laughed, grabbing the bright balloon horse with both hands. The other child, however, seemed displeased. His sister had a new toy! Why should he not have one as well? Drawing in breath, it was clear that he was about to start crying, and loudly at that. Would Lament have the skill and speed to prevent an outburst from the child? And the King looked on, his chin resting on his hand, an amused smile on his lips.

GM Mr. Strix moved quickly through the building. Even with the fire behind him gone, the sound of sirens were sounding in the distance. It would probably only be a matter of time until they would reach the now no longer burning building, if they could get through the riot, at least. Racing to the room that had been their target, he found a closed door. Outside the door, the walls, floor and ceiling were covered in residue of ink. Dark stains at first, like something had been dragged through it, growing almost completely black near the door. The door itself appeared fairly mundane. He could hear multiple voices on the other side of the door, all chanting in the same monotone. Would he enter, or wait for Doctor Thorne? The fire was gone. The ink was no more. the mortal that was Lady Horus had succeeded. Ronin, Doctor Thorne, Mr. Strix and Wadjet would all know it almost immediately, as the heat disappeared along with the flames. The guards remained unconscious, and they would have to decide their next course of action, whether it was to support Mr. Strix above, get the guards out as Mr. Strix had suggested, or do something else. Ronin now held the glass of ink in his hands. He could see it moving inside, swirling, pushing against its prison.

James Barrie? It was hard to remember. He was the writer, was he not? The one that had written the book? Pan felt even older than the grey man looked now. In truth, he was probably much, much older. In body and in spirit both. And yes, he created him. This Barrie claimed as much. It was hard to hear, hard to see, hard to remember. Did he create him? He told of George. Of Rupert. Of Peter. And all that had happened to them. He had known a George once. And a Rupert. And a Peter. They had all passed, in the time that had gone by. He had outlived them all, like he did with anyone. But Barrie was forgetting someone, was he not? Pan perked up a bit at the thought. Yes, yes, there were someone else, too. Who was it? It was a girl. He knew that much, at least. And then the train. Pan stared at it, seeming rather uncaring. He was lost in thought, as Victoria asked her question. Stay in the story? Stay in the adventure? In a world where everyone does not just leave him be? He barely even noticed Leroy, until he shouted and created the portal and the train was gone. Pan smiled slightly. "Thank you." It was silent, raspy. So unlike Pan's normal voice. Yes, yes. That bravado. That life. He was right, of course. Life was an adventure, life itself was a story! He raised a shaking, wrinkled hand, pointing at Barrie, and at Victoria. "Leroy is right, Victoria. The world can be a hard place. It can be cruel, cold and terrible. That is an universal constant. One that that seems to be the same here or in Neverworld." His voice was rising, gaining strength. Leroy's words had given him the final push. Now what was that girl's name? "I have seen more than anyone will ever know. I have forgotten more than most will ever experience! Stories are wonderful, yes, that much is true!" It was almost there, at the tip of his tongue. "Maybe I am but a story, come to life. A reflection of a tale told to children for a hundred years! Maybe I am nothing more than that!" His lips, old and wrinkled, much like the rest of him, had split into a triumphant grin. Golden Pixie Dust had started falling from his body, showering the area in light. "Or maybe! Maybe that is all wrong! Maybe I am something much more! I have loved and lost so many! I have known joy and pain! I have known victory, I have known defeat! And yet, here I stand! I live! I love! You want your life to be a story? Then wake up! Live, love, learn! Never give up, never stop! Live the adventure that you want your life to be!" His voice was triumphant, his strength was returning! He felt younger, even if he did not look the part. He was starting to feel like himself once more! He could remember the name. "Peter might have died, tossing himself before a train, but I am not Peter. I am Pan, the Forever Boy! Yes, I have lost so many! And I will lose many more! But to hide yourself from the world, to hide in a story? That would be an even greater tragedy!" Wendy. Her name had been Wendy.

Pan quickly joined in on the song, singing loudly and proudly along. Yes, his initial annoyance at the reason for the adventure were giving away at the sheer joy of the new adventure, of the new world to explore! "Tallyo, tallyo! Come now Oz! Come now Lorenzo! Sing along too!" Cutstabs! An interesting way of phrasing it. And the song was much like at home, was it not? That appeared to be one thing these Fae had in common with the Pixies of Neverland. The songs, the music. Pan flew up high, did a quick loop, then landed before Boddyflock and performed a quick bow. "Lead the way, chief Bollyflock, and I shall follow!" Well, they had remained kind of motionless, but perhaps a repeat of his earlier statement would move them along? Pan could quickly fight the fungus, if that was the adventure of the day, but these Fae would have to lead the way.

OOC for this @Heartbreaker, @secondling, @EternalPhoenix Probably primarily a combat thread, but let's see where it takes us.

GM February 20th, 10:30 PM A little town with no name, about 25 miles Northeast of Clarksville, Arkansas. Hell Girl had heard the rumors. Something big was about to go down in the middle of nowhere, Arkansas. A small town that wasn't even on any map. It was maybe twenty houses, arranged in a nice cross with houses oppsite of each other, a single store in the middle of all that, and maybe three farms a bit further away. The town was surrounded by hills, with nothing but dust trails leading to it from other, more populated areas. There were a few trucks around, some with confederate flag decals. This time of the night, the town was silent. All dark. They had power from somewhere, sure, but everyone would normally be sleeping. But this night, all three barns were lit from the inside. Each of them had two people standing watch outside the doors. According to the rumors that Hell Girl had picked up, this little town in the middle of nowhere was not as innocent as it seemed. They were a cult of some sort. Or at least tried to be. Had grown out of some trailer park, then decided to go start their own place. And this night they were trying to bring forth their demonic master. So, Hell Girl had called in some help.

GM "Buh?" the screaming child replied, curious for a moment. Then started screaming again. "Horses." The guard replied, obviously annoyed at having to answer for his child, but he did not dare to oppose his king twice in one night. No, that would be too much to risk.

Kidd. Of course it was Kidd. The bodyguard was hurt and bleeding. He was a bad guy, working for Blowfish, but still, there was no reason for anything like that. If only the Wall hadn't stomped all over the plan trying to get at Blowfish, if only Kidd had actually been trustworthy, if only Robin had actually thought this all through. If, if, if... Was she really that bad at all this? Every plan she had made here was starting to blow up in her face. She couldn't let that guy die, even he was a bad guy. And Kidd was proving to be just as bad, the way he was threatening Jackson now. What was she going to do? He was waving his shotgun around like it was a toy. She had to do something. Take the shot? That bodyguard had completely missed him even up close. No, talk it through. Get a moment to think. And the Wall was coming up behind her, maybe use him, somehow... "Kidd! Drop the gun or I drop you! RIGHT NOW!" There was some panic in her voice. Nobody dies. She had to stick to that. Nobody dies.

Pan's eyes were wide as Nicole went to work. It was, simply put, amazing. It was fast, much faster than he believed such magic to be. Much faster than it had ever been when he had seen it on Neverworld. And here, despite wearing the massive armor, Nicole was creating pathways, doing all she could to get them back on the path so that they could deal with the traitor and the threat to the school. Now, could he do anything else? "This is amazing." His words echoed his thoughts as he reached into the path of fire. No, it did not burn. His lips split into his grin again, and he threw himself into the path. Never let anyone say that he would pause before jumping into the next adventure. Everything was shifting, turning, changing color, changing before his eyes. Flames that were pink to red to purple to blue to green to yellow to... It was a swirling mess of magnificence. It was strange, it was uncanny. And Pan couldn't help himself from starting to laugh midway through. Amazing! Simply amazing! And then they were out. And there was Baal. And Mike. Pan had to admit that he kind of enjoyed Baal's quick gag for Mike, seeing how uncomfortable it made the traitor, but he understood it. Baal was just strange to look at. Three heads on spider legs, welcoming them as children. He was cordial, at least. Did not seem like he was just about to give them what he wanted, he was completely secure in himself. Not really surprising, given his status. He was big, he was scary, he was disgusting, but Pan kept the candy from the evening in. So, what should they do, then? Attack? Seemed like it might not be the best option. Not right away, at least. He would probably be several magnitudes more powerful than them. So, Pan did the best thing he could think of instead, and with a smile, he flew up, the Pixie Dust illuminating the air around him. "We do indeed have several concerns, my dear Baal!" He raised a hand up, before quickly lowering it to point at Baal. "Did you honestly think this through? Trying make your little midnight business here, of all places? Coming to Claremont, in the middle of Freedom City? Do you even know how many heroes are in this school, not to talk about the rest of the city? And, now look at us. We're just three such heroes, and what did we do to the demons that you sent to give us pause? We annihilated them! Didn't even break a sweat!" His grin widened, as he snapped his fingers that had previously been pointing at Baal. The Pixie Dust that surrounded him exploded out from him, illuminating the room. It moved in shapes and colors, all bright lights. "Do you even know who you are dealing with here? I am the Forever Boy of Neverworld! I have dealt with demons like you for longer than this city has stood!"

So, Pan is bluffing to keep Baal occupied, and to make him think that coming here might not have been such a good idea: Bluff: 1d20+21 = 35 And some illusions for theatrics.