RocketLord

Forever Boy Pan was, as ever, barely contained in the classroom. Everything in him screamed to start flying, but he tried to keep it down. He liked Mr. Perry well enough, but sitting still, having to actually do homework and group work like this, when he could be out flying, exploring and getting into adventures? So boring! Still, at least this would be an interesting exercise, though he honestly had little idea how to put himself in the shoes of an ordinary person from Earth Prime. Sitting in the same group as Leroy, he was in a bright red t-shirt, with a large black logo on the front, a stylized depiction of a sword. He wore a slightly darker red shirt with a zipper over it to keep warm, and a simple pair of jeans. His hair was, as ever, standing in every direction. "Hello Leroy and Dio." He winked at them, and the last member of their little group. They had seen plenty of action together already, had they not? Still, if they were to present themselves... "I am Pan of Neverworld!" He eyed the book that Leroy produced slightly, somewhat amazed at how it was produced from Leroy's sleeve, but shrugged at the question. "Honestly, I am not quite sure, both on what to think or who to place myself as! I am not really used to ordinary." Pan emphasized the last word a bit, with a bit of a questioning tone. He was honestly not quite sure. "Perhaps I could play into the literary references? The general reaction in this world seems to be to compare me to the book."

Pan grinned at the laugh and the giggle, gladly offering his hands for the complex shapes, his eyes fully focused on the glowing strands. There were ballets based on the book about him, too? "I had not heard about the ballets!" He was even more famous in this world than he had thought! So many different tales and stories, all about him, twisted and changed though they might be. "Oh, I have read the book a few times now. It is kind of weird to read about someone that is you, but not at the same time, if that makes any sense?" That had to be some significance to being here, right? "But maybe you are right! If I will ever understand if there is a significance of being here, rather than there," a map of Neverworld appeared in the air before them, with New Avalon, Victori, the Wish Isle and more, and moving images of sea monsters in the water around the islands, "then perhaps it is best to just let it happen! Besides, where would I even go to figure it out?" There was a bit of triumph in his voice, his optimism still shining through.

Alright, it worked! And then Robin's excitement died out a bit as she had the crunch and crack of the other goon being thrown into a wall by the Wall. It would have been funny, if he had not been working himself into a semi-murderous rage. For a short moment, Robin pondered whether to take a shot at him, try and stop him here and now, but he hadn't made any moves towards her yet, only threats. She couldn't do that. It just seemed wrong. And then Kidd came rushing past them, charging straight after Blowfish and the rest of his goons. And Jackson behind them, getting everything he could on the camera he was carrying. Well, it was Robin's own idea to use Jackson here... "Wait up!" Kidd might be a gloryhound, and a bit of an ass to be honest, but Robin was not going to let him get hurt. Instead, she set into a sprint, doing her best to avoid any unstable steps on the floor as she did her best to catch up with both Kidd and Blowfish, hopefully leaving the Wall behind.

Justice follows Kidd, readying an action to take a shot at the first of Blowfish's goons that she sees, preferring one shooting at her or outside cover if there's a chance. Attack roll for that, in case it comes up: 1d20+11 = 28, DC20.

Lemurians. Should have figured. He was just about to make a comment about Setho when he Tsunami raised her hand. The meaning was clear, and he stopped himself. Staying completely still, he simply listened. There were voices, coming from outside the chamber. Friend or foe? Who could tell. It could be anyone or anything out there. The voices were too faint to make out, anyway. His moving to Tsunami, he pointed at himself once, then towards the doorway. I'll go. Hopefully, it would get his meaning across. Letting go of the cohesion in his body, Cassidy let himself becoming nothing but a loose group of sand that lightly flew across the floor towards the exit, as he did his best to stay hidden while trying to find out who the newcomers were.

Switching Walking Desert array to Whirling Sand Form, to turn DD to a gaseous sand state. Then approaching the outside with some stealth, taking 10 with Skill Mastery for 24.

GM The Elf King stared at Lament, his expression still unreadable, but the annoyance building in his eyes. A slight twitch of his lips. A finger tapping against his cup. He opened his mouth to speak, but already, his subjects had begun to gather around the table, to watch the exchange. It seemed that Lament's gamble and showmanship had paid off, and now the burden of the choice was on the king entirely, rather than on himself. "You have not been permitted to address my people." The King's response was short and sharp. "And yet, my tears are indeed among this collection. A vial of glass, a cup of gold or a cup of wood." There was something behind his eyes, as he looked towards Lament. Something terrible. "I know which container the thief would use. But how am I to know that you have not switched the contents, mortal?"

GM Emerald and crimson light shone from Sea Devil's trident, creating a cascade of light that shone into the trench. The warm orange and red hues changed in response, becoming emerald and crimson as well, before shifting back to red, yellow and orange hues. Still, they did not move. The light that shone back towards the group would occasionally shift to emerald and crimson like Sea Devil's trident, but would otherwise remain in the warm hues. It seemed that the heroes would have to make the first move. After all, the aliens had nothing but time.

Well, this made it clear, at least. Ashley did have some history with the Raven, with the way she was shouting at it. This was not the child's imagination run wild, this was something else, something focused just on Ashley, it seemed. She actually blasted holes in the thing! It was magnificent! "As you wish!" Pan called back to Ashley's command. However surly or annoyed she might seem to be at pretty much the entire student body save Judy, Pan could not fault her skills or tactical abilities. He grinned widely as he stepped in close to the shadow for but a moment. Taking the chance, Pan whirled his spinning Forever Blade in a quick cut towards the creature's chest, or whatever would pass for its chest at least. He was not quite sure if it had chests exactly, but it did look vaguely like a woman, at least. Whether his hit connected or not, Pan stepped back slightly, still spinning his sword around him, moving in erratic patterns, the falling Pixie Dust from it creating an almost hypnotic effect.

Using an accurate attack maneuver with the Forever Blade for +2 attack/-2 DC. Attack roll: 1d20+8 = 14. DC29 Toughness with light descriptor if it hits. I kinda doubt that'll hit, even without the dodge bonus, so another feint as move action to try to set up for next round: Bluff 1d20+16 = 20

@Grumblefloof I think that Lady Horus, Ronin, Wadjet and Doctor Thorne is in the room with the books, where they have currently started setting the ink on fire... including the ink that is pouring into the floor below, where Mr. Strix is currently clinging to the ceiling. Lady Horus' last strike created holes to the floors further below, which the burning ink is now falling into, though there is still a lot of it in the same room as Mr. Strix.

Bullets flying everywhere, the Wall behind her, and Kidd just a bit further behind... This was a fine mess alright. Still, Justice powered through, even as the bullets flew all around her. She was not going to let this stop her. This was the reason she became a hero, right? Take down the bad guys, save the people that need it. Even with the whole confusion on who to trust here, she was at least clear about one thing. Blowfish and his goons were bad guys, and she was going to stop them. Power to the legs, engines roaring, she ran straight up to the thug closest to her. Or more accurately, the crate in front of him, kicking at it with all the power she could muster to send it crashing at him, hopefully taking him down with it.

Alright then. Move action: Get up to the box of the nearest thug. Standard Action: Use Justice Kick to kick at the box, hopefully with enough knockback that it hits the thug.

"Figures. Nothing is ever that easy, is it?" Cassidy's tone was a bit joking. He really hadn't thought it would be that easy, after all. Still, tree top houses. He'd like to see that. So, Tsunami had attended a super hero school. That would've been useful starting out, but then again, he was too old for schools, wasn't he? He kind of wondered where it was, but it didn't really matter right now, did it? Still, school trips to lost lands would've beat his own school. "Wait, Serpent People? Was it Lemurians? Or is there some other kinda snakemen out there?" He paused a moment, and looked around. No, this place was not the place he had travelled to before. It was too different. Still, it seemed like Tsunami here had done a lot more super hero work than he had. Just casually throwing out going to a place like this three times, fighting dinosaurs, super villains and invasions.

GM The King stopped, cup halfway to his lips. His expression was unreadable, like he could not decide if he was glad or appalled at Luther's sudden appearance. He looked at Lament, then at the child for a moment, then made a cutting motion with his hand, prompting a guard to appear and take the child back to the cage. "You return indeed." There was some surprise to his voice. His eyes rested on Lament for but a moment longer. "Well, then? Did you bring that which I sought? Are my tears in your hand?"

Intiative: 1d20+2 = 15. So, Justice's at the same time as The Wall. Who do you want to go first?

Forever Boy Pan looked at the sigil, admiring it for a moment. There was a certain beauty to it. Reina was probably right, however. Why would anyone even be tracking him here? He had not made that many enemies yet, had he? Foiled some crimes, fought some super villains, done things at Claremont. That was the extent of his contributions in this world, as far as he was aware "I suppose you are right." He replied, as he approached the roof with Reina. She was probably right about the beeping sound and the approaching light on the tablet, so all they could do was prepare, it seemed. "But do not worry. You will not be alone." He grinned at her, winking once. "Aurora and Forever Boy! Who could stand against our might?"

GM "SQUAWK!?" Barney let out a shocked yell at the sight of the clean plates. His small eyes blinked furiously, as he approached the plates and cups cautiously. He inspected them for but a moment, then turned to Oswald. "Thank you!" The sour tone from before had all but disappeared. Charlemagne could but chuckle at his butler's reaction. Then he gestured for Oswald to follow. "So... is there any particular creatures that you are interested in, hm? Can just as well be the start of the tour, if it is something I have in my menagerie!"

Notice: Using Skill Mastery for taking 10, so 20.

GM As the Dealer of Downers made his way into the Elf King's hall, he passed the Elf guards. Neither seemed to notice him, concealed as he now were. Even the sharp senses of they Fey could be fooled by nothing, it seemed! In the hall, the Elf King sat on his throne. A child had been brought before him, a young boy in a bright red t-shirt and jeans. He was dancing, while tears fell from his eyes. A heart breaking sight, to be sure! A retainer stood by the Elf King's side, swiftly filling a golden cup with what appeared to be wine. The king would empty the cup in but one tip, then lower it to be filled yet again. "Faster, boy! Make my tears fall yet again!" the Elf King commanded, and the boy sobbed in his misery.

Notice from Elf guards: 1d20+8 = 19 So far... so unnoticed!

Oh, the Wall did not like that, but Justice was swift! The Wall might be big, and he might be pissed off now, but she was faster and she would have to use that advantage. So, move. Put as much distance in between herself and the Wall as she could. A few more bullets were fired. Robin kind of wished she had counted, just to have a guess at how many shots Blowfish's goons had left, but then again, she had never really learned how, and she had no idea how many bullets those guns held anyway! So, onward and upwards, Justice Buster in hand. For a brief moment, Robin wondered whether she should fire on the Wall, try and stop him before he caught up with her, or at least slow him down enough that Kidd could catch up with him, but no. That wasn't who she was. Despite the Wall turning on them, and whatever he was cursing at them, she was not going to do that.

No Atlanteans, then? Cassidy was honestly a bit disappointed, but what could you do? Dinosaurs and prehistoric animals roaming around, then? Fine, he had done that before. Hopefully there wouldn't be any snakemen, at least. "We better get going, then." He motioned towards the exit. "Any sand near your friends? Got a trick where I can travel through that. Could bring you along too, if it comes to it." It probably wouldn't be that easy. Besides, maybe he could finally get to punch a dinosaur. That wouldn't be too bad. Cassidy waited a bit for Tsunami's response before asking another question. "So, what's your story with this place? Sounds like you've been here plenty of times."

GM The mighty light of Ra shone directly into the hole. The heat was intense, powerful and burning. If a hit from Lady Horus' ankh was enough to break through the floor, then a blast such as this was enough to cut through a few others. Even from the outside, the bright blast empowered by the gods themselves. Whatever ink was caught in the blast seemed to be disintegrated almost instantly. Whatever was close seemed to burn away. The ink that was just a bit away caught on fire, which quickly began to spread to the rest of the ink on the floor below. It would only be a matter of time before everyone outside would start to notice the fire. The ink oozing from the books moved faster, now, as it seemed the control of the flaming ink was either fading or abandoned all together. It was moving straight towards Dr. Thorne and Ronin.

The Forever Boy deftly moved back, just inches out of reach from the black spiked tentacle. He looked to Ashley, a grin on his lips, despite the situation. "Do not worry, Leroy is with her. We decided that he had the greatest chance of entering her nightmare, while I would follow you into yours." Yes, this might be the child's nightmare, but not alone, was it? There was something more here. The Raven was not known for having child sidekicks, were she? Pan had to admit it was not his area of expertise, but perhaps the story here was closer to Ashley than it was to the child. "What is this?" There it was, an almost unnoticeable change in tone in Pan's voice. Less jovial, more focused and serious, the smile slowly fading from his lips. "What is your history with the Raven, that you fear her so? Face it. I will buy you some time." He turned towards the Raven-thing, the monster of darkness before them, Forever Blade shining in his hand, held out towards the monster. "Yes, listen to ME!" Pan all but roared back at the Raven-thing. His voice was different still. Age and experience normally kept hidden, a hint of his true nature. It was not something he kept hidden, not a secret as most would understand. If asked, he would share. But it was something that he had yet to share with the Blue Squad. Something he would have to rectify soon, if the creature's shouts of lies were any indication. Ashley would probably be able to hear the change in tone. "The world is beautiful! It is full of adventure and wonder and magic!" The Forever Blade danced around him as he shouted at the Raven-thing, swinging, shining, glimmering all around him. Its movements fast and unpredictable, preparing for another strike. "Who cares about your threats and your accusations, monster? Ashley is stronger than you!"