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Since we’re dropping out of combat, is it okay to assume the one Paper was attacking was caught by the Snare and is out of action?
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Ref save: 21 w/ Evasion 2 Skin of his teeth, or should I say a paper thin margin?
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Will save: 28 wow, nat 20 Initiative: 9 Ah, there's my typical roll.
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Blackstaff “I’m gla-*cough*” His voice was a little hoarse and Blackstaff rubbed his throat as he cleared it. He tried to speak again. “I’m glad you’ve decided to stop resisting.” Blackstaff leaned casually on the firm blackened piece of wood that bore a striking resemblance to his nickname. “Now, about these goblins…” He cocked an eyebrow. “Don’t suppose you’d be willing to enlighten us as to how you became entangled with them?”
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Paper “That’s right.” Leon grinned, knowing full well the irony the team’s leader would find in the statement. “Someone’s gotta keep that ego of his in check.” He smirked at Charlie, as if daring the other to come up with a good comeback. He regarded Muirne when she mentioned the incident a few Christmases ago. “Oh ya, I had almost forgotten about that.” He lied. He just didn’t want to think about his brother and sister right now. “Holidays are just weird trouble magnets. Can’t count them or you’re gonna throw the odds.” He shrugged dismissively. He continued to pet the cat in his lap when a thought came to him. “Hey, Vik. We’re not making you feel weird hanging with a bunch of couples are we?” He asked, sounding genuinely concerned they could be making her uncomfortable.
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Paper Paper flipped and spun, dodging Scarlet Mist’s attack unscathed. He stood to face her as she semi-reformed. “Good together? Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure you woulda been one hellava ride, girl.” He said,tilting his head slightly and sounding a little disappointed. “I may be a bad boy, but I ain’t a monster. I draw the line at hurting innocent peeps and attempted murder.” “Now, if I gotta lay hands on you, I will.” He smirked. “Though, my girlfriend might get upset with me if she finds out.” Sheets of paper rustled as he began to spin a paper staff. “Doubt I can convince you and the sis-con to back off and sit quiet till the cops show?” Paper raised his voice so Purple Haze could hear him, trying to taunt the brother into moving so the others could see the bikers. “Guess I’ll just help you into something a little less comfortable.” Paper swung the staff in an arch and it exploded into a flock of paper birds that rushed Scarlet Mist in an attempt to engulf her. When they hit the stick to her, trying to layer upon each other until not even her mist could slip through. Trying to form a paper cocoon around the villain.
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I wasn't using al the PP available for Snare so I figured it couldn't hurt to try to double down on the Affects Insubstantial. Ranged Attack: 24 I think that hits. Ref save DC22
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Seraphim Sarah blinked, a little surprised at the sudden shift in Kadene’s attitude. The boisterous young woman was suddenly solemn and humorless. A near 180 from mere moments ago. The blonde girl’s rebuke had seemed to have really upset her, though Sarah was quite sure why. Still, something in her felt the need to place a hand on her arm in a manner that was meant to reassure someone. She left her hand there a moment in silence before giving it a little squeeze. “Come on, if we’re quick we might find this, ah, green boy first.” Sarah tried to sound encouraging. She had to concede, she thought she remembered see the goblin boy on campus, but had actively avoided them. He had struck her as more ‘energetic’ then she was currently comfortable with. But it seems their paths may be about to cross anyway. Sarah walked with walked with the pirate girl as they followed Renee back towards the market stalls.
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GM Vik took offense at what she saw and beelined for the two with no regard. Behind her, the others followed. Eira stepping closer than Luke and Muirne, but allowing Vik room to act unhindered. As they all approached, they could hear part of the conversation between the two. “You brought me here. Because you knew you couldn’t live without me.” The young man said in a domineering tone. “N-no, that’s not true.” The girl stammered her objection, but she seemed to lean in closer. “Just admit it, you know you want me as much as I wa-” You could almost hear the triumph in his words… until a strong hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled him away. “Huh? What the-?” In the instant it took for Eira’a eyes to snap the image, she knew it wasn’t going to be necessary to contact the police. Their paths had crossed before. In fact, they had crossed paths with the young man less than a year ago. Luke and Muirne knew him as well, but never dressed quite like this. The patch crowded jean jacket and black jeans weren’t his typical style. For Vik, she was still getting to know the young man. Leon blinked at Vik in obvious confusion for a moment before his eyes darted around and found the others. “Oh sh-!” “What the hell is going on?” The girl demanded even as Leon groaned and facepalmed. Her tone, no longer the demure one she had a moment ago, but demanding and self righteous. “Jeff!” She yelled, and a larger man who had obviously been chatting with another woman started jogging over hurriedly with a look that said he knew he was in trouble.
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Blackstaff Blackstaff and Lark entertained Deamer with stories of past cases and adventures as they waited for Morrowind to return. It was well into the night before the ghost appeared again to relay her findings. She gave Blackstaff a pointed look as she emphasized how she had scoured the shelves alone, to which he gave a sheepish chuckle and said he had been entertaining the client. Morrowind’s glare did not convey belief in his excuse, but she remained polite and professional by ignoring it and continuing. Lark tried to stifle a smirk behind her hand. By the time Morrowind had finished her recounting, Blackstaff was less than happy. “Well, now. This doesn’t bode well. It doesn’t sound like this wizard is the type to give up easily.” Lark nodded. “It also sounds like he’s got plenty of patience too.” Blackstaff nodded back and turned to regard Dreamer. “It’s up to you, but for your own safety, I want to extend an invitation to stay here for a time. Just until we can sort this out and get him off your back.” He offered. “The guest room isn’t the best.” Lark said and smiled. “But it’s comfortable enough. I’ve used it a few times when I’ve stayed late at the office studying.” Dreamer may have noticed that neither of them were using the wizard’s actual name even though Morrowind had.
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Predator The space heaters were less then cooperative when she found them. She had to salvage parts from one to get the others up and running. But once they were, she bundled them with the clothing and food she had gathered and headed back towards the elevator to the lower lab. As she rode the elevator she continued to reexamine the events leading up to her current situation. She hardly left her lab, but her notoriety made her a suitably easy target to locate. Others in the scientific fields may find themselves targeted next. She would have to see it Terrifica would be willing to go over her design for the scanner. With the resources on hand in the lab they should be able to refine and expand on it. The elevator doors opened and she stepped out, crossing the lab to Dr North and Synth. “Here, take these.” She presented the two with warmer clothing and coats she had found in a storage closet. “Hopefully some of them will fit. I found MRE’s as well. Not the most tasteful food, but they should provide suitable nourishment.” She set several of the meal packets by them before stepping away to setup the heating units.
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I figured, but I didn’t want to assume Should I post again, or wait?
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Seraphim Seraphim was glad that her flash attack hadn’t hindered her teammates. Dr Zero seemed to be incapacitated by a cloud Spore had exhaled. She suddered involuntarily. She seemed like a nice girl, but… Seraphim shook her head. “No time for that kind of thinking.” She chided herself and turned her attention to the giant Tom that was still active. Still airborne, she moved for a better line of sight and aimed a hand at the villain. “It’s time you saw the light of.. your, ah errors…” ‘Geez that sounded stupid.’ She cringed, even as bright light flared and a beam of brilliance cut through the air to slam into the man with surprising solidity.
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We’re going for a blast Ranged attack: 19 Nice, DC23 toughness to save
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What about food and clothing?
