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“Blowfish.” Chimera sounded serious as she interposed herself between him and Beanpole. “This isn’t some bad zombie movie, we don’t know if contagious.” She looked back at Beanpole and tried to sound reassuring. “We don’t know.” She looked back at Blowfish. “If you don’t like that, leave him. I’ll watch him until the authorities get here and he can get medical help.” Chimera stared down the monster.

I think you mean @Exaccus Nerd and I do seem to wind up in the same threads together so I can understand the mistake. Other than her question, she would be trying to search in regards to Carbonas’ opinion on meta-humans through his online presence.

“Hands are tied I suppose.” Jean nodded and opened her folder again, flipping through pages. “We have liaison contact information for the assigned police forces and this ‘Iron Talon’?” She glanced up at Cpt Scarlet. “Are there any known anti-tech meta-humans, or at least ones sympathetic towards the EFA, that would take an interest in Mr Carbonas’ activities?” Jean looks to Mirror Knight and Echohead,waiting to see if they had any more questions themselves. At Echohead’s request she tilts her head in curiosity as she look in his direction, then back at Cpt Scarlet. When the man seems to acquiesce to the request Jean sits back and watches both men intently, not unlike a predator watching prey.

Chimera watched as the men seemed to get their second wind. She wiped at the dust on her face and looked to see how many zombies stood between them and the cars. She was about to start clearing a path when one of Blowfish’s men screamed. Like everyone else, she turned to look at the man. Her gaze flickered to the injury and her breath caught in her throat. She found herself stunned for a moment as Blowfish seem almost sorry for the man he called Beanpole. Everyone had the same thought and Beanpole was on the verge of terrified panic. Blowfish produced a knife and Chimera reacted without thinking. She was between the mobster and his minion in the blink of an eye, her hand held out to stop the Blowfish. “Hold on, we can’t jump to conclusions.” She glanced back at the bite victim. “We can’t assume anything.” She looked back at Blowfish with fierce determination.

‘Not as bad as I thought.’ Chimera made a wide arch and judged her angle. She came around between the men and the cars then dropped like lawn dart. It was only a a couple dozen feet, but it was more than enough to drive the zombie she landed on to the ground with her weight. The short spike that grew from her knuckles buried in the back of its skull. “I’ll clear a path to the cars.” She yelled at the men. God, she hoped she had it left in her. She was still aching and she could feel a trickle of blood still running down her shin from Max’s last slash. She pulled the spike out, ignoring the ichor and brain matter that clung to it as she stood.

death from above! or would that be undeath from above… re-death… *shrug* Chimera from above take 10 if I can or I can roll if you want

“Son of a-“ Muttered curses escaped her lips as Chimera felt the symbiote’s growing frustration. It found nothing within the animated corpse. The watch it did manage to find was ‘consumed’ in moments. Techno-organic matter sliding over it, then retracting, leaving a bare wrist. Normally she would have told it not to, but she had unleashed it with implied potential ’food’. Though, honestly, she wasn’t sure if it actually ‘ate’ it for nutrients or if it was some drive to add to its mass. Which in the end was more or less the same thing she supposed. All gunfire suddenly stopped and Blowfish’s cry for help echoed over the noise of the graveyard. Chimera was out of time. The sound of desiccated flesh tearing as she ripped the techno-organic tendrils from the corpse would have been disturbing if anyone other then the walking dead were around to hear it. “I am so done with this night.” She was off like a shot. Agitated tendrils trailed off her, lashing as she ran. She hadn’t realized how far Max had led her away from Blowfish and his men. Two small hops took her from one of the taller headstone onto the roof of a mausoleum. From there she was able to orientate herself and spot the group in the distance. They were golding their own for now, but the dead had superior numbers. The wings on her back twitched as she tensed to leap down and she remember they were there. She sighed to herself. “Would have help to remember them earlier.” She thought out loud even as she tensed again and leapt into the air. She soared over the teeming undead towards the gangsters to help them. …She was gonna fun trying to explain this one to her roommate.

Oh well. It’s something she would have checked after he mentioned it. The symbiote is just gonna be upset. Should only have 1 HP left after that

Chimera panted, but was far from winded, as she quickly slowed to stop. She squinted around, shoving another stumbling zombie aside as she did. Several unlady-like words escaped from behind the mask. The fresh itch of the slash on her arm healing was there and she absently scratched at it, it was still a little sore though. She cried out in rage and punched the zombie she had shoved a second ago. She immediately regretted it. It wasn’t their fault. They were just as much victim as anyone in all this. Chimera started to turn back to the sounds of the gunfire but stopped a moment as something Blowfish had said earlier came back to her. He said he thought Max was using technology to reanimate the bodies. Cybernetics. She couldn’t be sure how accurate that was but maybe she could learn something. She moved to pin the zombie down. Easy enough with her strength. Placing her palm on its face she tried to picture in her mind what she wanted. She imagined slivers of the tendrils piercing the undead flesh. Spreading and searching for any technology within the corpse. And then consuming it, just like it did sometimes when she wasn’t paying attention. The symbiote seemed to hesitate at first. It seemed to know she didn’t like it when it ‘ate’ things. Mentally she nudge it. Tried to reassure it that it was okay this time. That she wanted it to do this. And that if it found and ‘ate’ anything, there was the possibility of more to ‘eat’, given the swarming masses littering the graveyard. That did the trick. She could swear she felt it’s hunger as tiny threads of techno-organic symbiote began grow from her palm and spread through the zombie pinned beneath her.

I want to use an HP to stunt a power using her symbiote to find and consume any technology in a zombie I kinda threw this together: Super-Sense 2 [6pp] Technology Awareness (accurate 2) Drain 8 [8pp] Toughness (Feat: Incurable; Extra: Affects Objects [technology only]; Flaw: limited to objects)

Con check - Bruised: 10 Con check - Injured: 24 Awesome she back down to 1 Bruise & 1 Injured edit do to chat: 2 bruised & one injured

oops did see that while I was writing that last post

Instinctively Chimera pulled into a defensive stance as the Yardie danced and spun away. She sent her feet to try to dodge his next attack. She couldn’t take many more hits like that. Ya, she was hurting but she was confident she would heal. Of course she was so sure what would happen if she actually died and had no desire to know. She gave an exasperated grunt at Max’s taunts. She would be damned if she was going to let this man make a fool of her. He was right about one thing, nothing she was saying was swaying him. He was the worst kind of person to deal with. Someone on their own self-righteous mission. She had to focus to keep an eye on him. Max almost seemed to melt into the shadows. Was actually a meta after all? Before she could dwell on it the shadowy silhouette darted off. She nearly lost sight of him right away, but she caught a glimpse of it. He had caught her unprepared to run and she hesitated for only a fraction of a second. She ran without thinking, weaving through the chaos of the undead. Chimera really hoped there was a way to put them back, otherwise it was going to be a long explanation she would have to give the authorities when they arrived. With a little luck she would have someone they could hold accountable… hopefully.

Trying to go easy on her. Notice check: 14

Sorry, thought I had made the roll already. Just noticed I hadn’t. Bluff check: 28

Paper - 1 Generations (IC) - 0 Paper Trail to the City of Sin - 1 Party Crashing (IC) - 0 The (Theater) Kids Are Alright - 0 Blackstaff - 1 Graveyard of the Pacific - 1 Chimera - 20 Tyger, Tyger, Burning Bright - 0 Zombie vs Zombie - 20 Predator - 4 Teaching the Tech - 4 GM - 0 Party Crashing (IC) - 0

Bare witness to me incredibly rolling Healing Con check: 9

Chimera was fast, but her in experience was evident. The spark of her fingers missed by only inches, but in a fight it may as well been feet. Max danced back from her, literally she realized as the man seemed to sway and step into a spinning kick. Wait, she’d seen something like this once. It was in one of those old kung-fu movies one of Jamie’s old boyfriends made them watch. What was it called… There was no time to follow that train of thought as she moved to dodge the kick, only to feel the bite of his machete. It found just enough exposed flesh between tendrils to slice into her shin. Chimera yelped in pain as she hopped back from him. It had cut deep but hadn’t hit the bone. She was lucky, but she could feel the warm blood already running down her leg and it hurt with every step. There wasn’t time to focus on healing so it was going to have to wait. She considered grabbing something to throw but the only thing around were tombstones. She quickly decided against it. “You think yourself some kind of hero, is that it? You’re no better than the others. Even dead people have rights. Look at them.” She waved around. “What’s left of them are scared and confused. They deserve to rest in peace.” Chimera balled her fists and lunges forward again. She swung for Max but again he easily danced out of the way. It was quickly sinking on that her speed wasn’t going to save her this time like it had against other petty crook players n the past. She wasn’t about to admit it to anyone, but despite her bravado, the glint of moonlight off his blade scared her more then the undead around them.

Right, never said she was healing from the last combat. >_< And forgot they does bruise and injured. So that last save should have been a 15 still with in the 5 point range. She’ll try a regular punch this time. Melee attack: 18 Nope

Ya, even without the bluff it hits. Toughness save: 17 So that’s a bruise

Around them the number of undead grew. Chimera tensed, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest and the sweat on her exposed flesh. Then, suddenly, she noticed one was acting strange. She was loath to take her eyes from Max, but even behind him she could see more of them acting seeming randomly, then some began to attack. Not her. Not Max. But each other. Maybe he didn’t have as much control over them as she assumed. Or many it took time. Either way, she couldn’t wait to find out. Chimera launched herself across the small patch of graveyard between them. Looking like some kind of demon among the walking dead. Electricity crackled around her hands as she swiped at the machete wielding Yardie.

Stun attack Melee attack: 20 Fort save DC18 for Max if that hits

Blackstaff Blackstaff was able to take a moment to admire the worked stone with an academic mind. Not many got this close of a look to it and lived to record it. He almost wished he could take some time to investigate the ruins, but something made the hairs on his neck want to rise. Eyes, inhuman, watching him. He could feel them as he moved deeper. And that was when he saw the damage. The black metal wreckage amongst the rumble. A hefty chunk of the temple had suffered. And like that, the Deep Ones emerged from the dark waters beyond his lights. Their leader, larger than the others and with red cresting, approached and spoke. The Atlantean coming in clearly through the suit’s helmet. Blackstaff listened to their demands with calm professionalism. It wasn’t the first time something demanded flesh as retribution, and it probably would be the last time. And if he had to be honest, by their standards these demands were pretty tame and fairly reasonable. Unfortunately he did not go by their standards. He knew he would have to choose his next words carefully. “I am honored by your hospitality. I am also deeply sorrowful for your losses. This was a tragic accident and the ones I represent would be willing to remove the remains of the machine if you allow them.” Blackstaff hoped he was sounding suitably humbled. He hadn’t spoken Atlantean in a while. His land dweller accent was probably horrible. “Your demands are most wise and reasonable. But I can not agree to them without conferring with them.” He quickly continued, hopefully before they grew agitated. “I am sure we will be able to come to a mutually acceptable reparation. If you will allow me a chance to contact them.”

Jean looked to Mirror Knight. She would admit she had a bad tendency to ignore politics in favor of her work. “You make a valid point.” She said. “Just because we know it’s a trap and we are willing to walk into it doesn’t mean one should do so blindly, or without preparation.” She turned her head and reached up to tap her earpiece, lowering her voice only a little. “Cynthia, give me a search on Xavier Cardonas. Correlate any mentioning of meta-human activities. Include social media, articles and interviews.” There was a pause as Jean obviously received a reply, then nodded. “Good, I’ll check the data later.” She returned her attention to the others. She folded her hands and rested them on top of the folder. Her fox ears turned towards the captain. “Sorry for the interruption, please continue.” She said apologetically.

“Ah.” Jean said, acknowledging her own fault, having jumped to a false conclusion. “Yes, that phrasing would insinuate a more violent event.” Turning her attention back at the contents of the folder, she frowned. She didn’t like the sound of a splinter faction. “This separation of the splinter group could simply be an attempt to distance the majority of the members from the actions of the offshoot. Plausible deniability. As well as limiting the reactionary capabilities of the federal forces. But that’s simply more speculation.” She nodded to no one in particular. “We should probably focus on the more tangible threat at hand.” She looked back up, accepting the new papers. Looking over them her brow furrows. At the mention of rumored presidential Jean looked up with a raised eyebrow. “If they make a move after he makes an announcement like that. It would only add to their legitimacy.” She frowned and leaned back. “No police or direct federal involvement.” Jean mentally weight the pros and cons of the situation. She nodded thoughtfully. “Like Mr. Echohead, I assume there will be private security. If not Mr. Cardonas’ own, then the event’s? And while not directly involved, local and federal forces will be on standby?”