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ooc SCP 46591- Dennis Deacon of Woodbury, New Jersey (OOC)
Spacefurry replied to Poncho's topic in Americas
Well if she’s gonna drive this time I suppose it’s only fair she rolls. Jack of all Trades - Survival check: 18 Not too bad on a basically a Wis roll. -
Predator Predator hadn’t been to the Lighthouse before. She had heard of it and read reports. Even looked over a few basic maps of its layout, just nothing deemed sensitive or classified. Only a strong will and a sense of common courtesy kept her from wandering off to ‘look around’. Perhaps later she could get someone to give her a tour. She had removed her helmet as she stood with the others, Star Kahn and Paradigm giving their thanks to the assembled heroes. She gave the duo a nod in return and smiled. “More peaceful and pleasant circumstances are always preferred.” She agreed.
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ic SCP 46591- Dennis Deacon of Woodbury, New Jersey
Spacefurry replied to Poncho's topic in Americas
Predator Predator studied Echohead for a moment then nodded. “Very well. Let’s finish the mission.” She gave him a smile and the visor slid closed. The armored figure surveyed the area. She spotted something nearby. An old pick-up truck, its frame only slightly raised for bigger tires. Old mud caked its lower half. It had obviously seen use off paved roads. “There.” She pointed. “That seems like a likely candidate.” She glanced back at Echohead. “I can drive this time.” She offered. “If you can navigate.” -
Predator Predator watched the woman from behind her helmet. The woman may hesitate, but Jean was sure she would press it if desperate. She eyed the tanks, getting the impression from her that they may not quite be ready. But their stability was too much of a variable to dismiss. The woman, though, had already caused too much damage and suffering. She couldn’t be allowed to escape. “You are clearly of some intelligence. But you have to realize the odds are not as in your favor as you may like. You may have the advantage in numbers, but I have the advantage in speed and power.” Fingers slid back into gauntlets. “There can be no compromise, only an end to the harm you’ve caused. And while I may not be able to stop you from pushing that button, I can assure you I can stop you from fleeing. My armor will grant me a measure of protection, but you on the other hand…” She trailed off. Within the helmet, tactical information began to dot Jean’s screens. The ear-like units on the sides on the helmet shifted, looking like they wiggled some before tilting back. “So, perhaps you should recalculate your data and assess whether you believe you can survive your own creations.” Predator’s tone was even as she mentally tried to account for possible actions. If she surrendered, it would be simple. But if she tried to release their creations and run, Jean would try to subdue her first, get her somewhere safe and secure. She may be acting cold and indifferent, but she had made promises to try to protect, and she couldn’t let those people she promised down… even if she may never see them again. “You can surrender now and stand judgement for what you have done, or do you wish to become a tragic tale of caution for other would-be rogue scientists. We both know with what you’ve done here, some organization or another will swoop in with offers to help sweep this under the rug in exchange for the knowledge of your work.”
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Just realized I forgot to include the power check. Snare: 13 HP to reroll: 24
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Paper Paper stood looking back at the ninja. The would be attacker watching him cautiously. The boy tilted his head to one sid slightly and Paper smirked behind his mask. “Too slow.” He said in English as behind the other man, paper gathered menacingly. From its rustling mass a large paper white serpent rose. Its mouth opened in a silent hiss. Then, it struck like a monstrous constrictor. Attempting to wrap around the man and bind him.
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Attempting to Snare the last ninja on the stage. Ranged attack: 28 And that’s a crit, so Ref save DC 25
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Am I? I hadn’t looked closely since RL called on you. if it is me, sorry for holding things up.
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Blackstaff Blackstaff watched with undisguised fascination as, well, something around Anarchilles seemed to ripple through the multitude of possible realities. The air around the man seemed to shatter for the merest of moments before asserting itself with the man standing there, mostly unharmed. “Fascinating.” The wizard made to move, only to remember his predicament when he met resistance. The scowled down at the wire and glue. He raised the staff up one handed, its tip flaring with hellish red light. Blackstaff mutters a strange word under his breath and slams the tip of the staff down into the sticky mass. A thin layer of controlled hellfire cascading out over it.
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Okay, attacking Snare: 26 Guess it rolls a Toughness DC25
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Blackstaff Lark hand waved Dreamer’s apology for her ‘dreams’. “No worse than some things he’s accidentally let loose in the offices.” “Can we not ruin my reputation in front of the client.” Blackstaff sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as Lark smirked. “Oh, is she actually paying?” She asked, obviously already knowing the answer. “Well, no.” He admitted sheepishly and she grinned knowingly. Lark smiled at Dreamer again. “The boss man always mentions people he meets that he thinks has potential, especially if they’re pretty.I just have a mind like a mind like a steel trap.” Lark tapped her temple and grinned. “And a mouth like a running facet.” Blackstaff grumbled as he cleared his throat and stepped away. The coffee was dark and smelled rich as he poured a cup for himself. “Morning would be my first choice. Some creatures have to return to where they’re from by then, others just lose some of their power.” He mentions as he adds a little creamer to his cup and stirs it thoughtfully. “We don’t know the exact nature of our attacker, so it still guess work for now.” “Morrowind?” Lark asked. “If we’d gotten a name I could ask her to start looking for information on it, but-“ He shook his head. He paused, the cup lifted midway. “I’m sorry, coffee?” He asked Dreamer. “We also have tea or water.” Lark added, obviously embarrassed she hadn’t remembered to ask first.
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Can I attempt to attack the Snare to break it?
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ic SCP 46591- Dennis Deacon of Woodbury, New Jersey
Spacefurry replied to Poncho's topic in Americas
Predator Predator turned to Echohead as he returned with the sensors. “All went well?” She asked as he approached, muttering to himself. Something in regards to pickles and onions. Perhaps he was hungry. She regarded the scanner and made a noncommittal noise. “The woods. The reports had said he had been found out there. I suppose it was inevitable we’d have to follow his trail.” She glanced at the agent and raised the smooth metal visor of her helmet. The entire curved plate sliding back to reveal her face behind a clear polymer layer Echohead could see the ghost images of readouts here and there around its edges as she looked out at him. “Will you be okay? Should we get you back to the train?” She asked, genuinely concerned for her mission partner. -
Sense Motive: 20 What the heck, I’ll use her last HP, I’m curious. Sense Motive reroll: 30 a nat 20 on the reroll! lol
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ic SCP 46591- Dennis Deacon of Woodbury, New Jersey
Spacefurry replied to Poncho's topic in Americas
Predator Predator watched as the Deacons were flung through the air like rag dolls upon the wave of force from her attack. Part of her was satisfied with the results, but another part of her was upset with having to do it. It was the most tactically sound approach she could think of given the restraints of their situation. Many of the copies did not survive the encounter, and none of the surviving ones were attempting to get up yet. She had bought them some time, it seemed. An echo of Jean prompted a satisfied smirk as the scanners beeped in Echohead’s hands. The devices were functioning perfectly as intended. They had already triangulated the area where they would find the source of all this mayhem. Echohead could almost get a sense of smugness below the pride of a job well down. -
Paper - 0 Paper Trail to the City of Sin - 0 Everybody Wants to be a Cat - 0 Dance Beneath the Stars - 1 Foes from the Fens - 0 Oh no, there goes Tokyo! - 0 Power Vacuum - 0 Mystery Guardian’s Theater - 0 Blackstaff - 0 Graveyard of the Pacific - 0 A Dream of Christmas - 0 Unseelie Against Steel - 0 Chimera - 0 The Sword, The Gold, The Arrow - 0 Predator - 0 Teching the Tech - 0 Star-Crossed? - 0 Hot and Bothered - 0 SCP 46591 Dennis Deacon of Woodbury New Jersey - 1 Written in the Stars - 1 Seraphim - 0 GM - 0 (x2 = 0) Let the Bodies Hit the Ground - 0
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Paper The cops. Leon still wasn’t comfortable talking to the boys in blue. Nearly half of his life had been running away from them. It was going to take more than the last three years to change that. Every muscle yelled at him to run, but he couldn’t think of a good reason. “I… ah. If you wanna play nice with the badges, that’s on you. But I’m not so keen.” When Shadowborne mentioned leaving herself, Leon wanted to jump on the chance. But when he opened his mouth… “You should probably go with her.” He said, looking at Nightscale. “You took a beating yourself. I’m sure you could both use some rest.” ‘Ugh’ Damn it! Why was he playing wingman at a time like this? Leon sighed internally and resolved that he was gonna have to put on a nice face for ‘the man’. He would just make sure to stand in the back and let Charlie do the talking.
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Blackstaff Larked nodded as Dreamer spoke. “Wait, back in-“ She looked at Blackstaff with concern. “Wasn’t my doing.” He responded without looking back as he checked the wards. Lark seemed to wait for a moment, but when the wizard didn’t explain further she frowned and crossed her arms. She glanced back at Dreamer curiously, her eyes flicking over the ‘dreams’ that hung nearby. Christopher seemed to relax a little and joined the two women. “Lark, this is Adrianna. Adrianna, this is Lark. Lark is my office assistant.” “In other words, I’m the only reason this office has any order to it and the bills get paid.” She smirked at Christopher then gave Dreamer a friendly smile. Lark’s brow furrowed in thought as she looked the smaller hero, then rose in recognition. “Oh! You’re the one Christopher told me about. The one from the river a couple years ago.”
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Well played
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Blackstaff “Yes!” Blackstaff fist bumped the air as Shade took a direct hit. The wizard quickly collected himself into a proper stoic manner and readied to strike again. The bigger man had shattered his ice and rushed to set himself between the heroes and his criminal companions. He raised his staff when he was blindsided by Prestige’s attack. Some kind of wire and glue entangled him. “What the-!” Blackstaff struggled against them fruitlessly as he saw her hurry off towards the armored villain with the moth-themed villain in tow. The barrel of a man near him seemed to easily pull himself free and Blackstaff couldn’t help but be a little impressed with the show of strength. “Show off.” He chuckled and turned his attention back to Anarchillies. He may be stuck in place, but he didn’t need to move to do this… Blackstaff raised the black staff over head with both hands. He twirled it several times as he chanted quickly, the wind picking up as he does. Then, suddenly, he swept it down before him like sword and cried out. “Zephrys cresenthious!” Around him, the wind whipped up and followed the staff’s arch, then lashed out like an invisible blade through the air. The only sign of its path, the dust and debris picked up and dragged along in its wake as it raced towards the tank of a villain.
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Okay, than ranged attack on Anarchillies. Blast: 29 Geez, Blackstaff is a beast in this fight. Thats another crit. So DC30 Toughness save
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Hmm.
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Is Prestige‘a effect magical? Would it register with his Magical Awareness?
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Predator ‘Synth.’ The scientist said it like it was important. It sounded familiar, like she had read it somewhere. It was going to bother her, but Jean couldn’t place it off the top of her head. The woman was still talking though so Jean focused on her. Predator regarded the unmoving form for a moment before turning back to face her. When she motioned to the tubes she looked around. This was indeed valuable research, but it was clearly being misused. Predator could not abide that. “You’ve stood on the shoulders of others and all you could think to reach for was the lowest hanging fruit on the tree of mediocrity.” Predator spoke in the monotonous manner that spoke of her mix of disgust and disappointment. “Another potential mind lost, drowning in the sea of selfish greed.” “You have, though, managed to make several significant mistakes.”
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Int check: 7 +10 =17 Just missed it, oh well.