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Initiative: 27 And there goes the best roll I’m gonna get this thread. ?
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Okay Computer check: 28 Nice
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Paper “See, that’s what I’m talking about.” A short ways from the bank, Leon grinned and praised the foot long, bean covered hot dog as he accepted it from the street vender. ”Told you to trust me. These are the best chili-dogs in town.” Raising the delicious, smothered meat tube in bread, Leon was about to take a bite. Suddenly, something down the street caused a ripple of commotion to ripple down the sidewalk. Leon glanced down the street in its direction. “Hm?”
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Should I roll to see if she can use the computer on the desk?
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Blackstaff- Basement with Ouroboros and Cait-Sith Rummaging through the drawers and cabinets of the break room counter Blackstaff collect a stained, but clean, coffee mug. Filling it partially with water he set it on the table and went to the vending machine. His eyes scanned the contents until he found what he was looking for. The wizard patted at his pockets and frowned before looking over at Simone. “You shouldn’t do this, but this is kind of an emergency.” That said he pulled an old style key, it’s surface etched with a few small runes. Tapping it to the vending machine’s lock a small click sounds. Opening the front of it Blackstaff reaches in and pulls out a granola bar and a bag of trail mix. Returning to the table he spreads out the sheet and pulls out a black marker. He quickly draws out a small circle and marks its perimeter with a handful of runes. Inside the circle he draws a star before pausing, looking at it with thoughtful intensity. With a nod to himself he slowly starts adding runes around the interior. Stepping back after a minute he looks over his work. “Well, it’s quick and dirty, and I’ve never tried it before. But I think it might work.” Setting the mug in the center of the star Blackstaff rummages through his coat and carefully drops a sewing needle into it. From the bleach bottle he carefully pours a capful of it into it as well. Breaking the granola bar into six pieces. Placing a piece at each point of the star and popping the last piece into his mouth. Using the trail mix he piles it around the base of the mug. Rummaging in his coat again he pulls out a lighter and a small pack of store bought birthday candles. Setting the candles into the granola bits he lights them as he begins a chant under his breath. Pulling out a pocket knife he pricks his finger letting a small drop of blood well up. Touching the blood to the circle it flashes for a moment then fades to a dim glow. He looks at the other two. “If I could ask you two for some help, this should hopefully show us the shortest path back to the lobby.” He pauses and adds as an explanation in case they’re hesitant. “It’s a variation on a finding spell I use a lot as a investigator. I just had to change it a little since we’re the ones lost, it should lead us back to where we were ‘lost from’. The needle it the mug should act as a compass and point the way.” With the help of the others he finishes the ritual and the needle spins in the mug, Blackstaff watching it hopefully as it slows and points to small door set by the counter that he had dismissed as a broom closet. “Clever girl.” Blackstaff grinned.
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“Hey, Red! Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” Leon groaned inwardly. That was bad and he should feel bad. It was too late to take it back now. He tried to draw Holly’s attention with a feint but slipped when his foot found someone’s spilled drink. Luckily he caught himself before he fell.
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Taunting as a move: 9… ouch Feint as standard: 11… . . . Well, that was a thing.
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Leon didn’t like the look on the guy’s face and Luke’s little outburst was justified as far as he was concerned. He was unsurprised when saw his roommate check his pockets. He knew Luke knew the way things worked. Leon was about to follow after Luke when another red-head ran up to them. “Wha…? Son-of-a…? Why do red-heads always bring trouble?” He growled as he pulled out his phone and dialed 911. He looked over at Muirne as he put it to his ear. “No offense.” When the operator answers, Leon quickly cuts them off. “We need EMTs and the police at Millennium Mall. There are multiple victims of an unknown assailant.” He looks over to Bernadette. “What entrance are they near?” Whatever her answer, Leon relays the details and hangs up.
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Basement - Blackstaff, Ouroboros, & Cait-Sith Blackstaff nodded as Ouroboros spoke about the hotel. Once introductions were quickly made he smiled and inclined his head. He followed the others through the door, into what appeared to be a laundry room. He glanced around but only a single exit sat across the way. Approaching it he stopped, his hand inches from the door’s handle. “If that’s the case…” He mused and looked back at the closed door the trio had just passed through. He turned back to the new door and opened it. Beyond it a new room sat ready for them, benches and lockers occupied one side of the room with a table and chairs occupied the other side. A pair of vending machines offer drinks and snacks for a price. Next to the door a counter held a microwave and coffee pot. A break room. Another single door beaconed across the room. Blackstaff frowned and stepped back from the door. Turning, he crossed back to the door that should have lead back in to the storage room, the door swinging closed on its own. Hesitating a moment, he grabbed the handle firmly and opened the door. The storage room was gone. In its place a break room sat just as it did beyond the other door. “It certainly seems intent on keeping on a set path.” He looks over at Ouroboros. “This is quite an abstract puzzle.” Blackstaff joked. “I suppose we need an abstract answer. Normally I’d use a finding spell but this time we’re the ones lost…” He trailed off, a thoughtful look on his face. Looking around the laundry room his gaze landed on what he was looking for. Grabbing a bottle of bleach and a sheet he headed into the break room. Setting the two items on the table he started rummaging through the counter draws.
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Since I would say he was distracted at the moment, I’m gonna use Skill Mastery to take 10 on a Notice check for a total of 20. This was to see if he noticed the guy make any sleight of hand type motions on Luke.
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Chimera Chimera balked a little at Ghost’s question. She hadn’t even thought about proof of crimes. She did her best to hide it by trying to look thoughtful. She doubted Freestyle had already handed over the data. But now, she was afraid she may have hidden the drive somewhere else. If it wasn’t on her all this would have been for naught. Oh god, was she going to be sick? Had she really messed up this badly on her first real supervillain outing? No, no, she had to stay calm and not let herself freak out. At least not until she got home later, but definitely not in front of another hero. Swallowing back her worries, she stepped up to Freestyle again and started checking her pockets/pouches in search of the thumb-drive. “Please let it be here.” She prayed under her breath, but Ghost was probably close enough to hear.
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Leon was smirking even as he recovered from a moment ago, that was until some jerk shoulde checked his roommate. He glared after the man. ”Someone should teach that guy that ain’t cool.” He said with a familiar mischief in his eyes. He quickly caught himself, resisting the urge to submit to old ways of dealing with jerks. He didn’t think some of the others would approve. Then again… ”Want me grab his wallet?” He offered, only half joking.
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Leon squinted against the sand as the group made it's way to the cave. He was glad Danica's scooter seemed to be working fine in the sand. He would have called it cheating but, damn it, the older girl was just to nice for him to be mad at her. So he trudged his way to the cave one step at a time. Inside the cave he nodded to Naomi and moved aside to ruffled his hair, trying to get some of the sand out. Leon had looked up to see her, fully expecting her to turn the paper to ashes to spite him. But Wilona was full of surprises, and he gave her part of a smile and a friendly nod in acknowledgement. Leon's own pack wasn’t quite as stuffed as Naomi's, but he remember the important things. Snacks, water, a few books... oh and a few other think some people might think were important. Reaching into one of the side pockets he pulled out a small flashlight and a couple glow sticks. Sweeping the flashlight around he gave a low whistle. "Wow. There is jack and squat in here." Unable to sense magic or such Leon was unimpressed by the apparent normal cave. But at the their instructor's insistence he moved deeper into the cave with the others.
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Blackstaff Basement - Blackstaff, Cait-Sith and Ouroboros Blackstaff nodded at Ouroboros’ suggestion that the hotel shifting them around was merely a side effect of its attempt to contain the Carrion Queen. “You’re right, that’s just as possible.” He agreed as he followed the Gatekeeper around the clutter of the room. “I’m afraid my knowledge of the hotel is limited. I know it’s been home to many supernatural forces and that those forces have saturated it, giving it a force of its own. But the finer points of its history escape me.” He paused as they stopped in front of the locked door. He started to reach for his key but stopped at Ouroboros’ comment about the hotel perceiving them as a threat if attacked. “Best not to use magic against the hotel directly for now then.” He watched as the young man made quick work of the lock and nodded approvingly. “It’s been a long time since I could open a lock that easily. Just don’t tell anyone.” He joked. “They might suspend PI license.” He regarded Simon. “Come to think of it, proper introductions haven’t been made. My name is Christopher Daye, but I suppose if you want to be heroic about it people sometimes call me Blackstaff. Can’t imagine why though.” He gave Simon a joking smile and tapped the end of the black wood staff on the floor. Looking back at Ouroboros again he offed his hand. “You, I only know by reputation. It’s a pleasure to meet the Gatekeeper.”
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Chimera Chimera gritted her teeth as she eyed the wild looking woman. Subduing her didn’t seem like a viable option so she’d have to take her out the old fashion way. She let her eyes dart aside for an instant and saw the two teenagers where going after Creepshow. She mentally wished them luck as she turned her full attention back to her opponent and tensed. Blood was drying as it ran down her chin and Chimera didn’t want to think about some of it being her’s. With a grunt she lunched forward and swung at the poor victim of the masked maniac, landing a solid blow to its midriff.
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Chimera attacks Subject A: 17 HP reroll: 19 well at least it’s a hit. Subject A toughness save: 14 That’s a solid hit.
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Good point. I’ll add it to mine too.
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Blackstaff Lobby Christopher was just settling in to the armchair and getting comfortable making small talk when it happened. Blackstaff felt it the instant it started. The hairs on his arm stood on end and a metallic taste touched his tongue as he took in a sharp breath in anticipation. Something was coming, something powerful. Instinctively he was out of the chair and reaching for the black wood staff. His fingers brushed it and the carved runes flared with yellow-orange hellfire as the hellish looking creature dragged itself through the dimensional walls and into this world. He could sense the very hotel trying to keep the creature out. He felt it’s magic straining against her’s and could feel it losing. They needed to contain her and send her back before she could escape. Suddenly his vision swam and the world blurred. He felt the hotel’s magic fold around them and a surge of magic flared. Basement - Blackstaff, Ouroboros, Cait-Sith For a moment Blackstaff thought he had been blinded, but after a moment he realized it was simply dark. Pulling the chain from his neck, he raised the pendant up and called forth light. The hotel’s basement revealed itself as the light pushed back the darkness. Pipes crisscrossed the ceiling and lines the halls here and there. Blackstaff wasn’t alone either. The Gatekeeper was with him, that was a plus. With them though was the young man that he had been a cat not long ago, that was an unknown variable. He kept his face neutral and professional, after all it was just a cross dimensional invasion by a powerful inhuman creature. A typical Halloween. “Okay.” He address the two. “Time’s short. It seems the hotel attempted to protect us by moving us. We can assume it did that to everyone else as well. That means, we need to assume that the others are going to attempt to make their way back to the lobby and we need to join them there.” Blackstaff looked around but his light didn’t reveal the basement in its entirety. “But first we need to our way out of here.”
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Blackstaff “I’ve been well, thank you. I’d be happy to join you as we wait.” Christopher returned Oz’s smile and moved to the offered chair. “It’s reassuring to see a familiar face here.” He paused before sitting, turning his attention to Heroditus when the younger man addressed him. Artificer "Oh, those are exquisite! Did you make them yourself?" He offered a friendly smile and nodded once. “Yes, I did. Well, everything except this.” He touched the silver pendant, five-pointed star in a circle, hanging on a silver chain. “This was a gift from my mother.” Christopher rested the staff against the back of the chair and sat, picking out one of the offered candies before the dish floated away. He regarded the Atlantean again with his sight and nodded. “Perhaps later we can compare notes.” Reaching into his trench coat he withdrew a business card and held it out to Heroditus. The card proclaiming Blackstaff Investigations, with the usual Emerald City contact information. “I’ll be heading home after this, but I plan on returning.” He looked over at Oz. “I just happen to be in town visiting family, but I’ve been encouraged to move my office closer. I was made an offer I couldn’t refuse, as it were.” He started to chuckle but stopped as Aquaria offered a gift to the Master Magi and announced her proclamation. "If anyone is worried about anything," she added loudly, "it is not anything Deep Ones are doing! There are no Deep Ones around this city! Except for me!" “Well then, I supposed that’s another suspect off the list.” He joked, but he was concerned at just what it was that had drawn the attention of so many magic users… and that cat just turned into a young man… Christopher had been sure it was someone’s familiar or companion. He supposed it still could be. He dismissed the concerns for now. Instead, commenting off-handedly. “I should remember to introduce myself to the Master Mage and pay my respects before I leave. Make sure she has one of my cards. One never knows who might need the help of a good PI.”
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Ah, sorry. I didn’t realize that. Then Chimera will sucker punch, I mean coup de grace. So an auto crit would be 12 damage for a Fort save of 22 if I math right. Should I edit the post? Or just delete it and post something new?
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Secondary effect saves Subject B: 15* Subject C: 27 @Nerdzul IC whenever to feel up to it.
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Paper Leon had been happy to get off campus. The flight would have been better if he could have got an upgrade to first class. But then came the drive out to the middle of nowhere. Their chaperone was a little old, she had to be in her 30’s he guessed, but at she was pretty. He’d have to make sure he showed his mettle. How hard could it be. The sandstorm whipped around them as Dr Macedon raised her voice to be heard. There was anything he could think of at the moment to help keep the sand out of their eyes, at least not without completely blocking their sight. It wasn’t the fist time he’d dealt with stuff he didn’t want to breath in. It only took a couple moments and Leon had a multi-layered paper mask over his nose and mouth to filter out the sand. Stepping up to Dr Macedon he reached out, a few pieces of paper in hand, and created another mask over her nose and mouth. ”Looks like there’s a cave up ahead.” Leon leaned in to be heard as he pointed towards the mountains. He held up more paper and nodded towards the others to indicate his intentions. Moving over to Heroditus, or just Hero as Leon usually called him, he tapped his own mask and pointed to the Atlantean’s face. Leon had a feeling he’d be having it worse here. After offering Hero a mask he moved over to Danica and offer her on too. He checked on Wilona and Naomi last. He had Noticed Naomi was able to block the sand with her force field, and Wilona could… well a little sand wouldn’t hurt her. Catching Naomi’s attention he offered to make her a mask before offering her one to give to Wilona, since he was sure the fire mage wouldn’t except it from him. The masks are strapless but cling to the wear to make a seal, but can be removed if desired.
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Paper “Ha, ha.” Leon shot Charlie a look as he recovered from Luke’s shove. “If I had a dollar for every time I heard that joke. I wouldn’t have had to start stealing. I mean, I probably still would have, but I wouldn’t have needed to.” He clarified off-handedly. Leon was quiet for a moment as he seemed to think on Charlie’s suggested. “Ya, okay.” He nodded and grinned. “I think I can work with that.”
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Chimera Watching as Ghost trapped Freestyle’s skate-boots in the floor Chimera ignored the businessman and flushed a little, embarrassed at the older hero’s kind praise and chuckled behind her mask. “That’s a neat trick. Wish I could do something like that.” She joked, well half-joked. Still recovering from her last punch the thief was catching her breath. Chimera knew when she did she’d try to break free and make a run for it, but she couldn’t allow that. She hated to do it but knew she didn’t have a choice. So, taking a deep breath, Chimera stepped up and gave Freestyle a right hook that would have made her parents frown at such an act. She felt a little guilty taking such a cheap shot, but after all the trouble she hated to admit it felt a little satisfying. Stepping back again she glanced over at the trapped man and considered doing the same to shut him up too, but decided it probably wasn’t worth it. Turning to Ghost instead, her arms fell to her sides, not sure what to do with them. “I guess we should call the police now.”
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Blackstaff Christopher set his half empty glass on the counter and turned on his stool to look over the gathered magic-users. Sitting there, he felt a powerful presence join them and his attention found the young looking Asian-American woman. He had never laid eyes on her and it took him a moment to recognize her from descriptions he had heard. “Phantom.” He raised an eyebrow. “I guess this really is going to be an eventful evening.” He attention drifted from the most powerful mage in the world right now. She didn’t look like she really wanted to be there, and he couldn’t blame her. Slipping off the stool he took up his staff and casually began to work his way across the room. Three more women stood together speaking among themselves before a young man joined them. The young man looked a little pale but seemed to known by the girls. He moved along without butting in. With all the magic in the air he almost missed the small workings coming for off to the side of the hotel’s lobby. A pair of young girls were keeping to themselves. They were even younger then the trio and for a moment was concerned about their attendance. Especially after he noticed the one sketching in a book wasn’t a magic-wielder. He was about to approach the two when the arrival two new magical auras joined the gathering. Though only one was obviously not human, and it’s entrance wasn’t exactly subtle. For a instant Christopher had begun to gather his magic, but when no one else reacted to the appearance he hesitated. The other’s magical aura radiated nonhuman magical influence and it quickly became obvious that the two knew each other. The boy didn’t look much older then the two girls and at least one of them seemed to recognize the master mage. “I suppose it was only a matter of time until there was an influx of magical youths.” Christopher commented off handedly to no one in particular as he stopped beside a large comfortable looking armchair containing to one familiar face in the crowd. Another powerful entity slipped from the shadows and engaged Phantom in conversation. He eyed the new arrival cautiously and amended his thought. “Of course there comes times when it’s difficult to tell the old from the young at a glance. Wouldn’t you agree?” He chuckled as he addressed the mage that had been busy crushing candy on his phone. “Or maybe I’m just not in the loop, being from out-of-town and all.” He gave Oz a friendly smile.
