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Diego shifted the balance on his feet as the world changed around him. "Cool toy." He smirked. Must have been holograms or something, although it felt like they did pack a punch. Super-science of some kind... Save the hostages. Got it. The young man pretended to look unimpressed, while in truth he was studying the scene, the 'show-off' side of his brain having won the battle against the 'you don't tell me what to do' one. Unlike perhaps some of his classmates, the young man had already been through training for a similar situation (although perhaps not exactly on the heroic side) and while he certainly wasn't going to credit his parents' training for that he at least already was confident about having his priorities in order. "Hostages first, people..." He muttered, although the tone of his voice was perhaps barely enough to be heard only by the students that were in his close proximity. He clenched his fists as he sent fragments of his mind flying into the air, they landed within the weapons held by the band of goons infusing them with life. For a moment, he wondered if the simulated environment was going to be realistic enough for his powers to actually work, but the doubt was quickly dispelled when the rifles began to come alive and try to yank themselves free from the grasp of their owners, triggers refusing to fire. He smirked as all, but one were successful in floating away in the air, as far as he could push them from being in danger. "No playing with guns... Sorry..." He smirked.

Nightscale 4 A small problem 2 Crowd Control 1 Gold is good 1 Animist 2 Boys Move in First Floor 1 Orange team in black mirror 1

Great, thanks and the outcome is a 21 if I got things right I used the rank of the power, but I am not at home and I can't check if there is something else to add in case of move object.

Well, Animist is going to move so that he gets as many bad guys as possible within his snare, turning the local environment (and their non-device gear, dunno, getting shoeslaces tied, shirts on the eyes, stuff like that) hostile to them. Snare 8 (Extras: General Area [Burst 80 ft], Selective, Feats: Indirect 2, Reversible, Progression 1, Flaws: Range [Touch]) Save DC is 18 Reflex to Half and again Reflex 18 or 14 if the first is successful to avoid the snare. .' Edit: I just read that the thugs are armed with guns, can he try to snatch them with this instead: 27 to hit? Move Object 12 (Extra: Area [Targeted Burst 80 ft], Selective, Feats: Accurate 2, Progression 1 Precise 1, Flaw: Range [Touch], Duration [Concentration])

19 Ouch, but could be worse...

Posted IC, I hope it's fine. Animist is going to try to animate the train and use it to prevent people from getting hurt. This can be represented both by his animate object power, or perhaps with his move object power that he can use at strength 65 by concentrating, both powers have feedback so if whoever has caused this damages the train I imagine they would end up hurting him as well.

While he would not admit it out loud, Diego enjoyed visiting libraries, those places had so many stories to tell and himself, well he loved stories. Now he had pretended to look disinterested, apparently focusing his attention on his phone and keeping his headphones on during the whole visit, but in truth his consciousness was submerged among the walls of the building, and the endless rows of books letting the atmosphere sink in. in fact he was so distracted that he had bumped against one of the columns as the group was walking outside, a fact that he had done his best to try and excuse as 'not paying attention'. They were just going back to Claremont when all hell broke loose. "Ma che c-" (What the-?) Diego gasped as he saw the scene unfolding in front of his eyes, he gritted his teeth and ignored his instinct that kept pushing him to leave the scene as fast as possible. A hero would not do that, in training or otherwise. Instead, he focused on the most immediate source of danger, sending his consciousness to inhabit the train, giving the wounded monorail a life of its own, pushing it to fight its own momentum and protect as many people as he could, be them passengers or passersbys. He winced in pain as sensed the damage inflicted on the vehicle, but he soldiered through as best as he could.

Admittedly Bedlam was a bit far from his usual territory, but then again, the young dragon had decided that it was worth it, apparently there was a new batch of cursed gold on the loose, after the one that he had found in Freedom's city docks, this was suspicious to say the least. Now it could be a coincidence, but given the kinda of world they lived in, it was much more likely the product of some ancient conspiracy or a deranged supervillain. Plus... while he would not admit it out loudly, the dragon side of him found gold strangely fascinating to look at, even if there was no chance in the world that he was gonna get to keep it after this was all over. He chuckled at the sight of the insignia. "Oh ok..." Somehow he doubted that it was just a matter of faulty wiring and not actually the desired effect. Whatever. He could feel that there was gold inside and plenty of it, at least he hadn't left his territory unguarded (well... not that it was exactly abandoned given the concentration of heroes in the area) for nothing. He studied the building for a few moment, before deciding to circle around it to examine the lay of the land, of course he could just waltz in from the main door, but it didn't hurt to search for alternatives first...

omw... Luke texted back when he saw the message in the group chat. Admittedly he wasn't exactly that far to begin with (although somehow he still had managed not the be first to arrive), given his current gig working at the mall as a greeter. He was on a break right now and he had complemented his uniform, that normally consisted only consisted in a pair of red board-shorts, adding a blue athletic t-shirt with the store logo and a pair sneakers. Now acting as eye candy to get customers in at the mall wasn't exactly the way he had envisioned his career, but it did pay the bills and the store manager didn't mind too much his criminal record, his not exactly stellar education curriculum and the occasional absences due to super-hero stuff getting in the way of his day-to-day life. Now his room-mate teasing was another matter of course, but whatever, besides it was not like Luke didn't have any ammunition to tease back Leon for his own career choices anyway. It only took a minute or two of a light jog through the crowded halls of the malls to get to the new attraction, in truth, his inner child was kind curious about how it was gonna turn out, plus, the young man thought that it was neat that Angelic was working on it, superheroes making people life better that didn't involve punching bad guys was a plus in his books. "Hey..." He saluted Ghule with a wide smile. "Looks like I am not the last one this time..." He gave her a self-conscious chuckle, as his inability to be punctual by then was much likely well known to the whole team. "How is it hangin'?" "Eira... Long time no see..." He grinned as he waved at Angelic.

Diego chuckled at Gookgak enthusiasm. "You're pretty neat too mate." He grinned, now he wasn't exactly expecting to share a room with a goblin, but it couldn't be much worse than doing what he had with his 'twins' at home, couldn't it? "That wasn't exactly my plan, but why not? I mean If you people want to get your asses kicked." He smirked. He nodded knowingly at Riel's words. "Fair..." Although it was a shame that they couldn't go now, there will be plenty of time for mischief later. When he got to room 112, Diego decided to show off a bit, he closed his eyes and split up his mind animating everything he had in his bag at the same time, a small whirlwind of clothes and everyday objects erupted from it, and quickly set themselves up around the room, a poster hanged itself on a wall and the bag then found a place under the bed that the young man had decided would be his. The scene didn't take more than a few moments, once it was over, Diego smirked examining his handiwork. "Well, unpacking is done... what if we explore a little?" He suggested to his roomate.

"Yeah definitely not a dragon egg..." Luke reinforced King Cole worlds, not that he had ever seen one to be honest, but well... That's not good... Yep, definitely a problem if filth and his rat friend decided to betray them once they found the egg and fought the monster. Now, of course their intention could be benevolent, but well... They would need to keep their eyes open. "I have no idea... what I know is that it is poisoning the sewers and the people that live on top of them, I can't allow this." He explained, although to be honest, the professor's reticence to explain what the egg did was kinda suspicious, wasn't it? Admittedly he would have wanted to know what the egg did if it was indeed an artifact of some kind and not just some creature's offspring, but this was not exactly the time. "Whatever, can we talk about this once we found the freakin' egg? Ok?" While he tried to remain calm, irritation definitely transpired in the tone of his voice, his little 'bro and his people were sick and there they were wasting time bargaining with Filth while they could be chasing the source of the disease.

Nightscale - 14 Power Vacuum 1 Mistery Guardian Theater 1 A Filthy Business 3 A Small problem 6 Let the bodies hit the ground 1 Foes from the fens 2 Animist 4 Boys Move-In First Floor - 3 Students Assessment Group B 1

"Yeah I kinda got that feeling... giant egg... giant monster..." Luke remarked. "Whatever, any chance the two of you have seen it somewhere? Or the beast that's guarding it maybe?" Yeah assuming that they were correct about a monster there was no way that the rats wouldn't have noticed if it was hanging out around their sewers. "Find the monster, find the egg... Easy right?" "You can talk with other rats right?" He winced. "Maybe you can ask around?" "We can get rid of the problem, all the poison gone, you just need to point us out in the right direction... and you can reclaim your kingdom, we will be back to..." He glanced toward King Cole "...Well to our own kingdom in no time once we are done..." Not that he was gonna miss it, to be honest.

"I am not a... well not exactly... a lizard." Luke growled an objection, not that he was exactly in the mood do discuss semantics with a rat however. When Filth appear Nightscale quickly turned to confront him, raising his fists and shifting his stance to a fighting one, although he relaxed not long after when the talking rat introduced the newcomer. The situation though felt like it was growing more bizarre with every passing moment and the sewer definitely far more crowded than he had expected. "Don't worry man, we are not invading your turf..." In fact, he would much rather be anywhere else, but alas he had no choice if he wanted to get to the bottom of this. "We are just passin by, in fact, we are lookin' for a freakin' giant egg that's stinking up the place, I mean, more than it actually is..." He paused for emphasis. "...With poison. Which I bet is not gonna be great for you two either, unless we find it in time." He explained, now those two did not seem dangerous, but still, Luke studied Filth's expression as he spoke, after all he might as well be behind all of this mess. "Did you two know where to find one, by any chance?" He continued, although the tone of his voice clearly betrayed that he did not have high hopes on the matter.

"This is gonna be a problem..." Luke jumped down of his hiding spot once the villain had disappeared in too thin air. He especially didn't like him mentioning Muirne in specific, of course, plus that guy knew where his family lived. "Let's go talk outside ok?" He offered Leon, after all strategizing in the villain lair, no matter how it had been emptied out was probably not the smartest plan. "In front of some hot dogs maybe... Debating morality with villains makes me hungry..." He grinned. "We need to track him down... And kind fast I think..." He mused, once they were well out of the earshot of the warehouse. "And I dunno... shall we... I mean... his sister?" He ruffled the hair on the back of his neck. "I dunno, man, I mean I don't want him messing with my family." He continued, lowering his eyes, clenching his fists. For now they were somewhat matched after all sure the man knew their civilian identities, but that ran both ways...