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Lynn nodded; when she spoke, she sounded like her mind was a thousand miles away. "Yeah, okay, let's...keep our eyes peeled and all that. For signs of trouble." She carefully opened the gate and began to make her way towards the back of the house, all her heightened sense on alert; she sniffed the air a few times, and tipped her head from side to side, straining to smell a whiff of well-worn leather or hear the jingle and creak of a holster. It was almost ten years now, wasn't it? So hard to keep the timelines of two world straight in your head. And yet now to see him again, as he looked around the time they'd first left this world...it was just too painful to think about.
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"Copy that." Casey started to fly towards towards Brigantine, but then remembered she had previous orders from Nevermore to keep an eye on the back of the house; as he was the senior, it was best for her to defer to him. She sighed as she toggled on her radio. "Negative on that, Endeavor; my orders were to monitor the back of the property. If need be, I can be at your position in a matter of seconds to provide support. Miracle Girl out." She hoped her friend wouldn't be annoyed with her, but she also wanted to keep the chain of command intact; in a combat situation, it wouldn't do to try and follow contradictory sets of orders. If her father was to be believed, it happened far too often in the actual military.
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Casey paused with a forkful of potato salad on its way to her mouth. "Wow; you really don't do things halfway, do you?" She shook her head in admiration. "Well I'm not going to lie: it would be really, really cool to go up there." She shaded her eyes and peered skyward, forgetting for the moment that this sky was projected. "Hopefully soon; who knows, maybe one day I might be tough enough to head on up there without a suit! it's been done before." The tall blonde continued to munch on her food quietly, seemingly happy just to hang out with a friend.
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Casey stopped and held up her hands. "Seriously? What is this guy, ten years old?" Then she rubbed her jaw and chuckled a bit. "Well, I guess actually..." She put her hands on her hips and shook her head. "Alright, we can't let social conventions keep us from bringing this robot in." The faux art student cautiously looked over both shoulders and shrugged. "So do we both go in at the same time, or does just one go in to flush him out?" She winced apologetically. "Sorry; pun very much not intended." The blonde student really hoped this wouldn't come down to a physical confrontation; despite the fact that the patrons were thinning out a bit, she was always acutely aware of potential collateral damage.
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One thing might come into play her; many of the bookshelves in the store were created by Grim out of glamour, and they are linked to her lifeforce, aka she has the Feedback flaw. That energy blast might still hurt her! Toughness save for bookshelf: 1d20+3=6 Ouch! That's a pain that's going to linger, no question!
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1d20+10=19 Well, she thought it was gonna hurt!
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This sounds very cool to me!
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So that's 1d20+9+3. 1d20+12=32 Maximum Force!
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So would this be aiding on a Grapple check? Not sure what to roll here.
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Miracle Girl quickly saw that this beastie was not going to go in the cage willingly, so she decide to throw her hat into the ring; bracing for the anticipated pain of electrical contact, she flew over and did her best to wrap her powerful arms around the Voltivore and help drag it down towards the waiting confinement. She'd survived being struck by lightning once before, so she felt fairly confident this would work. Fairly confident. This is not going to be much fun.
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PHOTO'D BY HGM A minor edit for Shrike; I accidentally deleted her profile pic from my Photobucket account whilst doing some spring cleaning. Can someone replaces it with this?
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Lynn nodded, clearly happy to move off the topic of regrets. "Yeah, flexibility in costuming is actually a wonderful thing; people who just wear the same standard look every day have no idea what they're missing." She grinned slyly as she leaned against the counter and snapped her fingers; suddenly her form was surrounded by swirling mist, leaving her dressed ala Holly Golightly from Breakfast at Tiffany's, but with graceful tapered ears. "Yeah, I'm a big showoff; I figured why keep beating around the bush with all this talk about other dimensions? I go by Grimalkin in the field." She indicated Endeavor's plate with a nod. "Once you're done, I can show you my much cooler piece of offworld tech." She took a big swig of beer in a most unladylike fashion.
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Casey really hated to move an injured person before she had a chance to due a more thorough examination, but seeing as the poor man was on a log about to over a waterfall, getting him to shore made a lot more sense! They didn't really cover bullet holes in First Aid at camp, so she was going to have to improvise. The blonde flyer gingerly put his arm over her shoulder then lifted off, skimming just over the water's surface as she drifted back to shore and laid it him out on the flatest spot she could find. In the blink of an eye his shirt and belt were off as she quickly looked him over.
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Actually I forgot that MG stopped delaying and swung (and missed) here; is she back up in intitaive order again?
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Lynn was almost completely honest with the police and EMTs when they arrived on site; she'd created a 'dummy' bookcase next to Kiki before they entered the store, and explained the stretcher as an odd bit of Army surplus that happened to be around the store. As far as the nature of the attack, she told everything like it happened, and described the incident from earlier in the day; the cops gave her a bit of grief for not reporting it, which she freely admitted was a mistake. The thought that somehow this could have been avoided if she'd reported the activities of the two thugs gnawed at her gut, and would no doubt bother her for some time. As they made ready to load both girls into the waiting ambulances, Lynn slipped each of them a small stuffed animal to hold onto, which struck the EMTs as slightly odd but they didn't comment on it; they didn't realize that she hoped to check in on the two of them remotely via her glamour connection. "I'll be there as soon as I can, okay? Just need to take care of some things here first." Once they were gone, Foreshadow naturally reappeared. "Ah, there you you are." The shopkeeper was leaning in a darkened doorway, watching the crowd of gawkers pass by; at first, it seemed as though she hadn't heard his questions, but then she finally responded in a flat, unemotional voice. "I had something they wanted to buy; something bad. Dark magic." She shook her head. "I should have just destroyed it, or given it to Scarab for safe keeping. So stupid." She closed her eyes and sighed, visibly sagging under the weight of the day's events as the tears welled up. "Sooooo stupid."
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Lynn sat on the edge of her desk as Gretchen found an unobtrusive corner and slid down to the floor, still taking notes in her notebook; the bookstore owner was about to say something, then stopped to purse her lips. "Uh, this is actually a bit awkward, but...Sam, what do you actually do? As in, what are your powers? I mean, I know your eyes glow, but..." Oh God, what if she just makes little sparkly lights? Or turns into a Guinea pig? Or is just really good at math? For her part, Gretchen just smiled and looked up at Sam expectantly, clearly amused by her employer's lack of foresight.
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Southern Hospitality 2: Freedom City Sirens
Heritage replied to EternalPhoenix's topic in The North End
Casey didn't freak out easily, being a fairly even tempered sort, but Eileen's extreme foodie fangirling was slightly off-putting; maybe part of it was that she'd never taken food too seriously herself, growing up in the house of a strictly 'meat and potatoes' man. Not knowing what to say, she merely managed to smile politely and say, "Everything smells really good" before her classmate practically yanked her off the street and into the restaurant proper. "Uh, yeah, she seemed...nice." Once inside, the scents became much stronger, and Casey heard her stomach audibly growl. "Okay, yes, it does smell fantastic in here." She smiled and nodded at Martha, her hand slightly clutching her tummy. "Hi! Well, we did come to eat!" -
pc Grimalkin (PL13/15) - Heritage [Impervium]
Heritage replied to Heritage's topic in Archived Characters
Okay, I think i fixed everything; that 2PP from Feats did not actually exist, so I couldn't adjust either Defense or Toughness, but I listed her as PL13 anyways. -
After starting some chat discussion, we're calling this a Taunt. 1d20+20=21 Aw c'mon Grim, you're not even trying! :p
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Lynn nodded, happy to have someone else in charge for a change. "I can make a stretcher, but it would have to be an old fashioned wood and canvas one; anything the EMTs will bring would be better. Still..." There was a flourish, and a stretcher appeared just as she described, probably inspired by an old movie about World War II. Then she waved her hand again, and a wooden pail soon appeared, which she filled with several cloth icebags. She also made a nice stack of sterile gauze bandages and absorbent cotton pads right next to the pail, as well as another soft woolen blanket. As an afterthought, she provided a corked glass bottle full of rubbing alcohol; all the items were as real as anything else and fully functional. Lynn smiled grimly. "You're pretty well-stocked now, Shadow; let me know if you need anything else." Turning back to Kiki, she winced as she adjusted herself to better carry out Foreshadow's instruction. "Sorry about this, Keek; sounds like it's gonna hurt like a bitch." Her friend just shook her head and took a deep breath. "Do it; just do it." Lynn nodded as she scooched over to her friend's side, shifted to her knees and leaned; the young dancer groaned then sharply breathed through her nose. She was no stranger to pain; a lifetime of ballet and jazz dance lessons had toughened her as much as any athlete, but this really did hurt. For her part, Gretchen had largely stopped talking, her breathing shallow but steady as she once again drifted in and out of consciousness, though there was still the occasional mumble. "Mom...can I...ride the mall...?"
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Grim rolled her eyes as the two local supers exchanged insults; and here she thought American metas were overdramatic! But then the blast of energy swept out from Kashima, and she had to swoop and dive out of the way. Now thoroughly pissed, she returned to full size and gracefully dropped to the rooftop, where she defiantly crossed her arms and shouted over at the powersuited 'hero'. "Sure, some savior; it's easy to save your city...if you're the one who put it in danger in the first place!" Then she scowled and took a menacing step forward. "Where'd you get all the blood from, Kashima?"
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I'm curious about Precise on Morph, as I've never seen that; what is the benefit of adding that?
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Gretchen nodded and pulled her reporter's notebook out if her back pocket and flipped through it. "Yeah, okay. Merge Trois is this reformed thief with superpowers; she apparently makes copies of herself that are all controlled by the same mind, or at least that's what it looks like." She paused to almost make eye contact with Sam. "Also she dresses like Katy Perry crashed a golf cart into a balloon animal warehouse." Then she continued reading. "This sick Belgian bastard called 'the Duke' tried to hire Miss Bubblegum to steal a magic artifact linked to our boss's family; guess he doesn't know she went straight. She came to Her Oddness and asked how she wanted to handle it, and the Pointy-Eared One wants to scam the f###er, because really, even though she's technically a good guy, deep down inside she's actually an evil beeyotch." She started to put the notebook away, then stopped to flip back several pages. "Oh yeah, Grimalkin fought the Duke before: he's...a rich pervy Belgian nobleman who has multiple bodies, can send his mind jumping from one to the other, who wants to live forever, and his prefered weapon is a poisoned crossbow bolt." She put away her notebook just as they got to the office door and knocked. "And he's insane. Knock 'em dead!" She actually managed a slight wry smile as Lynn opened the door. "Hi Sam, awesome! C'mon in, have a seat!"
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Lynn steepled her fingers and grinned evilly. "Ehhhhxcellent! Gretchen, summon forth the new girl! I think she's washing dishes in back!" She waved her hand dramatically, which just made her assistant roll her eyes as she unenthusiastically muttered, "Yes, master." In the back of the store, books were stored on shelves up to the ceiling three walls; there was also the three section sink required by New Jersey health codes as well as Kiki's desk, where she handled her assistant manager duties. Gretchen did indeed find Sam cleaning up the afternoon dishes, mostly ceramic cups and various bar supplies, as an MP3 player played in a nearby docking station. Leaning up against the wall, Gretchen studied the new girl for a while before finally speaking up, her tone as flat as usual. "Hey there, Sam. So the boss lady is setting up some sort of sting operation with a crazy poodle lady who can xerox herself, and she thought you might like to stretch your legs. Interested?"
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"Just the two injured, I'm fine! Area is secure, for now." Lynn stayed on the line, clinging to the thin electronic lifeline of human contact, but when Foreshadow showed up, she was visibly relieved as she gestured down at her young charge on her lap. "Oh thank God, a mask! She's kinda slipping in and out." The store owner gently slid out from under Gretchen, not wanting to give her up; she hadn't felt this protective of a life since her daughter Ruthie had that 104 fever when she was little, watching the rise and fall of her chest. She was especially happy to see that Foreshadow (That was his name, right? The outfit looked familiar.) seemed to have some medical training; she really had to take a first aid class next year! When he told her to get the bookcase off Kiki, she nodded crisply and said, "Done!" With a wave of her hand, the wooden bookcase dissolved into vapor, the remaining books sliding over Kiki and onto the floor; she shot Foreshadow a look and shrugged. "Secret IDs be damned; plus, she already knows, and this one won't remember anything." She indicated the grievously-injured barista with a nod as she got up and made her way over to her best friend and assistant manager, pushing aside the rest of the books on top of her. "How're ya doing, kiddo?" Kiki had both hands around her leg, doing her best to limit the bleeding; her shoulder was bent at an unnatural angle, and her lips were tight with pain as she looked up at her boss. "Not so good." She looked down at the blood oozing from her thigh. "They shot me, Lynn! They shot me in..." Her voice trailed off; as a dancer, her legs were her life. The thought of the hours of rehab that awaited her, the possible loss of mobility and muscle tone, was clearly etched into her face. "You're gonna be okay, Keek; you're gonna be fine." Looking back over her shoulder at Foreshadow, her face was fiercely determined. "What do you need from me? I can make stuff, just nothing made of metal. Bandages, a stretcher? What can I make you?" Meanwhile Gretchen drifted back and noticed her head was no longer resting in Lyn''s lap; she craned her head around, looking annoyed but clearly still out of it. "Hey...! Hey, where'd...where'd Boss Lady go? I've gotta clean up before...she gets back..." Still holding a handful of bandages sticky with blood, she feebly dabbed at the remains of her shirt. "Oh oh...my shirt's torn!"