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S###, that was close! Grim could not keep this up forever; the man was an amazing shot and it didn't seem possible to rattle him, so eventually he would hit her again and she'd be down for the count. Her plan had been to keep him occupied to buy one of the servants time to get down to Robert and Velocity, but it was probably asking a lot to expect a frightened civilian to act against their former employer, especially when said employer was an insane Xerox copy packing a poisoned crossbow. Time to shake things up a bit. This was going to take a little effort. First Grim conjured up a wooden hunting blind around herself for cover, something she should have done a loooong time ago; then she traced a circle in the air to open up her Vault, reached in and retrieved the other Duke's crossbow and cocked it as she called out, "Your move, your Ducal-ness!" Lastly, she shifted her senses over to the rabbit, to get a better idea of what he was up to right now.
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Grimalkin (all points go to Deep Freeze) >1 BR West End apt (1) >Double Dutch (15) >Man vs Nature: Here Comes the Boom (4) >Starting Over (1) >Back to School Vignette Deep Freeze GM (all points go to Deep Freeze) >Last Fare of the Night (15)
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I am working on a teen paragon named Miracle Girl, who would be transferring from the Air Academy High School in Colorado Springs; she will be beginning her junior year at Claremont. Edit: Now that I look at it, Sophomore class could use a little love; I'll push her birthday late in the year to make 16.
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Create Object: 1d20+12 (-1) =31 Sproing!
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Grim turned to the rest of the staff that was still in the area and yelled as loud as she could manage. <"Don't worry about the Duke; I can..I can take care of him! Go into the cellar and...help my friends; Velocity will protect you!"> Wait, isn't that the exact opposite of what you told them earlier? Oh well, things change. Then Grim did her best to focus on the Annoying-ness, not easy to do through the cloud of drugs, pain and rage. "You really are...pathetic, you know that? Not only do you...selfishly waste your talents and resources on yourself, but you can't even...can't even shoot a girl!" With great effort, the American changeling rose to her feet, still clutching the bolt sticking out of her shoulder; the grimace on her face was a mixture of agony and pure, unbridled hatred. "Well this little butterfly can shoot back!" She formed a pistol with her finger pointed up in the air high above the crouching madman's head, then brought her thumb down like a hammer. "Pow." And then a large wooden rabbit suddenly dropped out of the sky towards the Duke! Luckily Grim was nice enough to leave a hole in the bottom...
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So is the effect of the Daze over by now?
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The bolt caught Grim right in the left shoulder, a good solid hit; the pain shot through her whole left side, and there was a burning sensation in the wound as well. Damn it, this guy just loves his poison, don't he? She wasn't sure what the poison was supposed to do or if it was even, but standing hurt a lot right now, so she decided to let herself sink slowly to the ground and allow this SOB at least that much satisfaction. At least she was able to give him the finger as she crumpled to her knees in pain. I am going to do...such horrible things to this guy when I have the chance...
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"Alright, let's get this party started." Grim began to gently lower some of the children into 'the Vault' as she thought of it (and no, she didn't use that term with other people, especially when talking about putting kids in it); she created some soft bedding to lay them out on, and made sure their breathing was in no way obstructed. She picked the smallest four she could find, then closed up the hole with a pinch of her fingers. Before she headed out the shattered window, she looked back and the others and softly murmured, "Be right back." She then shrank down to pixie size and darted outside, praying her tiny gossamer wings could handle the hurricane winds.
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GM As her amazing mechanical eyes scanned the structure, the solid brick walls turned ghostly, and the Red Rat could see everything inside; The Man returned to his seat and picked up the remote for his giant flat-screen TV and resumed viewing a movie, something in black-and-white with angels, from the look of it. There was also an active laptop on the coffee table, right next to a large sandwich the home's soul occupant was absently munching. The laptop had a built-in wireless remote that appeared to be operating. The Man was more focused on the laptop than the TV, and he appeared to be a surprisingly fast typist.
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"Gotcha." Lithe and limber Grim wormed her way inside the bus, which smelled of blood and gasoline. She'd always meant to get some medical training, but somehow there had never been the time; nevertheless, she did the best that she could, trying to spot the worst cases, the ones with the shallowest breathing. The sight of so many innocent children in such peril went right through her like a bayonet in her heart. All of these kids have families, mother and fathers who might not even be alive. We have to do everything we can to save them. When the speedster returned, the fae crawled to one of the shattered windows to meet her, and nodded her head as she listened. "Okay, I've got an idea, though it might sound weird." She traced a circle in the air with one finger, and a hole in the world appeared; on the other side, a sort of bower could be seen, like a small dry cave underneath the roots of a massive pine tree. The smell of loam and pine needles wafted out of the bizarre opening. "This a small safe place I can access through magic; I could carefully lay three or four kids at time in here, close it up, head over to the shelter and then reopen it for unloading over there. They'd have plenty of fresh air and would experience no movement at all in transit." She gave Velocity a shrug. "Whaddya think?"
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Okay, well here we go! Toughness save: 1d20+10=15 Oh no! Fortitude save: 1d20+10=24 Well she made one of them, at least!
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Okay, I changed a few things, including dropping her down to PL9, adding a few goodies to her Cryo array and increasing her Reflex save; I think I fixed all the math, but please double-check. Oh, and it should have read 'Wall-Crawling', so that's fixed, too.
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Actually I think I'm gonna pass on Goss for now and focus on a new PL8 paragon fir Claremont.
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Oh really? Then I would happily drop her back down to PL10!
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PS: You changed the make of the car between posts
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Once upon a time, Grimalkin had a pretty short fuse; it didn't take much to set her off, and her temper, once unleashed, was downright scary to behold. Nowadays, she was older and wiser, and had a much thicker skin; it took a lot to get her really worked up these days. But deep down, the cold fury of her mother's temper was still there, and the Duke had been pushing her buttons all day... "Listen to me, you pathetic fat b######d. I've been hearing a lot of talk about how clever you are and how impressive your schemes are, and so far that's all it's been: talk. You have yet to lay a finger on either me or my partner, and your crazy mad science lab looks like something out of a lame old horror movie. I don't think you have the slightest idea what you're doing, so-" She folded her arms and shrugged. "Go ahead, fire away; you scare me about as much as a box of soggy saltines."
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Not sure if I can legitimately do this right now, but in case I can... Taunt! (Bluff check): 1d20+20=26
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GM There was a heart-pounding pause that seemed to last a few minutes, but it was probably a lot less. Then the back door opened and The Man stood there on the back porch in an athletic shirt and pajama pants, staring into the darkness; in one hand, he held a small silenced pistol, hiding it somewhat along the length of his leg. The former Russian agent recognized the type; .22 caliber, low muzzle velocity, it would make about as much noise as a disposable lighter when fired. If there could be any doubt this man was a professional, it was now long gone. The Man squinted as he slowly scanned the yard from side to side, twice passing his gaze right over the patch of shadow that concealed the Red Rat, but he saw nothing; finally the floodlight went out on its own, and after a few seconds the large dark shape slowly turned and went back inside.
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Notice check for The Man: 1d20+7=14 Nice work, RR!
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They have the same Initiative bonus; an even match! Initiative roll: 1d20+12=15 Looks like the Duke goes first.
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At the sound of the manic beeping, Grim groaned inwardly and rolled her eyes in exasperation. Oh for the love of Pete! If this jackass keeps showing up out of the blue, I'm going to have to conjure up a 'Duke Motel'; "Dukes check in, but they don't check out!" As the beautiful white beast careened her way, the American hero grinned, shook her head and actually ran toward it. "Oh no, not today, you don't!" At what seemed like the last possible moment, she jumped up, ran across the hood, over the roof and landed in a roll on the other side; hopping up to her feet, she called out to the staff. <"As you can see, your former employer is in fact insane! Why would you listen to him anymore, people? Help us end this madness now!">
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Straight Charisma roll: 1d20+8=13 - yes! Grim's Reflex save is +16, so she automatically wins that contest.
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Missed it by that much! Be sneakier, Red Rat! Give me another stealth roll to evade detection.
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GM Noemi was only able to see the blue glow of a large flat-screen TV before a bright light hit her! A quick look upward revealed the source, a motion sensitive floodlight attached to the garage, the kind that goes off whenever racoons are digging through the trash. She'd have to move a bit more carefully not to set it off again! Inside the house, she saw a shadow briefly eclipse the light of the TV as someone moved within.
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Grim peered down at the pages and curled her lip. "And things just keep getting more and more creepy! Maybe he was in like a cryo-sleep or something, an only awake a few days a year to extend his life? That might explain the sarcophagus." She shook her head and shuddered. "Alright, I'm going to go fetch us a native speaker from outside; be right back!" She flew outside and scanned the faces out there before resuming normal size and addressing the servants in Dutch. <"May I have your attention please! I need a volunteer to help translate some of the Duke's lab notes so we can figure out what the hell happened to him, and maybe fix this whole disturbing mess. Some of it looks fairly technical, so if any of you have a background with machines or the like, that would be awesome."> She paused and cast a sympathetic gaze over the crowd. <"I know you've all been through a lot, but we could really use your help here.">
