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[Interceptors] Zombie Powder is a Helluva Drug [OOC]
Heritage replied to Dr Archeville's topic in Archives
So where do we stand on this thread? -
Gossamer's Initiative: 1d20+7=26
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'Sokay, I figured as much :D
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Dr. de Havilland studied the locations of the targets on the monitors, and then her mouth became a hard line. "They're cutting the city off from the outside world; no one gets in or out, and no one sends a call for help. This could turn into a slaughter." The blonde scientist shook her head, sending ripples out to the ends of her hair as she pointed at a pulsing graphic on one of the screens. "We can eliminate at least a few of those possible suspects by looking at this pattern in the psychic frequencies; this is some sort of broadcast, instructions or perhaps an attack order, repeated over an over again at regular intervals. Who has either the technology or ability to send such a signal over such a large area?" Gossamer frowned. "I must confess that I'm fairly ignorant about most so-called supervillains."
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Giz, are we waiting on you to post for the Asteroid Base, or can we do RP-type posts?
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Based on what was stolen, would Gossamer be able to figure out what the tech might be used for, and if so, what should I roll?
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Estelle carefully slipped a thin tendril free from the death grip she had the miscreant in, and followed his instructions, her wary blue eyes frequently darting back to her captive. Once it was accomplished, she leaned in and whispered into the unconscious man's ear. "Doktor, can you hear me? Move your left pinkie finger if you can hear the sound of my voice." Gossamer nervously watched for the sign, still not letting the armored goon out of her sight for very long. He has to be all right, he has to be; we cannot lose this man of genius to common thieves!
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After Colt sauntered out of the kitchen (to be honest, the man sauntered everywhere), Grim smiled as she step closer to the good doctor and laid a hand on his sleeve. "Hey, look, if you say you haven't been spying on us, I'm gonna take you at your word for it; I'm a little paranoid by nature, and yeah, our meeting a few months back about the Bayview situation made me leery about surveillance, but if you say 'no', okay fine. And yeah, Avenger said he was here the better part of a day and night, which creeps me the hell out, but you look about as pissed off as we were, so that's a good sign there, too." She turned to take in the rest of the team with her gaze. "So we got some stuff to work on, and Doc, your help with that would really be appreciated; Avenger is a former teammate of mine, so I know a few things about him, though I'm hardly a vampire expert. The dude was tres mysterious even with some of us, much like our Jack here, which I accept as a valid lifestyle choice." The shapeshifter gave the swordsman a wink before continuing. "'Venger said we should monitor air currents, and as Mo reminded us, in legends and movies vampires can tun into mist, so my one thought is that he got in through the air vents somehow. I guess the other option is he turns invisible, so invisible he doesn't even show up on like body heat or radar scanners, but maybe as he moves he still disrupts the air." Grim shrugged. "So maybe we should work on both?"
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Grim cocked an eyebrow at Jill's near-slip (if that's what it really was), but diplomatically chose not to dig. The shapeshifter nodded and rested her chin on her steepled fingers; after a few seconds of quiet contemplation, she finally spoke. "Look, I'd be lyin' right now if I didn't admit to being crazy with curiosity about what happened in Jack's life to, y'know, drive him to do this thing we do." She sprouted a pair of cat ears, which she pointed at with a smirk. "Kinda goes with the whole theme, right?" The ears melted away and she shrugged. "But...I have to respect both Jack's wishes and your's; you guys are in this together, which is awesome, and I'd never want to jeopardize that bond or mess with his crimefightin' mojo. Keeping his two lives seperate is what let's him do this, so I'd have to be a frickin' idiot to mess with a teammate's head like that." She looked around the kitchen nervously. "I just hope he understands why I did this, calling you over here today..." After a few moments, she turned back to Jill and rocked back on her heels. "So, you wanna hang out for a bit? I got nothin' going on 'til I patrol tonight, so you're welcome to stay, but I don't want you to get in trouble with your bro or anything."
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Gossamer "...And I'm a Mutant." Cry Havok! Fisticuffs 2: Opening Credits Fisticuffs 2: Gossamer vs Wesley Get Yourself Some Culture IN SPAAAAACE! Monsters? In the Streets!? - AEGIS HQ "When They Hear Oom Pah Pah!" Grimalkin 8 Simple Rules...for Working with Jack A Breather on Campus "...And I'm a Mutant." Interupting Cow The Legacy of Al-Kazar: Happy Grimday! Monsters in the Streets! - Greenbank No Mercy The Witch Doctor is IN Welcome back, Kris Zombie Powder is a Helluva Drug Red Queen (NPC) Fast Heroes and Loose Women
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Holy crap, Ecal, I don't know what to say; I cannot even imagine what a blow this must be to you and your family. Take care of each other, and be well. Star, I'm sorry life decided to kick you in the guts several times; I hope things get less crappy for you in the near future.
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Mutants and Masterminds 3rd Edition Announced
Heritage replied to Dr Archeville's topic in Off-Panel
I agree with Shaen on this; just because he doesn't know how to make characters using the system doesn't mean the system he created was bad. I guess he just doesn't know how to optimize worth a damn. :) -
Chorus of child-like voices "We're sorry." ;)
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Between Jack's dousing and Dynamo explaining himself (plus his compliment about her ridiculous caricature, since an artist always like to know she's appreciated), a huge smile slowly spread across the shapeshifter's face, and she leaned forward, hands on knees and took a deep breath, then stood back up and stretched. "Okay, I've been a total hag for like the last ten minutes, and as Mr. Venger just showed us again, we've got our work cut out for us. I just hope he has better things to do so he doesn't just hang out here undetected all week..." :? She stepped over to Dynamo, with her arms outstretched. "And Mo, come over here, ya big doofus." The tiny girl then proceded to give him a powerful bear hug, her strength totally out of proportion to her size. After a few seconds, she let him go, then wagged a finger under his nose. "And for the record, I'm Jewish, so just fuggedaboutit, m'kay?" She spread her arms dramatically, like Charlton Heston. "Now let there be peace between us all!" Finally her tone got all business-like as she dropped her arms and stepped closer to Vince's monitor. "Okay, Venger said something about detecting air currents, so does that mean he came in through the vents somehow, or just detecting air currents in general?"
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Adding some Complications, which have developed during roleplay over time; if any of these seem weak or cheesy, let me know. Prejudice (Vampires) - While she makes an exception (with some difficulty!) in Avenger's case, Grim really doesn't trust bloodsuckers at all. Short Fuse - Under the right circumstances, Grim can get very angry very fast, but usually cools down just as quickly. Secret Identity - While she doesn't go to the impressive lengths of her teammate Jack of All Blades, Grim does wear a mask and use only her heroic name while in the field. Sandman's got 99 problems but an edit ain't one
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Grim's face went bright red at the new guy's mockery of her steady boyfriend and teammate; she was about to summon forth a raquetball to bean him in the head, then quickly remembered who she was dealing with, and instead opted for another tactic. Her body was surrounded by swirling mist, which parted to reveal the form of Dynamo...sort of. It was more like a Ren and Stimpy version of Dynamo, with long knock-kneed legs, an improbably tall shock of blond hair, sh**-eating grin, and a rather tiny cranium. Instead of the normal exlamation point on his chest, his insignia simply read 'F#@*ing Idiot'. "Hey, broheem, looks like when I vibrated my molecules, all my manners, common sense and itty-bity brain went kablooie! Righteous!" DynoGrim then played a Bill and Ted air guitar riff before turning back to herself with an angry pop of vapor, scowling with arms crossed tightly across her chest. "Ya see how it feels, ya stupid putz?" She stormed over to him and jabbed him hard in the chest with a rather pointy finger. "If you ever insult Colt or any other of your teammates like that again, you will wake up one morning to find yourself on YouTube, buck naked with a Hula Hoop on the White House lawn. I will ruin you, pinhead. Comprende, 'broheem'?" :evil:
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Oh jeez, sorry to hear life has gotten so stressful for you guys! I hope things approach a degree of normalcy soon.
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Grimalkin shakes her head at Avenger's patented disappearing act. "God, he can be so annoying!" Then she turns to Fulcrum and shows that her hands are empty. "See, no implements of vamp destruction here! If I really wanted him dead, I'd find a way to kill him...and would then be horribly killed by Phantom, so everybody loses." She sighed as she parked her butt up on the table. "So does anyone think we have half a chance of catching him next time?" She threw a playful flirty glance over her shoulder to the monitor screen. "Vince might have a chance, because he's awesome..." The shapeshifter laughed gleefuly, kicking up her feet. "Whaddya mean, it always goes down like this!" She leans forward and address the two newest members. "Guys, it's about time you found out the sad truth that your new team sucks." She winks and hops off the table dramatically. "But the important thing is, we all work together, and somehow, as if by magic, we kick the world's ass and make it right. And then we don't suck and are, in fact, awesome."
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Grim smiled, nodded and took a step back. "Fair enough; I am lowering my arms slowly." Her hugging reflex abated (for now!), she hopped back up on her stool. The tiny shapeshifter sighed as she nonchallantly produced three bowling pins and proceded to juggle them as she spoke. "Well, Jack's a big boy, all evidence to the contrary; if you, me and Colt keep at 'im, while still giving him some breathing room, he should be alright." She stopped to catch two of the pins and balance the third on the tip of her nose, where it wobbled precariously before she let it drop, only to lean back and catch it with her bare feet. "Yep, it's a metaphor." With a kick, all three pins went back up in the air as she continued. "The important thing is we're all on the same team, and by that I mean 'Team Keep Jack Alive, Sane and Happy', if such a thing is possible. And if it's not-" She shrugged, and the bowling pins vanished into thin air. "At least we can try for two out of three, right?"
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As Grim listened to Jill describe her brother's mental processes, she felt sadder and sadder, but also a slight twinge of guilt; Jack's dedication to defending the West End was unrivaled because the dude never, ever let himself off the hook. The other guy was never too fast, it was always Jack who was too slow. I'll never be as dedicated as Jack...but do I really want to be? Do the Interceptors have room for two martyrs? No, that's not fair, even though the point is still kinda valid. The changeling flicked her wrist and produced a clean white handkerchief, which she offered to the younger girl. "Here, take this, go for it. Everyone can use a good cry, even tough girls like you." And now she was glad her own family had no idea what she was doing; even though she knew Jill was proud of her brother, it didn't make it any easier on her knowing why he spent all his time away from home. Watching the teenager struggle with her emotions, Lynn couldn't help herself. "Look, can I...can I hug you now? I really want to, but not if you don't want me to."
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Grim had cooled down quite a bit, as was her wont; her anger burned brightly, but the fire usually didn't last too long. Jack's comment prompted her to slap her forehead and chuckle ruefully. "Oh God, of course! Why wouldn't he hire someone to spy on us; he can't do it 24/7 himself, he has to sleep sometime!" She look up at the ceiling and slowly shook a fist. "If you didn't pay me so darn much, sometimes I..." Her voice trailed off into a series of grumbles as she hopped off the table and moved to Colt's side. With a flick of her wrist, Grim held a long wooden stake, which she expertly twirled in her fingers. "Sure, I'm game for a rematch." She smiled at Avenger, and it was a curious thing; the anger was still smoldering underneath, but there was also a puckishness and the hint of a playful challenge. The stake poofed away into vapor almost as soon as it appeared.
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Are we stalled on this one?
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You could almost hear Colby's shrug over the ghost radio. "Well, 'normal' pretty much goes out the window, in a situation like this, but the good news is you're all together. Your teammates can lend you strength, if you need it." Both Colt and Grim found that while they seemed to be in the same place as jack, they could not in fact interact with the environment; Colt's fingers passed ineffectually through the MAVERIC's controls, and Grim stepped through the side of the vehicle and out into the street, slowly walking towards the swordsman, nervously peering around the eerie scene. "So wherever we are, I guess me and Colt are here but not here, right?" "The short answer is you're all still in the basement at my place; the long answer is your minds are projecting into a recreation of the past, which is, well...orbiting just above the surface of the dreamcatcher, if that makes any sense, which it probably doesn't." Suddenly a booming voice echoed throughout the empty intersection. "INSOLENT HUMAN! NOW YOU DIE!" "INSOLENT HUMAN! NOW YOU DIE!" "INSOLENT HUMAN! NOW YOU DIE!" Grim clutched her stomach and looked sickened. "Oh God, I remember that voice; it's him, the big one!" :? :(
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Lynn held up her hands, shook her head and made a 'zip your lips' gesture. "Hey, won't happen again, I promise; guess that was building up for a while, but at least I finally got it out of my system, right?" The petite brunette frowned; she wasn't quite sure where Jill was going with this, but assumed it would be educational. She scrunched up her face and scratched her chin as she visualized her typical evening. "Uh, well, probably take a quick shower, fix myself something to eat, maybe watch a Disney movie on Blu-Ray...check my email...ravage Colt, if he's around, then sleep the sleep of the just, I guess." She shrugged and raised her eyebrows, intrigued to hear Jack's sister's response.
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The sight of this so-called Dead Head reassembling himself was quite horrific, but Estelle could not tear her eyes away from it. It's like watching a traffic accident in reverse. :shock: It was some time before she realized that she'd been drinking an odious diet Coke instead of the Pepsi she'd ordered. Thankfully, an interuption, and Gossamer turned to face a familiar winged woman she'd met briefly at some dimly-remembered heroic encounter. "Oh hello, I think we possibly met some months ago? It was at Providence, I believe, after that breakout. Doctor Estelle de Havilland, also known as Gossamer; a pleasure to make your re-acquaintance!" She indicated the aftermath of the fracas with a wave of golden hair. "Well so far, the highlight has been a rather visceral R-rated assault on one Dead Head, who appears to be the lovable Casper of the zombie world." Under her breath, Goss playfully murmured, "Unless it's a diet Pepsi..." Things looked to be getting rather tense between Avenger (she'd heard of him, one of the more shadowy figures of the Freedom City hero set) and this young man in 'My Bloody Valentine' garb, and Estelle found her eyes darting between the two of them. The return of young Erin (That's her name, she took me on a tour of Claremont!) also raised the intensity level of the room. With a thought, Gossamer's amazing hair flared out behind her, spreading like a pair of wings, ready to dart out in any direction if things looked a bit dicey.