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If you'll take an experienced sidekick, I'll throw the Shrike into this.
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Grimalkin beamed at the big guy's reaction; Gretch was right, she was a bit of an attention seeker, and being recognized by a fan was still a thrill. "Hey, we need to take a picture together! Who's got a camera? I doubt you can work one with those big mitts of yours, Levvy." "I can take one. We'll get it to you somehow." "Cool! Oh, I know the perfect pose!" And with that, the nimble elf scampered up Leviathan to perch on his shoulder! She conjured up a pint of beer to raise in one hand, put her free arm around his massive shoulder, and kicked up a leg as she grinned like a maniac. "Okay, hit it!" There were several flashes as the image was immortalized electronically, then Grim planted a kiss on the aquatic hero's cheek before she slid off and dropped to the floor, not even spilling her beer. "Awesome, I love it! Yeah, we'll get it to ya, big guy! I'll even autograph a hard copy for ya." In response to Replica's comment, Gretchen frowned slightly as she put away her cellphone. "Damn it. You've pentrated my artfully constructed secret identity. I knew this day would come. Oh, how I've dreaded it." She said the whole thing in her usual flat monotone, so it was kind of hard to tell how sincere she was being.
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Casey just smiled and shrugged. "Well either, it's just good that you're here; I think it's important that the people of Freedom know that we do more than just beat up bad guys. There's lots of other ways we can help, too. And maybe if someone sees us doing something they can do, it might inspire them to help out as well." She flashed a bashful smile that was still as radiant as the sun. "Even if it isn't as cool as shooting lasers out of your eyes!" When Solar Sentinel joined them, a sudden transformation came over Miracle Girl; her posture became much straighter and her demeanor a bit more subdued. "I didn't want to bother you when I saw you working in back, sir, but I just wanted to say what an honor it is to work with you, sir. My father told me all about your service with the Zarnashi during the war with the Makh'rell, and I just wanted to thank you for your service." She stood at full attention and snapped off a crisp salute (classic US Air Force, to Henry's trained eye) before assuming a breathless parade rest.
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Lynn shook her head in wonder at the great big aquatic Santa."Wow; you sir, are amazing!" The changeling peered around, taking in the composition of the crowd; it appeared to be mostly if not entirely composed of people in 'the biz', so she decided to let her hair down a bit. "Nice to meet you, Levvy; I am-" She made a dramatic flourish and was soon surrounded by a strange vapor, which dissipated to reveal a familiar pointy-eared heroine, albiet one who's usual black and midnight blue leathers were now a festive red and green, her spikey hair partly covered by a green elf cap. "Grimalkin! And this is my-" "Gretchen." "Yes, my Gretchen!" "Hey." - Not suiting up, are we? - - You're the attention seeker. I just came here to get wasted on wassail. - - That's...okay, that's fair. - - Actually I'm checking out the autstic blonde hottie who turned on the jukebox with her mind. - - Ooh! Keep me posted! -
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- "That's...that's amazing," was all Ditra was able to stammer over her comm. Her database had absolutely nothing to say about this ship, which was both exciting and terrifying. - "I'm scanning for an entry point," she finally managed to say. - "Keep your eyes peeled for any sort of control panel or access port." - Meanwhile, she attempted to probe the inside of the craft, sending both radio and telepathic signals out in both Lor and Galstandard, waiting for any response.
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Sorry for lack of posting; I picked up several shifts at work, and this is the busiest time of the year for shipping. Normalcy should return soon.
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Looking up from her position on the floor, Casey looked between the waitress and the mysterious doctor, unsure which one she found to be more vexing; she shook her head as angry tears rolled down her cheeks. Finally she looked up at Moe, continuing to speak now somewhat more broken Japanese due to her powerful emotions. "I don't understand! That boy, so suddenly dead, doctor acting strange. What 'appointments' has he at this latest hour? Does not make sense!" Darlene slid out of the booth to put her arms around her friend's shoulders. "It's alright, darlin'. You heard what the doc said; sometimes these things just...happen." But Casey wasn't having it; she locked eyes with the young waitress, the pleading look in her eyes clearly saying 'tell me this doesn't seem wrong to you.'
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Shoving off from the Praetorian vessel was a little unnerving, though she knew neither of her fellow travellers would allow her to drift off into empty space. Ditra's suit also had compressed CO2 jets for additional maneuverability, but she still felt very small and vulnerable as she glided across the void, flipping over to land feet first on 60339-Bixby with another blast of CO22 to slow her down. So strange to be standing in 1g on the surface of the barren rock tumbling through space! The green-skinned cyborg joined the two Terrans at the entrance to the cave, the light of her suit's twin headlamps barely penetrating the gloom. She sighed out of reflex more than anything else. - "Well, we've come this far; might as well see it through. To be honest, at this point, I'd rather not speculate, though it's hard not to. Switching to IR." - With but a thought, Ditra's beautiful mechanical eyes slid up the EM spectrum from visible to infrared, all colors disappearing in favor of simple heat intensities. Her two companions stood out brightly against the black of near-absolute zero. Turning her gaze towards the entrance, the Nameless agent made ready to climb in.
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Lynn rubbed her hands together at the mention of the free drinks. "Ooh, what should we get, what should we get?" Suddenly she stopped and sniffed the air before turning to her girlfriend with a big smile. "Dude...have you ever had wassail before?" Gretch frowned and shook her head. "I am sure I'd remember drinking something called that." "Oh ho ho, you're in for a treat! Be right back!" The changeling quickly doffed her coat and hat, set them on a chair, and mouthed a quick 'thank you' to Klara before scampering over to the bar, where she did indeed find a great punchbowl full of the potent, fragrant Yuletide delight. "Two wasssils, guv`nah," she chimed in her best Dick Van Dyke Cockney, grinning like a little kid. "An' put 'em on the giant's bill, eh?" Noting Bonfire's presence, she turned and beamed at him. "'Ello, luv! Holiday greetin's an' all that!" The elfin girl hopped up to give him a quick peck on the cheek before snagging her drinks and dropping a five dollar tip for the server. "Cheers, mate!" By the time Lynn got back to the table, Gretchen was mutely staring up at 'Leviathan Claus,' barely noticing the drink she was handed even as she sipped it. Somehow Lynn was oblivious, and she frowned at her girlfriend's dazed expression. "What is it, what's wrong?" The young barista merely nodded as she took another sip, her eyes never leaving the amazing sight. "The Kringle from the Black Lagoon." "The Kringle from...oh, holy s###." "Yep."
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ic You Never Get a Second Change for First Impressions.
Heritage replied to TheAbsurdist's topic in West End
Gretchen arched an eyebrow as the fight spilled out into the rest of the shop; the knife in the yuppie's hand was a bit of a surprise, but the guy in the hockey mask was probably still the instigator of the fight. Jumping a step backwards, the young heroine flipped her left hand upwards, causing Mr. Voorhees to be slammed up against the ceiling, hard enough to send trailing spinkles of plaster down to cover things in thin layer of dust. Once she was sure she had the guy well and truly pinned, she turned to look to at Chad McStabby, cocking her head to one side inquisitively. "Well, then. Looks like we're having a bit of an altercation in there. What happened?" -
"Oh yeah," said Casey as she gingerly found a spot for her tray. "You're like the third hero to bear that name, right? That's cool, that you're keeping that legacy alive." Finally with hands free, she beamed as she offered up a firm handshake that spoke to both her confidence and power; it was not hard to sense the energy that filled this young woman. "There we go, a proper introduction!" Surprisingly, the blonde powerhouse seemed less curious about the Scarab and more focused on staying on task as she spoke with one of the soup kitchen's organizers. "Okay, that's the last of the hot stuff until Scorchin' Ray's sends their truck back around noon; any other heavy stuff you need moved from point A to point B?" Then she turned back to Scarab when a thought struck her. "I forget, do you have like super-strength or telekinesis? I can never keep track of everyone's powers."
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Ditra locked the upper and lower halves of her suit together and double checked her seals before squeezing her curls into her bubble helmet and locking it in place as well. These older Lor EVA suits were somewhat clunky and made everyone look the same, but they offered a decent protection from the perils of hard vacuum. She didn't bother to switch on the O2, saving it for any possible emergency, and fumbled her way over to the airlock, waiting for the Traveller to join her, toggling her radio to speak with her. - "Ready when you are, Sitara." -
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"Thank you, sri," said Ditra with a formal bow. As she followed the Oog'ol through the camp, she recorded everything, and her databanks provided a wealth of information about everything she saw; later, when she had time, she could use it to put together a detailed report, or even a good documentary, about their visit that would hopefully shed light on the sentientian crisis taking place here, which she hoped might lead to more resources being sent. Once they got to the meeting, the Nameless quietly took her seat and glanced around, checking her database for any relevant information about the other attendees.
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Just want to get of scale on the two craters; are they big enough for us to land in, or should we just EVA over?
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Okay, cool! BTW, just fixed a few typos and awkward phrases in that last post.
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Can we get on OOC thread fof this? I guess I could just start one, but that seems rude, since I'm not the GM
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Let me know if I have to change anything due to inaccuracies.
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Casey nodded at Moe, trusting the waitress to best know her restaurant and its clientele. As far as her earlier display went, she tried to shrug the whole thing off as no big deal, despite her friends' stunned response, which actually left her feeling a bit self-conscious. "It's...I have a red belt in taekwondo; I can take care of myself." But then the old man made his terrible announcement, and her eyes went wide with shock. "What?! That can't be, I just-" The former Scout lunged out of the booth and onto the floor next to the pale boy, and began to rapidly recheck his vitals and start textbook CPR. "No no no, he was out, he wasn't- Come on! Come on!" Anguished tears began streaming down her face as Casey became more frantic in her attempts to revive him.
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"I can certainly try," offered Lynn in response to Max's suggestion. She rubbed her jaw thoughfully; this might be easier without the language barrier. She switched back to Russian; she knew many English speakers considered it to be an ugly language, as they often did with German, but she found great beauty in both of them. Of course, it helped when the speaker was as lovely as an angel! <"You seem confused, comrade, as though you're not sure how you got here. Are there gaps in your memory? What's the last thing you remember about home, and the first thing you can recall about coming here?"> There was something slightly off about all this; there was more to his being lost than just being in a strange city. Perhaps he was a stranded time traveller?
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ooc You Never Get a Second Change for First Impressions.
Heritage replied to TheAbsurdist's topic in Archives
Sorry, forgot to roll this for you. Notice check: 1d20+19=25 On the nose! -
"There are two telepaths onboard," added the Nameless agent. "And we know our kind aren't always welcome; we just wanted to make sure everything is above board." In response to Sur-Gor's querry, Ditra merely shook her head. "No, it's fine, though it's good to know the option is available." Though dealings with the Dotrae were often unnerving, she did not allow the slight shiver she felt to be expressed by her shell out of respect to her fellow ambassador; after all, didn't other races find her off-putting as well? Like the Dotrae, the green-skinned beauty travelled light, though she did turn to their Praetorian pilot. "Do you have any cargo or supplies to unload once we land? I'd be happy to help."
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Okay, Lynn is gonna keep her Concealment, but attempt to Power Attack Swordheart, boosting her Toughness save up to DC 25. 1d20+9=27 And Shrike is keeping it simple with another Blast at DC 25. Oh, and I'll edit in a mention of Terreign's miss, too. 1d20+10=20
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Even though her claws did hit flesh, Lynn could tell from the way the 'blind' swirdmistress moved that she was more than aware of her position, which madd sense; obviously her other senses compensated for her loss of sight. Still, the changeling opted to stay invisible in case either of her two companions wanted to get a shot in, which definitely worked when Terreign attempted to pummel where he thought she was standing. Which meant more hits would be targering her girlfriend. Which was okay, because she was a tough kid who could take it. Right? -You're gonna draw more fire if I stay like this- -Bring it.- -God, I love your angry heart.- So even though it didn't help her with her current adversary, Grim stayed out of sight, and dodge a vicious sword strike from her foe before putting all her force into a nasty blow of her own. Meanwhile the Shrike did an impressive aerial backflip to avoid Neutonica's before blasting her with the Ring of Power at point blank range.
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Sorry, having a pretty busy weekend. Be back soon!
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Onboard the Praetorian vessel, Ditra was unpacking her somewhat dated EVA suit as they approached Sol's asteroid belt; while the design of her shell allowed her to operate in hard vacuum without it, she nonetheless rarely did so, as she somehow felt too exposed. Perhaps it was due to her humanoid cerebral cortex and its residual primitive fears? The Nameless agent wore her usual white jumpsuit and boots, her curly, dark green hair bobbing loose and free as she crouched on the deck, methodically checking all the suit's seals. "Once we've determined whether or not the signal poses a threat, perhaps we can visit Earth? I've studied it a great deal, but have never actually been there."