Dr Archeville

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"Unfortunately," he said after giving a slightly exasperated sigh, "I have absolutely no idea. The bigger the area, the longer the search, and, well...." I have no idea if this will even work... such an impossibly large task... but I must try! Archeville could not help but grin a tiny bit at Miss Wells's words, "yes, I," his tiny grin turned into a tiny frown, "have some experience with the difficulties and intricacies of temporal travel. Though I do hope," his smile returned, and he began looking for a spot on the steampunk-esque devices where his tech could interface, "that we only have to deal with dimensional barriers and not temporal ones as well!" Finding what he believed was a proper spot, Archeville connected his tech to Wells's and began making adjustments.

"'You never enter the parallel worlds you do not breach in to'?," Archeville responded, shrugging. "Something like that." Should I have called the Atoms in on this? Or Young Freedom? They all have much, much more experience with other dimensions than I do. Would they take my calls? Is my desire to do this alone -- well, semi-alone -- more hubris on my part? The Doktor scowled and shook his head, then looked up at Carrie and was smiling again. "I have it right here, actually," he said as his withdrew his shiny new Electromagnetic Screwdriver from his labcoat pocket. "Just finished rebuilding it a few days ago, and I have already fed all of Mona's biometric data and brainwave scans and anything else I thought would be useful in tracking her. Now I just need to interface it with Miss Well's devices to give it the range we will need."

You say you're running a 3E game on anther board, and don't provide a link? Bah! I wish you luck with your project. May your entertainment be many and your headaches few!

Exxxcellent. Intimidate check (1d20+17=31) And an HP to stunt teleport off his Necro array (same 'port he used earlier) to pop down to the Morgue.

The revenant threw the man down, pointing and staring at him with an accusing glare, then vanished in a flash of violet light. He reappeared in the morgue, in one of the cadaver drawers, though this one had recently been emptied as its previous tenant had been wheeled out minutes prior. He laid still on the cold metal, listening for Agopowicz or any of the other technicians, or any guards investigating the recent weirdness. Alright, let's review: Gorsky & Cartwright was rivals. Cartwright dies in some drive-by shootin', Gorsky takes advantage of the accident t'raise him up and be his errand-zombie. Calls in them folks, sayin' he can cure their daughter. How'd Gorsky hear about 'em? Maybe they was Cartwright's patients? So, gotta bring Cartwright back here -- shouldn't leave him on Lantern Hill -- an' then find out where Gorsky learned necromagic, who had promised him "it would all be perfect" an' "showed him things." Wait, not who, what -- he said "it" told him, "it" showed him. I probably shoulda stayed an' asked while I had him.... Maybe Mutt found somethin' in his trackin'; need t'get in touch with him. Which... will be tricky, as I got not idea where he is. Eh, I can ask 'round, see if some spirit'd be willin' t'find 'im fer me.

Sounded like the fella's head conked hard on the bookshelf. Good news, the screamin' should bring someone along soon t'check on 'em. Bad news, they'll find Cartwright here, or me. Best make this quick. 'Cartwright,' still maintaining his grip on Gorsky, shifted and morphed back into Dead Head, and squeezed the doctor, not enough to do any lasting harm but enough to insure his attention was focused. "Listen, Comrade, this is your one and only warning. Stop meddlin' with the dead. Use yer knowledge an' skill t'treat the livin', do what good ya can. But don't go makin' promises ya cain't keep, an' don't go 'round tryin' t'extend lives unnaturally. You ain't smart enough or wise enough t'decide who gets t'live forever, so do what ya can t'make the livin' comfortable. I do what I can t'make the dead comfortable." He pulled the doctor closer, putting his lips almost on the man's ear, "an' if I hear yer still messin' with the dead after this -- an', trust me, I will hear of it -- I'm gonna sic ev'ry ghost, haunt an' spook you had a hand in makin' after you 'till the end o' yer days!" Time t'make my exit. Just reach out like I did earlier...

DH'll take both! Corrosion 6 #1: DC 16 Reflex save (Drain Toughness), DC 21 Toughness Save (1d20+6=10, 1d20+18=29) Ref sav fails by 6, so -3 Impervious Toughness; Toughness save is (29-3) = 26, which still passes. Corrosion 6 #2: DC 16 Reflex save (Drain Toughness), DC 21 Toughness Save (1d20+6=18, 1d20+15=22) Ref save passed, Toughness save passes Toughness reduced by 3 (from +18 [imp 12] to +15 [imp 9]), but no actual Damage.

Dead Head interposes, saving the Richards's's from any stray/ricocheting shots! (I presume it's a run-of-the-mill handgun, not some Illuminati-forged magic bullet? I.e, do I need to make a Toughness save?)

"A mental scans, yes," Archeville nodded, "since that is the only unique trait of Mona's I would have to target. Tracking her by her energy signatures would not be as feasible, since her energies are very similar to those of the interdimensional spaces." 'Victorian Express'? Is that the ferry, or the passenger train? Who knows, it could be both in that world! Ah, so many questions! The Doktor placed a hand on Miss Wells' shoulder, "I am more than grateful for any help you may give, madame. Dimensional travel is one of the few areas with which I have some difficulty" and more than some trepidation "but I consider myself blessed to be able to call on others," he glanced at Carrie, "where I have failed."

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Leaping over the desk for Gorsky, to start a Grapple. If Gorsky's treated as a Minion, I'll just Take 10, for 24.

Daughter? Ah, the old 'Promise to Cure the Sick Child When Really She's Turned Into An Undead Servitor' trick! One of the oldest cons in the books! But who showed Gorsky them things? "Nooot a cuuure," 'Cartwright' said, still pleading with the male half of the Richards'. "Nooot a cuuure... paaaiiin... neverending! Pain is all I feel... paaaiiin and nothing else! To never again walk," he luched to one side, "on a summer's day... with a hot wind in your face..." he flexed his hands, as if feebly grasping for the Richards', "and a warm hand to hold... to feel nooothing..." He froze, and slowly ratcheted his head towards Gorsky, "nooothing... but huuungerrr...." His lips pulled back while his body ratcheted around, so now he was fully facing Gorsky. He crouched slightly, "huuungerrr... for vengeance!" He leaped over the desk at the doctor.

Dead Head shrugged and shook his head, "man, too many reasons to list. Fame. Power. Knowledge. Someone new wantin' t'be his horse? Gang war? War within his own gang? Though," he shook his head again, "the lack'a proper offerin' implies whoever did this don't really know much 'bout 'im; could be some amateur tryin' t'summon somethin' bigger'n 'is head. Or," he glanced back at the blood-splattered living room, "someone with even less knowledge than that. Some slasher workin' a loose theme; maybe tryin' to get attention from any powerful entity." "I still think," he continued, heading out of the kitchen and looking for a bedroom, "there might be somethin' 'bout his job tied t'this." He turned towards the detective, "ah, detective Curtis, sir, y'all got word back on where 'e worked, what 'e was workin' on?"

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Toughness save, DC 30 (1d20+14=25) Fails by 5, so Dazed + Injured

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Dead Head tossed the milkbone offered by Nick over his right shoulder, towards the alley behind him where Mutt waited. The treat vanished in midair with an audible CRUNCH. I like Nick. He is a good man, like Dead Head. And Equinox is a- RACCOON! ... She is a good woman. Mutt trotted along the air outside the apartment, as spirits do, peering in through the windows as the others entered. "Construction worker?," Dead Head repeated as Curtis showed them around, "maybe he was 'bout t'build somethin' where someone else was squattin', or some project'a his was gonna mess up the-" He'd been talking jovially as he surveyed the scene, but when he saw the tag in the kitchen, his clotted blood ran just a hair colder. Craaap. The revenant nodded stiffly, "cain't say I'm surprised t'see that mark again. Kinda surprised we ain't seen it sooner, truth be told. But..." He looked back at the bloodbath in the loving room, then back at the veve, then to nick and 'Nox, "but it don't seem his style, though, y'know?"

... you've made a 'Ganger!

Dead Head also gets a 20.

So... Small Bots are scrapped, Large Bots go now?

Since Dead Head has Interpose, and he's right next to Hecatonchire #2, can he interpose on Nox's behalf? If so, Toughness save, DC 30 (1d20+18=20) Fails by 10, so Staggered + Disabled + Dazed

Dead Head had been at Lantern Hill, waiting for Nick to arrive so they could have some non-Save the World interactions during this atypical lull in spectral activity. Chatting up friendly spirits, making small offerings, catching up on the latest happenings in the world of horror and sci-fi media... the usual. But when he saw a police cruiser pull up to the main gate, then the two uniformed officers stop and then redirect Cimitiere, the revenant knew something was up. Nick can handle himself, no problem... an' if he needs help, he'd be sure t'call me & the others. Buuut... he seems t'be gettin' a lot of these lately, and I've been itchin' t'see one first-hand. He whistled, "c'mon, Mutt!. We's goin' out!" He retrieved his new shovel from the ground -- he'd been leaning on it while waiting for Nick -- and returned it to the harness on his back; he shifted a bit, still unaccustomed to the subtle differences in weight & balance from his old shovel, a process he'd gone through many times. The spirit-hound soon appeared and barked agreement, and both headed out. The two kept to the shadows and alleys, and arrived not long after Equinox. Mutt remained concealed, but Dead Head shambled up towards Nick. He let out a simple grunt to the two mystics; though some of FC's finest knew of Dead Head, if the ones here thought he was just an assistant to Cimitiere, they'd be apt to overlook him, and thus to not interrupt him while he employed his unique talents to the case.

"Oh, I would never remove anything, unless she wanted me to," he replied, smirking slightly at Miss Wells. Now, now, just because I am feeling like my old self again does not mean I should revert to my old-old self. He turned an eye to the machines, circling around them with hands clasped behind his back. "I would love to know more about the worlds you have been to. I have only met two other versions of myself; one went well, one went... poorly. But," he shook his head, "that can wait; first things first. I presume Carrie has told you of where we may need to go, but has she spoken of how we may find our destination?"