Ecalsneerg

Attack Eagle Warrior 1... DC 28 ice blast, power attacking for 2 (1d20+9=19)

Geckonitiative (1d20+11=16)

Equinox let out a cry of pain as the seemingly enchanted weapon shattered through her magical barriers, and dealt her a solid blow in the chest. Reflexively, she spread her arms wide, white spectral wings mimicking her movement as they appeared on her back, carrying her up off the ground towards the roof. "Well, this isn't going to plan," she remarked, aiming at an eagle warrior with her wand. She let loose a powerful blast of super-frozen air, the icy torrent... missing completely as her aim for hurled off, her arm forced upwards by the recoil of the powerful attack. "Hmmm... that's always a problem at this time of year."

Well... DC25 Toughness save (1d20+11=14) Bugger. Re-roll! Now down to 3 HP, and... (1d20+11=24) Bruised. Move Action: Fly up off to rooftop level. Standard Action: Blast an Eagle Warrior with ice! DC26 Toughness save for icy blast! (1d20+11=15) ... yeah, that's a miss.

"I never called anyone an ape, any more than I'd call an apple a tangerine. Same general shape, totally different species. There we are, one foodstuff I've tried. Although tangerine skin tasted better than apple skin." She looked off into the distance pensively. "Wait... you can just pick up what you want? Without having to ration things to make sure they all go around? That's... novel. Although I did read your planet could sustain a lot of agriculture, whereas Kairos was quite populated, and didn't have the necessary soil for widespread growth."

Jeni again sprouted wings, and followed Gabriel to the restaurant. "So, what's the protocol for Earth restaurants?" she asked. "Is there anything I should know what to do, or not to do, or what is done but not necessarily, and so on, so forth?" I am utterly clueless of these simians' social mores... it's more than a little embarrassing, frankly. She didn't notice her pun on mores in her mental process, as the Kaironian words for 'mores' and 'more' weren't actually similar.

Move Action: Taunt as a move action vs Freebooter, getting an easy 32. Free Action: Heroic feat - Grappling Finesse (again). Standard Action: Grapple the giant robot, all-out attacking for 2 in the process. Attack, then grapple! (1d20+11=25, 1d20+16=19) Screw it, blow the last Hero Point on a re-roll on the grapple... Last ditch effort right here. (1d20+16=26), +10, for 36.

"Hey, big, rusted and ugly! I know it's not your fault you've been plundered by some half-assed pirate. Seriously, it's an overused villainous motif. 'Oh look, i'm so smart and clever and original!' Yeeeeeah, right. You hear me, pirate boy? Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrr a walking cliche! Yarrr!" Geckoman shouted first at the robot holding Liz, then at the Freebooter. "Also... GECKOTOTHEFACE!" The green crime fighter leapt and lunged at the giant robot's face with great aplomb. This will work!

"So, we need a distraction?" asked Geckoman pensively. But without even altering his facial expression, the rest of his body had swiftly broke into a run, then leapt upwards, flying through the air gracefully at a height the greatest human athletes could only dream of. Declaring his presence to the assembled phony superheroes in the parking lot, he raised his hands high and proclaimed loudly, so they could all hear: "Geeeee! Kooooooooo! MAAAAAAAAAAAN!"

"I'm Je- the Scholar," said Scholar, momentarily forgetting the codename convention was more strongly adhered to on Earth. Damn, damn, damn... "I'm a xenobiologist, studying alien life, to catalogue it, and well..." She shrugged her shoulders helplessly. "Being able to turn into it is generally a nice perk too." She examined her costume, to make sure it had morphed back properly from her canine form. Thus far, it seemed to have.

Equininitive (1d20+1=2)

"I... don't know. Even Earth's atmosphere does bizarre things to my biochemistry. The food... I wouldn't know where to start, frankly. I suppose I'll just have to try everything," smiled Jeni. "And hope nothing's actually lethal." Humans aren't too dissimilar physically, so hopefully their food isn't toxic... I've eaten since I've got here, so at least some things are safe. "But word of warning, I don't actually really have any currency at the moment."

"Yes, but... it's still the scientific term." Jeni looked confused. "It's correct. Any insult coming from it is in your head. You do sleep all day compared to me, literally twice as much as I need to, and you are-" She caught herself and bit her tongue. Seriously, no wonder their technology sucks if they get offended by scientific words, let alone the actual details behind them. "Alright, I see where you're coming from." Not really. "But if we're actually going to get on, you're going to have to let me use scientific terms. It's how my brain works, and if I'm going to live and work on Earth, I have to use it." "Anyway... could we talk over some food? I'm starving."

Jeni sighed and put her face in her hand. "Help? With simple things like food, or shelter? I altered my entire genetic code simply because I wanted to. I fought the greatest temporal war ever known. I scorched an entire legion of Omegadrones nearly single-handedly. And you expect me to act nice to stop myself dying of hunger or exposure?" "I have already said this. I am completely aware what I said was spiteful and illogical." She hissed through her teeth at the whiteclad superhero. "But I do not fit in here. At all. I'm aware that to you, I look human. But are you aware my entire bone structure is different? My brain built differently, my muscles, my lungs? I know all this, and I can't forget, with every human I look at it, with every single second my eyes are open, I have to remember where I am. There's no way I can't. So apologies if I'm more than a little stressed." A thought crossed her head, and she looked at Gabriel quizzically. "Also, according to a biology textbook, you are a simian, along with monkeys as you said, and... apes?"

"I'm not a wizard, I'm a witch. There's a fair bit of difference," informed Equinox. Then Nick's warning came, and she raised her wand, casually pointing it at herself. Let's see what's going on here... "Although, admittedly, we can both show off when we feel like it." Then she glowed, her aura of forces and wards burning into white light, then burning even brighter, filling the area around them with pure, unblemished magical illumination. "Like so."

"Huh," said Scholar, melting upwards and back into a humanoid form again. "You've got some tough supers in these parts. I thought she'd never stop." She blinked her bulging yellow eyes shut then re-opened them as her usual green ones. "So... what do we do with the host? She's going to have to awaken eventually, so we've only got so much time to deal with her. Call the authorities to take her into custody?"

"Oh, am I saying nasty things? Then why don't you cry about it? Go cry to your mother, while I go to... oh, wait. Maybe you could just go home instead while I... Wait. Perhaps you can go a place you liked when you were a child... y'know what, I think I've made my point," shouted Jeni. "Seriously, you're at least acknowledging my entire race is dead, while simultaneously claiming that on top of all you already have, I have to be nice and happy and... what's the expression... fire rainbows out my behind? I'm guessing by context bint is meant to be an insult, so tell you what? If you're just as angry as I, despite you only having had nasty words said... I may be crazy, but at least I'm not so oversensitive it's a wonder sunlight doesn't make me catch fire."

"I'm sorry. That was unwarranted, illogical, and just plain spiteful," said Jeni softly, rubbing at the back of her head. "But frankly... what's the Earth phrase? Screw. You." "Frankly, yes, I have every right to be an arrogant jerk, because... well, have you ever lost someone? How about two people? Three? Four? Five? Five hundred? Five thousand? Five million? More? Did you see thousands slaughtered by Omegadrones, and hundreds more carried into furnaces?" She took a step towards the superhero as he left. "Did you watch your friends and comrades die, over and over again, saving them with time travel so you could keep fighting, only to watch it happen again? Did you find out your damn government had sold out to the Great Annihilator simply to save their own hides? Did you have to burn your own damn planet simply because the only creatures on it were those of Omega? Then did you crash on an alien world you hadn't been to, died, and had your entire appearance and personality irrevocably altered by some biological process you don't even understand?" "So yes, I'm possibly wrong, and I admit it. But do I have every right to be irked? Well, if you think no, again... Screw you."

"I wouldn't call one woman and a blown up spaceship to be very much to preserve. I don't even know what timezone, or reality, I'm in. There could be more of us out there," mused Scholar. "But I'll need to get my ship back up and running, which is probably going to take a good deal of time." She rubbed at her temples. "Is there anywhere I could get some sleep? I'm absolutely exhausted." The girl's piercing green eyes had dark rings forming underneath them.

Geckoman gaped as Rook was eaten by a giant flower. "Wooooow... that's a big flower." He shook his head. "Anyway, we should get going. At least we're not outnumbered, so, y'know, if we get 'em by surprise, it wont hurt that much. Unless they're really, really powerful..." His face fell. Then he looked up and grinned. "Eh, it'll work out. We're real superheroes, that's how it goes. Edge, can you get some more of that sweet, sweet teleporting goodness rolling on up for us? Time is of the essence!"

Equinox pulled her wand out from inside her coat and let her force field expand outwards subtly, the light from it intentionally muted to avoid her lighting up the whole building. "Hopefully we can talk them down before we have to come to blows," she said grimly. "But if they're messing with things on the scale I felt... I fear we're not really going to be much chance to talk it over." Equinox smiled sadly. "But I suppose that's all in a day's work." Not how I wanted to end my birthday.

"Well, let me think... your planet is hideously polluted, your list of endangered or extinct species... I mean, just... wow," exploded Jeni. "You fight and kill each other like animals. My planet had superheroes too, but our job description had barely any of these costumed criminals, we fought natural disasters and alien races. Not each other." "And I'm stuck here. Where the most advanced race kill one another, where they kill the world around them, and a not insignificant number spend their time dressing up in costumes not to fight crime, but to cause it, and attack people in alleyways. And this is supposed to be something to be proud of."

Moved to Character Building at player request.

"Oh, I'm not entirely convinced I'm the only one," conceded Jeni. "But any research ships that were out there are are hundred dimensions, thousand light years and million years away, most likely. I know where I am, but when... I'm not entirely sure." She gave a bitter laugh. "So here I am, on a planet with a load of simian life forms who seem to spend half the time sleeping. I don't even have my ship. It was too badly damaged, which is a pity, as it means I could live in it instead of the quarters humans seem to prefer."

Snarling over the screech, Scholar banked around, rearing up on her rear talons to bring her huge red front paws to bear, moving with unearthly speed. "Give up," came the guttural sound through clenched fangs. "Or I will hit you again. On reflection..." She swung her whole upper body around, powerful front paws hitting Marinette in the side, like a club of bone and muscle. The Loa wasn't even scratched. "... On reflection, that wasn't a good idea."