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Blaise - 18 - 4HP - Unharmed Geckogirl - 14 - 4HP - Unharmed, [suit is Injured] Network - 12 - NPC - Bruised, Injured, Stunned Network is temporarily disabled, so Cass is trying to clear the scene. Blaise is up again.

"Quite," said Liz dryly. "Although I wouldn't say that functional, even for hiding. If you wore black in a pitch black cellar maybe. At night... it's still darker than shadows, and pretty easy to see." At that point, her mobile started ringing. She pulled it out, and flipped it open. "Hey, hun. What's up? Yeah, the main hangar's still open. See you in a sec." She put the phone away again. "Alright, that's Chris back. I figure I can give you a rundown on the Pitchoo now. Sound OK?"

Approved... for JUSTICE!

"Rarely, if ever," conceded Equinox. "The problem is, though, humans are just born and thrown into things. We don't instinctively know and feel all the things we're capable of knowing and feeling. I very much doubt any human could ever know everything they could do. You can spend time trying to identify what you can do. Heck, it took me half my childhood to end up practicing magic for the reasons I do know." She paused to reflect on the times past, then took a deep breath and continued. "If I'd known all along what I had to do, would I be the same person? So, while I think knowing your capabilities is important, how you end up knowing them is miles more important."

The police soon arrived, handcuffing the little man as soon as he was freed from his frozen prison. He was taken and tried for vandalism and assault. And thus, the little artificer (revealed to be named James Jennings) was imprisoned for his crimes. After being warmed up by coffee and blaknets, Equinox recovered with only a minor cold for a few days. Exchanging numbers with Lady Winter, the two superheroines promised to meet up again sometime, and to call if there was some emergency. Because it's good to have friends around as the colder months roll in...

She looked cold and miserable, skin pale and a little blue in places. Colour was slowly returning, but not especially rapidly. "D-dunno..." shivered Equinox, struggling to her feet. "I personally think he should be. I mean, he ran af-fter you destroyed his golems. That m-means h-he c-couldn't have much more magic. And he d-didn't teleport away, so probably c-can't." She looked pensive. "Ph-phone the cops and get them to c-come t-take him in?" And bring blankets. And coffee.

[Scrawled on an old piece of notepaper in a thin, elegant script. Made using a thick felt tip marker.] The Properties of Black Agate - Used in rites to prevent against sorcery, demons and possession. - Why agate? Other gems are known to protect against harmful magic, but I want to stop harmful VAMPIRES, and apparently early witches ground up agate in water and drank it to prevent snake bites. It seems appropriate. - It's also a gem often used to represent Mercury, which is a planet whose purview includes the mind. And, as that's what I want to safeguard, again it seems right. Magic works on belief, not necessarily on logic. [Written in a red Biro seemingly a while after the first set of notes] - Why wooden rings? Because metal is expensive. - It also apparently protects against physical damage. As I didn't know about this, and it's a bit late now, having made the rings... well, the belief-based nature of magic means they probably won't protect against physical harm. [Apparently written much later, in pink ink.] - Hate high heels. Hate, hate, hate.

Equinox didn't even bother trying to pursue after Lady Winter and the artificer. She just held herself up against the wall and made her way outside, fingers shivering and sticking to the ice-coated walls. That was a poor idea, really... Finally managing to make it outside, she knelt on the ground with her wand in her hand, producing a small flame to warm herself from the bitter cold inside the wrecked casino. I hope Lady Winter's all right... In fact, the little creepy man had not got far, skating and sliding on the ice, holding his arms in close and shivering from the cold. He kept looking back, terrified, trying to evade his superheroine pursuer. "Leave me alone!" he shrieked, now sounding less menacing and more childish. "Go away!"

Arrowhawk 5+7+1 = 13 IC posts, = 1pp, +1pp Vignette = 2pp The Arrow and the Orb pt. IV (5) Brainiac Bunch (7) Vignette (1) Equinox 4+4+3+1+1 = 13 IC posts, = 1pp, +1pp Vignette = 2pp Classic Elementals (4) I Don't Drink Wine (4) Iced Tea in the Morning (3) News (1) Vignette (1) Geckoman 1 IC post + 8 non-canon posts = 5 posts = 1pp, +1pp Vignette = 2pp Non-canon Eighty-Eight Miles Per Hour (8) Vignette (1) GM 6+2 = 8 GM posts = 4 posts Hunter in the Forest (6) Iced Tea in the Morning (2) Apply 4 GM posts to Arrowhawk, to bring his post count to 15, and thus 2pp, +1 for the Vignette. Apply 4 GM posts to Equinox, to bring her post count to 15, and thus 2pp, +1 for the Vignette. Apply Ref pp to Geckoman.

MOTIVATION!

Siobhan had the decency to blush. "If it makes you feel better, I don't like dresses much. I've just never been able to pull off the pant suit." She nodded as he affirmed his ritual's success. "At least you've got an escape route, I'm not sure I'm up to running in these heels." Reaching onto a table by the door, she produced a small wooden ring. "This is what I've been working on. It'll take vampiric mental influences, divert them, and just dissipate them in the agate. Problem is, to make the spell easy enough to use on three rings in quick succession, it's only vampires. Any human flunkies, we'll need to watch out for supernatural powers."

"Also, there's not much can withstand being set on fire. Except for that one golem..." Siobhan looked at the elemental. "The problem might be similar to the snow thing, though. For example, most of the year, it takes too much effort to conjure up a block of ice, because it's too warm. Whereas, fire... give it air, something to burn, that's your pretty much good to go. It's easy, and while that's not ideal for a mystic scholar, as a superhero, it's just too useful to ignore."

John held up his hands for a second. "Woah, woah, woah. I see the need for technology as much as anyone, but the flaw I'm seeing here is this: it's all technology. Full-body shielding? Fully incapacitating foam? It basically doesn't need a police officer, just fit an AI to it while you're using so much tech, and send it on its way." He scratched a small design on his tablet, of a wrist-mounted shield. "OK, wrist mounted shield. Less powerful. But also less expensive, and with the mney saved... training programs. We should design technology to augment officer's skills, not replace them. I want a cop who, even if not on duty, could step in and stop a crime, not one who'd been made apathetic by walking around covered in enough metal and plastic to make a small house."

Friday night Siobhan sighed, knocking Nick and KC would be arriving soon in order to go to this vampire dinner with her. Crud, better get changed. Walking into her bedroom, she stood in front of the floor-length mirror. "Alright," she hmmed, clicking her fingers. In a flash, she was in a long, floor-length dress, red as crimson and with sleeves all the way down to the wrists. She didn't like feeling like she was exposed to vampire fangs. Her hair was pulled up and curly. Hmmm... don't like that. She clicked her fingers one more time. Her hair suddenly extended, flowing halfway down her back like a long, black waterfall. Adding a few extra touches of make-up with magic, she lit her eyes up to a faint white glow, then sat in the lounge, taping her wand to the underside of one arm while waiting for her guests to arrive.

"Um..." said Arrowhawk, knocking a clone clean off its feet as it rushed at him, by breaking a kneecap in a single shot. "Verily?" He kicked a clone in the face while he strung one shot, firing it into the clone behind the one he'd just kicked to the floor. "God knows how you can actually enjoy this." He ducked a couple of clones as they tried to attack his in unison, punching one out and using his bow to scythe out the other's legs from beneath him. Ah, a foot rest. He planted his foremost leg onto the fact of the downed man, using him to brace his aim for the next shot.

"Yeah," agreed Liz. "Chris does like green. And yellow. I'm not quite sure why. There's probably some tenuous reasoning behind it, but I'm not sure I want to hear it." She rapped on the paintwork. "I was going to go for black and chrome. Say what you like about them, but they don't go out of style." "Take it you're the kind of wears black, then?"

Not been touched in over a month. Archived until player request.

"Well, it never rains but it pours," sighed Arrowhawk, once more drawing his bow, and pivoting on the spot. His bow twanged as he turned slowly and methodically, arrows firing up and down and straight forward. The shots arced into clones, winding them with strikes to the solar plexus, flooring them with groin shots, and in a couple of cases, snapping ankle bones so that they couldn't stand up. It was still not enough to stem the tide. "I hate clones," muttered the dark clad archer, drawing himself up to keep fighting.

This is a social thread, but if people insist on rolls, DC30 Intimidate using Skill Mastery. Pretentious Cambridge graduates...

John glared at Liebniz. "And unlike some other professors of your university, you seem to have been mistaken." He fixed the arrogant so-and-so with with eyes grayer than a frigate's hull. "This is supposed to be a friendly, cordial meeting of scientific minds, as organized by Herr Doktor Archeville there." He forced a humorless smile. "Shut up, sit down, and if you try to hand me a C.V, I'm going to hand it right back. And I won't put it in your hand."

John nodded curtly, not bothering to stand up or raise a hand. "John Fraser, Masters in Biochemistry," he said, glancing at Estelle as he did so. Not actually a doctor... "I specialize in injected pharmaceuticals and nerve agents, with a side hobby in archaic weaponry. I think that, by combining old and new weaponry, we don't need to resort to modern bombs and firearms."

Cassie once more engaged the motors in her suit, launching her bodily out of the cafe to confront the hovering electrical monster above them. Lifting one green palm to aim at him, she hit Network square on in the chest. Unfortunately, his electrical form just absorbed the blast without seemingly reacting to it. "OK, so electricity doesn't work on the electrical monster. Well... good to know, right?" said Geckogirl, trying to remain upbeat... as he flew straight at her, and into her suit. "Oh no," she said, as the systems in it started getting overwritten by the electrical being inside it. "Blaise, run!"

He's coming across, not as malicious, but more so that he's really pissed off at being stuck as a collection of computer data for 40 years. In his eyes, he's a superhero (which he pretty much was), and on top of all the crap he got back in the 80s-90s, nobody ever came to save him. Also, am I blatantly Fiating possession against myself just because? Yeah, I am.

Arrowhawk swiftly holstered his grapple gun and re-quivered his bow. He stood in a boxing stance, and eyed Valkyrie up and down. "Yeah, thanks for the help, but I reckon you're going to need all the help you can get. Besides, if they touch me, I snap their arms." With that, he ran and leapt into the circle of troops around them, snapping one's head to the side with a swift brutal kick, and landing with both feet solidly planted. Without breaking stride, he snapped his fist around in a solid right hook and laid out another trooper.

Equinox nodded. "See, that I can do easily, although still not to the same extent as you do. Although I know what the issue there is." She clicked her fingers, sending a splash of water slopping from her hand into the ground, then clicked them again to create a clod of stone and rock to splodge into the now muddier forest floor before fading into nothingness. "I learned magic using the classical four element system of fire, air, water and earth. And while I know that's not quite how it works, I'm too used to it and I reeeeally need to focus to operate anything else. In theory, I should be able to make ice and lightning. In practice... well, I like fire." She said this last part rather defensively.