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February 2019 Midnight Manor Loyal worker though she was, February was not exactly Aquaria's season for outdoor work. She could stand very cold water, but air was different and it was nearly freezing out there! So instead she was working in one of the Manor's big kitchens today, cleaning the hard-to-reach areas up on top of the cabinets, and cooking up steaks as she went. The fine fat fish she'd caught earlier that year was more than half her height and thick, and had been soaking for a whole day in big pots full of delicious-smelling things. Now things were cooking on the stove, and soon there'd be enough fish for herself, Jessie, and perhaps Trevor and Erin as well! They had been content to let her salt the fish and store it in their home for a while, her apartment with Jessie lacking the kind of space one needed to store significant quantities of really good fish. She had other reasons for wanting to talk to them too, especially when Jessie wasn't around. She sang to herself as she worked, hopping from foot to foot, and opened the front of her suit to smell the good things sizzling on the stove. She was in her suit for a variety of reasons, comfort when she went outside, and also so she didn't make too much of a mess in a place where Surfacers made their food. She knew what they sometimes thought of that, even though Jessie was typically too kind to say anything. They could be so fastidious!
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Comrade FrostHong Kong GoHarrier Be Complete One Day Lady Horus Gal Pals Ink Sea Devil Defenders of the Deep Vignette: Smoke on the Water Watchdog/Pulse Black Curtains The Night PeopleThe Raven Commission Put all Ref/rollover points etc. towards Watchdog.
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"Oh, have we met?" inquired Frost sociably. "Your pardon, sir, I meet many people in my line of work." He waved to the Hornet, looking over his men with an interested eye. "I am actually here on matter of important business." He walked over to the containers, the temperature in the room dropping as he went, and placed his hand on one of the Arabic-labeled crates. As he did so, a thin patina of ice began to spread over its surface. "What is it English poet said? 'Mankind should have been my business'? Very well then. What do you do here?"
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"But what if they come for me again? What will I do?" whispered Olga through tear-streaked eyes. - Wrapped in flame and light that didn't leave very much to the imagination, Judy crossed her arms in front of her chest unhappily as she walked up to Ashley. "Are you all right?" "I should be asking you that," said Ashley, resisting the urge to reach out and give the young woman a hug. Even if she couldn't actually be permanently hurt here, she could feel the heat still rising from Judy's skin and didn't want to take any chances. "I'm fine." "I'm fine, just...just ready to be awake. This is a pretty bad nightmare," said Judy, looking down at her hands, then all around them. "Yeah. Yeah, it is...thanks, Pan." - "All the heroes of Freedom City will help keep you safe," promised Miss Lupine. "The bad people aren't going to find you anymore." And with that, the little girl smiled and faded away as she left the nightmare behind. There was only one place to go now. They needed to find Victoria - and as the dark skies overhead began to fade to a grey twilight, they could all hear singing from inside the school they'd left behind. Victoria couldn't be far away now...
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"Everything's fine," lied Judy, because everyone was there and watching them. She slid her puzzle piece into place and realized that, between one thing and another, her friends were almost done with the whole enterprise. Still it was nice to have Leroy there, paying attention where it should be paid. Her voice serious, she went on, "You know, before Ah came here, Ah thought things like ghosts and demons were, um, just stuff people made up to scare people." She said it like confessing a sin, blushing slightly even behind her tan cheeks. "But they're really real, even right here in Freedom City." "Lot of crap goes down in Freedom," agreed Ashley, shooting Corinne a quizzical look. "Lotta better places to live. And you know, you hear things about creatures and stuff like that, but a lot of those things aren't real. You can't actually get demons from a roleplaying game, right?" "Ashley, nobody believes that anymore," said Judy cheerfully. "But Ah mean, there _are_ haunted places, right? And evil ones? With spirits of eternal darkness and everything? That just..." She fiddled briefly with the gold cross around her neck. "Anyway, where do y'all think we'll go for the trip? Ah heard it might be to Freedom Hall."
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Sea Devil has Super-Senses 12 (Darkvision, Radius Sight, Detect Magic 3 [auditory], Hearing [Extended], Sonar [Accurate Ultrasonic Hearing], Scent [Acute], Tremorsense) [12PP] And she has Notice 23
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The blade cut deeply, knocking the creature to its knees and seeming to take It fixed big, segmented eyes on Watchdog and hissed, "When they all die because of you, what will you say, hero?" "There. Are. No. Heroes," growled Watchdog before pulling the trigger and blowing the Raven-thing's head off in a spectacular shower of black, inky gore. And the kid behind her screamed and ran! "Oh jeez!" said Ashley, losing her persona as her would-be protectee bolted into the darkness behind them! Luckily, someone was there to catch her; Miss Lupine all but knocked off her feet as she swept her student up into her arms. "Ssh, ssh, Olga, it's all right...what happened here?" she mouthed over the little girl's head, her familiar presence seeming to briefly calm the little girl.
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"Run-tun-tun; run-tun-tun," Aquaria sang as she considered their situation. "Perhaps they _cannot_ hear," she admitted, swimming towards the crack in the sea floor with quick, powerful strokes. Whatever awkward hopping power she had above had been transformed into a natural kineticism that showed the deep water that was her natural home. There was something intoxicating about the high-pressure water filling her suit now, a reminder of the weight of the Ocean above their heads that was like a touch of the gods themselves. A reminder of the stakes, if they failed. "We come Below!" she bellowed towards the colorful gateway to the aliens' realm. "Prepare yourselves!" And so, with Aquaria in the lead, they headed down to where the lights glowed.
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Judy looked up as Leroy entered and smiled. "Thanks, sugar, but I couldn't have done it without Ashley. Why don't you come over here and help us build this puzzle? Ah bet Nicole won't mind guarding the coffee." Her teeth were white and bright, and her hand tightened slightly around her puzzle piece. Turning, she said to Micah, a little awkwardly, "Um, that's real interesting. You know," she said suddenly, "We're looking for someone to play guitar in the chapel. Ah know you're a little nervous about going in front of people but I bet you'd do a great job." She batted her eyelashes at him. Ashley shifted uncomfortably in her seat on the couch, looking around at the others before she said, "Math is stupid too. If they really wanted to teach us math we could use, they'd be teaching us how to do our taxes or balance a checkbook or something like that, or at least teach us more geometry for learning trick shots and stuff. And I thought you got a space heater for Christmas, Danica." Discreetly, she reached into her pocket, pulling out a generic protein bar and sliding it to the tortoise teen. She carried those around for when Judy was busy. After all, she still needed to eat.
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My thought was that Lady Horus and Wadjet are 'upstairs', firing and shooting down through the hole the former created - if the geography of that doesn't work, let me know.
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Watchdog pulled the trigger on her pistol and a shot zinged past with a sizzle of burning air, blasting a hole in the side of the creature's torso. "You shut up about my father." She fired again and blasted another hole on the other side, big enough that Forever Boy could probably have put his fist in there if he'd been so inclined. It didn't sound like a tempting prospect, though, not with black ichor oozing from the wounds. She stalked forward, pulling back on the slide atop her pistol to charge its internal batteries. "My father was a good man who died because of people like you. You're nothing but a miserable b-" She took a breath and called through her helmet to Pan, "Now!" - "Y-yeah, Ah guess not," said Judy as she moved into position. "Ah guess we got to go flying anyway!" As they headed towards what Leroy was fairly sure was Ashley's position, Judy said, "Listen, uh, Leroy, a lot of what we saw in here isn't real, right? Lahk stuff you see in nightmares, it doesn't have to be real, it's just the things yer afraid of. So if you see anything strange in there, there's nothin' you have to worry about."
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It is helpless versus those effects! Watchdog: Pew-pew! A palpable hit! That's a DC 28 Tou save http://orokos.com/roll/699615 = 16! It's staggered and bruised x2 now, so it's on the ropes.
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All right, guys, I think there's room for both of you to get an IC post about your thoughts/tactics during the investigation there.
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Over the next week or so, as your investigations proceed. Geckoman: Frank Johnson is indeed a boring Secret Service agent, by all accounts a man who has spent his life steadily working away at the difficult but important job of making sure his nation's currency isn't corrupted by inflation. You did find one interesting piece of information; he has recently gone through an unpleasant divorce and moved out of his family home to a small bachelor apartment in Baltimore. The records of the divorce are sealed but there were accusations of infidelity; and he did not keep custody of their kids. Investigation helps crack open the details of the divorce - he went through a significant personality shift at some point about six months ago, becoming emotionally abusive as well as unfaithful, frightening mood swings and laughter that made his wife genuinely frightened for him (from the testimony you're able to see). But he passed all his agency tests with flying colors, so it was put down as a mid-life crisis. Raven III: You get much, though not all, of what Geckoman has above. Specifically to what you've found, Frank Johnson has been accessing government records about superheroes to the extreme limit of his security clearance. This interest is relatively new, however, it happened about the time he went through what was by all accounts a messy divorce about six months ago. He's also become much more highly rated at his job in the last six months, evidently he's been living for his work since the divorce.
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"I came up with some myself," said Steve, smiling back. He put his hand on hers, holding it over his heart so she could feel the powerful rhythm of cybernetically-enhanced muscle. That was one thing he still had inside him that was his, anyway. "Here, let me show you..." Opening the folders on the table, he showed her what was actually a fairly detailed series of arguments about the benefits of marriage: social under typical Earth-Prime cultural conditions, financial under the particular laws of the United States of America and New Jersey, and its many health benefits. The latter was especially detailed; now that he was growing more convinced he might not die imminently, Steve had found himself thinking about Gina's all-too-human body and the many things that could befall it. But that was a discussion for another day. "You see? A multi-part, multi-front strategy that would have solved the conflict from multiple vectors. But...it is better things happened how they did." He looked down again at the ring on her finger, and couldn't help but smile.
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Anna simmered a little, giving Set a look. "This is why I didn't want to go spreadin' around that I had a ladyfriend," she said firmly. "Between you and that one, everyone acts like it's so great that old-lady Anna made some great late-in-life discovery." She patted Nicci on the hand, knowing it had to be a little weird for her, and said, "She is pretty great though." "Hey I never actually...put it in those words," said Esperanza around her cider. She shot Chromium a look and hissed, "Dammit, Jason, don't ruin it for us! These guys have the best stuff." She didn't mind being thought of as greedy; it was a nice, simple category to fall into. "He's just giving you the business," said Anna blandly. "We already had the talk about how there's a filter on how the Egyptian people speak, so the god stuff makes them sound like that. Also why they're not freezing their tails off inna Bedlam November."
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"No, that's the divine light of Amun-Ra. This is fire," said Wadjet, firing a shot from her paintball gun into the swirling, burning mass of ink. Her neck was burning too, around the place where she'd gotten her mark, and the voice in her head that was screaming that this was all madness was also coldly calculating that she had ink under skin and that was some sort of animate ink creature so maybe like would call to like and the thing that was the symbol of her liberation was about to make her bleed out on the floor right here in front of everybody. Shock usually took her this way. It was better than curling up into a ball and screaming. More productive, anyway.
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"No will take ages and am bored. Will solve problem with application of force - you should enter quietly while I enter loudly." And then he was gone. On top of the roof, Comrade Frost was showing no particular interest in stealth. Humming tunelessly, he placed his hands against the roof and began freezing, draining the heat away from the metal and brick. As he did so a sheen of ice spread from his fingers, then seemed to penetrate the stuff of the roof itself, softening it up enough until he could simply kick through it. "Behold! Is frozen ghost of your father's whoring!" he declared as he did so, dropping down inside the building.
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"Listen to you," laughed the thing as it swiped at Forever Boy with spiky black tentacles that seemed to come from nowhere and go just as fast. "Child! Alien! Outsider! If you hadn't told Victoria how beautiful everything was, she wouldn't have fallen into nightmare!" The creature hissed as Forever Boy's blade cut at its flesh, dodging deftly as Watchdog's laser fire blasted past its head. "Where's...Judy?" Watchdog demanded of Pan. "I got blasted in here and this thing was about to eat this little girl!" She figured this was probably an acceptable breach of duty. Probably. "Hah!" The Raven-thing laughed again. "So many lies! Do you kiss your father with that mouth?"
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Sense Motive: That beats the Raven-Thing's Sense Motive Tou vs 31: 31! Light should do something, though, so I'll put a bruised on that just to make things interesting! Watchdog: shoots the thing 15 + 7 = 22, which hits the DC of 19 to hit Tou vs DC 28 19 + 10 = 29 And that's another pass, welp! The Raven-Thing strikes at Watchdog and Forever Boy simultaneously - and also misses! Okay, Forever Boy is up for Round 2...
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"Lo, a thought comes to me," said Lady Horus as she flew above the hole she'd knocked in the ground. "Good revenant, shield thine eyes from the ancient glory of Ra," she warned Mr. Strix before she braced herself against the ceiling prone and raised her ankh before her like a teenager repelling a vampire. She took a deep breath, trying not to think about how silly she felt - and then she boomed in a voice like a god made flesh. "BY THE POWER OF RA!" Her ankh glowed suddenly with a brilliant golden flare of pure solar energy, one that blasted down into the heart of the inky lagoon rapidly rising up from the hole she'd blasted in the floor. She continued chanting as she called upon the power of the ancient gods to come to her aid, feeling heat beginning to sear her hands as she channeled the might of the Avenging Sun himself!
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Aquaria plunged her trident into the ground, tines-first, then again, so the vibrations rang through the ground beneath their feet. She stamped her foot too, and bellowed, "You have tried to fool us before! We need to see you - and if we have to come in, there will be troubles!" More quietly, to her peers, she said, "If they live beneath the sea, they should be able to hear my song - so either they are ignoring us, or they are alien yet. There are creatures that live in the deep that speak to each other by lights, not by sound or by smell." Experimentally, she channeled power through her armor, summoning an iridescent, swirling, emerald-crimson glow at the tips of her trident that for all the world made it look like she'd decked it out for Christmas. "Perhaps they will see this, and know it is words they should hear... is that how you became so handsome?" she boldly asked of Sgt. Shark.
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"History's stupid," said Ashley with Watchdog's confidence. "People should give a crap about what's going to happen in the future, not about what happened to a bunch of idiots in the past. But, uh, thanks, Danica," she admitted, looking a little abashed. "Maybe we can stop by tomorrow night." "And history is not so bad," said Judy over her puzzle, having shot a grateful smile Corinne's way when her friend joined her. "You just have to find something y'all care about. Like me, Ah'm doing my paper on the first country station in Freedom City, luckily there's a whole book on it and everything. They had country and gospel singers, and people who sold fake medicine, and the guy who ran it was a Nazi supervillain who was planning to turn everyone into goats!" "Keepin' it weird since 1943, that's Freedom," said Ashley, rolling her eyes affectionately.
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"I hate that class," commented Ashley sourly, crossing her arms over her chest where she sat next to her sister on the couch. "I can't believe I'm failing quadratic equations," she added, with real annoyance in her voice. Ashley was not lying. Goddamned high school math really was stupid and had no goddamned meaning in the real world! She'd been right this whole time! I'm doing worse than people who don't even know what a W-2 is! "It's real hard," agreed Judy, "Ah think he's got it in for you anyway," she added sympathetically. "Ah like the new, uh, health teacher, she's nice." She blushed slightly, realizing she was skating from awkward to awkward, then said as she tapped the coffee table and box in front of her "Um, anyone up for puzzles? I've got five hundred pieces that look like, um, Caravaggio's Still Life With Fruit." She pronounced it "Caravaygio".
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Comrade Frost is going to land on the roof and try and freeze his way through - do you want to go ahead and do the rolls for that?