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Okay, Lady Horus will Accurate Attack for +1, raising her Attack to +7 at the cost of dropping her damage (IIRC). She'll hang back near Wadjet and take out any robots going after her, taking 10 and inflicting a Tou save of DC 28. If Wadjet's in a position to start taking 20, she'll do so! If not, she'll roll - and get an 18. Let me know how that goes and I'll post.
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Wadjet is halfway in the middle of the street (jaywalking): The car is about 100 yards away and will get here very soon given its speed! The men in the car seem to be planning to spray the street; no particular targets are noticeable.
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Okay - there's a car speeding down the street towards them, guns sticking out the sides; a drive-by shooting is about to happen!
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Yowsa! Okay, initiative it is: Wadjet: 24 Lady Horus: 32 Nice! I'll go ahead and post actions once you get the order up.
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All right: My assumption is that Lady Horus is making rolls to hit the minions (in which case she'll take 10 and get a 16; let me know if that hits!) and Wadjet is trying to get the thing to work! Assuming it's a Disable Device check to get into the thing: 20
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Give me a Notice check, @Tarrakhash http://orokos.com/roll/639613 = 18 for Wadjet.
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Though instinct told Wadjet to retreat and find her much more powerful mentor, something in the robot-man's tone pushed her towards confrontation. A secondary instinct said come down behind him and surprise him. But she didn't have the range on her line to get across the street - so by the time Chromium had turned around, she had slid down a line on the other side of the street. Does this happen to people in Freedom City? she wondered irritably as she reloaded her gun. Not one for loud confrontations, she started stalking across the street, ready to give him a piece of her mind when she got to the other side.
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I'll let somebody else post next!
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Notice: I'll just take the 20 from Skill Mastery Stealth: 26
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In the tunnel below, Aquaria hopped off the walkway to cling to the damp tunnel walls. The water in the channel below was stagnant now, and unwholesome from the smell of things, but the moist air in the tunnel was clean enough. She hung her trident from her back and retracted her armor's helmet, the better to see, hear, and smell in the darkness below. Gold-black eyes peered into almost perfect darkness with clarity, great nostrils sniffed the air, and ear canals adapted for the depths of the sea and the lightness of the air listened to the songs of the world. Slowly the lights faded from her armor, until she seemed to blend into the darkness all around them. "This way," she croaked softly, listening closely as they went forward.
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Madre de Dios! thought Wadjet, it's some kind of fucking space robot! Not sure exactly what would hurt the humanoid abomination down at the street level, she fired a shot that whizzed past its face and began burning an acid hole in the pavement behind it - the better to both set herself up for a more accurate shot and to make her opponent think she was an amateur. "Get the hell out of Hardwick Park!" she declared from her rooftop perch as the Furies girls scattered, sensibly running as fast as they could from the-wait, no, that wasn't a robot, was it? She'd picked up the habit of giving warnings from Anna, who'd pointed out that it made you look more like a hero than a thug - even if you were mad as hell and armed to the teeth.
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Anna knew little and cared less about arguments that college broads and poindexters were having about girl power, but she knew a den of snooty rich ladies the minute she laid eyes on it. While her sidekick made herself scarce (i.e., found a good sniping position), Lady Horus strode up and threw open the door. "MALEFACTORS!" she called inside, not slowing down as she zipped her way through the building with the divine speed of the Sun itself. Anna was, as it happened, in no mood for subtlety - indeed, she was in _no mood_. "THE FORCES OF DEATH LAY SIEGE TO THE CITY OF BEDLAM! ALL WITH POWER ARE NEEDED! WHERE DO YOU HIDE - AND WHY?!"
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Idly it occurred to Dimitri how much easier this had been in the old days - when he could have simply shown up at the offender's door with armed men and dogs from the Ninth Chief Directorate, kick in the door, and arrest him in the name of the Soviet Union and its peoples. Well it wasn't always so good, Dimitri, he reminded himself. What if it was some highly-placed Party official, with influence enough to derail your investigation? Remembering how he'd have handled those crises put a smile on his face as he held his drink in his hands. "Zui is aware that we are here. Always assume when dealing with such as him." He was silent, considering the situation, before he spoke, "There would be legal difficulties with European Union if representatives of Russian and British government committed superpowered burglaries on Dutch soil even in cause of justice. So I propose you do it, big fellow, as loud and boisterous as you like" he said, patting Dreadnought on a gigantic shoulder. "While associate and I enter building from rear and do what must be done. Is very Russian."
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The robot was smaller than Lady Horus had expected - but maybe that was because she'd been dealing with giant robots since she was younger than her sidekick. Cursing in her head whatever cruel divine jest had given her the power of a sungod without the ability to stand great heat, she dumped a full bottle of water on herself and said, "Lo, there lies Ptah's folly incarnate. I believe the time has come to free it from its bondage!" After a quick discussion, they'd both agreed that the most logical thing to do once they'd fought the robot was simply to take it. Justice in Bedlam being what it was, actually getting someone arrested for this was going to be a real trick - but if they took the tech and got it away from its current owners, they had a chance. Wadjet had seemed _very_ interested in getting her hot little hands on this year. "Yeah, I can do it," said Wadjet, swarming up the sides of the robot with alacrity. The gloves she'd brought would keep her hands from burning on any overheated metal, but she hadn't insulated her suit quite enough to take the heat. She wasn't squelching yet, but she would if they didn't get out of there posthaste. She stopped to douse herself with water, then drink some, just as she reached the robot's top. "Just make sure I don't get anybody riding up my ass!"
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Wadjet made a snap decision and shot the man, blasting him in the face with an explosion of soporific chemicals that would hopefully leave him with hazy recollections of her little visit - and certainly leave him unconscious for a little while. Visions were dancing in her head that gave her a feeling of raw, burning joy, like standing close to an overclocked radiator on a cold day, and she had to take a moment to both make sure her target hadn't died and to make sure she could focus on the actual mission. Once she was sure he was down, she stepped away and called Anna Cline, luckily catching the old woman up late watching the 70s sitcom reruns she enjoyed so much. It took a little sweet-talking, and maybe some well-placed profanity - but within the space of about twenty minutes, Wadjet and Lady Horus were making their clandestine approach to the Ironworks again, this time looking for a giant robot!
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Anna's heart beat rapidly in her chest, her blood swished vigorously in her veins. She put her arms around Nicola, feeling as giddy as a teenager with her first crush. "...I'll show you addictive, honey," she said before leaning in to kiss Nicola on the lips. She paused, though, and added, "I want to do all the things normal people do when they go steady. But I want to do this, too..."
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ooc With All Respects To Max Tegmark, We Like It Here (OOC)
Avenger Assembled replied to Brown Dynamite's topic in Archives
I hope that's good, @HG Morrison, et al! -
Aquaria opened her nostrils and smelled the air, the scent of blood, fire, and things worse than either thick in her throat - then she closed her faceplate. She had smelled dead Surfacer before but never in such numbers, and never with that unpleasant acrid tang to the air that she had learned represented the power of Destruction. The Surfacers named it the Terminus, but she knew the power of the daemon sultan well enough. Any Deep One would. She was glad no other Deep Ones were here, though; sparing them the sound of the anti-song that came from this encampment of death. The safety of her water-filled helmet had advantages besides just blocking the smell. She bent low, and put her hand on the sewer grate at their feet. "We go below " she croaked, the team having worked out their respective ability to fight in darkness and closed spaces - and the vulnerability of the power plant to infiltration through the now-closed aqueduct that pumped fresh water into the plant's reservoir. With a moment's pause, she lifted the grate slowly, carefully, and gestured for the others to go below.
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"Behold, daughter of the valkyries," said Lady Horus, even as she thought Pay attention here, sweetheart, you might learn something about how a real fake god does it. She raised her ankh to the Sun overhead - and said orb seemed to suddenly glow a little brighter before distinctly shooting a beam of golden energy directly into the upheld symbol. (Evidently used to this sort of thing, Wadjet had stepped back into the shadows and covered her eyes.) It was an impossible sight to anyone who understood physics but it made sense given the power of a living god. Turning, Lady Horus unceremoniously drove the energized blade into the woman's chest - not cutting her open but seeming to infuse her with golden solar power. "By the might of Imhotep!" declared Lady Horus. "By the might of the cops shooting us in the $9$)ing head if we don't get moving!" hissed Wadjet in reply
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All right, spending an HP to power-stunt: Healing 14 (by the power of Imhotep; Flaw: Others Only, PF: Stabilize) [15PP] I submit, TT, that Arrowhawk's pantheon-related taunting is a suitable enough trigger of Anna's complications to give her an HP - but I'll let you decide that. If nothing else, it's certainly heroic! ?
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I'm OK with letting you make the cut - and yes, let's make it air travel, Dimitri kvetching all the while!
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"Where is the robot now?" asked Wadjet, trying to keep the lust out of her voice. Not for the man, of course, or for the lady he described, but for the machine he was describing. Not that she would use a giant robot to go rampaging through town; Lady Horus had taught her how that kind of action would provoke superhuman retaliation even in a city like Bedlam. But the images of what she could do with it, especially if she could retrofit it with modern technology, put a smile on her face inside her mask that she couldn't quite keep out of her voice.
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Finally, a skinny girl named Lucia went for the Porsche, Esperanza taking careful notes of everything that was happening. Once she was in the car, Lucia waved and grinned, getting the attention of her friends and getting them to join her in the vehicle. Esperanza cursed inside her head. Evidently starting the car was no obstacle, which meant that Lucia and her friends were the luckiest girls in Bedlam or more likely this was a sting and they were all about to get jumped on by Bedlam cops. Don't be stupid! They'd stop Latin girls even if it was their Porsche! And that left out the possibility of this being a front by someone else in the city entirely. Finally letting herself emit a sigh, she worked the handle of her paintball rifle and took aim, firing a single projectile that struck just below the left rear tire of the car - and meanwhile, just as all four of his targets were climbing inside him, Chromium heard the sound of impact - and suddenly tasted smoke as a thick, oily cloud erupted from behind him and covered his entire automotive frame! His passengers, newly aboard, shrieked in surprise and began to pile out under cover of the smoke.
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I would edit the "some shadowy organization" in the backstory to "an organization whose name he never learned" or something like that, as "some shadowy organization" seems a touch meta. =D In the meantime - APPROVED
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ic (IC) Against All Of Me: Barren Immensity
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in The Realms Beyond
Midnight's detector took some time - but it helped when Goggles-Erin offered some helpful advice, and when they hooked the whole thing into Aquaria's armor to give it more power. The Erin they were looking for, charged with entropic radiation and with the particular signature that Robot-Erin's sensors had detected, was in a familiar spot for this universe's Trevor and Erin; and from the looks on their faces, several of the Erins in the room. She was holding steady, as long as they were scanning, somewhere high enough above the "surface" that she had to be standing on one of the bridge supports. "...The Pramas Bridge?" asked White-Hair Erin, who like Erin the Hellqueen didn't seem to understand the significance of the spot. "Well, that puts the bulk of the city between us, I suppose, but unless the architecture is very different here, it can't be a permanent bolthole for her. What would she be doing there?"