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  1. Have an HP if that's an issue, Tiff! Still looking for the Solution here.
  2. As Woundmaker's sidearm blasted a bloody line down the spectral hound's side, Raina's father met her words with a spell! Raina felt the same freezing energy that had briefly snared Robin sizzle past her in the air as her father called "What we're going to do, young lady, is get out of this mess before we-" With surprisingly little fanfare, the other Alkahest caught one of Woundmaker's guards (one that had gotten too close despite the icy bonds freezing the Alkahest's feet to the floor) and tore him in half like a man tearing apart a paper doll. Amid the horrified screams of the other guards, one of whom actually began to flee at the sight, Raina's father went on, "wind up having to deal with your mother's pet project!" "Excuse me!" declared Raina's mother, using a voice Raina had heard her use before with her father when in a temper, angry enough to stop casting the escape spell that would have bailed them all out of there. "Don't blame _me_ for this, this was the only way to get out and see our girl again! And stop shooting at her for spirits' sake! This is supposed to be bringing us together and not tearing us apart!"
  3. "Thank you for coming. Jessie would not steal," Aquaria croaked, pouring water down her bare back as she spoke. It was a soothing gesture and she needed to be soothed now - needed to speak calmly and clearly so that she would not be in trouble. "She does not like to take things from people even when they give them to her." Of the two of them, it was Aquaria who had been convicted of theft - though she was sure no Deep One had ever been paid for the fish taken from their waters by Surfacers. "I think she must have been framed. The men from the stars who can change their shape, or one of the others like her, they must have done it instead. There are three of her sister-not-sisters here - what if there was a fourth one no one knows about!"
  4. Geez, she's gonna turn her liver into a cow patty if she keeps that up. Anna considered quickly how well Caroline was likely to take advice about her drinking from a former enemy, then considered quickly doing it anyway just to see the look on her face, then discarded that notion too. "Thanks, Rocket Shorts, yer all right," she said seriously. "We took on some big ones back in our day. We'll get this guy." They had technically been taking on entirely different people, but there was no reason to dwell on that now. "So, uh, you know a good place to eat around here?" she found herself asking. "I know yer on the clock and all."
  5. "I do not want to rest," croaked Aquaria. "I want to speak to Mizz Wainwright." She was hitting her words hard, the way she did when she was nervous, making a point to pick out the words a Surfacer would use when speaking their language. "I want to see the things they said Singularity did." Harriet Wainwright had believed in Aquaria when no one else had - had told a Deep One huddled in the corner of a dry cell that she didn't have to live, or die, as a friendless monster among Surfacers. If anyone not of Jessie's kind would want to help, it was her. "I know it is late," she added with great dignity. "I will wait in the pool."
  6. Frost took the vodka with a murmured thanks - then lit it with a match. Sitting back, he held the glass in his hand and gestured with it, feeling the heat sinking through the glass into his fingers. "This really is good." Swirling the burning drink in his grasp, he said, "I will tell you again what I have told you before - you are welcome to open any establishment in Russia you desire! The motherland is open for business for investors of all sorts these days. But I cannot guarantee quality of guests, you understand. Hmm." He raised the burning drink to his lips. "No, no, the days of Russia deploying weapons of super-war against Great Britain have gone the way of-" Well perhaps what he had been about to say was too indelicate. "Comrade Dodo!"
  7. "Go to bed, old man!" Watchdog growled, her pistols out as she faced down the much larger Raven III. She snarled loudly enough for the tourist cameras to hear as she said, "You spent so much time fighting talking gorillas, you forgot what it was down here on the street! Where things matter!" In a real fight, both she and Raven III would be trading blows at this point - but they needed her target to do exactly what they'd expected him to do. As vigilante squared off with superhero, Rodrigo turned and ran like Hell, disappearing into the half-lit darkness of the airport darkness with impressive alacrity. She turned her armored head, face invisible beneath her helmet, to watch him run, and yelled, "You son of a bitch! HE'S GETTING AWAY!" She turned and ran for her car, pressing a button on her belt that made the Dawg (they had even spelled it Dawg, those bastards) growl to life with the sound of a gigantic pitbull. As headlights illuminated the Raven, seemingly blinding him, she leaped onto the car's hood and spun to fire. Pulsed energy projectiles hit the shaped charges Raven had placed on the Talon (for all that she'd been at least a little tempted to aim for the tank to see what happened) - and in a flash of plasma, the bike burst into flames!
  8. Aquaria's reply to Mizz Wainwright was muffled by the sound of tearing, chewing and gulping as she bit the fish in half and chewed up its head and midsection - something that the latter knew wasn't unusual when Aquaria was nervous. Or confused. Why would Jessie steal things? She has everything she wants. She didn't like having important conversations on the phone, though, so she croaked, "I will come to the Center right away and we will talk." When she left the building this time, she took her armor with her - the comforting song of alien words in her ears and warm water wrapped around her skin. There was a mystery afoot - and she was going to solve it. It was still pouring the rain when she arrived Project Freedom's building, a welcoming touch on her skin as she touched the armor down in the small green space behind the building. It was where she usually landed, where cameras could always see it - the better to make sure it, and the people all around, were protected. She was trusted now - but inmates didn't bring weapons into the building, even former ones.
  9. Her relapse! Horrific visions of the so-fragile bodies of Surfacers torn apart by her friend's hands and teeth entered Aquaria's mind. She knew how much she could hurt one if _she_ was so inclined - and Jessie had four times her physical strength. She knelt in the middle of Jessie's room, eyes flicking from sight to sight. The abandoned bat and shield. The backpack full of the writings for learning that were so important to her, and all the rest. Where would they go now? Where would she go? "...did someone die?" she croaked softly.
  10. Croaking nervously, Aquaria decided to call Jessie's sister-not-sister - a dicey proposition. Her fingers and the shiny screens beloved by Surfacers usually did not mix, and neither did Surfacer machines enjoy the sound of her voice. So instead she picked up what she understood was an old-fashioned wallphone and quickly dialed the code of numbers that would connect her to Erin and Trevor's house. The machine rang and rang and rang, until at last the cold voice of a machine meant that there was no one on the other line. She called again, the machine pressed to the side of her head, her feet padding nervously against the kitchen tile floor. This time she did get an answer, from the water-manipulator who had recently spawned. "Another...what? Realm? Oh...oh." She hung up the phone, not sure what to say next - and not sure what to do! After a few moments of consideration, she made a point to do what a Surfacer would do - call someone else rather than run up to the castle singing her fears. This time, she called Project Freedom.
  11. Some US culture-related things seem appropriate given the presence of Lady Liberty and certainly-not-the-First-Daughter in the party!
  12. Early Summer 2018 Jordan International Airport The busload of tourists who had recently been getting ready for their tour of Freedom City were certainly getting an eyeful, thought Watchdog. As the driver recovered from the punch she'd landed on the side of his head, she had to wonder if the touring company was going to give them their money back. "You think you can smuggle poison dope in my city? Those kids _died!_" The truth was that Rodrigo here was a pretty low-level dealer, but a sound beating from a vigilante was just the thing to get him to lay off and move out of town. Or so the Raven had suggested, anyway, and so Ashley had passed on to her superiors. He hadn't actually killed anyone with the watered-down crap he was selling to the nightshift package handlers, but if he thought he had, he'd probably run off and do something stupid that would lead the Raven or the cops to his boss. "I didn't kill anybody I swear to God!" Rodrigo wept, putting his hands up as he braced himself against the side of the bus. "SWEAR TO ME!" responded Watchdog as she kicked him again, knocking him to the ground and drawing her pistols. She really did hate dealers, and that made it easy to put real menace in her voice as she advanced on him."SWEAR YOU DIDN'T POISON THAT LITTLE GIRL! GO AHEAD!"
  13. April 2018 The Castle Aquaria climbed her way up the side of the skyscraper, sticky pads clinging to opaque panels rather than translucent windows. She didn't normally indulge herself in this way, but it was much too dark for Surfacers to see clearly outside - and the driving rainstorm outside disguised her from any prying eyes below. The warm wet wind, thick with ocean-scented rain, felt wonderful on her skin. Freedom City was never quite as comfortable as her home waters - but at times she could dream, and imagine a better place. Once she reached the floor where she and Jessie lived, she wriggled her way to one of the secret access panels installed for the benefit of flying superheroes or outdoor maintenance and made her way through a supply closet to the secluded floor where she and Jessie lived. Padding her way nearly silently down the corridor, as usual careful not to alert their neighbors, she took only a few seconds to nimbly lope down to the rooms that she and Singularity shared. She had a fish under her arm, thick and juicy, and there would be frying tonight!
  14. Looks like a good start, though, @Avner. Looking forward to the final draft.
  15. It was hard to judge Monsoon's reaction on the way back to the party - but as they left Murjana by the underground river, the armored princess did comment, "You seem pleased with what you heard. Good." It had truthfully gone about as well as she could have hoped - Tsunami seemed to lack the sentimental streak so common among American superheroes. "I am sure she will give your students no trouble." Which was true, in a sense, from what she'd heard of her sister's plans for the future. Outside and back at the party, she kept her distance at first as she mingled with the guests of the Emirate, reluctantly admitting to herself that the Dakanan siblings had come to see someone other than her. There was no point in getting to know them well until it was sure their lineage would be the one that ruled Dakana. "How delightfully welcoming!" boomed the Emir cheerfully. "And you, young prince, what do you think of your sister's hospitality?"
  16. Though Dimitri was capable of ingestion in limited circumstances, there was little on the menu that would suit the appetites he had tonight. Instead he arrived in the old-style Soviet uniform that meant he was making a statement - not the green of his old NKVD uniform that meant he was fighting Nazis but the KGB Security Troops uniform that made it clear this was no ordinary function. (It wasn't what he'd actually worn, of course, he'd operated in plain clothes) Subtle his works might be the immortal club was no place for subtlety - not when he knew full well who'd be watching him enter the place even if he couldn't actually see them. Once inside he cast a chill through the air as he walked to his destination, an icy flush that matched the chilly weather outside. The Londoners thought they knew the Beast From the East? They had no idea...
  17. I suppose the math could be done that her Impervious gives her that speed drawback
  18. Good good!
  19. Love the story here! A little wrestling with the math. A couple of things: As per Ultimate Power, the chakrams should be written as Blast 5 (PFs: Mighty 3) - that's 13EP rather than 9. Martial Strike also doesn't really work math-wise - So that should be something like Damage 2 (combat training, PFs: Accurate 2, Innate, Mighty) [6PP] You can get 4 of those from the Martial Strike and Attack Specialization: Unarmed - the good news is, we've also house-ruled Defensive Roll to giving 2 Tou per rank rather than 1, so that'll give you some solid PP right there!
  20. ALL BARK AND NO BITING COMMENTARY ON THE PRESSURES THAT FORMER SIDEKICKS FACED IN MODERN SUPER SOCIETY by HGM 2PP to spend on Watchdog and Pulse Drop Pulse's Concealment and replace it with Datalink 1 (10 ft, radio) [1PP] and Immunity 1 (own powers) [1PP] 2PP on Watchdog: Buy Attack Focus (Ranged) 2 in Feats [2PP] Drop one of the Accurate PFs from the guns in her Armor and replace it with Improved Crit 1 [19-20]
  21. The Sandersons: Raina's father is going to try and snare his daughter so they can have a talk about responsibility when they get back to their new lair! http://orokos.com/roll/607750 - and that's a miss! Woundmaker is going to try and shoot the Hound! http://orokos.com/roll/607751 That's a pretty good shot, even with his penalties and such. DC 20 Toughness save for the dog, @Fox Gizmo is up here still, whee.
  22. Hmm, okay, you've convinced me! APPROVED
  23. Hmm - I don't think you should discard the (quite fun!) concept. Generally our AEGIS-affiliated characters have been superheroes who were recruited by AEGIS rather than AEGIS agents who have turned to superheroing. It might seem like a small distinction but it helps promote the idea that there's a reason the various superheroes don't just go work for the government! (I know there's Watchdog - but she's 'passing' as a superhero to protect her cover ID) What I'd suggest doing is making it clear that he's acting "off-the-books" when he's acting as Echohead - or at least without acting openly as an AEGIS agent. _Or_ make it clear that his superiors are encouraging this sort of thing, perhaps as a vehicle to having their own pet super...
  24. Let's see - @Thevshi, @angrydurf, @Electra, @olopi, @alderwitch And everyone who is working on/has a Claremont character What are you thoughts? What should we do?
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