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Naia made a noisy exhalation. "He is no longer my mate. He cheated in ritual combat and he lost." Both sins seemed equally grave to the young Deep One. Deep One mating was of course something that Leviathan (were he mated to Aquaria) would understand readily enough - and rather than have that conversation appear and ruin everything they had built that day, Aquaria reluctantly disengaged herself from the crawling young, letting Naia finish pulling them into the seaweed basket she wore over her hip. She lingered the last over the one Naia had pointed out to her before Leviathan's arrival, picking it up and stroking it lightly. Naia and Ikatare's first matings had been of middling success - this was the strongest of those left. "You see," she croaked to Leviathan, "your step-grandchild." There was evidently no equivalent for the English word she spoke aloud. Holding up the wriggling little male, who seemed to be doing his best to sink his teeth into the flesh of her three-fingered hand, she eventually handed the youngling off to Naia. "The blood is strong here," she commented to Naia, "you and yours will do well." I wonder if I seem unnatural to him, she thought as she handed the youngling away. We will talk. "It is safer here than in the cities," Naia commented. "A good place for younglings to hunt." She looked from Leviathan to Aquaria for a moment, big bulbous eyes moving independently as she swiveled her massive, muscular neck. Even for a relatively small Deep One, Naia's neck was as massive as her mother's. "Now that you are here, I thank you both. I had thought anyone left of the tribe had to be weak and false, like those that stayed Below." "Hydra's sky is vast; Dagon's ocean deep," Aquaria quoted. "You will find much more to see in the wide world. Come," she said, turning to Leviathan. "I will take the deeps if you take the shallows, and we shall take them out of the harbor and towards better waters." Leviathan was better-suited to the shallows than anyone else could be among the tribe; after all, he could warn any Surface ships away from their path - and his eyes were better-suited to the air than the water. Around them, outside of their rapidly-emptying shelter, the tribe was on the move! -
"Perhaps we are alike, alike as mirror images. I have lived too much in this world, though not in years - while you have spent too many years in this world, but have been in the world too little. I cannot praise my way - anymore than, I think, you could praise yours. But I will tell you what," said Comrade Frost seriously as he considered the grim implications of the Neanderthals, "we will work deal, you and I. You will spend some time in the world and acting in it - and so will I, in my own way. In some time, if I have not been destroyed, nor you, we will talk again of immortal ethics and what we must do to survive."
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"Lo, yon villain is no ally of mine, friend gunman!" declared Lady Horus, again sounding like someone from a Shakespearean play rather than a normal person - her voice was resonant and loud as someone speaking through loudspeakers, even though Ronin couldn't even see her eyes past that hawk-faced helmet. "Come, let us do battle with him - I shall keep him off-balance, and when he falls - and he _will_ fall, that is when we strike - together!" Spinning her ankhs around her with alarming speed, she suddenly vanished from sight altogether - and went for her target with nearly supersonic speed. Unfortunately, invisibility and super-speed evidently didn't count for everything they once had - and once again she missed, ankhs invisibly sliding past his head. Snot so bad - she decided while rounding the turn for another attack, this time coming in from yet another direction. Keep him dancing - eventually he'll go down. Then we start working on him.
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She'll activate her full Concealment - rendering her invisible to him, maybe, and thus flat-footed? She'll then move down and hit him, then move away, keeping herself about 1000 ft away at all times. http://orokos.com/roll/579353 = 10 Ugh, what an annoyance! Oh well, the rolls are the rolls, and that's what I get for being too free and easy with my HP.
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"Are we of a kind?" inquired Frost, with frankness in his tone. "I wonder. If you have seen the ages you claim," and it was a claim, he judged, to have that face and all it implied, "you are of an age with the fossils in Zoological Museum of Moscow University. I have seen things." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "But I am but age of a man. I was born not long before the beginning of the war before this one, you know?" He hmmed, tracing an icy finger across the table between them in a way that produced a faint trail of ice. "Ancient powers moved beneath the surface of the last war. That you were not one of them speaks well of you. But what did you _do_?" Frost asked, his tone serious. "Were we pawns on other immortals' chessboard, a little click-clack to listen to while you played your own game? You will pardon my frankness, sir, but these are times that call for them."
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Lemme know when I'm good to go!
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"Some would call murder an infinite crime, friend Murk. The dead are dead, and ever shall be so - an infinity of possibilities snuffed out at a single stroke." Unbidden, images of the other Allies of Freedom, all dead now, filled his mind. "We can visit the shades of a precious few, but they are - what is what your Dickens said? 'Shadows of things that have been.' Consider the deeds left undone, the stories left untold, the songs left unsung. The children unborn. Now multiply those crimes a dozenfold - or a hundred. Or a million." He smiled thinly. "As for myself, well. I have been damned now for quite some time. A wise man has no illusion of such things." He studied Murk, then said, "And you? What you have you done?"
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Above, Zealot heard laughter - and when he looked up, Lady Horus was in the air floating well out of reach, glowing ankhs like twin fragments of the Sun by her side. It was abundantly clear, as she looked down at him with glowing yellow eyes, that she could see him. "Lo! The crocodile slinks away to his mudhole, having found his prey has bite! A fool takes on those he thought he could best, now he crawls in the dirt like a lowly beetle!" She raised her arms, keeping one ankh protectively between her and Zealot, keeping her injured arm behind her. "Wilt thou scurry back to thy master, beetle? To tell him how your courage failed you at the last?" It was cold, and she was hurt, but Lady Horus was in fine form. "Long have I tested myself against those who thought themselves too holy for mortal doings - but at least most of those had a spine beneath their too-stiff backs!"
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Lady Horus takes 20 with Quickness x5 (once she has reason to) - and spots him down below. Now I believe that uses up a move action from her. Since she had to fly back down to begin with - hmm. Lemme post.
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You can go ahead and post again, @BlazingCoconut.
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"Oh! Well-done. I know little of those things." Aquaria blinked, staring at the pictures - SFX couldn't see her face with the armor on, but she could imagine those big, bulging eyes as they scrutinized the images. "Deep One things," Aquaria pronounced after a few moments. "Deep One things, all. They have been stealing." None of the artifacts looked freshly-made, she judged, so it seemed as if Devil Ray and his minions had been robbing their fellow Surfacers rather than actually raiding Deep One cities. (An idea that, while it might not have been suicidal for well-equipped Surfacers, would certainly have provoked some sort of retaliation by now.) She told Alexa as much, before the two of them were called outside by Singularity - who'd made a discovery of her own. At the sight of the Deep One artifacts stored in the back of the 'abandoned' fisheries van, Aquaria made a loud noise that was distinctly a croak. "They have been...plundering us..." She hopped up into the back of the van, staring at all she saw, "Plundering all that was already plundered." She looked back at the two humans, the top of her armor sliding open to reveal the face underneath, a Deep One in a dark, cramped space surrounded by the artifacts of her people - and the books that told their story. "I did not know there was so much." While Jessie did the sensible thing and called first Project Freedom, then the authorities, to report that they'd discovered the would-be getaway vehicle from the robbery and quite a cache of stolen, dangerous items, Alexa became aware of a distinct sensation - somewhere beneath the greenish gold metal artifacts and the mystic tomes inside that truck, something electronic was watching their every move.
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"I am, of course, a loyal defender of the Soviet Union and its allies," said Comrade Frost immediately, not troubling to make his lies particularly opaque. "And could make no treaties outside of bonds of fraternal comradeship that are basic to human condition." He hmmed, considering Murk's words. "Have known immortals that deserve eternal suffering. When the good die, and the bad live, what then? What bonds do we have with those whose immortality comes from bathing in the blood of the innocent?" It was a personal metaphor.
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Lady Horus took the hit on her upraised arm, feeling the crackling scourge biting into her divinely-empowered flesh, and then the energy pulse that came with it and burned her nerves - And she was nineteen, the bags of cash at her feet, and Midnight had just punched her in the face. And she was thirty-five and the Centurion's punch had knocker her off her feet even though he hadn't made contact. And she was fifty, and in prison, and the other girls didn't like eating with a supervillain, and - Lady Horus swung too fast, her aim still off, and then kicked up and into the air. When she rocketed through one of the boarded-up stained-glass windows, it was under her own power - and fast enough that shards of glass rocketed through the vacant building across the street. For an instant she hovered, high in the air, and considered. That ain't no local boy! They brought in real muscle for this! Good. The more attention you have, the more our work is succeeding. You are doing well, Anna. Yeah, well, tell me that _after_ I knock his head in, she thought as her ankhs flared to life again. Can't just leave that guy down there!
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Lady Horus has made the unfortunate decision to fight fairly - she'll have to fix that! vs. 23 http://orokos.com/roll/578702 failed Tou vs 29 http://orokos.com/roll/578703 This time, I'll spend an HP on it. http://orokos.com/roll/578704 = 28! Okay, she is merely bruised. Not sure how many more HP I have at this point. =O Lady Horus: Standard Action: Swing at Witchfinder http://orokos.com/roll/578706 = a miss Move Action: Fly 2500 ft out a window
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@BlazingCoconut - You can just have her take 10 and succeed automatically (since you're not in combat) - sorry, I should have specified that! Feel free to edit your post to include the information, if you like.
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"Porheps a man who lives forever may act forever - but he too may suffer forever." That was one thing Dimitri's patron had discussed with him in intimate detail in the last few years - and one thing he had imagined, for whatever he got his hands on Wilhelm Kantor and the other survivors of the Thule Society. "So such benefits do balance in long-term. There is much suffering in the world." He had seen enough in the war, and before that, to know it with intimate detail. He fell silent, holding his cigar in his hand as he held his palm just above the still-burning tip. "There are ends to everything," he finally said. "Gods die. Stars fall from the sky. Is vanity to speak of true immortality. For myself, I will survive - and do what I can to make that survival mean something."
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"Some would say I am a dead man now, friend Erasmus. My heart does not beat, nor do I breathe save by tricks - but here I am before you." He hmmed again, then said, "I have been told I will live until the end of days," which was true enough for Hel's plan for the world. "Many have tried to kill me, by spells, or bullets, or fire, but - here I am before you." He'd met other immortals during the war, both the recently changed who could not die and beings far older than human wars, but chose not to comment on that at this time. "So far is overrated. Men and women live, they die, and are gone. But - here I am before you." He waved his hand, thinking of the Allies of Freedom, three years in their graves. "The good die young, and the bad. I have seen enough to know that."
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All right - SFX: Searching around, Alexa finds a lost cellphone that appears to have slid under one of the display cases in the room. Pressing a few buttons reveals that it belongs to Mustache (based on the home screen picture) give me a DC 20 Disable Device check to hack his security and get into his phone. Assuming you pass that: Mustache's name is Tim Rice, he's a Freedom City boy and recently out of the Navy based on the pictures you can find. It looks like his boss has sent him to a lot of libraries, now that you think about it - there are pictures of strange artifacts and strange-looking texts, many of them accompanied by bizzare, disturbing drawings of creatures that look a lot like half-remembered images of Deep Ones like Aquaria. Singularity: Looking outside the window at the rear of the museum, Jessie spots a van parked suspiciously up in the back way of the museum. The police must have missed it while they were searching the area; but it does seem peculiar that a fish warehouse delivery van would be parked this distance from the other warehouses. Closer inspection reveals that the front cab of the van is big, large enough that half a dozen men could have fit in there if they'd squeezed into the extended cab. But they couldn't have traveled very far that way. If she opens the back of the truck (which is a Strength check she can easily pass) it's full of Deep One artifacts! She can see other pieces of armor and weapons, old-looking books, inscriptions in what she recognizes as Lemurian - someone's been busy! Sea Devil outside tastes some more pertinent information - but that can wait till its my turn! @BlazingCoconut or @Electra, you can go ahead and post if you like.
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Singularity: Notice: 20 Survival: 19
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Let folks know when it's done, @GamerXZ
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Looks like this is good to look at, @olopi.
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Hooray!
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Frost considered this turn of events carefully, glancing quickly over at their host to make sure he wasn't afraid. "Hmm. You have remarkable look," he said, his German growing considerably more accented. If Murk had confessed to being a German citizen from the Soviet zone, it would have been Frost's responsibility to draft him into the service of the state - but a conversation with an Englishman (if man this was, and he was not so sure) carried no such obligations. "Well. I will tell tale." Need to start carrying ways of sniffing out magic, he mused. "In early days of war, Germans laid siege to Leningrad, but we proved of sterner stuff than the believed. I was captured and subject to certain fell experiments at hands of German would-be wizards. But they did not like what they found." He continued speaking, reminding himself that the man across the table could apparently not see his smile. "And your story?"
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"You ask many questions, my friend, but provide few answers," replied Frost, the temperature in the room dropping a degree or two. "I would think a man in your position in these times would be aware of the dangers of such a debt, eh? To whom do I speak?"
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Dimitri considered the man's words, eying him carefully. He doubted his fellows at the NKVD employed fellows such as this to act as agents provocateur - but still, a wise man kept his words to himself. "Our host has enough burdens to carry without adding the burdens of unwise words, I think," he commented dryly. "As for the current situation in this unhappy city, well, if the West seeks united Germany with such vigor, perhaps they could at least wait for us to finish counting bodies of those killed by last one, eh?" He smiled thinly, then realized that of course the blind man couldn't see his face. "I doubt there will be another war," he finally said, studying his brandy as the glass in his hand gradually began to ice over. "We have no appetite for further conflict and our measures are defensive - and the West has no real stomach for carnage. The crisis will continue until they break, and then new agreements will be made." Privately he was beginning to doubt the blockade would succeed - but openly communicating such thoughts with a stranger was unwise. "As for the divisions of Berlin, well, the Hitlerites wanted a Thousand Year Reich. Perhaps we will give them a thousand reichs instead. As for who I am," he said, as if coming to a decision, "I am Dr. Dimitri Peshkov, but in the war I was known as Comrade Frost."