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Fast-Forward: 45 Angel of Death: 39 Renegade: 19 Phalanx: 16 Nick: 15 Hologram: 9 Let's put the Angel of Death's PL at 12 to reflect all the whittling away that's been taking place, both by Paige and out here. Fast-Forward: Fast-Forward can't snipe with people in the way, nor can he approach without being killed by the Aura. I'll have him hold his action. Angel of Death: Fires its disintegration at Phalanx! (sorry, dog, they like to hit the paragons!) http://orokos.com/roll/444114 = And okay, well, that does hit. I need a DC 22 Fort save vs the Drain, and then a DC 27 Tou save Fast-Forward: now acts! He goes for his Paralyze http://orokos.com/roll/444115 = and crits! Okay, that's a DC 20 + 5 + 5 Reflex save. http://orokos.com/roll/444116 It is thoroughly paralyzed! Renegade: is up!
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"Sometimes fathers need killing," said Nina, her eyes flat and unreadable for a moment. "Why should you be sorry for what you've done? Take it from someone who has reached the advanced age of 24 - it's better to be sorry for what you haven't done than what you have." She sipped her tea. "What decisions do you choose to make, then? You obviously have an employer." "That's amazing!" said Mark smoothly. "Is that telepathy? My friend Psyche can do that and she's amazing, she can reach anybody anywhere in the world that way." "Oh, I don't know, Edge," said Nina amiably. "You always go straight for the mentalism - I think it could be cybernetics. I'll tell you what we could make a wager..." They settled on a twenty-dollar bet, then Nina turned back. "What do you think, girl, do I owe him money or not?" she smiled warmly as she asked.
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Richard relaxed, ever-so-slightly, and reached out to touch the baby's cheek. "Goodbye, Dad," he said softly, one of the few times he'd ever used that word to describe Bryant Halliday. He blinked a few times, looking up, and decided to let Will handle his grandmother's grief for the moment. He'd talk to Anna later, when he could be there for her without losing control of himself. "Does he still have cancer?" he asked, his voice tight. "I don't think so," commented Cathy the nurse, who'd been inspecting the baby visually while the Clines dressed him and fed him. "With the severity of his condition, he'd be much more impaired that he is now. As far as I can tell, this is a perfectly healthy baby. May I examine him?" she asked the Clines. - Outside, Anna (who had stumbled a bit at the news from Paige) was standing tall by the time she and Will were outside in the hallway. "I didn't...I didn't mean for you to hear me disrespect your grandfather like that," she said suddenly, "I was just on edge with that punk superhero there, thinking I just let Bryant escape. Where would he have gone?
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Time passes differently when you're a celebrity. Over the next few days, all the members of Nighthawk's squad were brought into the Headmaster's office for some intensive questioning about exactly what had happened during the battle in the Doom Room. (Callie Summers also made sure that Riley had his sword-cut stitched shut and treated by something other than his personal stash of antibiotics.) The team didn't see anything of the new Next-Gen - from what Merlin's hacking and Riley's occasional snooping could tell, they'd been moved to the other dorm building and were keeping to themselves. They had some visitors of their own; both Bombshell and Peyton Quinn showed up on campus to speak to their wards (de facto in the former's case) about the events of the battle. Three days after the battle in the Doom Room, the team was summoned to the headmaster's office, this time under cover of daylight. Thanks to their earlier visits, it wasn't too surprising to find both Talya and Peyton waiting in the lobby for the group. Peyton Quinn might have looked out-of-place amid a super-school, but Claremont's mundanity meant that her sensible shoes, dark brown suit and skirt, and thick glasses let her blend in perfectly. Without a word, the middle-aged engineer hugged the lean reflection of her son, only her short, frizzy hair giving her a height advantage over Riley. "We're going to get through this, Riley," she promised him with a husky voice. While everyone was making their acquaintance, Callie Summers stepped out of her office. "Hello, everyone. The line is ready now."
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Initiative for Fast-Forward: 28 Embarrassing!
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Okay - I know you're still working on this, so just some preliminary comments. I'd like to see the backstory expanded a bit. Remember ability modifiers work with +1 for every 2, so it works ike 10 (+0), 12 (+1), 14 (+2), etc. Here's a good sample build for an elemental-type character. http://www.atomicthinktank.com/viewtopic.php?p=535277#p535277
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"Dire portents!" boomed Sea Devil, her voice a deep mechanical bass while inside her armor. "Visions of white fishbelly things, like dead Surfacers that walk - but that beg for our aid against some fouler THING in the shadows of their world. Miracle Girl thinks they may have come to judge our DOOM." She said the last word with a particularly deep croak. By the time Aquaria had finished talking, she was only a few inches from Dr. Deoxy, crouched down so she was beneath his eye level, gigantic hand spread wide as she told her fantastic tale. She didn't know exactly what it was they'd seen - but she knew it was nothing good.
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Aquaria leaped for the ball, her tongue lashing out and snatching the fast-moving ball right out of the air. She landed, the ball fitting inside her gigantic aquatic mouth with a scale like a human biting into a large apple, then spat the thing out into her hands. "Apologies," she croaked, rotating the ball back and forth between her long fingers. "It is sticky! That was a catch." She was obviously about to throw the now-slimy ball over the fence before she seemed to catch herself - with one big leap, she hopped over to one of the discarded beach towels and wiped the ball clean of sticky Deep One spit. With a toss back over the net, she hopped back to Jessie's side of the line.
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http://orokos.com/roll/443225 14 Notice, 19 Sense Mo
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guide gab Freedom League lineup and role
Avenger Assembled replied to Ari's topic in The Lighthouse: Catchphrase!
Quick change of plans - Cooper County, MO was ruled out by the PC whose character has a connection there. So instead we'll put Lockdown in Marquette County, Michigan! Is there anything more we need before we start that thread? -
"Mm. I always liked books on history better," said Nina thoughtfully. "My...father raised me on stories of the kings and queens of ancient Arabia, how once we could reach out our hand and take what we wanted - instead of whoring our birthright for oil money." She hmmed. "Reality is more complicated than that, of course, but you'd be surprised how pleasant it can be to make your own decisions, child. Look at me." She gave Yumiko a conspiratorial smile. "When my father exiled me, I had nothing but my wits and the friends I'd made - and now I have power that goes far beyond my gifts. If your training is as good as you say, you could easily do the same. So, who did the killing?" she inquired. --- Mark shook his head. "You're just a sad person who thinks doing sad things is how people are supposed to act," he said, his tone quiet and level. "You're not even big enough on the world stage to show your face here. When this is done, I want you to remember that it could have ended right here. I'm sorry it's come to this." And with that, he was gone, reappearing in the conference room where he'd left Nina and the child soldier.
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"Oh, crap!" Still hidden inside the toyshop, Mark covered his mouth with his hands, thinking faster than he ever had in his life. "The Alien-Gator's innocent," he hissed to Bonfire, "or, kind of. He's sentient but he can't speak English. He did kill those hunters but they were in the swamp trying to hunt him. But we can't go out there and tell them, because Freedom Eagle never figured it out. It wasn't till his species showed up on Earth again about ten years ago that anyone put two and two together." "What, did Freedom Eagle put an innocent alien in jail?" asked Monsoon, who had sensibly taken cover herself but with a little more dignity, standing flat against the wall rather than crouching beneath the mostly-frosted window. "That's not like the stories you usually tell about the Liberty League." She rocked the baby back and forth, taking the alligator from it and setting it aside. "No, he never put him in jail...because he never caught him..." - "You are in the Morris County swamps," said Freedom Eagle, eying the trio suspiciously. "I took you two for new recruits, but I don't think I know either of you - and I'd definitely know men like you. What are your names?" The Gator, seeking to take advantage of the Eagle's distraction, was now slowly, almost imperceptibly, making his way backwards towards the cover of the swamps behind him.
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Riley waited until they were both inside the tent to say more, feeling safer in the familiar surroundings. "My body's not right." he said quietly. "maybe it never will be. But when I'm with you, an' you see it, an' you like it, it feels...good." They kissed, with the soft, growing urgency that comes at the beginning of a long romantic encounter, before RIley pushed away for a moment. He locked eyes with Robin and bit his lip, feeling confidence with her that he'd have never felt on his own. Lights on and all, with great determination, he reached down and unbuttoned his dark plaid shirt, his dexterous fingers moving quick and sure despite his nerves, and then slid it off before pulling his dark undershirt off and over his head.
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In response to Jessie's mighty blow, unmatched by either of their rivals, Aquaria leaped in the air higher than she was tall and bellowed in a booming bass, eyes wide and mouth open. "Whoop!" Aquaria wasn't subtle in her movements or intentions - one of the things that made her volume compatible with Jessie's nerves was that Jessie always knew exactly when the loud noises were about to happen. She landed neatly on four feet, green and white skin, and inhumanly powerful muscles, rippling beneath her blue tattoos. "Victory will be ours," she croaked to the other team. On the beach, Dimitri and Tarva sat quietly near each other on the sand, one watching the sea and the other the land, similiar intentions on the minds of the two mystics. With Leilani out in the surf, Comrade Frost's posture had changed just enough that his feelings for the young woman were considerably more obvious.
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Initiative: Initiative: Citizen: 10
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ic A Dark and Spiteful God (IC)
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in The Realms Beyond
With the need to modify the heavy Emerson units to pass through the portal without being affected by the fluctuating entropic energies from a universe near the point of collapse, it made sense to do the work in Freedom Hall with real-time access to the sensor information from the other world. Daedalus volunteered himself as a partner for Miss Americana - and as usual she found him an almost preternaturally good lab colleague, anticipating her technical needs almost the moment she had them. It wasn't that he was any smarter than she was, just that he seemed to have an uncanny knack for knowing what tools were necessary for what job. "My concern about missions to the fringes of the Terminus, beyond capture, is the risk of defection - your thoughts?" When talking to Miss America, Daedalus tended to describe social situations like they were scientific problems to be overcome, something Miss A was fairly sure he didn't do with other people. --- Steve went looking for no weak emotional comfort when Gina was occupied with the work that would rescue, or doom, the inhabitants of that lost world. He made his excuses to seperate himself from Bombshell as well, not wanting to burden his ally with his thoughts. Instead he went to the roof of Freedom Hall and knelt by its edge, staring out at the green, grassy places on the lawn of the substantial complex. He stared out at the grass and saw it burning tried to enjoy the scenery and the promise of life but _saw the bodies piled writhing and heard the orders of the Annihilists_. He wondered if the world on the other side of the portal looked so familiar to Tarva the Black. Perhaps not. The games she had played once, on the other side of their lives, had been at the heart of the Terminus itself. --- "It's not Nihilor," Tarva was telling Kimber briskly as they borrowed one of Seven's empty meditation rooms so the former could gather her dark spectral energies. "so we can walk its streets and live. But you must not tarry and you must not hesitate, boon," said Tarva, putting her hand on Kimber's and looking into her eyes. "Places touched by the Terminus are traps for the better-minded. Whatever you see there, whoever _is_ there, you must let those things slide from your mind. I may have learned damnation but I learned survival in the same token." --- There were a variety of light refreshments, both liquid and solid, for Daphne and Talya, the latter further served (or at least catered to) by what looked like a recently-added lactating room down the hall. Come to think of it, there had been quite a few new super-families added to the League's roster in the last few years, even if those children were of course not typically underfoot in Freedom Hall proper. -
Well, Auras are technically on all the time, right? I cut down a bit on the Area thing so that Renegade didn't, you know, die. Nick is up now.
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That does miss - and give me a DC 32 Tou save, Durf, as you're still in that Aura.
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Aquaria had been quiet most of the trip, her protuberant gaze difficult to read, at least for humans and other Surface creatures, through the translucent helm of her armor. "We swim in the sea of stars," she croaked back across the borrowed commlink to her Star Knight companion, the bass rumble distinctly odd across the radio line. Even Aquaria had understood why Spectrum Knight armor came with no such easy communications devices - the creators of the armor, foul creatures that they were, had chosen to build an army that couldn't easily coordinates even with itself. "All around us are the eyes of the...universe, watching and judging us." She ignited her trident, not for the first time, and waved it around. "You are at home here. This must be familiar waters."
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They made their way there in their usual fashion, rooftop to rooftop and along the streets, two young people passing through the city of their birth like the born urban adventurers they were. Once on the theater rooftop, Riley's intentions were even more clear. He'd pitched a tent out of direct view of the ground, the better to give them shelter and privacy, and hidden a sleeping bag inside. From down below came the faint, echoing sounds of the theater inside - it was impossible to tell what was playing, but the occasional artificial vibrations helped Riley remember he was far from home. Instead, he was in the very pleasant company of the girl he liked very very much. At the unzipped door to the tent, he hesitated a moment, arms unconsciously crossing over his chest. "Do, uh, you wanna leave the lantern off...?"
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Phalanx is up!
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Half-expecting to be pulled through as if she was touching the mystic gateway to the gods that Surfacers (in their pallid ignorance) called simply "the yellow sign", Aquaria cautiously poked the screen, her armor closing over her head as she did so in automatic reflex. She still didn't really follow the way Cavalier had described its connection to her autonomic nervous system, but she appreciated the way it obeyed her thoughts and desires when she wanted it. Her helmet went translucent as she spoke, giving Miracle Girl a mostly-clear view of her froggy face, as if glimpsed through red-tinted glass. "Should we...help it?" she croaked to Miracle Girl, not at all sure that such a thing was possible.
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"With great force - behind this most forceful woman," said Comrade Frost with confidence to Pax. Pulling up his hood, he stepped aside to let Volcanic proceed. "You will perform magnificently," he told her with a warm, reassuring smile - that nonetheless failed to hide his obvious giddy anticipation. He wasn't just reassuring her about her powers - he was looking forward to seeing them in action! "Teach them fear of what lies beneath. You will show them the consequences of their sin, and from there we will make sure they never trouble this fine young woman again."
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Are we in initiative, TA?
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