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She is - I wasn't sure how much Paige was paying attention at this point. Give me a quick Concentration check to reflect the ongoing distraction, and I'll let you know the quality of information she's getting.
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"All right," said Monsoon thoughtfully, her voice partially modulated by the mask she wore. "We were all brought together in this way - which means our esteemed host must have had his own reasons for it." Nina knew a thing or two about how to seem courteous even in the home of a small god. "Edge and I know each other - but the rest of you seem to be strangers to one another. Hmm." She knew she could not read this situation as she would one back home - it was unlikely, for example, that the Russian woman had been added as a sexual lure for the men, or that the clownish Punchline was there to eventually go mad or drive the other woman. Pulling herself out of her own suspicions, she headed straight for the much-taller Cassandra and removed her own cape. "From the style with which he dresses women, perhaps this is Quirk's very first date. Take this," she said, offering the glossy gold and blue garment to Cassandra. "We have to stick together on this." "I'm not in charge," said Edge automatically - and with such speed that he seemed to be deliberately trying to defuse the suggestion. "I just know a lot about babies." When the baby godling was done with her bottle, Mark dismissed it with a wave of his hand - and then produced a rag to throw over his shoulder. "Nice to meet everyone," he said as he put the baby over his back. "I think I have heard of some of you," he said "and I'm glad you're here. I know things seem strange right now, but Monsoon and I have been in worse situations than this. I guess we should just call her Baby, huh?" he said, nodding his head towards the subject of the conversation. "A lot of the stuff in here is too big for babies," he said, looking around. "Maybe something from that stuffed animal bin for her?"
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http://orokos.com/roll/430749 = 26 That's a really good attack but it's just not working, TT. Have an HP! Hologram is up now.
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Aquaria assumed an odd posture to watch the films, squatting down low and letting her long legs bend past her oval midsection, resting her arms in front of her body. It didn't look like a position any human could hold for long, but she looked comfortable enough in it. Her armor didn't seem to impede her movements any, moving naturally with her body as easily as a human's clothing might. She watched silently, her eyes so big that Miracle Girl could see reflections of the screen in them. Suddenly, in a scene of early passion and confrontation, Aquaria gave a croaking laugh. "That is not right!" she declared, pointing at the screen. "Surfacer females do not need to be defeated in battle to mate! Even I know that!" She subsided, folding her arms before her again.
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Mark ticked off points on his fingers, circling the White Rabbit on the roof. "I came alone because Nina trusts me - and because she knows I can handle anything you'll throw at me." He was sure he'd have to give Monsoon a detailed report upon his return, so he did his best to memorize any detail. "I'm not going to speak for her - but you should know that if Nina was interested in outsiders helping change who sits on the throne of Socotra, we would be in Typhoon City right now." He frowned. "And if you are a professional mercenary, you know that Typhoon isn't like the other metahuman dictators. He's not interested in respectability or ideology. If your people invade Socotra, he will kill them all before he gives up his throne." He looked at the woman, his arms folded across his chest, and said, "I'm offering you a chance to turn yourself in. It'll be a trial for you, and placement for the children somewhere where they can live the lives they deserve. I can't promise it'll be easy," he admitted. "But it'll be a better shake than you'll be likely to get any other way." - For the combative hydrokinetic, this was a new role - but not an unfamiliar one. "Let me get you some water," suggested Monsoon, casually summoning the pitcher in the corner of the room. "That must be thirsty work." When the girl had the glass, Monsoon took a seat across from her, but kept her armor on to maintain a certain amount of distance. "I know...something about fathers," she said after a long pause. "How did White Rabbit find you?"
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Edited by Da Durf Woodsman: Drop his Device Flashlight and his Obscure effect. Replace them with AP: Blast 6 (poison, Extra: Linked [Drain], Flaw: Unreliable [5 uses/daily]) {6} + Drain Dexterity 6 (Extras: Linked [Drain], Secondary Effect, Flaw: Unreliable [5 uses/daily]) {6} (PFs: [Improved Crit 2, Incurable, Variable Descriptor 2 [Chemical/Ballistic/Bludgeoning/Concussive/Piercing/Slashing] {6+6+5=15/16} AP: Blast 10 (what's a box gonna do?, Extras: Area [General, Burst], Penetrating 4 [as DMG 14], Flaw: Unreliable 2 [1 use a day], PFs: Variable Descriptor 2 [Chemical/Ballistic/Bludgeoning/Concussive/Piercing/Slashing) {16/16}
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Super Freaks The ‘Super Freaks’ are a loose term for a pan-religious movement that began on the West Coast of the United States in the late 1960s. Inspired by hippie culture, the New Age movement, and the general alienation of the period, members of what was sometimes called the Super Movement or the Super People USA argued that metahumans were the divine manifestation of the Creator (who or what that creator was was open to a significant amount of debate - and remains so to this day) on Earth and should be worshiped as such. One would expect this to be open to abuse given the period - and indeed despite the widespread success of the movement, Super Freak groups were often highly vulnerable to infiltration, subversion, and co-option by metahumans eager to embrace either the idea of their own divinity or simply to exploit the gullible. In several high-profile cases in Los Angeles, Chicago, and elsewhere, Super Freak communes were exposed by the press, raided by the police or superheroes, or otherwise destroyed. In the 1980s and 1990s, it looked as though the movement might die out altogether. But religious movements have a funny way of sticking around and the Super Freaks are no exception. The sects run by outright villains have mostly been shut down - putting the movement in a new direction. There are Super Freak communes today still in Washington, Oregon, California and other parts of the United States where people live in harmony with nature and each other, working to build a better world and unlock the native powers within. The Pinnacle Path in Freedom City today is loosely affiliated with the Super Freak movement - and in recent years Path members have Walked their way out to several communes and back, the hippie lifestyle now having re-entered the mainstream now that it’s more associated with a grandparent’s style than real radicalism. The largest such commune (with about 1200 members) is in northwestern Oregon, far enough from Emerald City that it’s not on the map but close enough that members of the Galactic Army of Light can travel into town to run shops, sell their wares at artisanal stores and farmers’ markets, and otherwise be a part of the city’s structure. (It may seem odd that the center of the Super Freak movement is so far away from a large superhuman population, but as any Freedomite will tell you, familiarity can often breed contempt - and it's hard to maintain the worship of a god you see every day. The days of hippies following the Centurion around to try and gain a share of his power are long-since passed) While a few metahumans have been born on Super Freak communes (like Third Eye, the most famous hero of the California/Oregon border region), or have had their powers awakened by sweat lodges, scarification, and other rituals, for the most part the Super Freaks have proven no more or less likely to gain powers than the average citizen. That’s okay, they firmly assert when questioned - they take their enlightenment on faith. Super Freaks tend to be vegetarians but are rarely teetotalers - after all, there are so many interesting ways to expand the mind, some of which may give you metapowers, maaan. They are usually pacifists but those with metapowers will defend their commune if attacked. In story terms, a Super Freak commune is a potential story point for both good and ill. No more or less likely to be run by charlatans than any other religious sect, a commune may be run by a council of democratically elected sincere leaders, an abusive megalomaniac, or anything in between. A crisis at a commune could run from an outbreak of anti-vaccination sentiment, a takeover by a supervillain who has ‘seen the light’, or even just too many bunnies eating their organically grown crops. A hero’s childhood on a commune could be anything from a horrific hellhole they escaped - or simply a unique upbringing that sets them apart from their peers.
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"Back home, I'd be on patrol tonight," said Riley quietly. "Walkin' behind the wire, tryin' to be quiet, waitin' to go back to my cot and listen t'books on tape. Here I get to go with a pretty girl to a cool party." Parties usually made Riley nervous - but talking about how good it was going to be helped bite back his ever-present nerves. "Peyton talks to me a lot about bein' happy with what I have, and how that should be 'nuff till I'm older. Easier to believe when I'm with you." He gave her his own thin smile. "So I guess the special occasion is just we're here - 'n we're alive. That's pretty good. And I love your hair. If I was gonna grow it out, I'd want it ta do that," he complained good-naturedly, running his hand over his own closely-shaven scalp. Off the bus, they stepped out into a crowd in Lincoln's park - there was still a little while before the concert itself started, but it looked like a big chunk of the neighborhood was out. "We better get drinks 'n stuff," he said, making his way towards one of the concession stands. "Always gotta be prepared!"
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Wisconsin laws about superheroes [Bedlam] It’s hard to be a superhero in Wisconsin. Wisconsin’s state laws are much less friendly towards superheroes than New Jersey’s are - which after all were largely written in deference to decades of superheroes active in Freedom City. (Wisconsin also lacked the high levels of fifth column infiltration that led to so much worry about secret Axis attack in both the Pacific Northwest and the East Coast.) Individuals may not testify in court, be paid a salary, or own property in a costumed identity. In other words, one may wear a mask and fight crime - but their mask is not a legal identity, and in general a crime-fighter must follow the same laws as civilians. Wisconsin courts are also much more hostile towards super excess than New Jersey courts- a superhero who inflicts significant property damage during a battle may expect to be served (with the understanding that they will unmask in court or be forced to unmask and go to jail for contempt), just as one who commit any serious crime while carrying out their duties may expect a criminal case. While inhabitants of Freedom City might expect that this would lead to significant superviolence, in fact Wisconsin as a whole has a relatively low rate of meta-crime. (Of course, as many a legal scholar has pointed out,, Wisconsin also has a low rate of metas in general - but is that because the laws against superheroing encourage emigration to other states? These are the sorts of dispute that help legal scholars make their careers.) Superheroes in Wisconsin have gotten around these laws in several ways - by being careful in the laws they follow, maintaining a public identity as part of their costumed one, or by working with very friendly law enforcement. Bedlam’s Hammer of Justice has typically benefited primarily from the last one. As Hammer of Justice is not well-liked outside of his native city, this typically means that efforts to change Wisconsin’s super laws are branded as encouraging vigilantism.
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Pacific Patrol The Pacific Patrol was America’s primary (though not exclusive) super-team active in the Pacific Theatre during World War II. Headquartered in Yankee Doodle’s underground stronghold in Emerald City, Washington, it was active from January 1942 through January 1946, though some of its members were active in the superheroic community on the West Coast in the years before and after the war. Unlike their contemporaries the Liberty League, the Pacific Patrol saw itself as an agent of the US military and took as active a role in fighting overseas as it did in patrolling the homefront. (Yankee Doodle’s 'advanced technology' (which included teleportation) helped substantially there, allowing the Pacific Patrol to quite literally ‘patrol’ everywhere on the Pacific Rim by the end of 1945). Founded after a raid on the city by agents of the Green Dragon Society, the Patrol consisted of Yankee Doodle, a flying strongman from “an all-American future!” in a patriotic costume, Grand Old Flag, a mysterious woman in a full-body American flag costume, the top-hatted and tuxedoed mystic Mr. Mystery, alien visitor The Ambassador, and the crack shot and special agent OSS operative Agent Five. Fighting on the front lines as they did, they suffered casualties when fighting Japan and its special forces. Mr. Mystery was eventually replaced by the California Bear after the former was killed in combat during the Battle of Tarawa, while the Ambassador returned home in 1943 and was replaced by the armored hero Broadside. Despite occasional cooperation with other Pacific front teams such as Canada's western continent, as well as British and Anzac heroes, the team generally preferred to operate directly under US auspices. Though they occasionally fought agents of the Green Dragon Society, the Pacific Patrol typically tangled with forces working directly under the auspices of the Japanese military - most famously the Hōfuku sochi, a team formed in 1942 just after the Doolittle Raid on Japan. Unlike the Green Dragon Society, the Hōfuku sochi, who took the names of Susanoo, Ryujin, and Uzume, remain popular in Japan today - though much of their memory as 'honorable warriors of empire' has been hijacked by Japan's militant right-wing in recent years. As far as the general public knows, at war’s end, the team served in occupied Japan for a few months before returning to Emerald City and going their separate ways - this is one reason why there’s relatively little commemoration of the Pacific Patrol in Emerald city proper - though they defended the city during the war, it was never really their home. Yankee Doodle returned to his own era, Grand Old Flag and Broadside retired to anonymity, Agent Five went to work for AEGIS, and California Bear returned to his home in Redding, California where he continued his super-career until his retirement in 1963. Revisionist historians have in recent years pointed out a number of flaws in the team’s legacy - none of them took a stand to prevent the internment of Japanese-Americans in the Pacific, or to stem the at-times vicious fighting in the Pacific theater. Indeed, by all accounts most of them actively participated in the carnage. The image of Yankee Doodle with a Japanese skull on his desk, printed in Life Magazine in 1944, remains one of the most enduring images of the war in the Pacific - a sign that even heroes could be corrupted by the horrors of the bloody war in the Pacific. Nonetheless, the team’s legacy is certainly not all bad - in addition to their heroic role in fighting the Japanese military and its agents, in the field they saved Japanese lives as well as Allied, and were among the first Americans into Japan after its surrender. Historians have found strong evidence that Broadside was really Jose Trinidad, a Filipino engineer who had escaped along with MacArthur and who returned to his own country after independence to become the hero Magkabaluti, and Ambassador is widely believed to have been a Lor - but the identity of the rest of the team remains a mystery, as does the location of their headquarters, somewhere under Emerald City, Washington. GM Note: [In addition to the secrets mentioned above, the true story of the end of the Pacific Patrol comes in late 1945, not long after V-J Day. Claiming he was always eager to learn about “the Americans of this distant age”, the war had seemed to make Yankee Doodle increasingly unhinged; gradually adopting the worst qualities of his ‘ancestors,’ qualities which spread to much of the rest of the team by example - and if they were honest with each other, because it made things easier that way. Long uncomfortable with his growing racism, violence in the field, and increasingly frequent sexual advances, Grand Old Flag (who wore her full-body costume to disguise her own true identity), finally learned the truth about Yankee Doodle’s nature during clean-up efforts in Nagasaki just after the second atomic bombing there. Left with no other choice, she snapped his neck and used the teleporter at his belt to return to Emerald City. When the rest of the team learned the same truth about their former leader, they reluctantly agreed to leave Doodle’s body in his own vaults - and to never speak of what they learned. His body lies there still, the location of his headquarters forgotten by the general public. The truth about Yankee Doodle, Grand Old Flag, their team, and the reality of the Pacific War is left as an exercise for the reader. A good place to look might be in Agent Five's extensive reports to the OSS - which would later provide a clandestine basis for the investigation into the Liberty League in the 50s - or in the unpublished memoirs of California Bear, still in his family's home in northern California.]
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"You didn't look enough like a superhero," said Edge apologetically to Cassandra. "It's a nice costume," he added, "you look a little bit like a Lady Bogatyr! You should keep it," he said encouragingly, talking to her the way he might talk to a friend who had tried out a new, exotic hair color. From the looks of things, maybe the Russian lady didn't have a costume of her own. Wonder if she's a super-merc. But even they usually have a costume and codename, so they can tell each other apart when they're fighting. "Hey, woah!" He stepped back from Punchline as Monsoon interposed herself between Mark and what had been Robert. "Hey, it's cool you're enthusiastic, but we don't want to make the baby upset. Sometimes they get nervous when they see things they don't know." Sure enough, the little blonde-haired baby was stirring, not quite fussing, but close to it. Without really thinking about it, Mark snapped his fingers and produced a bottle, hoping that giving a god-baby formula wouldn't ruin it for breast milk. If it even was being breast-fed...he really didn't want to think about this any further. "And who would want to sell such a pretty baby, anyway, coochie-coo? I guess we'd better make introductions," he said, the well-dressed young man sounding as at ease as if this sort of thing happened all the time. He tugged at his tie. "My name is Mark, I go by Edge, and I work with the United Nations. This is my partner Monsoon." "I am a hydrokinetic," said Monsoon, her slightly augmented voice sounding with the distinct tones of Recieved Pronunciation. "And Mark has great power. You may, ah, use your nomme de guerres or any other name with which you feel comfortable. It seems we may be here a while." "If you want," said Mark cautiously to the two heroes in transformed costumes, "I can try and fix your costumes. Is there any particular hero you want to look like?" He gave them both a look that screamed "Hint hint"
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Monsoon put her hand on Edge's shoulder, sensing a level of tension in her fiance that was unusual in the gregarious Mark. Edge put his hand on hers, grateful for the connection even if she was behind blue-gold steel, and smiled. Turning back to Yumiko, he said, "We'll do this differently. I'm not going to leave a meta-soldier here so close to all these civilians and UNISON agents, even if they already know you're here. Monsoon is going to keep an eye on you - and I'm going to see your boss." He vanished with the sound like the popping of a soap bubble, leaving Yumiko alone with Monsoon. Aware now of the nature of the girl's powers, Monsoon said,not ungently, "Come inside, child. It's cold out there. You eluded me this far - what threat do you have from me now?"
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Down in the screening room, Aquaria trusted Miracle Girl's ability to handle the Surfacer technology. So Sea Devil hopped around and turned off the lights, leaving her helmet open only when things were suitably dim. "These meats are okay," she croaked to Miracle Girl. They'd been brought a plate of sandwich meats, sans sandwich, by the base cafeteria and she was digging into them with her long-limbed, three-fingered hands like a moviegoer with popcorn. "Meat is better when it comes with bones." She sat next to Miracle Girl and smiled with her gigantic mouth, her gold and black eyes gleaming in the dark. "What should we see first?"
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Okay, let's stunt Snare 13 (Flaw: Range [Touch]) [13PP] with the descriptor of tridenting it in place. Attack vs Fire Vampire: http://orokos.com/roll/429549 = nat 1! I'll spend my HP to reroll that. http://orokos.com/roll/429551 = 23 Okay, DC 23 Reflex save to avoid being filleted. I'll let the armor take the fatigue next round.
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Woodsman sees no reason to abandon his sniper's post. He'll shoot the symbiote again, All-Out Power Attacking. http://orokos.com/roll/429394 And he'll crit as well! DC 31 Toughness save for Mr. Symbiote.
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Garuda's sword, the flaming blade of the Vahana, plunged past Woodsman's head and into the Doom Room's holographic plating, deep enough that Jayaman had to work to pull it free. Riley had felt the shock of pain as the blade went past his head and knew with sick horror that he'd dropped his weapon and was surrounded and was about to be - no no no, the scent of blood in the air was only his own. Still struggling with Epiphany, who he couldn't release without having two enemies to face, Riley looked up to see Garuda gloating down at him, Jayaman's arrogance radiating even behind the eagle's face. "I always knew it was going to end this way, Woodsman," taunted Garuda, raising the giant sword for another strike, his giant bird wings rising into the air behind him. "Surrounded by heroes, without your little toys, about to get your freak ass kicked." He laughed. "Maybe they'll put you and your girlfriend in the same cellblock in juvie!"
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Garuda: finally has his chance for revenge! Riley gets an HP for dealing with his rival here. I will spend that last HP now. Garuda doesn't care. He goes ahead and he All-Out Power Attacks Woodsman. The DC to hit Riley is currently 24. http://orokos.com/roll/428760 = 20 He misses! He will not miss next round. The DC to hit Garuda is currently 13. Riley is bleeding from the ear but has taken no serious damage. Sparkler is up as soon as I post for Garuda.
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"...the baby is my sister and her parents are my parents. Ugh!" Quirk hung up his apron and shook his head. "Not that it's any of your business, Mr. Thinks-He's Raven." He pointed at Tristan - and suddenly Tristan was in Raven's costume! Not the costume the first Raven had worn around New York in the 1960s and 1970s, not the more familiar, increasingly armored costume that his successor still occasionally wore in outings with the Freedom League - but a brightly-colored outfit of grey and blue better-suited to the first Raven's appearance on Freedom Friends. "And you too, lady, c'mon, she needs a better example than Mini-Typhoon here." He pointed at Cassandra - transforming her garments into an outfit more suitable to one of the Soviet Union's patriotic heroes from several decades earlier. "We'll take good care of your sister," said Mark suddenly, having watched the scene with growing alarm flickering behind his deep blue eyes. In his suit and tie, he hadn't 'dressed up' either - but his outfit seemed to pass Quirk's standards. "Good luck on your date!" He smiled warmly, the perfect diplomat. "When should we expect you back?" "Curfew's at 10, 'rents are home at midnight. You'll be gone well before then, don't worry." Quirk turned and headed for the door. "Later."
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Oh - I didn't see the post! Sorry, durf. That does miss. Nick is up.
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Hmm. How should I mechanically simulate pinning the thing in place with a trident?
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Aquaria bobbed her head up and down - from what Casey could see, the Deep One didn't have much of a neck to let her raise and lower her head. Aquaria returned the handshake too - her three-fingered grip firmly precise in Casey's. Her gauntlets were still on, generally for the best, given how Surfacers usually reacted to the touch of her skin against their dry, dessicated flesh. "I need to eat meat," she croaked, opening her mouth wide. This showed Casey and the others two things - Aquaria's mouth was approximately wide enough to fit a human head inside it, and just inside her lips were slashing teeth like a shark's. She closed her mouth. "I like kippers. But I can eat any meat. Do you like to watch the iPad in high places? It is easy to listen to things there."
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The air crackled for a moment - and Monsoon and her ride were joined by a new figure. Mark Lucas's eyes blazed with power but his voice was calm and perfectly rational, even reassuring as he spoke to the young woman Nina had met. He took Monsoon's hand, an open hand to her blade. "Take us to your leader. We're going to make everything all right."
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Transform, EP! I'll say he stunts a living to living Transform if you think his inanimate Transform wouldn't cover hair.
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I assume Edge gets an HP for the Fiat there? Your call. Does the NPC with Nina have any magic super-senses?
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"It's not my kid, gross, it's my sister!" Quirk handed the baby off to Edge, who scooped her up neatly into his arms with the sort of ease that it made it look like he handled babies all the time. Monsoon was still watching Quirk suspiciously - but Nina had read the briefings on this being's power and she wasn't fool enough to pick a fight with him. "After we watch your sister, will you undo what has happened to Freedom City?" Quirk sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yes, obviously, but I'm not gonna tip you with that attitude. Half of you aren't even dressed up," he said, casting his gaze around the group with an annoyed look. "Babies are easy. All you have to do is make sure she gets fed, keep her happy and change her if her diaper gets dirty. I'd do it myself but I've got a date, and I don't want Stinkbutt here ruining my action."