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The radio crackled to life around the time they were entering Terran orbit, the vast blue-green bulk of the planet enough to get Aquaria to settle down and look out the window along with Jessie. There really was no point in worrying. One way or another, they'd be as close as they got to being home soon. And her own worry would only upset Jessie - and hurting Jessie had never been the point of any of this. "Voidrunner, are you capable of atmospheric descent? We've been, ah, authorized to direct you to our secondary landing facility in Freedom City - codenamed Lonely Point Naval Base, over." The directions, based on the map beamed over to Ruby's navcomp, put them down in what looked like a primitive aero/spaceport near the population center that Jessie and Aquaria had identified as their home city - a strangely small town of low buildings and strange powers, alongside a vast slate-grey sea of salty water.
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Looks good. Go ahead and edit the powers math so it's there - same as on the sample sheets.
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Oh boy, it's (almost) the worst thing Woodsman can imagine. Riley will take cover in the doorway, careful not to actually block the path of people retreating into the building. Woodsman will fire his Obscure straight-up towards the sound of the voice overhead - he can't hit the guy, but he can keep him from seeing anything (or so he thinks), he can put up a field that keeps Chosech from observing the fight, and he can do it without blocking everyone else's view of the fight.
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Riley had just given Robin a quick, fierce smile when all hell broke loose. Woodsman dropped to one knee and pulled a bolt free from his belt, this one marked with a thin bit of fishing line that he hooked to his belt. Even as he worked, he called "He summoned things around ya, run!" he called to the nearby students, "Get 'nside and seal the doors. And light it up 'sbright as you can!" With that, he fired a shot into the air at the shadowy figure he couldn't quite see well enough to make a clear shot - the one that was ranting about sin and death. Talks too goddamned much. The arrow whizzed upwards, the line playing out - and then when the line pulled taunt, the arrow snapped, super-compressed particles of midnight mist within mixing with dried crystalline bear urine, creating a thick, stinking cloud that was over the heads of Claremont's students and so wouldn't interfere with their evacuations - but would hopefully keep the man upstairs from seeing what was happening below. You come down here and do your own dirty work, you sonofabitch!
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Hear our call and remember, kin! When great Lemuria sank, the ancestors sank to the depths below and left us here in the shallow waters! When the Father and his children abandoned us, we called upon all the gods of all the Heavens above! We called upon the gods of the sea! But cruel Poseidon laughed and delivered us to the foul Atlanteans! We called upon the gods of the river! And fair Heqet extended her hand! But the Eye of Ra turned upon us, pitless as the sun, and we fled into the darkness below. We called upon the gods of the tree! But furious Donar hurled his lightning to burn our flesh! We called upon the gods of the promised land! And great Dagon heard our prayer! Dagon of the fields! Dagon of the sea! He came among us with mighty signs and promises! He came among us in the style of our people! He pledged that he would be our true god if we were his true children! Remember Mother Hydra! Hydra of the fair skin and pleasing eye, Hydra of the bellow like thunder and the many children! Mother Hydra gave us the knife and the venom! Mother Hydra gave us the forge and the ink! Father Dagon and Mother Hydra birthed a new people in those nights! Remember always the teachings of Dagon and Hydra! Through the blood of sacrifice, we are made whole! Through the pain of sacrifice, we will be redeemed! Through Dagon and Hydra, we will be free! We are the children of the Ones Above and the Ones Below. The land is ours! The sea is ours! All was taken from us by the foe!They are cruel! They are foul! Their lips are red with the stolen blood of our children! There will be vengeance for what we have lost! We are not the forgotten children of dead gods! WE! ARE! DEEP ONES!
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Okay, the math looks good. Can you talk more about how he learned magic? "some basic training in magic" is one of those sentences that needs more!
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Monsoon: 25
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needs a DC Block. Comprehend Spirits is 2 PP. Looks like there's a math whoopsie in your Device.
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pc Doctor Deoxy (PL10) - Exaccus
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Sonic Speed 3 (6PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power 1) [7PP] Base Power: Flight 3 (50mph/500ft per Move Action) [6PP] (Sonic Flight) Alternate Power: Speed 4 (100mph/1'000ft per Move Action) + Super Movement 1 (Wall Crawling 500mph/5'000ft per Move Action) [4 + 2 = 6PP] (SuperSonic Dash) -- Walk me through this one - what's the math?
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pc Upgrade (PL10) [150/150PP] -- Sophistemon
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TV: Does the flashlight on Riley's crossbow count as a power, since it's on a Device? Inquiring minds! Init: 28 I'm feeling lucky, let's roll that Notice; 31 Nice!
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It was about that time that the air conditioning in the hotel shuddered and died - an ominous sound indeed given just how hot it was out in Nuevo Laredo despite it being springtime. The ducts were making all sorts of odd noises too, buzzing and clanking, as if something was moving around inside them - until suddenly, great, thick swarms of big black flies were swarming out everywhere, blanketing the interior of the room in seconds. The closed windows to the balcony outside offered no escape - because out there, a hideous creature had just landed. With his giant eyes, fluttering antennae, and massive wings - he might have been almost beautiful. If he hadn't born the face and stench of a full-blown fly that walked like a man! The creature vomited up a great burst of liquid from its maw against the glass, liquid that began eating away at the translucent stuff quickly. If not for the bulletproof glass made necessary high security of this crime-ridden city, the fly-man would already be inside. - Down below, stepping off the crowded city bus they'd ridden as a way of blending into the crowd of non-supers in this city, Steve and Buffy looked up at the rooftop of their destination only to see it covered in an incredibly dense swarm of flies, a gigantic, almost apocalyptic swarm that blotted out the penthouse and upper tiers of the building as if it had been dipped in black, wriggling cotton candy. The crowd around them fearfully drew away from the hotel (whose guests were already streaming out the doors) but didn't panic, they knew crime well in this unhappy place. Trusting in his anonymity in this strange city, Steve exchanged a look with Buffy before a flash of light obscured his transformation - and Caradoc rose on a pillar of fire towards the tremendous swarm of flies!
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Reagent took shelter, thoughts of the senses a creature that lived deep beneath the sea might have swimming in her mind. Luckily, her guess proved right - this was not merely darkness, this was an actual disruption of light, and the big-eyed Deep Ones didn't seem to be able to see through it better than any land creatures. But as she heard the fish-frog creatures hopping around in the park around her, their bellowing voices croaking in rhythmic, inhuman patterns, she thought of an invention tested closer to her own age than this one - Sonar. Heedless of the crowd of Deep Ones streaming after the giant, Sea Devil landed between the monstrous reflection of a Deep One and its evident target, a Surfacer building with many glass windows, looking to her vaguely like a school or an apartment building. She didn't really understand most Surfacer buildings, and didn't have time to puzzle out the words on the brass nameplate behind her. "You!" she declared, pointing with her energy trident, the trident she realized that she had never actually used against a living target. "I don't know what you are, but you are not the chosen of Dagon - or any other god! Stop! You will bring them down upon our heads!" The creature croaked a mighty sentence beyond Aquaria's command of language - "ARRY SMILA! OME OU! ILLER!" and the glass of the windows behind Aquaria shattered, the building vibrating as if hit by a speeding semi-truck! Only Aquaria's helmet kept her from being deafened; as it was, she had to fight to stay on her feet, planting her trident in the ground to hold herself in place the way she might have used wrought iron to stop herself in the midst of a powerful current. When the croaking was done, she staggered to her feet, just in time for her fellow Deep Ones to begin streaming past her, going for the now-damaged building behind her.
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That'll work! Give me a Physical Sciences check to try and gather samples without being contaminated. Let's say many of the Deep Ones stream after the "Chosen One", ready to fight on its behalf, while others stay milling around the initial occupation zone. (i.e., they'll hold their action until their god is attacked) Sea Devil: Move Action: Aquaria interposes herself between the monster and its target. Standard Action: she makes an attempt at Diplomacy. This won't work, so I get another HP! Monster: CROAKS: This is a Damage 12 (Extra: Area [General, Cone]) + Dazzle 12 (auditory, Extra: Area [General, Cone]) - which only hits Aquaria, eesh! http://orokos.com/roll/394077 = she fails her Reflex save vs Damage http://orokos.com/roll/394078 = 31 she is unhurt... http://orokos.com/roll/394079 = 23 and undamaged Singularity is up.
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[ToV] Short Attention Span Theater (IC)
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Europe
Damn. Frost hated when innocent people were turned into weapons - it made everything more complicated. "All right, I suggest rest of us engage it in body - you engage it in mind." At the sound of a distant crashaboom, Frost dissolved into a cloud of icy white mist, albeit one with two glowing red eyes. It was a surprising look - if you weren't a study of history or the League, anyway. "Suggest we talk strategy on way to battle," he said quickly, racing down the street towards their target, albeit staying ready to leap through one of his teammates' portals if a more rapid transit seemed necessary. Such a lovely old town. They are probably going to put foul concrete blocks where these buildings used to be, feh. -
"Come in, son, come in. These nice people," Will had heard his father's talks about stop-and-frisk, police brutality, and his rights against search-and-seizure, many, many times - but Richard knew his boy recognized the Let's be nice to these cops smile. "were just telling us about your friend Elias." He was on his own feet in a literal flash, letting his son take a seat opposite his mom. That naturally let him circulate behind their guests, studying the situation with intensity in the same time it would take a normal man to cross a room. "Get you a soda," he commented, vanishing briefly into the kitchen as a way of (temporarily) exiting the conversation.
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Mark exhaled. "You know about the Great Game, that horrible thing Typhoon is inflicting on your family. Nina wants to make sure you're not in it.." Thane frowned, his bushy eyebrows meeting in a scowl in the middle of his forehead. "You may tell my sister that I have no interest in our father's throne. Is that why she sent you here, sir? To see if I was some competitor?" "No, no," said Mark, chopping the air with his hand. "She wants to make sure nobody's playing the game. If nobody's playing, then Typhoon doesn't get an heir - he just gets the-oh, geez!" Mark had set his phone to vibrate, but he recognized the triple buzz of the UNISON emergency signal well enough. "There's something really bad happening outside. I'll be right-" Edge disappeared onto the roof of the hotel, where he took one look at the approaching swarm of locusts and realized what was happening. Oh crap! It's the crisis! I can't call Erin and Trevor - and Joe's too busy with whatever's going on in Freedom. He thought fast, paging through his phone and the list of super-contacts in London. He didn't know the city very well, but he could find one particular destination - And so it was that, in a flash of black blobby light, he appeared directly in front of the front doors of the Ministry of Powers. "Hey!" he yelled, running up to the front doors, where guards were automatically on high alert at the arrival of a new super. "Mark Lucas, codenamed Edge, Unison Agent #402. Do you guys know about the giant cloud of locusts?!"
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ARMED BY HGM Woodsman: 3 ranks of Knowledge (Tactics) [1PP] 1 rank of Medicine Master Plan [1PP] Equipment: [1PP - 5EP] Masterwork Handcuffs [1EP] Masterwork Nightvision Goggles [1EP] Masterwork Medical Kit [1EP] Weighted Gauntlets (Strike 1, PF: Mighty) [2EP] Add the Gauntlets to his Table - that's DC 19 Toughness Bruised/Injured Drop the penetrating fire PF on his Crossbow. Add Feature 1 (Flashlight) [1PP]
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"They told me that with the power of the sky gods that Deep Ones could defeat the Atlanteans, that they would burn in the light of truth and justice." A look at Aquaria's giant eyes, adapted for the murky waters of a continental shelf, told the Praetorians that the glaring light of Terra's yellow primary must have been particularly irksome. "I thought they meant victory. Freedom. Waters that could be ours. But they meant conquest. They gave me a vision of the future: a vision of Atlantis at my feet, and the King of Atlantis in chains, and my people victorious." And I might have said yes - if Jessie hadn't spoken. If it didn't mean losing my family. Aquaria kept that thought to herself; knowing the power of words, of deeds. "And it was...the cost was too high. We are called by Dagon and Hydra to make sacrifices - but I would not sacrifice other lives. Not even for that." She didn't look annoyed at Jessie for the interruption - though it was hard to read that face.
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"You remember Ace's father, yes?" spoke Dimitri, giving the General a long look before finally recognizing the Steam Sheik. "His time comes to an end." In a sudden moment of tactile sympathy, Dimitri rose to his feet and (heedless of all protocol) threw his arms around his old ally. "Look at you! In Loki's name, you old cheese-eater, you, is this your place? Is this your boy? Fine-looking fellows you have in that army out there. He gestured to the Captain, and for a moment the dour ice controller looked almost sunny. "Well, how about that." He did not look terribly bothered by the thought that Ace was in pieces somewhere. "I tell you what, we go in there, we fight the traitorous robots, find out where Ace is doing with himself, and we make it all good. Eh?"