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Yay! He was much missed. APPROVED
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"To mock the memory of those who died in battle against him - there is nothing Kantor would not do," said Dimitri blackly. "And it is in their name that we speak now," he added to his former ally. He turned and walked to the window, the temperature in the room dropping distinctly as he looked outside. "You need not be a SHADOW clone, Henry, not when there are so many other possibilities. Enough DNA survived of the original to make clone in any laboratory even in this country - and brain could have been reconstituted, gathered from old studies, porheps resummoned with necromantic magics..." He fell silent, then looked up, his eyes hard, as someone knocked firmly on the outside door of the apartment.
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Early February 2016 The weekend came and went - and Riley and Robin weren't back on campus from their weekend furlough. After classes on Monday, the RAs, with serious faces, assured Woodsman and Nighthawk's friends that the school knew where they were. On Tuesday, Headmaster Summers made a general announcement that Robin Chevalier had been seriously injured in the field and was currently recovering at McNider Hospital. These things didn't happen that often at Claremont; but there were procedures in place for counseling, for making cards, for hospital visits - it was something the staff all had in hand. There was no need to cut school, not when visiting hours would still be open in the evening. Of course, all that assumed you wanted to listen to staff in the first place. - Robin hadn't wanted to go to the hospital - hadn't wanted to go at all. But the personal intervention of Headmaster Summers, who had met the pair of them at the Goodman Building clinic on Sunday night, had changed her mind; largely with the reassurances that a false name would get her in the system without any risk of the system finding her again. McNider was the oldest hospital in Freedom City. They'd been discreetly taking care of superheroes for decades now. Riley'd gone to the hospital too, mostly to make sure he hadn't irradiated himself when he'd grappled Tesla Atom at the moment she'd been bisected by the forces between dimensions. He wound up calling from Robin's room, though, carefully punching out digits on the hospital phone. It was Tuesday mid-morning, right? It had been easy enough to lose track the last day, when all he'd been thinking about was the burned, bleeding woman on the bed, the one he'd have given his heart for. Luckily she was asleep - for now.
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The portal closed on Tesla Atom, the event horizon of the interdimensional wormhole cutting cleanly through the midsection of her body. Her eyes flared green, just once, then the bisected remains of the monstrous parody of a superhero fell to the ground with a wet, slithery sound that matched the gore that covered the room. Woodsman turned around, his hatchet in his hand, and advanced on the remaining Ferals. What followed didn't take long at all. When it was done, he threw aside his weapon and ran to Robin, and this time the hormonal teenager felt tears in his eyes as he dropped to the floor next to her. He could see her breathing - and heard himself lie as he took her hand, "It's gonna be okay, baby, it's gonna be okay..." Life was never okay. "Get the first aid kit!" he yelled, pointing to one still in its case on the wall, marred though it was by a bloody handprint.
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Aquaria needed to use the mirror to see her back - from the bulk of her neck and her shrunken shoulders, it didn't look like she could turn her head very far. When she did see the tattoo, though, she croaked softly, her whole body falling still for a moment. "This looks...beautiful! Brek-kek-kek, coax-coax..." She sounded at a loss for words - no surprise, given the spiritual importance of the moment. The moment the blood was wiped away and a waterproof bandage was applied, she dropped to all fours at Renegade's feet, her legs up and hands out like a crouching frog. "Thank you!" she said, looking up at him with gratitude on her broad, froggy features. "You don't know what this means to me!"
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Harrier armored up again and picked up Gina, using his usual great care to keep her away from the spiky protrusions and razor-sharp edges of his armor. With that, and without another word, he took off into the sky, vanishing above the skyline long enough to activate the cloaking circuits in his power pike so he and Gina could make their way home. - Bombshell wound up spinning one of her more elaborate stories to cover where Caradoc had gone during the fight and why their enemy, rogue SHADOW agents with an unknown agenda, had used a holographic projector to make him appear to be an Omegadrone in order to strike terror into the innocent civilians. It was well later that night, after she'd gone back to the dojo, that she got a telephone call that rang as coming from Steve's telephone.
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Woodsman watched Nighthawk take the double-blasts that he'd seen burn men to screaming meat - he watched her blasted into the far wall and watched an explosion rip through her body, and watched her fall, dead limp, to the floor. He closed his eyes, his heart breaking, and remembered stories of the coming of the Forest, stories of the end of the world. I'm gonna finish it. He turned to Waverider, who'd taken shelter beside him, and grabbed her arm to yell instructions in her face. "The MACHINE!" he called, pointing to where Shrike's blasts were beginning to tear holes in the shrieking, overcharged console that was powering the portal back to his own reality. "SHOOT THE MACHINE!" His hands were working, pulling his magazine free to clatter on the ground, dropping a big, fat arrow into his bow that was sticky to his touch. And with that, he rose to his feet, heedless of the lesser Ferals all around them, heedless of the way home, heedless of the mysterious man who'd gone there, heedless of everything but his target. Just like a Woodsman should be. "Hey!" he yelled, catching the attention of every Feral in the room. "Remember me!?" he taunted before firing a shot directly at Tesla Atom's face, a shot that wobbled in slowly enough for her to bring up her hands to protect her face. The sticky goo inside the bolt exploded when it hit her palms, the liquid expanding on contact with air, splattering against her face and eyes and sending her spinning downward. Dropping his crossbow, Riley ran, his calves exploding with pain as he pushed his all-too-human muscles to their utmost, charging into what he was certain was an agonizing death. He grabbed Tesla Atom by the legs and shoved her backwards, sending her spiralling half in and half-out of the portal that had brought her and the other Feral horrors to this dimension, Reaching up to grab on with both hands, he held her there, snarling up at her as she tried to pull the goo off her face to fry him too. "Wrong dimension! Wrong dimension!"
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Woodsman: stunts Snare 6 (Extra: Regenerating) {12/12} and Power Attacks Tesla Atom Attack vs DC 19 http://orokos.com/roll/383619 = 13 reroll that http://orokos.com/roll/383620 = 29 with the HP, which makes that a crit. Reflex save vs. DC 26 http://orokos.com/roll/383622 = 17 She is bound and helpless. Move Action Riley breaks cover and runs into melee range of Tesla Atom. He surges and attempts a rush http://orokos.com/roll/383628 = 23 Tesla resists http://orokos.com/roll/383629 = 15 Woodsman knocks her back directly into the portal. Waverider is up as soon as I post IC.
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Give me another check, D42
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Ouch! Okay, did you want an IC post for Nighthawk as we start the next round? Nighthawk: 30 - staggered, stunned, disabled Woodsman: 25 Waverider: 17 Feral 7: 12 Feral 8: 11 Feral 9: 11 Tesla Atom: 9 - sickened Feral 10: 9 Feral 11: 7 Feral 12: 6 Shrike: 5
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The Ferals moved in, shrieking their bloodlust, a trio each moving for those who hadn't yet moved fast enough to take cover. Three waylaid Shrike, sending her crouching back in a defensive posture as she blasted away with her ring. For all their madness, perhaps the other three recognized Nighthawk as more of a threat, closing in around her with smart pack tactics that drove her up against a console before she could react. One bit down on her arm, hard, and as she shoved that one away, the thing that had once been Tesla Atom looked up from the pile of half-digested raw meat that Waverider had just forced her to regurgitate. COOK she declared and fired a beam of searing green energy from her outstretched palm, one that struck Nighthawk squarely and knocked her back against the wall. Laughing, Tesla brought up her other hand and fired too, pinning Robin against the wall with a double-beam of searing hot radiation, hot enough that she smelled her costume beginning to burn, and then flesh underneath - an instant before the panel behind her, the metal superheated, suddenly exploded in a fiery eruption that drove shards of flaming metal right through her super-tough flesh!
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"Your willingness to sacrifice yourself for others is admirable," Frankan frosted at Rock, "but the situation here is larger than any of us." She looked around and waved a hand at her marines. "I want to be able to talk to our contractors in private." The marines began setting up privacy screens along the interior lining of the bar's open doorway. "We've never had full access to the genetic material of someone like Jessie White or Aquaria Innsmouth before, nor have we ever taken the power core of a Spectrum Knight armor intact. A few hours of DNA testing," she nodded to her medical contingent, now looking rather at a loss for what to do with themselves, "and one asset forfeiture could mean a generation of clone lines capable of destroying thousands of Communion drones in hand-to-hand combat, surviving on aquatic worlds currently uninhabitable by our technology, Star Navy Marines in armor powerful enough to destroy whole fleets of enemy starships." This was clearly something she'd given thought to - her voice had the calm excitement of a veteran engineer with new blueprints. "Neither of them would have remembered anything but a pleasant trip back to their homeworld," she added, gesturing to her mentat. Her voice was rising in intensity now, and Cavalier was intimately aware of her eyes on him when she said, "If the last few years have taught us anything, it's that the only thing the Republic can rely on is its people. And I won't let our people lose this opportunity." Her wrist communicator cheeped. "Grand Nauarchus," it was Rye-07, the cyborg who'd been part of her personal staff at the Shipyards. "We've detected the extradimensional core of the Spectrum Knight armor aboard one of the departing vessels." Without so much as a glance at the crew in the destroyed bar, the commander of the Lor Star Navy said, "Deploy the gravitic beam."
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Inside the Voidrunner, Aquaria effusively greeted Bliss and Roulette, bounding from her seat with unnatural grace to embrace them both from the front with a hearty bellow of "Pod!" When she was done with that, she scuttled back towards Jessie, scampering along the ceiling with a rapid series of sticky plops before she landed next to whee Jessie was still strapped in,. "Her shoes," she croaked worriedly, "Jessie will miss her shoes." Fumbling around, she peeled off Jessie's disgusting socks, wincing at the sickly feel of the fluffy fabric against her damp skin. "Does anyone have any shoes?" she asked the others as they strapped in.
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Monsoon agreed, rising from her position on the roof where she'd been crouching for her initial leap across the rooftops, and headed back downstairs ahead of Rivera. Privately she thought that Edge was more likely to need a minder than she was; but she was doing her best to make nice with the Freedom City law enforcement personnel. "Thank you," she instead said politely. "I'm sure you'll be a great help. Tell me," she said before they got there, "you must know Agent Tariq's career very well." - "Nope, I'm good!" said Edge with a reassuring smile. A moment later, the two of them disappeared in a noisy flash of light and sound - reappearing with a blue-white zap on the front steps of Freedom City's City Hall. As people took out their phones to snap pictures of the superhero and his escort, Mark waved as he led the way inside the building. "Don't worry," he reassured the diplomat, "they're not gonna get us here. People usually think I must have some kind of master plan, so they start looking for that, and boom, that's when I get 'em!"
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Comrade Frost took in the scene and pulled up his parka, eyes hard beneath his hood. "Revolution speaks a common tongue." He looked around, for a moment a disconsolate expression crossing his stubbled features, before he took the lead. As Jack watched, an icy sheen seemed to spontaneously develop on the Russian hero's face, his already-pale skin dropping to a deathly white. With that strange aura of death magic around him, he looked and felt like the frozen corpse he was. "Let us investigate." Notably free of jokes, he kept his head down as they went, and his eyes peeled for the heatmarks of recent passage in the air or in the sky.
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Sharl didn't respond so much as he kissed down the side of her neck, right down to where it met the junction of her shoulder. His electric touch was like static electricity on a crisp fall morning. "Eira's going to want to see the whole castle," he whispered. "She said she had a lot of questions for Kimber - and that she wants to meet your friend the machine intelligence. Could take a long time," he suggested, with a meaningful look at the hallway outside of the floor's common room. "Right now, I want to get the most out of visiting _your_ place."
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"47?" Frankan inquired of her mentat. "They were fighting in here - they talked..." Samran-47 shook her head, then stared at her commanding officer, eyes wide. "They teleported out - with the help of the Praetorian." The Grand Nauarchus barked a quick command on her commlink - and soon the Voidrunner's security alert was lighting up with the warning lights that bespoke an incoming general-area scan. "When I deploy a major military force, Captain Eclipse, believe me, you will be aware of it." Frankan massaged her temples, suddenly looking her age. "Aquaria Innsmouth is carrying a weapon powerful enough to kill a Star Knight in full armor - Jessie White is strong enough to punch through a starship's hull if left unrestrained. And you just let them leave, even when you had no idea the charges against them had been dropped! Do you have any idea what you might have thrown away for the Republic here? I understand that a Star Knight might not be schooled in military matters - but I thought you of all people would know better," she fired at Captain Eclipse.
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Dimitri gave Erik a reassuring smile - the sort of canned look that Erik had the feeling Dimitri had to give people a lot. "Is fine, friend. I have cut my flesh with bigger things for lesser causes. But your concern is touching." As Talya and Erik figured out how to make their escape from the shed. It occurred to Dimitri that he could easily enough freeze the door and kick it down with his great strength - Talya had seen him do that sort of thing plenty of times. But trusting in his friend's instincts - or at least her desire to move her body around, he stood up and wiped the blade clean with a rag he took from his parka pocket. Holding a lighter to his hand a moment later, he kept an eye on the other two as they went about making their escape. The failed industrial conditions of their temporary prison didn't trouble him any - more so even than Talya, he knew what in 2016 people called a "developing society" looked like. Walking over, he studied the writing on the crates, then their contents, with a disinterested expression.
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Dimitri watched the woman go, shaking his head. "Such a shame." Looking over the paper with Talya, he nodded, "Steam Sheik, yes, I remember him from jaunt to El Alamein. What a fellow he was!" A fellow with a lot of awkward questions about the Turkish peoples who lived under Soviet rule, as he recalled. "Was one of practitioners in ritual that sent him to native realm - could probably do it again here. Jack of all Blades, be good fellow and bar the door, eh? Would not do to let hosts interrupt us in the midst of ritual." He sat down and placed their mystic gateway on the floor of the small room, kneeling before it as he took out the ceremonial dagger. Putting his hand on the dagger again, he commented with a resigned look on his face. "You know, usually in Ace's parties I only must cut something at _end_ of evening..." When Jack had joined them down on the floor, he put his hand on the idol again - and stabbed it!
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I'm not up anymore!
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http://orokos.com/roll/381908 = sickened! Ferals 7-12 and Tesla are up. Ferals 7-9 go for Shrike! The DC to hit her is currently 13. http://orokos.com/roll/381909 = DC 20 Tou save vs. lethal Ferals 10-12 go for Nighthawk. http://orokos.com/roll/381910 = 1 DC 20 Tou save vs. lethal. Make sure you're tracking your injuries, guys. Tesla Atom blasts Nighthawk. http://orokos.com/roll/381911 = that hits! Give me a DC 27 Tou save vs lethal.
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ic Beautiful poetry of the Earth (IC)
Avenger Assembled replied to Tiffany Korta's topic in Elsewhere
Delighted for the chance to finally be out of the car, Richard zipped out with his camera, taking pictures with one hand while reaching into his leather jacket with the other. Hmming at the sight of the strange rock formation, he pulled out a slim, leather-bound volume and began flipping through it at super-speed with his free hand. There were plenty of things on Earth that were magic that _weren't_ in his book of starry spells - but it never hurt to double-check. "So you guys are both hearing music?" he called to Paige and Val, putting his book away for a moment to brush his hair out of his eyes where the wind had blown it. He kept zipping around as he talked, wooshing from one side of the car to the other, keeping a conversation going with the people inside. "What kind?" he asked curiously. "Does it sound local?" -
The Grand Nauarchus entered the wrecked bar with a spring in her step that belied her advanced years, accompanied by a squadron of armored Marines, two medical officers, and a woman of the Samran clone-line whose tags said she was a mentat. "Well, here we are..." She looked around as she walked up to Cavalier, her gaze taking in first Eclipse, then the others, her good humor seeming to fall away at the sight of their missing fugitives. Her eyes flashed - but she didn't raise her voice as she said aloud in a voice that nonetheless carried through the room, "Report." Samran put her fingers to her temple and concentrated, making the familiar focusing gesture used by Navy mentants - obviously trying to either conjure up a recollection of what had happened in the bar or where the missing Jessie and Aquaria had gotten off to. For their part, the Marines took up guard positions at the doors, keeping an eye on the crew inside the bar; outside, the rest of what must have been a whole company was taking up positions inside the small station.
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Jack looked uncertain for just a moment, a crack in that regal armor. "I'm sorry to hear that. We'll do everything we can to make your stay in this city more comfortable." If you are what you say you are, anyway. "Many of us do retain a religious outlook despite our transformation." He thought fast, sorting through the list of those beneath him who took their religion as more than just a perverse fetish. "I can give you some names. As for the man that did this to you, we can help you find him and give him the justice he deserves. That is a pledge with all my heart," he said solemnly. "You may have a King - but you need have no Master in this city save yourself. We're Americans."
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I may have already put Echo in, Bluefish.