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The approaching army, visible both to the giant Miss Grue and Monkey Wrench's drones, turned out to be like something out of Freedom's myth and legend - albeit a little more modern than the usual sort. They carried muskets on their shoulders and wore shiny blue and white uniforms, yellow brass buttons gleaming in the sunlight overhead. Only their faces were inhuman; not the lizardy look of the townsfolk but narrow, hatchet-faced beaky faces that gave them the appearance of flightless birds gone to war, an impression highlighted by the long legs in those leather-shod boots and the crest of feathers that rose above the head of every man and woman in the field. Cavalry on low-running, giant weasel-things and artillery pieces shaped like roaring dragons complemented an army that could hae marched behind Napoleon...almost. It didn't take long to find what must have been Lord Angstrom's tent - it was the only really alien piece of hardware there, a mobile golden platform (bearing a bright green fabric pyramid) that moved along the grassy plain by means of long, insect-looking mechanical legs. They had some time yet; perhaps twenty minutes, before the enemy forces arrived.
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A form shimmered to life like a black and white image brought to life; a hazy, indistinct figure that was decidedly translucent. It looked up at Terrifica and said something in perfect, fluent English - so perfect it even had a decided Freedom City accent. "I need to get out. I need to see them," repeated again in a tone of great grief. Where had she heard that voice before? The cabbie who'd taken her to the airport to come here? She caught a glimpse of African features and a tall, slender figure - one formed by thin jets of electricity that seemed to come from the substance of the robot army. It was a bit like watching a plasma ball impossibly on the outside and in the open air; but one that made a man! "Too many pieces already! Who are you?!" - "Joseph!" It was practically a mental shout. "I have fought my way through Hell itself to come here! Have you come to take me to the one above, or cast me down again to the one who trapped me below?" The shouting was actually disturbing the mental cobwebs, showing Gina something truly unsettling. She could make out the long-neglected, very simple computer shadowed in darkness beyond, albeit overlaid with some strange patterns that reminded her a little of Sharl's! But other than that there was _nothing_ beyond the barrier; this was a simple computer that had somehow acquired the power of speech out of nothing she was familiar with.
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Another Racer came out of the shadows and went for Rampart with the same ferocious intent - this one fortunately missing despite the grievous wound Cho had sustained, blades slashing past her face without actually penetrating the eyeballs they'd come so close to swiping. Or had she simply been trying to terrify the other girl? It was hard to say; the usually gentle shadow controller having transformed into a furious killing machine nearly overnight - and where the hell had she gotten the ability to summon more of herself?. She had a lot to say, though, her voice grinding out burning hate and dripping spite, a shocking obscenity for one usually so reserved. "I'll cut the real Cho out of you if I have to! I don't care about the war - you stole my best friend!" -
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"It's a pain in the ass, but sure," Fast-Forward tagged the man a few times, his brow furrowed in concentration, then suddenly put his finger over the man's lips as soon as the latter's eyes starting blinking. "All right, dumbass," he went on as if they'd never been interrupted. "Your no-name goon squad is running home to Mama, or wherever they send villains who can't handle a little action. Try something," he said confidently as he took his hand away. "Go ahead, really, I'd love to actually smack you around for real. And I'm the nice one!" he went on, shooting a wink back at Starlight and Miras. "There's only one way you get to go to jail with your mug no uglier than it already is, gruesome. You can either talk now about the whole damn operation, or the ladies here can play Pong using your face for a while. Personally, my money's on the blonde."
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Nina was tempted to crash through the roof as water cascaded down all around them - but she was intimately aware of just how lucky they'd gotten that day. Being with Mark for the last four years had helped give her a good idea of just how important luck was; and how careful you had to be when you didn't have it. "Let's leave this place to the foul grave it deserves." She took the lead, pushing herself to the utmost as she flew down the corridor and up through the doorway they'd first come through, out into the still-sodden headquarters of the nationalists. Leaving nothing to chance, she pointed at the nearby wall. "No time for the door! Run!"
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It is Miras who is up now, bwahaha!
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Racer 2 is going to hit Cho as well (have an HP for your Complication getting triggered here) - http://orokos.com/roll/276929 = 32! Good thing she doesn't have Improved Crit on those claws. That'll be a DC 22 Tou save again, Rob. -
As if summoned (and maybe she had been, given all the telepathy floating around the house), Holly Cline came running down the stairs and down into the kitchen. She wasn't nearly as fast as her dad, but she'd evidently inherited a little bit of the other family knack. Her long, pony-tailed brown hair and big blue eyes suggested someone who was going to grow up to be very pretty - as it was, she had the slight gawkiness of a child who'd recently hit a growth spurt. "Hi," she said cautiously, giving Starlight a little wave. "I'm Holly." She looked at her mother and said "Mom, I'm done with my homework," with the air of a veteran of a brushfire war come home to face a public uncaring of her sacrifice. "What's Dad making for supper?" "Just in time!" called Richard from the window. "Holly, run and get me the vegetables, I need my shiskabob helper out here!" With a great sigh, and noticeably more slowly than she'd come downstairs, Holly began gathering the supplies she needed to go help her dad outside, much to her father's impatience as he started zipping around on the lawn outside, fussing over his sizzling grill.
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Probably a good time to move this thread along.
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OK, that'll be pretty easy. All right, guys, it's time cut time! Go ahead and tell me what your character is doing for the next 24 hours or so, with die rolls for whatever you're attempting.
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"Demigod, hah! I...don't even know the meaning of the word," said Richard with a quick grin. Is...is that like a Demi Moore thing? No, look how young she is, she probably doesn't even know who that is! Think, Richard, think! "Come in, come in." He stepped back to let Starlight into the place, glad to see she'd made it there in one piece. "I'll go get the burgers started," he offered, and then was simply gone from the room with a faint woosh of air zipping in to fill the space he'd left behind. In the kitchen, Starlight could make out a brief tornado of activity as cabinets and refrigerators opened and closed, the door swung wide open...and within ten or fifteen seconds of Hologram's hint, Richard was outside, tossing a match into a charcoal grill. "Hope you like American cheese!" he called through the half-open window.
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You could do a sidekick assigned by the Russian government to work with Comrade Frost! A punishment detail - but for WHOM?
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http://orokos.com/roll/276109 = 25 Terrifica is able to get close enough to see that the robots are building some sort of primitive digging machine out of all this machinery, something that would let them tunnel out through the bunker walls and onto the surface - but also so close that she can tell she's been made!
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For her part, Tarva had been full of good cheer about the trip, though she had needed some persuasion that the Freedom League was going to let her out of the city, even in the company of the people who lived in the DuTemps Building with her. She had kept ostentatiously busy looking over travel brochures with interest, talking with pleasure warm and sweet like molasses about the chance to be out of the city and in real nature, and generally doing her part to seem perfectly normal, or as normal as the occasional melodramatic moan about how she didn't deserve such things could be. Once they were on the plane, though, something of that artifice seemed to fall away. Politely excusing herself for meditation, she had sat in her seat, closed her eyes, and seemed to go out of the world the moment the plane had taken off. With her hands folded in front of her, she might have been asleep. It was impossible for anyone but a psychic to tell.
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"There's _another_ Omegadrone on Earth-Prime?" Yolanda was excited, but it was neither a good nor a bad excitement. It was more the effects of her soul being struck with a live wire as she focused all her energies on Steve, her math homework once again forgotten. "What's her name? What's she like?" "Her name is Argonaut," said Steve reluctantly, "and she is..." He wasn't at all sure how to explain his mixed feelings for the other Omegadrone to a child, so instead he told the truth as best he could. "A brave ally against the Terminus. She is someone for you to know when you are older." "Is she like you?" asked Yolanda, toying with her neatly sharpened Number 2 pencil. "No, she is...more experienced with Earth-Prime. She would have arrived with the invasion forces in 1993." Steve put his big hands on his knees. "It...it would be best if we took a break," he told the girl. "You should go below and find some food, and I will take some air." That got him a suspicious look. "Are you _sure_ you're going out to take some air?" "I never said I was going to go out," replied Steve, not insulting Yolanda's intelligence by pretending to stand up. "The air is the air." She sighed dramatically. "Tio Steeeve..." But she knew she was getting tired and hungry, and to rest when she was tired and eat when she was hungry. So she set aside her homework for the moment and headed for the stairs, clomping down to join the people on the floor below, while Steve remained by the master bedroom.
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"The programming's done," said Citizen with pride in his robotic voice. "I took a part of my central coding, a non-vital part this time, and I permanently reworked the source code of the nanite central directive. It's possible to hack into what I did, but not with baseline Terran technology," he went on, a little judgement creeping into his tone. "As for the world..." The robot looked up. "Asad, I don't actually speak the local language," he confessed, turning his rounded head to look at the Arabian hero. "Can you stay and tell the local authorities what happened? I know there are supers in this part of Terra too. The rest of us had better start making our way back to Freedom City - from all the 'Net chatter, I think they need all hands on deck."
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ooc And Two More Shall Take Its Place
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http://orokos.com/roll/276028 = 17 She juuust makes it! Go ahead and post IC -
With its green lawns and pretty houses, this part of Port Regal really did look very nice. The address she'd been given led her to a quiet neighborhood that seemed to be full of families - kids playing in yards, SUVs in driveways, and even one brave father trying an April barbecue. Living here couldn't be cheap this close to the city, but at the same time she'd certainly seen (or at least heard of) far more expensive neighborhoods in town. The Cline house turned out to be a comfortable-looking two-story brownstone, complete with brightly painted mailbox along the front sidewalk and neatly-mown grass. At her knock, Richard answered the door, the smells of cooking food and the sound of television wafting from the house behind him. "Hello," he said with a smile, "nice to see you again." In his Supercrime! sweatshirt and slacks, he looked more like a suburban dad than a superhero. "Honey, Holly, our guest is here!" he called back into the house.
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Good question, Shaen! Nothing on the killer's scent - but you notice a familiar machine oil smell from Kashima and the robots.
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Flying outside revealed an apocalypse to Triakosia - the sheer extent of the earthquake was far worse than she'd thought. Sapporo was slumped, from suburb to suburb, with buildings smashed or tottering, and fires were burning all across the city. There were a pitiful few emergency personnel on the scene at the stadium; mostly those who must have already been working security, but it looked like it was going to be a long time before anyone came to pick up the machine. Net-Fly saw the same thing once he was out of the protective bubble of the dome - a disaster worse than anything he'd seen in his young life. Just when he was beginning to really worry about his stepfather, he caught sight of Greg down below, still in the company of the investor he'd been trying to woo back before this nightmare had begun. Greg saw him and waved, but didn't call to him amidst the crowd of wounded. Which made sense - the city needed Net-Fly more than it needed Serge right now. Cell service was working, at least, even if almost everything else seemed to be down right now. Grimalkin's abilities made her a god, or at least incredibly popular, and she soon found herself swamped by needy people. It wasn't long before Gretchen's primary duties began to center around making lines and keeping people organized as they came to the magical heroine for succor! This wasn't like disasters she'd lived through in Freedom City; outside of the small group she'd joined up with early on, it didn't seem as though that there were any superhumans here to help the city. That was odd; Japan had superheroes aplenty, but where were they now? As he approached the armored figure, who had landed to speak to the police as well, Kingsnake noticed that he could detect nothing inside the armor. It wasn't as if the armor was empty, as even the machinery was silent - just that it was shielded heavily against any leaks in sound or other sensory weaknesses. "Yes, we were fortunate, weren't we!" For his part, the armored figure seemed to enjoy the limelight, his voice booming across the stadium's warped floor. "As dreadful as this was, Kashima must have been watching over us to make sure this was no worse than it was. It was fitting indeed that I took his sacred name." Kashima took off with a roar of jet boots, leaving behind the feeling something was going on - and the distinct, unmistakable aroma of human blood. The police had listened to Kingsnake, even dispatching a few officers to investigate his story, but it was clear for now their attention was focused on disaster relief. And soon, under the watchful eye of Namazu Technologies' robots and their armored leader, so was almost everyone else...
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Let's see a Stealth check, EP, if you want further sneaking
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Tick tick tick - it was a rough situation, but it was nothing new to Fast-Forward. Better make sure he doesn't shoot the girls, though. "Don't you know _anything_?" declared Richard, spreading his arms wide and getting the gunman's attention. "I"m the fastest man alive! I _run_ away!" Fast-Forward smacked the man across the face, instantly freezing him solid. "Not from chumps, though. Dumbass," the speedster declared, pulling the gun out of the 'paused' mastermind's hand. "You pulled a gun on _me_." He looked to the others. "Listen, this wears off after a minute, so if either of you have anything that ties people up or knocks them out all the way, now's the time." He cracked his knuckles. "I'm gonna start stripping this guy in about a minute here if none of you have any better ideas. I don't want him pulling some death ray out of his ass and setting the place on fire."
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"For a couple of hours. I came in on the Vox and I traveled around Ohtlav for a while." Sharl looked away, rubbing his projected hands together. "I...there wasn't anything I could do. Anything anybody could do. They sent me out on the Vox just before the second wave hit, just before they...they atomized the planet." He reached up and scrubbed his eyes, feeling the wound peel back in his mind. "It was my first time on Lor-Van. All my life, I'd heard about the beauty and majesty of the Republic, the world we lost when we went through the vortex...and it was true. It was _all true_." He looked up at Aya, unable to fight the tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he said suddenly, "I'm sorry, I couldn't do anything to help. I just had to watch it all happen."
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