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April 18, 2015 Southside Hologram was on her way to visit the Howards, a young couple in their mid-twenties with a little daughter named Emma. Emma is five and a little scrapper; a soon-to-be kindergartener who has started manifesting low-level flight and telekinesis. The Howards, young parents with no reported superhuman activity in the family, are nervous about sending their little girl off to Nicholson, even though they were the ones who contacted Nicholson in the first place. The school has a team of counselors and volunteer staff to help with this kind of thing, but one thing that has a proven track record is sending out a parent volunteer to talk to the parents so they do the right thing and get their little kid the education they need. The Howards' home was a small bungalow in the Southside, a neighborhood that has begun to decline in the years since Paige first lived in Freedom City. But this little cul-de-sac is still doing well, a comfortable community of middle-class young families right at the beginning of their lives. Stepping outside, the most ominous thing Paige could see as she looked up at the little red house was a LOST DOG picture stapled to the nearest utility pole. - It had been the Scarab's last case. Well, second-to-last. In the summer of 1978, violent dreams of bloody carnage had woken Alexander Rhodes night after night, scenes of gore far too real to be imagined but with no real way to trace them to a source. He'd been in the process of developing a psionic resonator that would have allowed him to find the source of the mysterious visions, but then the Scions of Sobek had come to Freedom City, and Alexander Rhodes had never done anything else. The Scarab started seeing the visions again last week. Not the same visions; these were scenes of nature, red in tooth and claw, the brutal killing of animals by something fast and predatory - but the psychic 'color' of the visions was just the same. This time the technology does exist to help the Scarab's powers, though, and so it is that within a few days she's been able to trace the source of the visions to one particular neighborhood in the Southside, a middle-class cul-de-sac that's avoided the rising poverty in the neighborhood. - Wail's phone rang yesterday, going straight to the machine with Keith busy in class. The voice on the other end was rough and male, nobody he immediately recognized. "Wail. Come to the Southside tomorrow morning." He rattled off an address. "We need help." Click - and from a cell line that didn't pick up again when Lamar called it back.
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"Qui êtes-vous?!?" came back to Gina like a voice echoing through the cobwebs, a call of fear and loneliness that came through in perfect French. Someone on the other end was certainly getting her message - and they had the capability to respond in a language rather than just binary. Well, that was not what a computer of this period should have been able to do - but then VI had been going beyond expectations since before they arrived. - Down below, Terrifica could get close enough to see movement in VI's bunker. The robots were walking around and building something out of mechanical parts and what looked to be a significant portion of an antique car that had somehow been left below, but she'd have to get closer if she wanted a better look at their construction project. They certainly had the tools for building, both hammers and saws built into their hands and tools they'd actually picked up from somewhere down in the bunker, a mix of both old-fashioned and high-tech material. But as she crouched on the stairs, just out of view of the clambering mechanical army of about a dozen old-fashioned robots, she knew she'd have to sneak her way past those flashing red eyes and whirring mechanical claws.
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The Gorgon's projection seemed to stabilize as Deep Freeze went about her work, the ticcing and twitching of the hologram gradually settling down to a faintly staticy halo of light that surrounded the figure. Her body fully revealed by the projection now, the Gorgon was tall and slender, with three eyes and a nest of snakes that rose from short white hair that stopped just above the neckline of a dark grey jumpsuit. She was, clearly, the long, long-dead corpse sitting in the 'throne' at the center of the room. "Ships. Personnel. Facilities. An alliance. Your proposal is...accepted!" There was no sensation of movement inside the chamber at those words, even as the hologram settled back down to mimic the position of her own corpse. But Ruby's communicator began beeping as her ship's location sensors began tripping - they were on the move, and fast! "Aah, my lady Gorgon," said Dr. Zober, the bear-like scientist having been quiet and attentive during the earlier conversation, "might I trouble you to rescue the-" "Yes, yes, more worshippers," she said impatiently, "they will be..." The Gorgon fell silent again, and suddenly the hologram winked out, leaving the heroes alone in the brain of the world-devourerer!
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OK, you will not be flat-footed vs opponent 2 - though you will still have the effects of blindness. You know people are coming, and you know one is close to you, but that's it. -
Damn. Sometimes his instincts about street life were...mistaken, not out of date, but it sounded like he'd judged the other hero exactly right on this one. Geez, wonder how she got her powers? He thought back to youthful memories of secret government laboratories on the streets of Freedom City - and the sinister experiments carried out against kids from the streets there. Superpowers didn't always mean a good life, either before or after they came in. "Yes, and my wife is sitting right over here. Do you want to talk to her?" Richard replied, his usually light tone perfectly sincere. He knew what street life was like - even if he'd never been quite as desperate as he suspected Starlight was. "I'd have actually had her call you first, but I figured we'd actually met, so this was the best start."
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"Almost five years; ever since I found my way out of our systems onto the Terran 'net." He caught the look on her face and grinned ruefully, "Yeah, that sucked about as much as you can imagine. Miss A says I was taking up most of the computing capacity of the whole area before she was able to corral my program and tighten things down." Putting his hands in his old-fashioned jacket pockets, he sat down; the magnetic enhancements in his projection letting him manipulate the matter around him. "I actually went home a couple of years ago - there isn't anyone else who has superpowers back in Tronik, nothing but the most basic psi stuff." He looked haunted for a moment as he went on, but tried to keep his tone light. "Miss A pulled me out this summer so I could go to Lor-Van and make a pitch for our city. You know, find an empty world, use matter reclamation to build a city, maybe even organic bodies for all of us. Two hours after I get there..." He sat back, the casualness fading from his tone.
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The field overhead was clear of civilians - which was good, because the ceiling began caving in the moment Triakosia moved the earthquake generator. Together, the heroes made a mad dash outward as ceiling fragments came raining down, then whole beams in a deep structural collapse that would have easily crushed them to ribbons as they lingered. They burst out through the security door they'd left, back onto the field, just in time to catch the screaming of the crowd as what must have looked like another aftershock made the baseball diamond crack and groan, the artificial surface splitting into fragments and displaying the broken mechanisms within! But luckily no one was hurt; the bulletproof Triakosia having shrugged off a fist-sized rock that had broken against her spine, and they had a clear path up away from the field if they took the nearby security stairs. Which was good; because they were no longer alone! Zipping back and forth amid the wounded in the stands were at least two dozen flying robots, the size and shape of soccer balls with arms, some acting as nurses, some scanning the area (one flew down and passed a beam of light directly over the heroes before asking solicitously in Japanese "Are you wounded?"), others zipping around overhead on some errand or another. Hovering in the middle of the stadium was an armored figure none of them recognized, for all that his green and gold armor radiated power and hummed with the sound of energized working electronics. He resumed his speech as they arrived, evidently having been caught unawares by the subsidence inside the stadium. "<-just a small subsidence! Everything will be all right, my people!>" he was telling them, his magnified voice reaching every corner of the stadium as those not busy with the wounded watched the armored figure speak. "<Like Kashima, the thunder god of old, I pledge that I will protect Sapporo with all I have. Never again!>" The logo of Namazu Technologies was clearly visible on the chest-plate of the suit; as it was on several of the closest helper drones.
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Give us a post, EternalPhoenix!
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Thursday April 16, 2015 The Cline House Port Regal Don't make it sound like a creepy sex thing - don't make it sound like a creepy sex thing. Fast-Forward reminded himself as he finished tapping in the number for Starlight's drop phone, having exchanged contact information with the heroine after they'd finished their unpleasant encounter with the city's drug trade. Normally he was much more confident about phone conversations, but he'd picked up on some hints in conversing with the young woman that her situation was pretty dire - and he was familiar enough with poverty and desperation to know how the 'optics' (to use a phrase their PR guy Tony liked to use) might look shady to someone who didn't know him well. With his kids playing on the Wii U downstairs and his wife 'listening' to the phone call while she read a book on her iPad across the bedroom, it was easy to forget just how far up he'd come. Until he thought about the look in the eyes of kids like Starlight - and remembered it on his own face. When Starlight picked up, Richard said in a friendly voice, "Hello, Starlight - it's Richard Cline. Are you busy?"
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In fairness I feel I should point that Fast-Forward's Paralyze is Reflex-based.
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"<I'm not part of the building's mainframe,>" said Sharl, switching back to his native tongue too - albeit with an accent Aya had never heard before. "<I'm a citizen of Tronik, an isolate that the Curator digitized over a thousand standard years ago.>" There was no point in keeping that particular secret - after all, he'd gone to Lor-Van to try and get help for his people. Help that was, most likely, not going to happen now. "<Terrans found us a few decades ago.>" He studied Aya and went on, "<I was a messenger during the war, mostly. Not much even the Communion could do to stop a multi-pentabyte data package on a tachyon frequency.>" He smiled thinly.
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Well, Low-Light Vision is not the same as Darkvision. But give me a Notice check, and we will see what you see! -
The guard had a radio conversation on his headset, then said, "All right, you're cleared - with escort." He ushered Corona inside the building, escorting her himself to a meeting room on the upper floors of the building where she'd first arrived. He closed the door, but she had the feeling she was under surveillance even though there were no more Terrans in the room with her. Once inside, a holographic system flickered to life behind a wooden podium at the head of the conference room - but the figure that appeared was not who she expected. With his old-fashioned garb and archaic accent, he looked like a character from a holonovel. "Hello," said the projected Lor (because that was what he almost certainly had to be, especially with an accent no Terran would have ever heard), "I'm Sharl Tulink. I don't recognize your insignia," he commented. "Are you a civilian?" Before the galaxy had gone to the dogs, Sharl might have been suspicious at a non-military Lor showing up on Terra, but he knew just how bad things were for the Republic.
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Reflex save time! DC 20 again; this time Evasion does apply
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Cho is staggered and dazed. Terrifica is up. -
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As the shadowy globe enveloped everyone, Rampart instantly recognized whose power this was - an instant before agonizing pain exploded through her midsection! She couldn't see anything in the darkness, but she had felt the hard, agonizingly painful punch at her back and the subsequent explosion of pain along the side of her stomach. In Cho's ear, Racer Khonchu's accented voice hissed, "This is for what you did to Cho, monsters! I'm taking all of you down - permanently!" When Cho reached down, she felt the razor-sharp claws that had gone through her back, through her side, and out the front of her stomach. The others heard the words and the blow, some could sense movement all around, but only Thoughtspeed could clearly sense the movement of the fast, shadowy figures inside the globe that were skittering towards the various heroes with terrible intent. -
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1 Terrifica: 30 2 Thoughtspeed: 29 3 Phantasmo: 23 4 Cho: 14 5 Thaelia: 11 6 The first enemy character actually attacks Cho! 19 DC 22 Tou save, Cho. (there is one rank of penetrating that forces you to make the roll.) -
Inside, Monsoon thought fast. The SHADOW agent would not be fool enough to threaten a hydrokinetic with drowning, even if she had no idea that Monsoon was herself a daughter of Typhoon. The threat here would be structural collapse or fire - no doubt produced by a bomb to which she would be as vulnerable as any normal human being. "Come, Cannonade," she told the super-strong powerhouse imperiously, "throw that one over your shoulder and strike her like a disobedient child if she resists." For her part, she looked down at the crates of SHADOW gear, tugging at them experimentally with her powers until at last she found what she was looking for - canisters of what was no doubt a liquid poison or explosive, sealed away in a crate for safe storage. Picking the crate up with her powers, she hefted it into the air with a whumpfh. "We are under the river!" she called to Cannonade. "Open the door and I shall clear the way!"
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Fast-Forward will Taunt as a Move Action - something he can do vs. a DC of 20 As a standard action, he will then make another Paralyze attack. 25 That's a Reflex DC of 20 vs Paralyze, +1 for every 2 he missed the bad guy's Defense by up to a total of +5.
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If the device is going to be moved, you should let Triakosia get it - and if you're gonna do that, TiffK, let me know so Reflex saves can be made!
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OK, this looks good - my only question is, I thought Short-Range was only an acceptable flaw on Teleport 4 and above; since she can't teleport long-range anyway with just 3 ranks.
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Fast-Forward: 38
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AP: Paralyze 10 (time-stop, Extras: Alternate Save [Reflex, +0], Autofire, PFs: Accurate 2, Improved Crit 2) {34/38} Like so!
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...okay, I'm not going to be stupid. This is too big for me to fight alone. Wait, crap, maybe it heard that. Right into my... Citizen drew himself up, trenchcoat flying in the air behind him. "Yeah, I died!" he said, spreading his arms wide. "And I didn't leave a ghost behind, because those things aren't real!" He waved his hand at the giant eye, acutely aware of what he was doing but sensing the giant creature was focused enough on his words that it wouldn't attack - for now. "Everyone thought that would freak me out, like ooh, Sharl, you died and nothing happened because you're just a machine." He pointed right at a pupil that could have swallowed him whole. "I never believed in any of that anyway, so why would it bother me, huh? I've known all my life that for all the planets, all the dimensions, all the so-called magical afterlifes...all that matters is here, and now. It's not who you are. It's what you do. Anyone can do the right thing." He swallowed. "Even an average Citizen. You want to know why I fight you? Why everyone fights you, all over this galaxy?" He raised his fists. "Because it's what we do. It's what we are. Life will find a way."