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http://orokos.com/roll/262417= 20 I'm going to have Nina extra-effort her way out of this so she can at least act normally, albeit at the cost of becoming fatigued next round. Go ahead and post IC.
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Rampart arrived at the DeWitt Building within a few minutes of getting the signal, conscious as she went of a growing number of police sirens in the neighborhood. There seemed to be a lot of emergency police activity today, the various heroes in the area noticed, all of it heading directly for the DeWitt Building, a three-story office tower at the very edge of Ashton proper. The frosted glass doors emblazoned with the new WYRM logo and full name - World Youth Rescue Movement were closed. But looking closely at them, Cho could make out a single bloody handprint on the glass from the other side. Ripping open the locked doors revealed a scene out of a horror movie - except this one was all too real! Lola, the smiling South Asian woman who usually sat behind the reception desk, was lying on the floor beside her desk still and unmoving in a pool of blood, the security monitors she watched flickering frantically - and beside it was Miles Musenda's cybernetic eye, and part of the head that had once held it. A trail of blood led upwards, towards the rooms where the rest of the students lived. -
Steve sometimes had no idea what was going on when it came to Earth-Prime culture - but Harrier could recognize danger instantly and adapt accordingly. "Yes. You rally the Farsiders. I will assist the evacuation." He turned to Jack of all Blades and told him seriously. "Make sure your sister tends your wounds. Do not work until you faint." Left unspoken was the natural reality that Steve himself would work until he fell without a single complaint. He strode quickly for the force field, trusting that it would be permeable for matter entering from this side. Inside, the Farsiders were obviously tense - but not at the point of panic. After all, they were a population of airbreathers who lived on an airless rock. The idea of evacuation drills and suit prep was something they knew from childhood. He left Jack to speak to the deputy commander of the base, an efficient professional who towered over both men with the usual long, lanky Lunar build, his superior being worked on by medics nearby their conversation. "By atmo, your clade should visit Luna more often!" declared Lieutenant Tri'ennek to Jack, in the central square of the small military complex. "I can't...I can't believe no one died!" When Caradoc reached one particular structure inside the domed compound, a small shelter barely big enough for two people to move around in (as he knew), he quickly began sealing it up - after all, the precious cargo in here might be needed to save the entire planet. He paused for a moment, knowing Gina was only inches from his fingers, before he returned to work.
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Tarva stared at Kimber for a moment, as if judging her, black shadows coiling around her like so many snakes. "Now! Taste the essence of the shadow, pure one, and know the life-in-darkness!!" And with that, she was true to her word in a very real and meaningful sense. She reached out with her shadow-wrapped arms and embraced Kimber, mashing a sudden kiss against her lips. Kimber felt a sensation like oil being forced against her skin, then suddenly permeating it, filling her with a solid, shadowy essence that interacted with her ghostly flesh like water poured into a balloon. When Tarva released her, Kimber could feel the ground beneath her feet, sticky against the deck, the breeze in her hair, the thrum of the station's power core overloading as Bluebird began the core overload with a quiet countdown. The air, when she inhaled, tasted of petroleum. She felt cold, and her skin beneath her fingers was oily and slick to the touch. "The nearest habitable ship is docked to the primary hull, one thousand meters down the corridor and forward," commented Bluebird, its robotic voice heedless of the emotions of the moment. "It is slow and ungainly, but I will be able to activate its extradimensional systems."
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Fast as lightning, Richard had flipped open his Narc-Anon card. "Twenty-five years since I took my last hit, and I still can't stand the bastards who get fat and rich off a' other people's misery. I'm a friend of Kiki's." He snapped the card back in his wallet fast, like slamming shut a switchblade. "The speed's not just an act, in case you're wondering." He looked over at Starlight and went on, "I don't know you either, lady, but it sounds like we've all got a reason to find out who did this. We're all on the same team, right?" The lone-wolf action heroes in the movies Fast-Forward had loved watching as a young man had been terrible team players - he tried to make himself _not_ sound like Stallone. Except better-lookin', obviously.
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Pic is here PL: 10 (150) Abilities: 0 + 0 + 0 + 4 + 4 + 2 = 10 pp STR 24 [10] (+7/+0) DEX 24 [10] (+7/+0) CON 24 [10] (+7/+0) INT 14 (+2) WIS 14 (+2) CHA 12 (+1) Combat: 16 + 16 = 32 pp ATK: +8 (+13 Melee) DEF: +13 (+5 Dodge Focus, +4 Base, +4 Flat-Footed) Init: +11 Grapple: +20/+22 Knockback: -3 Saves: 1 + 3 + 5 = 9 pp TOU +7 (+7 Con) FORT +8 (+7 Con, +1) REF +10 (+7 Dex, +3) WILL +8 (+2 Wis, +5) Skills: 12 pp=48 r Acrobatics 3 (+10) Climb 3 (+10) Craft (Artistic) 3 (+5) Knowledge (Arcane Lore) 3 (+5) Language 2 (Atlantean, English, Base: Lemurian) Medicine 8 (+10) Notice 8 (+10, Skill Mastery) Sense Motive 4 (+6) Stealth 3 (+10, Skill Mastery) Survival 8 (+10, Skill Mastery) Swim 3 (+10, Skill Mastery) Feats: 19 pp Acrobatic Bluff Attack Focus: Melee 5 Dodge Focus 5 Environmental Adaptation (Underwater) Evasion Improved Initiative Move-By Action Power Attack Takedown Attack Skill Mastery (Notice, Stealth, Survival, Swim) Uncanny Dodge (auditory) Powers: 1+2+1+14+14+14+2+9+8+3=68 pp Additional Limb 1 (tongue) [1 pp] Comprehend 2 (speak to and understand animals, Flaw: Limited [underwater]) [2PP] Elongation 2 (10 feet) (Flaw: Limited [Tongue]) [1 pp] Enhanced CON 14 (to CON 24/+7) [14 pp] Enhanced DEX 14 (to DEX 24/+7) [14 pp] Enhanced STR 14 (to STR 24/+7) [14 pp] Immunity 4 (drowning, environmental cold, high pressure, poison, Flaw: Limited [Half-Effect]) [2 pp] BE: Super-Strength 2 (Effective STR 34, Heavy Load 1.5 tons) {4} + Swimming 4 (100 MPH) {4} [8+1=9PP] AP: Leaping 4 (x25, Running Long Jump: 425 ft, Standing Long Jump: 217 ft, Vertical Jump: 106 ft) {4} + Speed 4 (100 MPH/1000 fpm) {4} Super-Movement 4 (Slow Fall, Swinging, Wall-Crawling 2) [8PP] Super-Senses 3 (Acute Scent, Darkvision) [3 pp] costs abilities 10 + combat 32 + saves 9 + skills 12/48 + feats 19 + powers 68 = 150 pts
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As the women arrived, Fast-Forward moved into action with lightning reflexes, both physical and mental. And so it was that Starlight and Miras were greeted with the truly bizarre sight of a famous Discovery Channel host in the middle of the dead woman's apartment, as if this was all a Supercrime! episode about superhuman burglary. "Hey, kids," he said, his voice quiet and tense, as he stood with his arms folded behind his back, keeping an intent eye on both of them, occasionally moving so fast he seemed to blur as he shifted his gaze. "I assume we're all here because of the innocent girl who died because of the poison some scumbag put in her body." His eyes narrowed. "I don't know either of you, but I assume nobody's stupid enough to rob this place right now."
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Tarva had fallen silent, deathly silent, when the station began speaking to them - obviously terrified of whatever entity lay within its storage space, cowering in fear with her hands folded into fists at her side and eyes wide, looking around frantically. When Wraith turned to her, she said in a quiet whisper, looking around for some imminent retaliation. "I have given flesh, and sensation, to the living dead before. It...can be done. It would feel like a living body, and last until your...until it is dispelled.." She looked at Ghost Girl, obviously asking permission, two patches of pale color marring the obsidian aura clinging to her white flesh.
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"I was born after Tronik was digitized by the Curator." The shared conflict with that worthy had been one of the few things that didn't make Sharl suspicious of the Praetorians - having learned in school about their role as the brutal enforcers of a long-dead alien empire, happily overthrown by the united efforts of the nascent Lor Empire. Of course, that turned out to be just our perspective on the fall of the Delaztri. Even the Lor have rejected the 'hostile' interpretation of the Delaztri. One war at a time, Tulink. "I've never had an organic body, or a..." This was also no time for a debate on religion. "If I need support, Temperance is going to begin our backup plan. She'll take you all into the system with her, uh, powers. How's everybody doing?"
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March 7, 2015 WYRM's move to the DeWitt Building had gone well. The new suburban location put the kids in a safe, secure location where they wouldn't be tempted by anything unwholesome in the neighborhood. The nearest restaurant was the Subway across the street, next to the big medical complex, and they were a good twenty-minute walk from the nearest bus station (faster if you had superpowers, of course). The worst trouble they could get into was the tobacco store in the strip mall down at the very end of the street, right where Ashton became unincorporated territory. But the kids were well-supervised - and the old hippie who ran the place knew to keep an eye out for them. WYRM had stayed busy over the last few months, pitching in to help out during the Communion invasion and other crises around Freedom City, doing the subtle work that made sure many of the civilians around the city noticed them and their good efforts, even if they still weren't on the radar of most super-teams yet. "That's okay," the kids were always reassured, "we're doing this work to set the world up for great things - not to make ourselves famous." It was a little frustrating the more glory-minded among them, but they all knew they had bright futures ahead of them. On the morning of March 7, Rampart was out patrolling in the area when the special WYRM communicator they'd given her during her last happy visit chimed. Something was going on that required her special services.
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"Don't put your faith in me," Citizen reassured the Grue, amazed at how easily that thought came to him. "Put your faith in the science of Terra, Lor, and Gruen that got us this far. That's what'll save the day." It was a measure of the gravity of the moment that no one even chuckled at the thought of Terrans and science. With a quick nod to show his farewells, and hide the lump in his throat, Sharl 'vanished'. His telepresence drone settled back to the floor on its little wheels while his cybernetic consciousness flew through the station's systems to the transmitter - and before the organics inside could speak again, he was already being converted to tachyonic energy for the transmission to his next target!
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After giving his friend a quick once-over to make sure he wasn't about to break any so-fragile human bones, Caradoc carefully knelt down and took Jack's hand, raising him upright with uncommon gentleness for someone so big. "We are both in good hands, my friend," he reassured Jack, even as he looked over the other man's injuries. The auto-sealing features on the borrowed Farsider spacesuit had saved Jack from an unpleasant fate when shrapnel tore its tough fabric, but he knew the wounds on the fabric had to reflect wounds within. To match the still-burnt scar carved into the metal and flesh over where the 'Star Knight's sword had struck him. "Miss Americana and Jill O'Cure have sealed the gap in the dome. For the moment, we have warred on the Moon - and won." As he spoke, he cast his head upwards, his gaze looking for the Communion ship that had detached from its armada to raid the Lunar dome - and didn't find it! Comm signals were coming in from the dome. The troops there, who had taken only light causalities thanks to everyone's quick thinking, appeared to be praising their saviors, and thanking the gods worshipped by the Farsiders for their salvation. "Go inside," he urged Jack, heedless as ever of his own injuries. "Rally the Farsiders." Not far away, the multicolored Star Knights had rallied together, the salmon-colored one carrying the broken remains of the crimson-hued 'Knight', the corpse it had once been wrapped around left to lie unburied on lunar soil. Without a word to the organic heroes on the scene, the 'Knights' took off, vanishing after a few hundred meters into the pocket spatial distortion they had used to travel there in the first place.
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Ooh! A good question, ayen.
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You can't find anything medically wrong with him, Graft! You do know that dimensional radiation can be dangerous with long exposure, but he hasn't been exposed to it long enough. (Psst - help clear out the toys!)
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The room erupted in sound as that same voice rang out in a deafening chorus from multiple speakers in multiple locations, scattered through the room. "Good." "Yes, good." "Good good good good good" "Yes! Finally!" "Hahahahaha!" "Hurry!" "<Inducing core breach, warriors,>" said Bluebird in sudden, fluent Kinigosi. "<How long of a delay do you need>?"
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And then another voice spoke, one that filled the chamber despite having the tonality of a whisper. Mechanical, obviously synthesized, it came from the heart of the power core itself - which flashed in crimson time with the words as they echoed through the power chamber. It had been feminine, once. "Are you here to kill me?" Despite the question, there was no fear in that voice - only cold, emotionless inquiry.
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Citizen bent down and put his bare steel hand within inches of the mound, exerting his will over the intellect inside the mound by dint of great mental effort. Or no, he realized, not an intellect at all. "Just a bunch of farking commands about eating and consuming," he muttered, "no brain here at all. You're just a pitiful, mindless, MACHINE," he declared, the robot's eyes glowing an ominous shade of red as he pressed his attack even further, his radio signals bombarding the distributed processors beneath the mound. As Miss A had explained it to him, it wasn't like he was actually controlling them the way some cyberkinetics did - with the way his powers worked, it was like he was taking the units he was signal-jacking and making them part of his brain. "C'mon...yes! Got it!"
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"Okay," said Fast-Forward thoughtfully, thinking about what he'd seen of the other heroes. "Having gotten knocked on my ass once today, I'm not eager to go charging in there right now. Asad, as far as I know you're the one here who can take the biggest hits. Why don't you and Miss Grue take point while we take backup?" he went on, pointing to himself and Hologram. "I can get us in there faster than a normal person can think, and Hologram thinks a lot faster than a normal person." He grinned, teeth white, a snarl of defiance in the direction of the creature they were fighting. There! Who says I haven't matured since 1985? "Maybe we'll have a little food fight in here, see if the gourmet in there likes us screwing around with his creations."
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"Hmm. Well, we'll keep an eye out," said Edge, a momentary concern in his voice that was done by the time he was finished speaking. "But I'm sure it'll be all right," he reassured Cobalt Templar, as ever-worried about his time-lost friend. "Bad guys aren't going to take over the world on Christmas! That'd be terrible!" It was great Corbin had recovered so much from the decades he'd spent stranded in another dimension, kept forever young by his ring, but sometimes it seemed like he'd recovered a little too well. He didn't even change his costume to black in honor of the world he'd left behind him and his lost love! Mark didn't actually know if Corbin had dated anybody back in the dimension he'd left behind, but in his experience that was usually how these things worked. "I'll tell you what," he said, "Nina and I will go pop over and see what Erin and Trevor are up to." Across the way, Aquaria (though wearing somebody's borrowed parka over her Project Freedom jumpsuit) was doggedly trying to entertain a group of kids, jumping and leaping from wall to wall, her sticky finger and toe pads letting her get around and cling to vertical surfaces. She was enjoying being the center of at least a small part of the attention, her tongue occasionally lashing out as the kids cheered. The Pacific, Mark remembered, generally lacked Deep Ones and other underwater creatures (which made a lot of sense now that he thought about it, if _the Communion_ was under Seattle) which meant that an appearance that would have at best brought fear back in Freedom City meant that here she was the life of the party.
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http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4794321/= Nina goes on 15 Curses!
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Sharl tensed. Stupid Set! Bet that so-called god is following me. He-he's such a jerk! "It worked, didn't it?" said Citizen, pulling his hand from the electrical panel with a satisfied smirk. "Nothing deflates a drama llama like turning off the lights and telling them to get off the stage." He grinned at Set as he walked over to Temperance's side. "I'd have liked to take her out too, fast and hard, but I'll take making her run away with her tail between her legs." He put his arm around Temperance and went on. "Catching all the water out of the sprinklers? That was great, babe. You people all right?" he called to the crowd. "If anybody needs an EMT, they're on their way."
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When the cops were gone, Fast-Forward zipped into the alleyway, his footsteps splashing the puddled water there in a quick _zip_ of accelerated motion - at least if you were outside his time bubble. He had a lot of experience with locks, having been the primary lockpick in his various family groups over the years. But the thing about alley doors is you usually didn't need to pick them! He stopped for a moment to check the door itself for prints or other signs of evidence, scrutinizing it at super-speed before he pushed it open and stepped inside the building. Man, thought they'd never leave - does it smell like bacon in here, or is it just me? He'd learned, from long experience and coaching from his lady, that you didn't talk about cops that way to their face if you weren't going to fight them. And not in front of other people if you didn't want it to get to the media...