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"Oh!" said Eira, eyes blazing with righteous fury at the sight of the wounded drone. She thought suddenly of how deeply that spike would have penetrated into Mara's flesh if it had gone into her rather than the drone - not as deep but certainly deep enough - and her lip curled. "What jävla did that?" she demanded as she looked at the machine, sounding for all the world as if she was about to go out looking for them herself. Stay calm, stay calm - you're here for a reason. "Er...I am sure you have it well in hand, yes?" She smiled, showing those perfect white teeth. "Mara, I...I have something for you." She handed the box over to Mara, heavy and obviously powered by something electrical inside. "I know it is late - but, ah, thirty is a big year, yes?"
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Eira smiled down at Puppy, a restrained version of the infectious glee she'd once had the sight of the little mechanism. "Hello, valp!" She cocked her head and vocalized aloud: "Social." She clarified by accessing the building's computer network and uploading an image of December 2021's calendar with a date circled and the number 30 written on it in a mechanical hand. Eira had not been present for that particular day. She hefted the box in her hand as a signal of what she meant. As the elevator went down, the familiar shape of a translucent, scuttling spider crawled out from her hair to perch on her shoulder. Ping looked down at Puppy and drummed its forelimbs on Eira's shoulder, a greeting between two not-quite-sentient machines.
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Spring 2022 HAX When she was in America, it was not unusual for Eira to stop by Mara's place to collaborate with Ryder, or just to carry a message from Miss Americana to her erstwhile colleague. But Ryder wasn't at work on the April morning when Angelic landed on HAX's roof, her blue and gold cape flying behind her in what was actually a raging storm. She was tall and blonde in her adult body, looking a bit like a Viking warrior, a bit like her biological mother, and if you looked closely quite a bit like Miss Americana, right down to a costume in Swedish patriotic colors. Showing unaccustomed hesitation, she stood there in the driving rain, carefully clutching a plastic-wrapped box under her arm that bulged about the size of a loaf of bread, before she strode for the elevator down into the main body of the building.
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"In addition to accessing organic memory, I am capable of drawing from the complete Rurland database as well as the global information network," said Farah pleasantly. "Thus learning in the conventional sense is unnecessary. You sound agitated," the hologram went on, "would you care to rest, or partake in refreshment?" Eira made a noise like an overflowing teakettle. "Oh! A fine piece of diplomacy this is." She turned to Kay and said, "Are you just going to let him sputter?" Kay shot Eira an annoyed look and said to Davyd, "Farah is a system created for diplomatic purposes using the mind of a volunteer, not the remains of an organic mind. What you are describing would be monstrous." The disgust in her voice was perhaps the realest emotion Davyd had yet heard from the spider-girl, with the possible exception of the hidden affection in her sniping with Eira. For her part, Eira had walked up to a panel on the wall and laid her hand spread wide on it, her dataspike emerging from her wrist to bury itself in an access port. Her eyes were half-open, but Davyd could see where they had rolled partway back in her head. There was silence for a barely perceptible instant, then "This is the hologram of a fetus describing what it is to be in the womb, yes?" she asked Kay, her voice gone low and throaty. "You do not have a mind who can talk with him yet." "Would you force a baby to be born too early?" asked Kay with a shrug of her additional limbs.
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"Most likely. Follow my lead," she said, pointing towards the nearby small building that was supposed to hold the TV crew and Daisy but seemingly held something very different tonight. It was a mobile trailer now a semi-permanent part of the overall community center's complex, the sort of place a school district might have shoved an extra classroom or a hospital an extra office space. With that, she snapped open her costume's belt and drew two long, crackling batons that sizzled with electrical energy. She pointed one at the ground and fired it, producing a sudden surge of slate-grey gas that erupted outward and filled the scene. "Come on!" With that she ran, lowering her head and charging forward, bullets cracking from the windows of the side-building, telling her she'd guessed right about where they were going. -
Spring 2022 Eira spent an unusual amount of time crafting this message - the twenty or thirty minutes she'd spent on it had been nearly an eternity for an artificial mind such as her own. Various versions of it were going out to certain people, albeit with certain edits. The gist of the final paragraph was this: "So anyway - it should not be surprising that a mind like mine would experience emotional upheaval in a child's form, having by then rapidly moved beyond such things given my rapid development. I would not claim dysmorphia for myself - I am Swedish, not English - but surely it is an inevitable consequence of uploading such as mine. Naturally even with an artificial brain, some emotional control would be compromised. Since uploading into my adult body I have had a chance to think more carefully. I have been reviewing my past conversations with you-" which was easy enough since she had perfect recall of all of them, in all forms, and would until she chose to delete them, died, or the stars went out - "and I at times allowed the anger I was feeling at myself to speak instead of my real feelings for you. You are my friend. If I ever gave you cause to think otherwise, I apologize. Yours, Eira Katastroff Natt och Dag." When the message was done, edited for its various receivers, she sent it out with a nod - and then with a sigh, raised her eye protection and reactivated the plasma torch. This probe wasn't going to cut itself open; and maybe today she didn't want to see her messages right as they came in. She signaled the player in the room to get back to Deceiver "louder!" and smiled as plasma hit super-tough metal.
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Across the room, Neko giggled discreetly, putting a hand over her mouth, as she listened to Ryder and Natalia flirt. She caught Owain's eye, sweeping alongside her, and flicked her eyes over at their two friends. "It's enviable; they are so graceful; when cats cross in love," she quoted Ochi Etsujin from memory in a low whisper. Owain blinked a few times and realized that while he didn't get it, he got it. "Oh, I see! Well, that's only fitting, his sister is here. And a high time too, I saw the way those two looked at each other. No doubt he will introduce her to his father when the chance arrives." It was a shame Ryder's mother wasn't there to be part of such a courtship. "I don't think it will be...that," said Neko considering her words carefully. "But it is a fine thing." She considered what the Espadases would do on such an occasion, then carefully put her fingers between her lips and blew as loud a whistle as she could. When Ryder and Nat looked their way, she winked at them with one over-large cat's eye, then went back to her sweeping.
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Tou vs 25: https://orokos.com/roll/937308 24! I'll take it
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They all went back to work - and some of them sang. Neko taught them all a 'grinding song' that she had sung on her family farm when she was very small and the world was so big, in a dialect so old that even Ryder could only follow a little of it. She obviously was a very talented, albeit untrained, singer, and more than able to work and sing at the same time. Owain's taste in music was perhaps a little more recent, a Gilbert and Sullivan number he'd picked up during the Second World War, one he sang with great enthusiasm albeit relatively little skill. Friend appeared occasionally as they worked, seemingly free to express herself now that she knew these were indeed friends. Actually getting magical expertise on the scene took some debate about exactly who to call; Owain took the position that obviously Phantom or Ouroborous were the right people to consult, since they were the leaders of the magical community in Freedom City and quite wise, even if the former was put in the position of enforcing the laws of magic "as any sensible leader would". Neko had little to say on that particular subject, only to stress that they must be careful which adults they named as Friend's ally. "A picture that lives will have --- power."
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Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Grenville and Ashton
Patriot II: 20 Thugs: 20 Not A Thug: 17 Daisy: 11 Horrorshow: 5 Patriot drops a gas grenade at their feet and makes a break for it! Thugs open fire on the gas - low they miss automatically from the grenades, high they can actually roll https://orokos.com/roll/936843 = they don't hit anything, though! Not a Thug and Daisy hold their actions. You're up as soon as I post IC -
"My biological originator has been fully uploaded into the core processors of Rurland," said Farah with an even tone. "I am a non-sentient analogue available to answer all your questions." Eira made a gesture emulating something that machines probably did not do and that Kay seemed especially unlikely to do. "Skitsnak," she added, glaring not at the projected entity but at Kay. "You do not have the computing power to do that," she went on, annoyed - albeit with a trace of doubt in her voice. "So you have been told," hissed Kay, her tone pleasantly biting as Farah floated in mid-air and looked at Davyd. It was cold in here, the temperature noticeably lower than even the chilly outside, but it didn't seem to bother the machines at all.
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like any cat, you sometimes have to gently put her down or maybe shove her off!
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Neko drops an illusion on the Gentleman to try and keep him flat-footed. 18 inadequate! I'll spend an HP on Bluff: 29 Owain bites Fiery Fury! https://orokos.com/roll/936445 He's got improved crit, so that's DC 27 on that save.
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Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Grenville and Ashton
I think this is an excellent time for initiative! Patriot: 20 Thugs: 20 Not A Thug: 17 Daisy (if it comes up): 11 -
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It's called working the room! thought Richard without heat. If everyone thinks you're harmless, they're not going to stab you in the back. He let Will go so the boy could hit on Pacer, shooting a finger gun his way as he briefly circled the pack. Now that he thought about it, Speed Freak was maybe not quite as harmless as he'd remembered, but what could you do about that? The cosmic types tended to object to whoever threw the first punch, even if they threw it faster than the eye could see. "It's not so bad," he told the other man sincerely, "Get paid regularly and hassled a lot less. Scuse me." He zipped back next to Velocity and continued their conversation. "Man they grow up fast," he said, shaking his head. "No pun intended. Glad everybody's doing all right."
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The flaming sword whipped towards Neko's face and she bent at the waist, impossibly agile for a human girl, the blade passing by over her face so close she could feel its heat. That sword cannot frighten me! When she came back up, her hands were behind her back as she leaped backwards, landing on her feet as her tail switched back and forth behind her. "Pathetic," she sneered, drawing on the lessons she'd learned about how to taunt on the battlefield from both Crimson Katana and Jack of all Blades. She dodged another strike, bounding backwards with every move as her ears twitched atop her head, finding her target as she shifted her weight to her left foot. "You are clumsy fool, Yankee! Come and get me if you can!" She leaped backwards again and this time leaped high in the air as she went, twisting away around her flexible spine as the Fiery Fury leaped for her, blade extended.
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Owain holds his action till the Fiery Fury goes.
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There was no sign Neko was reacting to Leon; and anyone watching could see her eyes staring wide, light reflected in them like a cat's, as she studied the scene before her. Outside, the giant skeleton leaned closer, closer until its face seemed to fill the window it had smashed open. In a multi-tonal voice that was clearly audible as the sounds of multiple humans screaming wordlessly, it said Throw down your weapons and flee, Yankee fools. Meanwhile, a large wolf burst past the bear-handed man and right through the door, turning to take up a defensive position there that guarded those that hid within. Owain had sense enough not to betray their presence by speaking, but he gave a deep, menacing growl all the same to any that approached.
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Notice check for Owain: 30
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Owain is going to go guard the teens and ready an action to bite anyone that harms them, taking 10 if they're minions otherwise rolling a 14 Neko is going to drop an illusion on the villains encouraging their surrender: Bluff: 24
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"Hologram is volunteering with Bryant's elementary school class for their first big field trip, hanging out with some real honeys over on Sanctuary, if you know what I mean," he added with a cheesy grin. "But that's what's great about living in Freedom City, you're never more than a few steps away from some superhero action. How's Mr. Velocity and the little shaver?"
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This was not Fast-Forward's first rodeo. He'd been his daughter's age the first time ancient beings of unfathomable power had challenged him to be part of a race; though in that case it had been the Roman gods and Mercury had been an awfully poor sport about the way Clock Queen and Tempus Fugitive had tried a little creativity to win the competition...well it wasn't like that guy from the Forever People had been seriously hurt. Then there'd been Mercury looking for a race back in the early 90s, then that thing for charity around the time Will was born... So he'd talked things over with his wife (telepathy and super-speed were an unbeatable combination), grabbed a bottle of water and an energy bar, and even gotten a very literal wish instruction from his teenage daughter just to make sure these guys were on the level. Just in case he won. Truthfully he didn't really expect that, but you never knew. Really, he was here for other things. Things called networking. And brand identity. Certainly he was rocking the latter, wearing mirror shades and a purple-blue jacket that showed off his synth-pink Fast-Forward! T-shirt. "Well what's up dudes and dudettes and duderiones!" he declared into the camera on his phone as he zipped out into the crowd, recording some footage for the Fast-Forward/Hologram Netflix special. "This is Fast-Forward coming to you from the mystic realms beyond, where me and some of the fastest people on Earth are going to have a little contest to decide who's the most radical." He looked around at the others and said with a wink for the camera, "I may let these kids win just to make 'em feel better, we'll see. Hey it's Get-Away, what's up Poppin' Fresh? Gumball Rally, what's up sweetheart? Speed Freak, my man, up top!" He pointed his finger dramatically at his own camera and declared "don't do drugs! Faster Pussycat, gotta respect somebody who knows a little thing about the classics, and heeyyy Johnny Speed, how's it...hangin?" He seemed on a stronger footing with the League member. "Velocity, how's my other favorite super-mom?" Thoughtspeed, being his oldest son, got a: Hey boy. I know this isn't your first time in the big leagues so I won't talk to you like you're a little kid. Just keep an eye on some of these goddamn lunatics.