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Monsoon laughed, and it was a rich, throaty laugh that she had spent time practicing when Mark couldn't hear. "Mwahaha!" Her eyes bled red until they were solid orbs of crimson, and with a thought she grabbed up the water in her own body and flew into the air. Hovering above the crowd, she reached out into the crowd and snatched the leader helplessly into the air, a ripple of diamagnetic hydrokinesis in the air that looked like a miniature black tornado as she held him far above the crowd and the street below. "Behold, the leader of the master race!" she declared mockingly. "How high above the little people you are! You thought you had found a bunch of helpless cattle you could abuse at your whim," she sneered, "but instead you have found MONSOON!"
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Move Action: Monsoon flies 100 feet straight up in the air Standard Action: She reaches out and grabs the leader with her Damaging Move Object. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4735670/= 17 She will grapple him and lift him up in the air Grapple http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4735671/= 35!
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http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4735668/ Nina goes on 13
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"...yes." Harrier didn't comment further on what Yves had said, but the words struck him to his core. Happily, they also left him with very little to say. With the obvious question asked, Steve took a pretzel of his own, dipping it into several of the sauces around the tray - a little belatedly he saw that Erin had broken a piece off first, but he did his best to cover his error by taking a huge bite! So many foods, so many flavors, he thought a little distractedly. As they sat, he was struck by the inescapable thought of the building in flames and those inside torn apart by the screaming pikes of Omegadrones, but this was not a particularly strange thought for the former drone and so he did not comment on it. "What have you learned from Australia?"
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http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4735574/they fail the Drain by 9 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4735575/and the Tou save by 13 Their Tou is now at 1 and they are staggered, disrupted, and disabled - i.e., they are screwed as a force! But not as individuals. Wraith is now up
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Tarva screamed in terror and the shadow screamed too, reaching out with hungry, grasping fingers for the Omegadrones that surrounded them. But the drones had come prepared, for shadow magic if not for Tarva, and suddenly brilliant lights flashed bright in a neon-blue glare all through the room. The advancing drones glistened like so many hellish knights as they stalked towards the heroines, and Tarva covered her eyes, obviously staggered by the omnipresent glare that had destroyed every shadow in the room. She stumbled backwards against the wall, her inky black aura transforming into a nearly opaque shell. "My doom has come! Just as I knew it would!" she declared, and for a moment there was a distinct note of triumph in her voice even now. A moment that faded quickly as a shrieking powerpike came closer and closer to her face. "Save yourselves, my friends! Destroy the doomdrone forge before it can destroy you!"
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Tarva, screaming in terror, attacks! She launches a full +5 Power Attack, sure, why not. Attack vs DC 14 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4735302/= 11 Aw, balls. =p OK, Ghost Girl is up
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Richard zipped around the house during the conversation, following his wife's mental directions, and soon had gathered up an impressive quantity of brand names from their pantry and bathrooms. "That should be enough," he commented, placing the detergent in a white wicker laundry basket. He knew Paige only half-followed his mental conversations at super-speed when she wasn't concentrating, so he spoke mostly to himself as he worked. "Whoops, the other stuff!" He zipped into their editing room, following Paige's train of thought even as she made it, and returned with a cardboard box full of film editing equipment. "Hah! Butt splicer. It even sounds like a melee weapon," he said, holding the old piece of film equipment by its arm so that it looked like a badly-angled club. "Hmm. Better get the video stuff too. Ooh, you know what I bet we need? Is magnets!"
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Outside, Sharl was standing on a streetcorner in a puddle of coffee, just bending down to pick up the emitter he had dropped - luckily nobody had noticed that particular lapse, or had mistaken it simply for a spilled cup. He picked the unit up and slipped it back in his pocket when Eliza approached. "It's so...it's so busy here." He looked down at Eliza and found himself asking a question he'd asked time and again on Earth. "How do you stand this place? There are so few people in all this space, but they're in each other's space, every minute of every day, so there's no way to hide yourself, to be yourself..." He looked around. "It's like ants taken out of the ground, who huddle together because that's just how they do things."
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All right, that's a DC 24 check for the guy to resist punching Nina.
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Nina's relationship with the faith of her mother was admittedly on the shaky side. Amir al-Darsah had encouraged public shows of piety for his population, but had made clear to his children that religion was simply another tool a king could use to craft a state out of a quarrelsome people. But when confronted with an enemy of her people, her faith, and 1500 years of history, especially when she stood as the spokesman for so many people who could have been her subjects in another world, the the words seemed to come like lightning. "Your land is a degenerate outpost of a degenerate continent. Your grandchildren will dance in quaint Dutch fashions for the benefit of fat American tourists, and go home to watch Chinese movies on their Socotran televisions." She got close, carefully keeping her hands at her sides and away from the sword hilt that protruded above her shoulders, and whispered too quietly for the cameraphones to hear, "Do you know what Englishmen call a Dutch wife?"
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In times past, this would have been a simple problem. Nina al-Darsah would have thrown the fool to the ground, crushing him with the weight of the water in his body, and put her boot on his neck while declaring, "I fancy myself your rightful ruler, FOOL!" But times had changed - she had no diplomatic immunity now and was in the country on a tourist visa rather than a student's. Even if she fought her way there, neither the American nor the Socotran embassy would offer her succor if she attacked a man on the street who hadn't attacked her first. Say, there's a thought. "I am Monsoon," she replied grandly, and yes that was unquestionably Nina al-Darsah's voice. "Daughter of a race that mastered science and mathematics while yours still wallowed in their filthy huts and loped behind petty tribal chiefs." Her costume couldn't hide a sneer as she took in the man and his crowd. "How little has changed! I hope you like the neighborhood," she informed him cheerfully. "You'll be seeing a lot more of it in the future."
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"A shame," commented Frost. He rustled around in wooden desk drawers for a moment, their sides squeaking, before he found a device with which Bloodline was completely unfamiliar. "This is manual tape recorder. Steel tapes, as are used in airplane black boxes." That required some further explanation, which he did patiently before going back to work on his chemical processing. "Price of serum and blood," he said frankly, "is that you describe future vampire plague for the record. Leave nothing out, however inconsequential it may seem." Hmming, he picked up a test tube full of a reddish-green ooze made of a mixture of Bloodline's blood and some chemicals he'd had on his desk.
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ic Incursion: Meaning in Destruction
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Unknown Space
It only took a few seconds for a response to crackle into the Kavaca's speakers. "Kavaca, this is the Lighthouse. We are detecting multiple inbound craft and a time-space distortion in high Earth orbit. Our orbital defenses are mobilizing to respond. What's your situation? Is this a Communion attack?" The voice spoke with a heavy accent that Sitara didn't recognize, but whoever was on the other end spoke what sounded like pretty good Lor. Meanwhile, on another channel, one of the Hunger ships was sending an image of the other side of the planet - the antipode, where Lelak himself was. A portal to a planet nobody recognized was visible, and a wave of rockets was passing through it. Dragonid got there too late to stop the rockets from making their way through the portal - he just had time to see clearly through the translucent cover of one of the rockets that what was inside was clearly a grey-skinned humanoid baby before the rockets themselves passed through the portal and onto the other side. Meanwhile, Lelak was still on the line. "<What are you doing?!>" he demanded, anger crackling in his voice like lightning. "<Why are you trying to stop them?!>" -
The decor in the GBN corridors had once been cool, gray, and dignified; but now each floor was a grim ruin of unspeakable carnage. Most windows were shattered by catastrophe, the world outside a spectacle of terror. In the openings of the broken windows, young spiders as big a man's fist weave their webs, chattering to themselves in an unholy tongue. As the heroes made their way up the stairs, quick security checks revealed two or three adult spiders, the size of a horse, maintaining clearly-marked territories on each floor. The few hallways not blocked with webs lead to empty offices - or rather, offices empty of people. Frost's face was expressionless as they went, the snarky cold controller frozen with horror at what they found. Finally, after two stories of watching their backs at every turn, they reached the upper level - the penthouse studio that had been their original target This had been a high-ceilinged, immaculate reception lobby. Now bones and refuse were piled in every corner. Blood stained the expensive carpet. At the reception desk, now smashed, a thing munched on a haunch of meat -- a thing that might (by the tattered remains of her clothes) once have been the secretary who worked there! Now she, or it, was a squat, misshapen insect with bulging compound eyes - one that hissed and scuttled up through a hole in the ceiling at the sight of the heroes! Behind the secretary's desk, a carpeted ramp leads up to a double door made of thick walnut and labelled EXECUTIVE BOARDROOM. Through it, came unsettling sounds of wet, liquid movement - and scuttling. "Suggest we kick in the door. And destroy all in the room."
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ic Incursion: Meaning in Destruction
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Unknown Space
With a deep bass rumble, a line of rockets erupted from the ground and flew straight through the wormhole towards a planet that was clearly Terra! Sitara could see the hauntingly familiar outlines of the continents she had left behind so long ago, but now the nightside was covered with the glowing gossamer webs of an advanced civilization! As they watched, the rockets headed through the portal and began to spread out, clearly making a beeline for Sitara's lost homeworld! Meanwhile, a familiar voice hissed to life on their radio. "<This is Lelak. I have activated the antipode - and I see your system is live as well. You should proceed to your next task.>" -
"Well, porheps far future time travel techniques are more advanced than what we have in slow modern age. After all, you have time machine!" exclaimed Frost, trying to stay jovial. "It may not be so bad. Now hold still." He jabbed Bloodline with the needle, which felt silvered as it dug into the vein to extract the stuff that passed for blood inside the time-traveling pseudo-vampire. "There we go, that's the stuff," he commented. "I will experiment." He headed back to his lab table to work, wishing (not for the first time) that he had a stronger background in chemical analysis. "Where have you been living?" he inquired as he set the blood sample to boil. "Since your arrival in magic time vessel."
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"Going now," declared Sharl with a little more emphasis than was really necessary as he disengaged himself from the suddenly legsy Set. Disengaging oneself from conflict had been a hard lesson to learn - once you pushed past a Tronikian's social bubble, the filters usually weren't there, but it was an important lesson for all of that. Especially when dealing with people who weren't actually criminals. Stupid. He cursed himself inside his head. I just made myself more interesting. By the time he'd stood up, his legs were solid again. "Let's walk and talk," he suggested to Eliza, letting her pay since he didn't actually have money. He looked at Set, one last cutting remark on his lips - My name is Rex! I am a scientist! - and turned, stricken, and headed for the door.
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Frost stared up at the other man as a clear image came into his head. He would freeze the time traveler solid, incinerate his remains in the waste disposal of his laboratory, and then plague and time travel problems would all be solved in a moment. But no, I am no longer that man, to solve every problem that way. "I have some experience with time travel, though not personally. Time travelers often attempted to...do harm to Soviet leadership." He was on the move now, pacing around the floor until he was directly behind Bloodline. "New future can be made, but old future cannot be killed. So no doubt comrades will be waiting for you after famous time travel victory!" he declared cheerfully. "Now hold up your arm, and I will take blood sample," he went on, holding up a big old-fashioned hypodermic needle.
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The loss of electronic devices had been a small price for Richard to pay, given his conscious desire to avoid the dull trappings of the uncool reality of the 2010s. But the loss of the television had hurt - especially with the game on. He'd wound up zipping around the house, running to the store to buy some new books (only to disgustedly have to leave after waiting in line for nearly ten minutes), and generally getting on his wife's nerves in the middle of an already nerve-wracking situation. But he knew how to make himself scarce, too, and so he hadn't earned The Look in a good half-hour. He was rocking out to Flock of Seagulls on his vintage Walkman as his wife flipped through the TV channels, the music helping distract him from his boredom as well as the really horrible-looking stuff on the television. Yeah, it really is for the best we skipped the Discovery Channel he reflected as Paige left the TV idle to get the phone. "Hey, I remember her!" he exclaimed as Paige picked up the phone. "She's all right!"
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"I..." Fast-Forward sat back for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing. "Ah, damn! Listen, man, I gotta call a raincheck on the house thing." He looked a little pained. "My wife just reminded me of our leasing agreement. It actually has a no undead and nothing to terrify the neighbors clause, can you believe that? And we need to honor our lease agreement, it seems, because that's how the kids go to school. And evidently I need to stop bringing home people I meet when I'm having beer!" He threw up his hands, the very image of a long-suffering husband. "But the TV thing is still on, man." He took the roses and said, "I'll take these home, maybe they'll sweeten her mood. And I will definitely be by about the TV thing; we gotta get something good for Spookuary this year." He handed Phantasmo his card, hardly flinching at all the man's decay.
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Incursion: Meaning in Destruction (OOC)
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Archives
Traveler: That is TERRA, oh snap! You are also aware that several smaller wormholes linked together (as described by Lelak) can indeed be used to transport a target an even greater distance -
ic Incursion: Meaning in Destruction
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Unknown Space
Moon-Moth stuck his head inside the tubes. The sealed tubes were an interesting story - blue-grey pointed cylinders with bright red tailfins and nose cones stacked downward as far as he could see. These, clearly, were the source of the rocket fuel mixture he'd picked up. But what purpose could they possibly serve? Even in happier days in this system, rockets like this would have been lucky to make orbit. They looked deliberately primitive to his practiced eye; as if cast in the shape of old-fashioned craft by skilled engineers. The broken tubes were a tangled muddle of grit, sand, and broken bits of metal - and what looked to be thin, gossamer bones small enough to have easily fit in Moon-Moth's cupped digits. Much to everyone's relief, the EM discharge did not destroy them - or set Moon-Moth's head on fire. Sure enough, in the glowing sky above them, a wormhole began to take shape, the gateway's other side flickering a few times before settling down to a distant blue-white world barely visible on the other side. It did indeed look like a smaller version of the wormhole that the Communion had opened inside Lor-Van. Meanwhile, Moon-Moth heard a distinct sound of rumbling from the tubes beneath his feet. -
Sharl smirked and sipped his coffee, fighting the urge to drop it - or rather the urge to have no more material hands to grip it. He did avoid actually drinking this time, rather than risk messing on the seat if his concentration got pushed any further. I am not going to sink through the floor and come up swinging. This is not worth it. "Sorry, Set, I guess that's just another secret of the pyramids!" He chuckled and set down his drink with great care. "So anyway," he went on, deliberately being cryptic, "I was thinking that, if you wanted, I can take you back to my place sometime in the next couple of days." He was singling out Eliza for the conversation, and why wouldn't he? She was his girlfriend. He certainly wasn't attracted to the delusional shapeshifter at the table! Certainly. "I'd have to get the equipment set up and you might have a bumpy ride...but it's something I've wanted to show you for a long time." He looked back at Set and winked. The Screw you! in his eye actually had a double meaning in both English _and_ the old-fashioned Lor he spoke; not that he'd have admitted to that. Under the table, after a moment's contact, Sharl's thigh was not there.
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Not one to pick up on the details of personal interaction, Yves' bafflement went over her fellow Omegadrone's head too fast for him to catch. Steve led the way inside the restaurant, casting his eyes about for Catherine Fields before remembering where they were. Ignoring the festive German decor, complete with oompah bands and wood-carved memorabilia, he waved to the maitre d' and soon they were guided back into the private room where Catherine had been escorted by the liederhosen-wearing staff. Even in here, the faint sound of tuba music echoed inside the room, one wall covered in a collection of decorative beer steins. Awkwardly, as the door closed behind them, he fell silent. Does she have a display prepared? he wondered.