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Nina had always been intellectually aware of her boyfriend's vast, nearly untapped power. She had never been shy about admitting it was one of the things she found very attractive about him. But now, channeling that raw power through her own as she plunged into the depths of the ocean, she thought it would be the death of her! The water parted before her and to the sides like a continuous explosion, the sound a deafening roar in her ears - her heart pounded like a jackhammer in her chest, her breathing coming in fast, rapid pants, as the water that had always been a warm blanket around her even in the most crushing depths flew away as she flew at speeds like nothing she'd ever known, nothing she'd ever experienced. Even augmented by Mark, this was pushing her physical frame to its very limits! As the bottom approached, she veered wildly, barely able to control herself at super-speed, and inches away from the cratered bottom went zipping upwards! And then, gasping for watery breath, she found herself in the depths of the briny deep - the cold, the pressure, the crushing darkness of ten thousand feet, meant nothing to a daughter of Typhoon, though the cloud of receding bubbles she'd left behind her (a clearly visible trail, at least to her eyes) was certainly new. She hurt all over, from the effort of coming here so fast, and of holding in the energy that Mark had poured into her flesh, and knew she'd have to work quickly to find Wander! She'd rarely gone this deep before - not when it normally took so long! "Where...where...ah-hah!" It didn't take her long to find Wander, speeding up out of the water herself faster than a swordfish could fly, but at the sight of the other woman's closed eyes the princess realized something. "Damn it! She can't see me!" She'd seen Wander in action and didn't want to approach her in the darkness. "She'd rip my bloody arms off!" Finally trusting fate, or maybe her boyfriend's luck, she zipped up in the water directly behind Wander and yelled, "Wander! Hold still! I'm taking you back to the surface!" - On that very surface, it took Trevor a moment to find Typhoon - the old dictator, surrounded by a rapidly whirling wall of water that enclosed him like a mini-whirlpool, had taken a position directly under the raft that held his semi-conscious children. His shoulders against the liferaft and his hands against it above his head, his intentions certainly appeared clear enough!
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His costume torn and his body battered, Citizen hurled the last of the cyber-zombies aside - the program shattering to pieces against the interior architecture of the traffic control system. All across the Vox's upper tiers, running lights snapped back on as the great tower's systems reconnected with the traffic control buoys scattered all through the Lor-Van system. "All right!" Sharl yelled into his earpiece, a creation of habit (from dealing with Earthly heroes) that now echoed through the refugee-packed upper levels. "Time to go!" He zipped out the window and out into the system's 'sky', re-emerging in the crowded corridor as a projection even as the refugees started moving. He flitted around from projector to protector, heedless of his condition, until he found first his escorts, then the princess they were guarding. He caught their startled looks, then for the first time caught sight of his torn costume and bruised flesh in a nearby reflective panel. "It's done. I don't know what the hell those things were, but they were trying to infect the whole system. Not control it, not corrupt it, just infect it and...eat it," he added with a shudder, remembering the way their cold, foul teeth had tried to sink into his flesh. "This is where we part ways," said Vorka-13, more to the princess' guards than the princess herself. "Citizen Tulink, as soon as the fight in orbit has cleared, we need to get you back in the transmitter and back to Terra." Looking out a clear place in the wall, Sharl could see (now that the nearest evac ship had left) the distant space battle, all glowing lights and fast-moving shapes, in the skies over Lor-Van. "Rex's orders," she added seriously at Sharl's look back at her. "The Science Council's been dispersed and it's going to take weeks to pop up all those starships even after the Knights shut them down. We'll have to come to you next time."
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"Wait a minute," said Coda, the mercenary's voice sounding cold and mechanical through body armor nearly heavy enough to be a powersuit in its own right. "None of them is Foreshadow." He scanned the room, his hands hovering above his dual pistols. "What happened to your 'infallible psychic reconnaissance', boy?" he demanded of his erstwhile employer. "He was here, fool!" Josh fired back. "He was on the plane only seconds before I took us down! He must have gone out the door!" he declared, pointing to the nearby hatch. "Now don't take time away from my family-" "Out the door!" Coda laughed heartily. "Why would he just jump out the door?" "Frances," Richard tried as Ember triumphantly dug up a set of keys from her guard's belt. "C'mon, you know what happened. You're not gonna go with these people, are you?" "Eh...probably not back to the compound," said Frances with a little shrug. "Not now that I know what the old man did. But damn, I'm not going to jail! There's a whole world out there, flatscan or not, and I deserve to be in it just as much as anyone else C'mon, Aunt Paige, you're the one who said what happened wasn't my fault..."
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Aw snap jump in there!
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AA's All-New, All-Different Oddballs
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Character Building
Serpentine Paragon PL: 10 (150) Abilities: 4 + 0 + 6 + 0 + 4 + 6 = 20 pp STR 30 [14] (+10/+2) DEX 10 (+0) CON 16 (+3) INT 10 (+0) WIS 14 (+2) CHA 16 (+3) Combat: 8 + 8 = 16 pp ATK: +4 (+8 Melee/+10 Unarmed) DEF: +8 (+4 Dodge Focus, +2 Base, +2 Flat-Footed) Init: +0 Grapple: +12/+18-+24 Knobkack: -10/-1 Saves: 5 + 5 + 6 = 16 pp TOU +12/+3 (+3 Con, +9 Protection [+9 Imp]) FORT +8 (+3 Con, +5) REF +5 (+0 Dex, +5) WILL +8 (+2 Wis, +6) Skills: 28 r=7 pp Bluff 7 (+10/+14 w/Attractive) Concentration 8 (+10) Diplomacy 0 (+3/+7 w/Attractive) Disguise 0 (+3/+23) Language 1 (English, Base: Lemurian) Notice 3 (+5) Sense Motive 8 (+10) Feats: 13 pp Attack Focus: Melee 4 Attack Specialization: Unarmed Dodge Focus 4 Interpose Move-By Action Takedown Attack Uncanny Dodge (olfactory) Powers: 5 + 16 + 1 + 2 + 9 + 11 + 15 + 7 + 1 + 5 = 75 pp Concealment 3 (visual, olfactory, Flaw: Blending; PFs: Close Range, Selective) [5PP] Enhanced STR 16 (to STR 30/+10) [16PP] Feature 1 (Temporal Inertia) [1PP] Immunity 2 (environmental heat, poison) [2PP] Impervious TOU 9 [9PP] Morph 4 (humanoids, +20 Disguise bonus, PFs: Attractive, Covers Scent) [11PP] Paragon Array 6 (12PP, PFs: Dynamic, Dynamic Alternate Power) [15PP] DBE: Flight 0-6 (0-500 MPH/5000 fpm) {12/12} DAP: Super-Strength 0-6 (Effective STR 30-60, Heavy Load: 1.5-48 tons) {12/12} Protection 9 [9PP] Regeneration 0 (PF: Regrowth) [1PP] Super-Senses 5 (Accurate Acute Analytical Tracking Olfactory) [5PP] costs abilities 20 + combat 16 + saves 16 + skills 7/28 + feats 13 + powers 75 = 150 pts --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Design Notes: In the ancient days of the Great War between Atlantis and Lemuria, a mighty mechano-mystic saw a dire future for his people. He managed to save his only child, a daughter, who bid a tearful farewell to her parents before stepping into the alchemical rocket of her father's design - one that would fly away into the mystic spaces between worlds, protecting her from all harm and even the ravages of time, and only return to Earth in a few years when things were again safe. As the crystal sphere closed around her and she felt her eyelids flutter, she prayed to awaken in a better world. And the rocket took off and the world of her youth ended. But the great cataclysms of the era knocked her rocket off-course and she returned not in a decade, not a century, or a millennium, but a full ten thousand years! When she stepped out of the rocket upon its crashlanding in the American Midwest, it didn't take her long to realize something. The future was overrun entirely with mammals! Yikes! But she's a flexible sort, in more ways than one, and used her natural serpentine magic to blend in with the mass of humanity - albeit with some exaggerations of the human female's secondary sexual characteristics in order to be especially popular. She soon realized that her travel through space and time and magic had imbued her with great power; she could fly, lift great weights, endure great harm, and she still had her basic Serpent Person abilities to boot! It's clear that this new world is under threat by enemies of all shapes and sizes, though, and she has a responsibility to make sure this new world doesn't go the same way her own did! Maybe she can start by convincing her teammates that there's something a little fishy about Atlantis... Yes, it's Power Girl as per her short-lived Atlantean origin, albeit with a Freedom City twist in that she's actually a native of Lemuria, the ancient enemy of Atlantis! Sure she's from a brutal empire that practiced the enslavement of humans, but that doesn't mean she personally has to favor those things - perhaps her family were outcasts or rebels who wanted to at least free the nation's slaves and put an end to the cults of the Unspeakable One! Her powers are good, but her Morph is low enough that a sharp-eyed crank could spot the occasional forked tongue and slitted eye and come to all the wrong conclusions about Serpent People infiltration - or maybe all the right ones! Mechanically she's a blend of one of my paragon shells, plus TT's Lizard Boy and Doc's Serpent Person with a Power Ring build. She's probably going to be pretty angry to find out that it was the Unspeakable cultists who survived the end of Lemuria... -
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Mark holds his standard action till typhoon does something. Midnight is up!
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In a moment she would later hotly deny, Nina screamed in involuntary terror as the speeding fighter jet swatted her father out of the sky like the fist of an angry god. Flaming jet and armored megalomaniac smashed into the water, safely away from the body of the French fleet, with a decisive BOOM. She stared down at the water for a moment before turning to Edge as he jumped to his feet at the edge of the deck. "Help me!" As if he'd been born to it, Mark opened a door inside his mind and poured out power that crackled in the air around Nina al-Darsah, the air rippling around her hands as half-visible strands of psychic energy lashed out from first her left hand, then the right, impaling the water on either side of the still-bubbling ripple that had taken Wander. She strained under the onslaught of Mark's power as it augmented her own, magic fueling mutant hydrokinesis as the strands of energy pulled tight - and then suddenly the princess of Socotra smashed forward into the water with a sound like a sonic boom, a column of water erupting in the air as she vanished beneath the waves as fast as Wander had disappeared down it! "Oh, crap, Typhoon!" Edge exclaimed. He turned and ran for the other side of the deck so fast a cramp hammered him in the side, staring down at the place where the tyrant had hit - a smoking wreck and a spreading oil slick was all that could be seen of the old conqueror. Mark didn't believe it for a minute. "Craaap...Midnight, I'm on this!" Of all of them, he stood the best chance of fighting a rampaging Typhoon, even an injured one. "Nina's gonna get the job done!"
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Nina al-Darsah Nina stunts Swimming 12 (Extra: Affects Others) {24/24} off her main array. This represents her tapping into her family's innate hydrokinetic abilities (I need to stat out one of her older siblings who is a hydrokinetic speedster) with a magical power boost from Mark. Mark spends an HP to cancel her fatigue (his numbers are getting lowwww) and she dives, dives, dives! I need a Fortitude save for Wander, DC 30
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http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4688103/=18! Oof, a tough roll for the Lion of Socotra. He is bruised, dazed, and staggered. Need a DC 21 Tou save for Midnight from the slam
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Hah! Well, Foreshadow finds a hatch built into the bottom of the plane. It has a rotating handle with an arrow that shows you how to turn the handle and open the door up into the interior of the plane.
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"Yeah, but they want me to put in jail, Aunt Paige," complained Frances with a look of frank disgust on her face. "Tried it, didn't like it, don't want to go back." She was already fishing around for keys in the pocket of the sleeping guard next to her. As she did, though, her eyes narrowed. "But you should tell them," she offered Paige almost guiltily, looking at her cousins at the front of the plane. "You guys need to listen to this!" she called to Jump and Aura. "Paige knows things about what happened in the Avalanche!" Richard could hear the capital letters on the word as she spoke it, what must have been a holy, terrifying totem to the Psion children raised with the story of their parents' murder at the hands of the Atoms. "Oh, I'm sure she does," sneered Josh Psion with a look of uncommon contempt. "I'm sure she has quite a story to explain why she abandoned her siblings, why she abandoned us, to the tender mercies of the Atoms. Look at you," he added, looking Paige over as that contempt softened ever so slightly. "Fifty years old and you look like my older sister. What did you do, learn his tricks?" he added with a glare Richard's way. "All your power, and all you do is prostitute it for schiesse on television." He drew himself up and teleported again, this time reappearing in the back of the plane - boxing Richard and Paige in between the two Psions on their feet (though Aura seemed occupied with projecting something through the doors). "As for the League, they'll be a little busy dealing with my friends in the Crime League today. I took the liberty of arranging a little...distraction with Ember's old friend Atom-Smasher and a few others. Nobody's going to stop me from reuniting the Psion Family!"
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Foreshadow and Stronghold, let's see some Notice and/or Knowledge (Technology) checks - Pilot will do in a pinch.
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Having simply walked through the crowds like they weren't there, Citizen seized on the official's words like gold. "On it," he told her as he headed for the nearest access relay - a system that hadn't changed much from the look of it in a thousand years. To the princess, he called, "Listen, I'm an independent AI, I can get out by sending myself on a ship! Just make sure these two get off the planet!" he added, pointing at his two guards (who had largely joined the Senators) before turning and diving directly into the system. - Citizen had encountered many systems infested with viruses during his time working with Miss Americana - typically the system looked like a small version of a city, with roads standing in for pathways and citizens for non-sentient programs, usually covered by some sort of data-munching robot that he had to take down. The Vox's traffic computers, though, were something entirely different - as he looked around inside the system, Sharl realized he was standing in an empty version of the room he'd just left. And the virus. The virus. The virus. They came floating out of the walls and the dummied versions of the exterior systems and for a single terrifying moment just _looked_ at him. Looking closely, Citizen could see the semi-sentient packages of programming wrapped in...something vile and unwholesome, an alien programming language with which he was completely unfamiliar. These were corrupters and _feeders_, designed to first enslave, then slowly destroy, any program, any system, that they encountered. From Sharl's perspective, when he looked at the exterior of the programs, he saw rotting corpses. Thousands of them, some that had once been Grue, some that had once been Lor, others species he couldn't identify - their dead, shredded legs dangling freely in the air, their eyes gaping red hollows and their bones replaced with jagged blades that jutted from their spines, their fingers, and every exposed joint in the grey, rotting remains of their flesh. "COMMUNE!" they howled as one as they charged him! Rocketing into the air just ahead of them, Citizen spun around, his eyes glowing with brilliant red, white, and blue energies. "WRONG PROGRAM!" he shouted as he incinerated the first!
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You should go ahead and make those changes TV discussed with you in PMs, sg.
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Wander felt movement, fast movement, and crushing pressure all around her body for several agonizing seconds before she smashed into an unyielding surface hard enough to almost - but not quite, drive the air from her lungs. The pressure was intense, a squeezing, crushing fist as tight as the watery hand had been, and it was damnably cold all around her. When she forced her eyes open, even against the intense pressure, all she could see was darkness. But she could feel the mud her boots had sunken into and as she pulled them free, she realized where she was - where she HAD to be. Typhoon had hurled her down into the lightless depths of the Indian Ocean and she'd just struck the bottom. Two miles down.
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Midnight is up now
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"My cause is the cause of Typhoon and fair Socotra, girl!" hissed Typhoon, the tyrant's crackling rage terrible to behold. "If you would stand with our enemies against me, then see how easily _they_ fall!" As he spoke a gigantic fist arose out of the water, big as a small house, as it rocketed upwards to grab for Midnight's speeding jet! The grasping hand, made of solidified sea water like the great green fist of an angry god, erupted into the sky with terrible speed and lethal force!
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Typhoon is going to grab onto the Midnight fighter jet and drag it to the bottom of the sea. But Wander has Interposed! I need a DC 30 Tou save. Wander is now at the bottom of the Indian Ocean, which I will say is its average depth at this point - 12,990 feet. Hmm! Midnight, have an HP.
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Death, Crime, Rage of a Beast, Etc. [IC]
Avenger Assembled replied to trollthumper's topic in Riverside
"Geez, I dunno," said Fast-Forward not unsympathetically. Some quick thinking told him this probably wasn't a good situation for the 'younger' Slamdance. Paige's powers had worked on him, which meant he wasn't some mindless construct. And if he wasn't going away now, that meant he was probably going away. Mindful of exactly who it was that lived at the Pyramid Plaza, he kept his thoughts to himself even across his link to Paige. Don't need the Scarab staring at my dirty brain-laundry. "I'd go get him a New Coke, but not in the middle of the damn Pyramid Plaza." That was one bit of code phrase they'd worked out a long time ago - New Coke, after all, had a way of disappearing. "What do you think, babe, can you get anything from him?" -
"Time to send you where you need to go!" said a cheerful Quark as he proceeded to do just that. Pressing a few buttons on his control spike, he pointed it at the group and produced a green-red circle on the wall around them like an outline. The circle closed quickly, shrinking the time-lost kids as they waved their last goodbyes, until at last the Hunters and the White were alone with the future. And with Quark! "OK, I've got to get going - time waits for no man, not even time travelers." He looked from Trevor to Travis and Erin, reaching up to wipe his eyes. "I am so glad you're all right again. The timelines without you guys are awful." He pressed a few buttons on his belt and started shrinking away himself, receding into nothingness with one last wave. "See you later, heroes! Or is it sooner, ooooo-" His chuckle echoed in the silence after his departure.
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Richard is down an HP for stunting Change Velocity onto his Mass Teleport. Hologram and Paige both get an HP for the loss of potential allies among the guards. Crew outside, you guys get an HP too for the sound of the rushing air displacing the sound of any action inside the plane itself.
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With the heroes gone, a glowing pattern of lights appeared at the rear of the plane - bringing the BOP officials to their feet with enhanced tasers drawn! As the pattern of lights consolidated themselves into Hologram and a rapidly-chanting Fast-Forward, though, Frances Psion called up from her seat. "Hey, don't shoot them, dumbasses, they're superheroes!" The Clines had arrived to find a grim scene; the door open and one guard down, the guards helping load emergency parachutes on all the prisoners (who were all now unhooded), with the copilot having come to the rear to help the guards. "They're on the list," declared the most senior surviving guard, a stocky Latina with a scar along one side of her face. "and we could use all the help we can get. Foreshadow is engaging the hijackers from the roof, but so far they haven't issued demands. They just-" Suddenly, there was a moment of displacement on the opposite end of the plane, down where the cockpit door was still shut where the copilot had closed it. It looked to Richard's eyes as if an invisible wave had briefly washed over the area, and where it touched, new people appears. And three new players entered the scene. He didn't recognize one; but he knew the white mask, body armor, and heavy weapons well-enough. Super-merc. The other was clearly Aura Psion, Argent's misplaced sister, who spun around and placed her hands against the cockpit door, concentrating hard. The other, a black-clad, slender-built man dressed like a ninja, the teleporter who'd brought them in there, stared down the guards and heroes and suddenly waved his hand - producing a psionic wave that sent the guards, prisoners, and everyone but Frances, Richard, and Paige dropping to the floor like puppets with so many strings cut. Even Richard had heard the command SLEEP; a powerful voice he'd had to fight to keep out. A moment later, the young man tore off his mask - and Paige found herself staring at Jump Psion; her nephew Josh. "Well well well. What an interesting group we have here!" he exclaimed.
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As the echo of Star-Khan's words faded, the Citizen-emblazoned hovercar careened past a big, overloaded starliner weighted down with short-range flying cars and cargomovers, before coming to an ungraceful halt against a small single-car entrance. Once they'd docked, Citizen pushed past his fear and found his Claremont training. "C'mon, everybody, let's go!" He was calling from outside the airlock even as it irised open to let the others free. "We need to-" But someone was already yelling "Shut that damn thing off!" as they cut through his holographic body, and Sharl could instantly see why - the control areas of the Vox were packed with what had to be Lor civilians - the crowding was familiar enough, with perhaps several thousand people on the floors he'd actually visited, but not the panic on people's faces, the fear as parents clutched their children and watched the overhead monitors where ship departure cycles were broadcasting steadily. Were there enough ships even for these people? Never mind the people far below? Everyone was talking about the broadcast; some cursing Zultasians or praying for mercy to their thousand gods, others moving around and reassuring the citizenry now that a new sight was displayed on the monitors in the loading bay corridor. A squadron of armored figures, flying high in super-atmospheric space, advancing on the forces of the Communion. Star-Knights were here! Star-Knights would put everything right! As he saw the crowd begin to calm, at least briefly, Sharl suddenly wondered who the Star-Knight for Tronik's sector had been and what it had thought about the Curator devouring a city like a frog devouring a fly. He wondered if he was going to make it home to Gina after all.
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Still nervous, the priest explained that he was Henri Beauchamp, a cleric of the Old Gods of their lost homeworld. "We kept the faith even in the bowels of Hell when our gods were dead - I had hoped to find them here. But the crossroads were curiously barred, and those, those horrible _things_ were waiting for me outside the locked gatse..." He shuddered all over. "I have seen Omegadrones chew through the walls between worlds and they reminded me of that - save that Omegadrones are souless beasts but those...those horrible insects...they THINK, they FEEL! And they had about them an unnatural lust that..." He looked away. "Perhaps our gods are dead here as well." "<What road have they taken!? What door have they opened?! How have the Feeders come to this place!?>" Frost was chanting in Old Norse, his frozen blood half-seeping into the earth. At Fleur's call, Frost gasped, his head jerking backwards like a striking snake. "Bozhe moi," he murmured, red eyes wide with horror that gradually froze over into cold, angry acceptance. "The Anopheles that came here did not come from their homeworld. They came from here! From Earth!" He looked around wildly, as if seeing something beyond the sight of the others. "But not this Earth. There is a world adjoining this one, where this is...this is all overrun." He waved a hand around the forest. "This is all cities, all shining skyscrapers...all made into nests. And freshly-made. There are living people there," he added in a voice that chilled like the grave.
