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Right - just put Enhanced Abilities proper in that array slot.
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"Are you in Hell too?" asked the soldier nearest Kimber, his gravely voice evidently translating perfectly well into the language of the dead - there was not even a trace of a Russian accent. "That's a shame, a pretty girl like you." His mouth had fallen open but it did not move; the overall effect for the others was as if a speaker was playing. "No, maybe she's a demon!" said one of the other soldiers - a private. "I told you the pitchforks and fire were coming soon, Yuri." "You can speak to them! Delightful!" said Frost, clapping his hands together and rejoining Ghost Girl and Lucy for the moment. "Ask them who is it did this." When translated, the soldiers told an account of crossing the border into the 'dead zone' - and then a feeling of cold, overwhelming numbness, and then absolutely nothing. They were all blind and deaf, only able to hear (and then see) Kimber. "We talked to each other and learned we were not alone, and so we assumed the witch had cast us down into the depths of Hell."
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Roland remained silent so long it was briefly as if he was ignoring the heroes entirely - until finally he spoke. "What is Creation, then, if all our hopes can be snuffed out so? If all our oaths, and our protections of those we love, and all our fights for justice, and all we have known and never known," he added with a look Trevor's way full of great grief, "can be banished like dust in the wind, on your world, and...your other, and in mine?" He took a deep, shuddering breath and asked a question. "You said this Jessie White was you from another world, and you yourself come from the same place, and there is a third of you yet who belongs here. Is there another Roland Accolon? Another Genevive and our blessed little girl? Can some shadow of what we were still be seen in this place that has burned away all else?"
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Gargantua slowly knuckle-walked out of his enclosure, and without pause headed in a slow, deliberate way straight for the door. With a glance at Hologram and Velocity, Edge let the gorilla go through and stand on the sandy soil outside - Hologram's film crew giving way as the gorilla stood in the sunshine, shading his eyes with his hand as he looked up at the clear blue sky overhead. <To see the Sun, and not hear them at my back...> When Gargantua turned back to the heroes, there were tears in his massive eyes. <It has been many years since that day. I have heard them speak of enemies who seek to hold them in pens as well.> With the word came images of torture and abuse brushing against Hologram's mind, less an attack and more an unconscious upswelling of memory. <Are you them? Are they in cages as well?>
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Kyogen laughed, and it wasn't a pretty sound. "You've got some good tricks, citizen, but this is the big leagues. I'm just glad you didn't make me teleport after you again; I might have had to get...nasty with you when I caught you." She traced her claws against a sheet metal waist-high wall nearby, enjoying the faint shriek. "If you come with me, we'll make sure the Jet Patrol doesn't hang you - or blow you to bloody little ribbons on live TV. Now, if you actually want in the League, you'll have to prove yourself to your elders - but that's not really my department. You'll just have to owe me a favor for saving your life from a fat Dutchman in a knockoff Daedalus suit. So what's it gonna be?" she asked him.
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July 4, 2014 Freedom City "Damballah and Erzulie are with us." Cassandra Vale's doctorate was not in medicine, but between one thing and another there were few better doulas than La Sirene - especially for a water birth. Cassandra smiled and took her friend's hand. "Come on, Beth, let's get you in that tub." Despite the growing pains in her lower belly, Beth Walton-Wright was also smiling as Siren, her husband, and her midwife helped her into the tub - specially designed by Daedalus so that a woman strong enough to punch through steel wouldn't damage it while giving birth. After so many years of wanting, of prayers to Liberty and Justice and all the other gods and goddesses she'd known in her long career as a superheroine, she was about to have her baby! - July 4, 2014 Faneuil Hall Hulking and scarred, Steve Murdock stood as an island in the middle of a small sea of VIPs, waiting for the arrival of their very special tour guide. With a red shirt, blue slacks, and a white tie, he perfectly matched the color scheme for the day - right down to the Special Access pass pinned to his shirt. His special glasses gave the city and its crowd of tourists a faint greenish air, one that he knew would soon fade once the tour began. The special holographic technology built into the Archetech tour glasses would give the tourists a chance to see the Boston of 1776 (or at least its construction) overlaid on the Boston of 2014. Normally someone as high-profile as Miss Americana would not be involved in something as small as a tour, but the chance to show her work to tech executives, academics, and journalists alike had been too much for Gina to pass up. Intently he stared at the brochure in his hand, carefully memorizing everywhere they were going on their walking tour to the Common. People on Earth-Prime might take the idea of freedom and revolution for granted, but that was something Steve could never do - people had fought and died for the liberty of others in this city. It was very serious business. I will be here for Miss Americana to see what she has done. And after the tour, I will fly back to Freedom City, and Gina and I will watch the fireworks together. She will be happy today.
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A lot of folks have reached out to you here, Sacremas. What you should do now is back away from the urge to defend yourself and get on making your character sheet. I would add, however, that we do avoid the more common pitfalls around how women are written and depicted in superhero comics not out of protection for immature readers - but out of respect for the characters and for our readers. Our characters dress the way actual people would dress if they were superheroes, not the posed nude figure drawing that so often passes for superhero comic art. We're interested in telling stories about them, not in rationalizing titillation. (You can assume that inappropriate attire on NPCs in the books should not be used for PCs here) If that's a problem for you, I don't really know what to tell you. It's a big Internet. If not, then no worries! Plenty of room for telling stories here. I hope it's this one! Good luck.
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Kyogen slapped Thoughtspeed's blade away with her claws and went for him, but her own strike skidded across his costume, leaving a trail of oily poison behind that it would probably be better for him not to touch. But after their brief clash of blades, she stepped back, crossing her claws defensively in front of her. "Well-met, citizen. But the local race traitors'll bring you down whether you're good with a sword or not." The mask tilted backwards, and Will beheld a smirk instead of a snarl on that painted porcelain face. "I can bring you back to the League and we can get you some protection. You're fast and you're good with a blade, and I respect that. Or if you'd rather, I can leave you out here and let the Jet Patrol pick the flesh from your bones." There was a faint chuckle from behind the mask. "It'll be easy for them to find you if you're hamstrung. What's your choice?"
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http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4566344/ =11 And she misses. OK
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Kyogen is, or was, the super-name of Jade Harper, New Freedom's dictator from 1983 to her death in 2010, back when she was a mercenary working for the Crime League. Fast, lethal, and those claws are covered in a contact poison she secrets herself. What the hell is she doing on the roof? You're up!
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With Anna gone, Cho was left alone with her friend's teenage dad. "Bathroom's down the hall," said 'Dickie' with a jerk of his head before he went back to packing what was, of all things, a picnic basket. "Use the girly stuff if you want, my mom gets a ton of it from...her boss." Fast as he was, zipping around in a pattern that was familiar to anyone who knew Will, he stopped dead for a moment before he went back to his packing. When he'd put in about half a dozen joints, he opened the cottage's small mini-fridge and, almost faster than Cho could see, came out with two wine coolers and slipped them into the basket. He didn't seem afraid of Cho at all - and no wonder, if this big hotel complex really was hosting a full-on Crime League convention. "So, you from around here?" he asked her. "This town is pretty bogue, but some of the locals are all right. Your hair's pretty rockin'."
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Initiative time, KD! Also, let's see a DC History check - DC 10. Kyogen goes on http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4566282/ = 27
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The top of 1 Thibault Square, a flat roof with vent fans and other bits of skyscraper necessities, was empty of life and high enough that Thoughtspeed could see for miles - even so, the tallest building around would have been a piker in Freedom City. Capetown was smaller and poorer than most of the many cities he'd lived in over the years; from this distance he could even just make out the slums that lay on the outskirts of the city outside the ring of suburbs. Behind him he could see the ocean, which if he ran far enough and fast enough would eventually take him to a Freedom City just a few years before the old Freedom League dissolved - and where the Centurion was still alive. Before he could process that piece of information, he heard a faint zap from behind a nearby ventilator like an electrical discharge. Checking out revealed a faint ring of dust on the side of the ventilator - and then suddenly, there was someone just above him! In a bone-white Noh mask that glared down at him and wrapped in long black robes, she cut an imposing figure - especially when you saw the long, dripping-wet blades that curved out of her sleeves. "Defend yourself!" she hissed, a moment before she swiped at his midsection with wickedly curved blades!
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I follow what you're saying about the vulnerability, Sacremas - I think it's fine (I've used it myself with PCs). As far as the costume, we generally avoid the comic book tendency to weirdly sexualize their female characters in their self-presentation. Take a look at Gizmo's helpful >Visual Guide for the 'look' of our PCs.
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Caradoc studied the bomb for several long minutes, then brought his uncharged blade down into the device's middle with a single precise stroke. With a faint sound of cracking metal, the glowing lights on the device clicked off. With the power to the unit itself disrupted, even the bubbling nanite fluid in the canisters on the outside stopped moving. "...excellent," he said, a faint tremor in his mechanical voice as he realized his plan had worked. "My woman would be pleased." He looked around the vault uncomfortably, then said, "I have little knowledge of high technology, but these devices are all of the same sort. Do you understand this?"
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The metal device in the other figure's hand beeped and it, he, nodded approvingly at whatever it was reading - something impossible to read for the uninitiated since it appeared to be a blank metal rod with a beeping light at one end. When Tensile and Sojourner made their appearances, stepping through the portals with a rippling effect that seemed to stretch the very stuff of air and space around them, it took a tentative step away from the assembled heroes. "Company. Worldlines coming together. Studies are finished." Carefully, it slipped the device back onto its belt. "Overstayed welcome. Do not overstay yours. Loop is closing. Close it first."
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All right, we haven't heard from MindMessiah in a bit - Stronghold is up
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The Centurion's illegitimate child is not a story I'd really go for - but a product of wacky Ultiman genetic engineering, sure. Setting aside a couple of decades to raise a clone/halfbreed is the equivalent of putting in a couple of months work for an Ultiman scientist.
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AvengerAssembled: Comrade Frost- Edge- >Cold Reception Fast-Forward- >Back in the Day >Vignette Harrier- >Once Upon a Dream >Vignette GMing- >Can't Change Time >Midnight Dynasty >Great Apes >Necklace of Ropes >The Innocent Please direct any spare points to Fast-Forward Electra: Fleur de Joie- Hologram- >Great Apes >Back in the Day Miss Americana- Wander- >Midnight Dynasty >The Innocent >Vignette Please direct any spare points to Hologram
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The being turned on some central axis and Daybreak realized it was hovering in the air, the sound of its footfalls having come from some electrostatic discharge between the booted feet and the ground. When they were eye to eye with each other, Daybreak found himself confronted with something that looked very much like images he'd seen of his great-grandfather in costume. Not that this was a doppleganger of the first Midnight, rather, it was as if one of those rare black and white images had stepped off the wall, gained solid form, and begun probing the world. "Classified." It pointed a sepia-and-black glove at him. "Well out of era," it informed him in an accusing voice that he realized was a near-perfect copy of his father's. Eyes like black quartz, red leached of all color, looked at him, glancing briefly over his shoulder as his sister arrived. "Both of you," it said to them both. "Mystery solved." Now there was satisfaction in the spectre's voice. "Company?"
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Newman has been acquiring a variety of materials (which she does not recognize) from the Foundry and other super-science groups. He has been using some of it, including the stolen tissue samples, to fake Grue sightings in Perth. There's no evidence of traps in Perth proper. He has recently moved a great many of his holdings in Darwin directly into the building Vector is currently standing in. He has no entries in his daily planner after today - there is only the following symbol.
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Looking good - just need descriptors for the attacks
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Vector: Omegadrones are generally in red and black. You're able to access as much as you want on his hard drive; what kinds of things are you looking for? Argonaut: This looks like a nano-suspension medium, but what's floating in the medium is not something you're personally familiar with. You do know that if the bomb goes off, this will be scattered everywhere - not just through Darwin proper, but into the lower atmosphere. You can see enough regular explosives in here to certainly bring the building down. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4560044/ Harrier gets a 34! on his Disable Device check.