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At the news he was going into Midnight Manor's lower levels, Richard was for an instant five years old and remembering his mother's stern warnings about how Midnight would come and take him back to the Midnight Manor if he kept making noise when she was trying to sleep after spending the night drinking her special grownup drinks. He pushed past that childhood memory and focused on a more serious problem, even as he ran around the group at super-speed, his feet sketching a glowing pattern on the dirt that loosely matched the shape of the Big Dipper. "Kid, unless you know the, uh," he peeked down at the book he was flipping through at super-speed, "the astral location of Midnight Manor in the starry realms, we can't just phone home. I...hey, can you _show_ me where it is?" At Wander's assent, he took her hand and for an instant they seemed to disappear before the eyes of the others! It was an ominous disappearance, too, because Camelot Hall was disgorging heroes at a fantastic rate: flying knights were boiling up over the gates like a swarm of angry bees, while the gates themselves were opening to reveal armored figures on horseback! Seconds before battle in the now-nearly-deserted square could be joined, Fast-Forward and Wander reappeared in a zip from the opposite side of the square, running in among the others just as Richard was chanting "rockcrystalfennelmoonandmarssendupuntothestars!" And then suddenly, they were elsewhere - not inside Midnight Manor's lowest dungeon halls, but within the outer keep, the furthest one could run inside without taking time to unbar gates or open porticulli. Richard did his best not to think at all, trying to make sure he didn't attract the attention of the one being on Earth that still had a gateway into his mind.
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As the smoke and dust clouds produced by the 'lightning strike' cleared, the terrible reality of the situation became apparent to the heroes. The grassy, fence-lined park had been transformed into a scene from a charnel house - pitiless mechanical humanoids were erupting from a jagged portal like a raggedy tear in the very fabric of the universe, some marching out and others flying out on jets that screamed like damned souls. The people in the park had been butchered where they'd stood or sat by the killers, torn apart by those gleaming black blades or incinerated by scorching ebon beams that matched the color of the black spiderwebs erupting over Hologram's body, an instant's slaughter worse than anything Richard had seen in decades as an active super in the worst years in Freedom City history. And the robots, the Omegadrones, he remembered, were still coming - a horde of death that grew larger and larger by the second, an army invading an already-battered city like a swarm of murderous locusts. Behind Keith and Jav, Yelena briefly left her scouting position to give a short tactical report that said it all. "They're everywhere." The crowd screamed in terror and ran as the Omegadrones swarmed overhead, screams echoed across the city as a quiet summer's day transformed itself into the apocalypse. With the earthquakes gone and monsters overrunning the city, Richard let honest fear and his fears for Paige take over. He grabbed her hand and, without a look back at the heroes, Fast-Forward and Hologram ran.
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The obvious question is - why is she a nephelim, and not laughing it up in shiny, happy Heaven?
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Doo doo doo
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January 31, 2014 Sam Soma's office Sam's lunch break was just coming to an end when reality itself tore apart in one corner of her office as between her bookshelves and desk a shape simply appeared out of the air. First it was a sphere larger than a man, one that seemed cut out of the air, as if the air had been replaced with perfectly clear glass, then the nearly-transparent shape bowed outward into an elongated cylinder that gradually began to glow and hum - until at last in a flash of light, a weird figure appeared riding a fantastic machine. Tall, blonde, and muscled like an Olympian god beneath his red shirt and skin-tight black pants, his face was briefly hidden by red goggles over his eyes as he bounded from his seat. The craft he'd rode in looked like an open flight cockpit to Sam's experienced eyes, albeit one adorned with fantastic displays and glowing machinery far beyond the reach of the technology of the 21st century, complete with a seat in front and another in the rear. "Sam Soma," the man said in a firm tenor voice that might have led an aria as well as commanded an army, "My name is Dr. Tomorrow, and history needs you!" He extended a hand. "Will you help me?"
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Frost frowned as he looked up at the horse, his eyes narrowing for a moment at the English pun. Surely not... He sensed a hunger in the beast, a predatory desire for warmth and light, that made those doll-black horse eyes very familiar. "Yes. I know your face." He stalked up the horse, his mind tumbling back across the decades. "You know what killed me, angel?" he asked of Kushiel, pointing at the horse as it slowly began to dwindle down to a more manageable size. "It was so damnably cold in Leningrad that first winter, and those damned Krauts and Finns, they pinned us into the city like so many cattle. There was no food, no resupply, and as the winter went on, we grew hungry. Because I had been a veterinarian, they sent me to kill the horses in the city for our meat. The town party secretary had these Arabians he had been saving to ride after the war; showhorses...Those eyes, looking at me with the trust of beasts really bonded to a man, you know?" Frost made a gun with finger and thumb, and fired it. "And then when the horses were all gone, and we began to look at each other with new eyes, I volunteered for the escape outside the city." He smiled humorlessly. "Right into the arms of the Thule Society. And then I was the cold, and the winter's hunger too." As the horse shrunk down to a manageable size, Frost carefully climbed aboard with the air of a man long since gone rusty with animals. "Come, beast. Let us do our work."
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ic Stirring Up A Metallic Nest (IC)
Avenger Assembled replied to KnightDisciple's topic in Elsewhere
"My wrath," Caradoc suddenly erupted forward like the killing machine he was, striking off the head of the nearest Fenrisbot with the shrieking blade of his glowing sword, then smashing the chest cavity with a two-handed, loaded chop with such force that it sent the shattered torso rebounding off the door. "is exceedingly great." The second Fenrisbot was harder, deflecting the blow from his pike and sending Caradoc staggering backwards with a blast to the chest - but the former Omegadrone roared as his jet pack flared to flaming life and he smashed the robot backwards into the door, piling against it too close for a blast. . "Stop. Moving." Caradoc informed the robot as he punched it in the head, over and over again. "Stop. Moving!" When he tore off the head, he hurled it aside and threw the body in another direction. "I am very tired of these things," he informed the others, stepping back to let the scientists open the door. -
Searching the house told the heroes that it belonged to Frederick Dawson, a Grand Cyclops of the Genetic Purity League, an organization that (from the books left scattered around) seemed to borrow rituals freely from the Boy Scouts, Freemasons, and the Klu Klux Klan - and was obsessed with genetic purity. Graphic illustrated accounts in the rear of the books told stories about "mutant hunts" where "genetic deviants with Communist-given superpowers" were rounded up and sent to internment facilities in Canada. Perhaps unsurprisingly, every picture of a GPL member was a white man. Dawson had a letter from his son deployed to the 'Australian Front', a heavy redacted document that spoke of vicious fighting in the desert where "the abos called their phony gods, but we put them down, fast and hard." Dawson didn't seem to be a history buff, but they did find medals for military service that spoke of his father's service in "World War II" fought in France, England, and South America, with frequent badges for "ATOMIC SURVIVOR" inside a hefty chest of paternal decorations. Dawson Senior, a man visibly suffering from the latter stages of cancer in the pictures they could see on the walls, looked to have been quite the war hero. The last picture they found was one all too familiar - tacked to the corkboard in the kitchen was a newspaper cutout of the day's coupons that just happened to have a picture of "local physicist Leon Litwack teaching his science classes to a new generation of Americans", a man instantly recognizable as the operator of the time machine they'd seen. Litwack was even in the phone book, a resident of a neighborhood that looked to be on the other side of the "George Wallace Airport" that had replaced the Jordan.
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Unconscious, Medea fell from the sky, rebounding heavily off a small earth embankment at the edge of Camelot Hall's river. Pushing aside the niggling voice that was wondering just how angry Transept Rose would be about this, Fast-Forward zipped up around the fallen queen. "Listen, kids, we've got a lot of fight coming our way!" he said, standing over the unconscious witch-queen. The street around them was now in a wild frenzy; peasants and merchants fleeing in terror, guards organizing the evacuation, as everyone ran from the madmen who had just struck down the Queen and her personal guards. "Hey, Blue Jay, get down here!" he waved as he snapped open the book again, flipping frantically through the pages. "I've got, uh, a thing here with the Plee-ades? I think? that can get us all out of here. I feel the need for speed _before_ they come get us!"
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We are out of initiative for now
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She is unconscious!
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The one on the right
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Having left the conversation while the others argued, Comrade Frost appeared in full uniform in front of the nearest warehouse door where he barked in parade-ground Russian - "<You miserable sons of whores! You dogs! I have come to arrest you in the name of the people of the S...of the Russian people, united against crime and tyranny! I am the legendary Comrade Frost and I am here to CHILL your criminal enterprises!>" And with that, Frost hammered himself against the door, transforming in an instant to a freezing white cloud that made the very metal of the door groan and shiver, Frost continuing to shout challenges to the Russians inside. "<If you want a fight, come outside and take your lickings like men!>"
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I need a Sense Motive check and an Arcane Lore check from folks.
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Fast-Forward had wandered off when the kids started talking; but microseconds after Temperance had finished speaking he zipped back into the park, eyes narrow and all business. "We have to get over there right now. Everybody, take my hand!" he barked in the same tone he might have used to get his own kids' attention in an emergency. "Time to fast-forward!" And when they did; suddenly the park around them seemed to stand stock-still for an instant before they were all rushing through the city at fantastic supersonic speed! --- Zipping up to the foot of Happanuk Hill, the heroes found a scene of unspeakable pagan sacrifice already in the process of beginning! Their friend the eagle-giant was standing a glowering guard over Medea as she stood, dressed in deerskin robes still dripping the blood of a faun, holding high a black-bound book and arguing with a wraith - a spectral phantom of a woman in similar garb, her ghostly body seared at the edges as if by a powerful flame. "No, you don't understand the proper meaning of this use of mugwort! Go bother your-oh, thank Hades, supers are here!" At Medea's words, Unferth rose from his position at the foot of the sacred circle and hefted a mighty axe in his hands, the brown-bearded, muscular warrior looking ready to do battle. "You won't cheat Volvur of her liberation! Not after all these centuries!" he called in accented English, the ghost flying down to join him as a ghostly, flame-licked companion. "Her suffering ends now!" "AN ETERNITY IN HELL COMES TO AN END TONIGHT!" The witch-ghost hissed menacingly. "My power has never been greater than it is on this, fifteen hundred years since I took my life!" For her part, Medea went back to chanting over the woman strapped to the flatrock on the hilltop, her park ranger's uniform showing her profession even as the gag over her mouth muffled her screams! "What are you complaining about? You should be thanking me!" Medea was heard to sneer at the captured ranger.
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Kit is up!
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As Ember fell from the sky, her flaming aura snuffed out by Solar Sentinel's blast, Henry felt something cold and hot at the same time pushing at the edges of his brain as if trying to worm its way into his already-battered consciousness. His putative ally, Tesla Atom, took this opportunity to make her escape. "We'll get you help, Uncle Jack!" she called, zipping away at high speeds, leaving a green trail in the air behind her. "Take it from here, Solar Sentinel!" she called, her voice then lost in the wind as she made it at least a mile away before Henry could blink. Down below, still holding the baby, the now-shirtless Maximus went to pass Kit. "We need to get Julie's son too; there's no way any of them will abandon a child like this. You seemed to strike it up with Argent, maybe you can help her see reason. We can't let those people escape with these kids!"
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Jump teleports down to where Argent is and grabs Empath's kid, knowing she won't leave without her, and rejoins Aura on the roof. Tesla Atom flies all-out towards the Goodman Building with Jack - in this case that's a mile, since her all-out is halved while carrying a heavy load. Ember Psion, bruisedx2 and dazed...stays that way. Aura Psion, seeing her cousin in danger, lashes out against Solar Sentinel - DC 15 Will save, and don't forget you are at -2 thanks to your shaken condition.
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Blue Jay is up
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Clock Queen slapped the Mars Bar right out of Richard's hand, then smacked him in the back of the head for good measure - with her speed, she could do both at the same time. "Damn it, Dickie, what did I tell you? Never, ever, ever take candy from Medea!" The villainous speedster frowned as Richard rubbed his head and wondered where he was supposed to get candy now! "I am going to have a _talk_ with that crazy Greek broad. Damn crazy garlic-eating psycho case..." "Goddamit, Medea, shouldn't Stratos be keeping you on a leash these days?" Fast-Forward couldn't reach her up there, but the Tome of Theurgy could, and he ran in circles at the feet of the blinded witch-queen at super-speed, his footsteps leaving behind a glowing sigil in the shape of an inverted L rolled over on its side. He flipped through the pages of Violet Pennyworth's book, chanting in a Latin and English mix so fast it could hardly be made out. "jasperandplantaingivemethyfuryofalchameththepowerofthelordofsummer!" And then suddenly lightning split the sky overhead, an impossibly reddish bolt that smashed into the already-blinded Medea who shrieked in surprise, her armored robes falling to the ground, leaving her only in a lady's gown high in the air, as Richard summoned another bolt of lightning. "That's for my family, you crazy witch!
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New round! Fast-Forward is up. FF: Has only one power to use here - the stormy light of Arcturus. The DC to hit Medea is currently 12...http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4383364/ = 20 OK, she has a Tou save to make! http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4383367/ = which she fails, but only by two, and is bruised! You know what - not on my watch! FF surges (spending an HP) and blasts her again - http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4383369/ All right, she is bruised x2, dazed, and http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4383376/ has lost her Force Field! So she has a Tou of -1 and the DC to hit her is 12. Welp
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http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4382280/ Bruised and dazed!
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Frost clapped his hands together in a puff of chilly white mist, speaking with a noticeably thickened accent a few moments later. "So, then, let us begin our work! I can manage something small as all of famine and hunger for a while. Yes." He hmmed and added, "Say, I am old Soviet monster and about a hundred years old, but young lady here may want to have children someday," he said with a nod towards Wander, "and Gabriel has young ladyfriend." He didn't look troubled by the revelation of Gabriel's discontent with his office, but did file it away for future reference about the man. It must be difficult for a man of his beliefs to be here among his gods. Should I tell him it is no different than carrying Ares' sword a while? No, I am not supposed to talk about these things at the office. "How long we have these posts for, eh? Till other horsemen attack and we can thrash them?"
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http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4382254/ She is demoralized, boyeee http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4382256/ = she is blind and demoralized!
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Help the man out, Shadowblade