Avenger Assembled
-
Posts
23,153 -
Joined
-
Last visited
Content Type
Profiles
Forums
Freedom City Guidebook
Freedom City PBP: A How-To Guide
Gallery
Events
Everything posted by Avenger Assembled
-
"Plain," said Sharl as he went to work in the kitchen. Gina's kitchen was much better-equipped than this one, a legacy of just how much money his mentor had, and even in that one he wasn't usually allowed to experiment. But he could follow directions and figure out what was going on fast, and he suspected that was all Eliza's dad really needed to see. "We don't have the same kind of spices, or variety, or...well, much of anything that you have here. I've been making note of Freedom City cuisine to see if I can replicate it when I move back home." Even now, after going to bed with Eliza, he realized he still planned to go back to Tronik when his schooling was done. "It's mostly stuff we catch in the oceans, and stuff we grow ourselves in tanks. Compared to Freedom City, everything is much more crowded than it is here, and we're only just opening up new land where people can live. It's very different."
-
Caradoc knelt down by the fallen coach and patted the 'horses' awkwardly, feeling a strange sense of empathy for the near-mindless creature. "There were other ways to do that," he said out loud, before rising to his feet and walking in a slow, mechanical stride towards the coachman and the gateway he'd opened. Steve was familiar with other dimensions and the dangers of visiting them in ignorance, perhaps more so than any of the others could imagine. He rounded on the coachman too, gigantic sword in his hand. "Before we go through, tell us what Victoria is and what we will find there. And what is _this_?" he asked in genuine bafflement, pointing at the coachman as he inquired of the others. "Ye seem to know his like, ye Gabriel."
-
The famous Alan Curtis was probably pretty impressive if you hadn't fought Omega hand-to-hand; he was tall and bulky with a physique that was muscle as well as fat, his black beard long and bushy and down to his chest, his laugh booming enough that for a moment it sounded like he had speakers hooked up somewhere. Up close he was just some guy, with deep enough bags under his eyes that his age was obvious. He was probably just a couple of years younger than Mark's dad, who had worn his years with grace. He looked like a particularly showy magician in glittering black and red robes covered in gold and jewelry that neither Mark nor Erin knew enough about to tell if it was fake; carrying in his hands a long white viper-headed cane whose snakey top wore two glowing red gems for eyes. Curtis didn't look up as he passed beneath Erin and Mark, he seemed to be spending his time trying to chat up a much younger woman who seemed to be hanging on his every word. She wore a costume line the Minoan goddess Martha had been concerned about - a tight bodice which covered nothing above the chest, a long flounched skirt, and an apron made of material with embroidered snake decorations. If not for a thin, nearly sheer chemise over her top, emblazoned in writhing gold serpents, the woman might have been nearly topless - as it was she looked almost shockingly risque for what was otherwise such a staid party. No one around them, however, seemed to be commenting on this. The small group that had been with him, a handful of middle-manager types in sensible suits, certainly didn't seem to be paying attention - they headed as one down the hallway and disappeared into a half-open room that Erin and Mark had seen was full of snacks on the way in.
-
"Hey, you leave my girl alone!" yelled Citizen, diving into the crowd and throwing body-blows at the weird creature that was targeting Eliza. Maybe she could handle herself, but they'd adventured together enough for him to know that he could generally take far more punishment than his all-too-human girlfriend. "You're just some weird freaks from another dimension who think you can show up here and ruin things for the rest of us!" he added as he landed a solid punch that knocked a whole row of the manifested creatures down. "I really hate that! Earth is weird enough without the likes of you causing problems!" He floated in the air, back to back with his sweetheart, and realized that as obnoxious as these jerks were he was almost enjoying himself. "You want to get to Temperance, you gotta go through me, jerks!"
-
Through the door, Erin heard a melodramatic laugh, almost like a hammy actor overplaying the part of "villain", and then chanting in a language she didn't understand. If that was Alan Curtis, he had a deep, booming voice that might have made him as good a baritone actor as a comic book writer. Following it up came a slow, rhythmic chant in English that she did understand. "Yes. We all love the snake. Yes." And then came that laugh again, and an English-accented voice that boomed, "Aaah, what a wonderful performance! We will all have such a great show tonight, my friends! Go ahead and take five, everybody, we can't be tired out for the biiig show! Hahaha!" Beside her, Mark was biting his lip, obviously fighting the urge to throw open the door and confront the man, but then he shot a look her way as they heard footsteps heading straight for the doors from the other side!
-
"Sure," said Mark readily. "Coming right with you." He headed out after Erin with a smile back at the table of his family friends, only his hands in his pockets betraying his stress. As soon as they were in the hallway, after a look both ways, Mark took a moment to rub his eyes. "I...I almost wish they weren't so worried," he confessed softly. "If they were all loopy-eyed with bad mojo magic, all this would make a lot more sense. But they've been my mom's friends for thirty years, and they're really worried about her." He looked at Erin and added, "What they weren't saying, is that the company has had a lot of budget problems over the years, especially after the movie flopped. If they have to get a new artist to do Andi, they're going to lose readers, which means they're probably going to have to fire people..."
-
"Sure," said Sharl readily, his legs now stable enough under him. "That's something any guest should do. I really like food here," he said, following Michael down to the kitchen with a wink Eliza's way. "Food people serve in Freedom City, anyway. There's just so much culture here, so many things blended together, it's really remarkable. And all this with just, what, two hundred years of civilized history in the area? It's amazing!" He thought for a moment, trying to make conversation with the older man that stayed far away from his daughter. "But I guess that's not really fair. Those people who lived here before European colonizers arrived, they must have been incredibly courageous to just live among trees and wild animals without trying to do anything about them. I wonder how their food tasted."
-
Edge looked down into the skylight, saw the rampaging skeleton, and nodded. "All right, people, we've been training for this! We can handle a rogue dinosaur, even if it is a skeleton! My advice is, go for the vital bones! The ones holding up the legs! We can deal with the teeth on our own time. Remember like in the movie, they have a big head, but very little arms!" And indeed they had been training for dinosaurs, thanks to Erin and Joe's experience dealing with dinosaur invaders from another dimension and Trevor's ability to plan for just about anything. Mark didn't know how Eve was vis-a-vis fighting skeleton monsters from the Cretaceous, but he was supremely confident that the agile psychic would come up with something useful. Turning to Wander, he tucked in to make grabbing him easier. "Let's do this!"
-
Let me know if there's anything you want done here mechanically, TT, otherwise Frost is just spamming a +2 Power Attack with his thermovorous touch until the machine is busted.
-
"I am hole in space-time," said Comrade Frost with a reassuring wink Gaian Knight's way, putting his bare hands on the great machine again. "All will be fine." He thought for a moment, then gave Willow a serious look. "Best if you watch Fleur de Joie - or go with her as handmaiden or acolyte, if you can. She is powerful plant controller, but we are in uncharted waters." As he spoke, ice began crystallizing on the sides of the dimensional transporter, the air in the room growing noticeably colder as it did so. "Greatest hazard of those is ice. On the subject - I have reached below 200 degrees Kelvin in past but consequences have been...unpleasant. I believe even extraordinary machine will freeze at such temperatures."
-
Frost flies into the vehicle where Haboob is - he wants to fight the other 'cloud' guy, since he knows that's a tough problem for solid guys, and doesn't know Haboob has been fool enough to go solid! Seeing him hit, he tags him with a +2 All-Out Attack using his Thermovorous touch, using non-lethal.: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4022889/ And it hits! That's a DC 27 Tou save for Haboob
-
Edge Inspires over the commlink. I'll get an IC post up shortly.
-
Edge Seizes Initiative.
-
"I just want my mom to get better," said Mark, not quite looking at Erin as they pulled into the garage. "I know things will never go back to how they were. Not for her, not for me, not for how we were as a family...but she's been through enough, she should just be able to be happy. Things need to get better for her. She was so happy, you know, when you agreed to do this, so sure it was going to make things right. And that's what we'll do," he said definitively, as if trying to reassure himself as much as Erin. "We'll do this, because we promised, and then afterwards I'll make sure she gets help. Things are going to get better because of what we do tonight." He gave Erin a reassuring smile, and if he wasn't all the way better, it looked like her words had least pointed him in the right direction. The Andi Comics buffet dinner and talent show turned out to be a fairly sedate affair; no surprise given the middle-aged corporate types who made up most of the leadership. If you left out the giant picture of America's favorite perpetual teenager over the small stage and a few posters of famous characters like Kim Park or Prince Sweetheart, it might have been any other second-tier corporate get-together. Mark found them the table reserved in his mom's name, and soon was introducing his cousin to several artists and writers who were carefully asking "How's your mom doing?" in between shaking Erin's hand. "She's okay, she's resting at home," Mark reassured them automatically. "Is Alan Curtis here? I didn't know how he was doing after everything that happened." "Oh yeah, he's fine," said Ted Barker, a middle-aged man with a heavy combover in a suit that must have been in fashion about a decade before Mark or Erin was born. "I don't think he's coming to the buffet, he's setting up for his stage show. it's really gonna be something!"
-
"Hmmm." Frost drifted up to the nearest fiend and solidified into a human shape, billowy clouds briefly forming the shape of a cape behind him as he approached the nearest tzitzimitl. "Woman, listen," he said, putting his hand against the Aztec monster's face and draining the life from its writhing form, ice crystals erupting from beneath its skin as he froze its solidified flesh as he would a block of wood. "You are beaten. You will be beaten worse. You know that gods in Omeyocan do look below and laugh at your failures, and sneer that you are no protectors of women if you can be beaten so handily. It is regrettable but they are quite harsh. Would you go home and prove your valour there in battle against the others? Or simply be beaten worse here and go home with the humiliation multiplied a hundred-fold?" He shrugged, doing his best to be diplomatic around the American supers.
-
Comrade Frost: approaches one of the 14 - Tzitzimimeh x3 - Bound (+6 Toughness), Pinned and uses his Drain Tou. DC 24 vs a Rank 12 Tou Drain w/+ 2 Power Attack
-
"All good things, I hope!" Sharl joked. His nerves were all on edge between what he and Eliza had just done Don't look at the bed, don't look at the bed. He shook the man's hand firmly, trying to find some sign of the mysterious heritage Eliza had told him about in his eyes. "We were just getting in some studying, you know, computer programming and stuff. Eliza's really got a good handle on this stuff," he said, keeping a perfectly straight face even as he heard the words coming out of his mouth. Luckily he didn't sweat while in his computerized form. "So she tells me you work down at the docks? That's really neat. Back home, I used to love to go down to the water's edge and watch the ships come in." And that was all true, for all that the ships of the plankton fleet dwarfed all but the largest terrestrial supertanker.
-
For his part, Caradoc neglected the coachman entirely and closed on the coach, the armored knight slowly advancing on the vehicle that he gradually began to recognize was no ordinary vehicle. Horses were all one body with the coach itself, twitching extensions of the all-too-living main body. It reminded the man behind the armor, suddenly, terribly, of the rickshaws of the Terminus. He caught 'equine' nostrils snuffling wildly at the air as he approached, and suddenly came to a realization. "You know, don't you? You can smell it in the air." He walked up to the lead horse and put an armored finger to its lips and spoke. His soft, mechanical whisper was harsh, harsher than Steve liked being, but he grew uncomfortable with actually attacking a mindless servant if there were alternatives. "Sssh. Be very quiet, and do not move. If you attempt to escape, or rescue that creature, you will be found." He turned and fired a double-blast at the coachman, which unfortunately went wild, hurtling past him without actually making contact. Careless, he chided himself. Don't fire into melee with someone that swift. "The coach-thing has been subdued!"
-
Harrier flies up to the coach as a move action, then takes a standard action to Intimidate it. DC 30 check which it cannot pass. He then turns, surges (-1 HP to cancel the fatigue), and fires a blast at the Coachman from behind. http://rolz.org/myroomlog?r=FCPbP+The+Sun+Never+Sets = 14 Well, shouldn't have Power Attacked! Oh, what the heck - might as well get a little fancy. http://rolz.org/group =23 Hah-hah, guess I shouldn't have tried to get fancy! OK, down 2 HP (but I have complication plans later, but one of the bad guys should be out of the fight for the moment...
-
Mark was waiting by his car on time, looking business dapper in his sports jacket, slacks, and red tie. It wasn't the sort of outfit he'd have worn to a formal UNISON event, but this certainly wasn't that. "Hi, cousin," he said with a little smile, carefully not looking back at the house behind him where he knew his mom was watching. He knew she'd appreciate it more if he acted like everything was normal, as if he wasn't acutely aware that she would be sitting up all night until they came home. "You look nice," he said, cracking the door for her before walking over to the drivers' side. Inside Mark's car was its usual neat self - as lazy as Mark could be, looking good was one thing he always took the time to do. Or maybe it was just that he was lucky enough to never make a mess. He turned off the Soquitri language CD on his radio as they headed out. "Okay, if anyone asks, tell them you're a fan of Kim Park. Kim is the newest student at Oceanside and he's a trans man. My mom introduced him last year and he's gotten a lot of good press, but he hasn't been in that many stories. That way they won't expect you to know the kinds of stuff a long-term fan would know. It's that or be a squealing fangirl, and that doesn't sound much like you." He snerked, then sobered quickly as he remembered the gravity of the situation. "We'll probably just be expected to eat something from the buffet, then watch the talent show. It shouldn't be too hard."
-
"I...oh, man, really?" Sharl jumped to his feet and looked around for a moment for a place to hide. "Oh jeez, oh jeez, oh jeez..." He was about to gather up his clothes when suddenly he was dressed again; his shirt, pants, and jacket having jumped back onto his body as if they'd never left. It was like watching a video game character upload his clothing mode. He looked down in surprise, not having expected this new power. "What...how'd I do that?" Shaking his head, he whispered urgently, "Quick, uh, get dressed! Make like we were studying something!" He sat down at her desk and hastily opened the textbook he'd left there, throwing it open at random to the computer science he'd been studying.
-
'Caradoc' didn't address the coachman - Steve wasn't much for banter at the best of times, not to mention in the middle of a high-speed chase through Freedom City. He didn't like the coachman's manners or his method, but he was experienced enough to know to go for the vehicle rather than the bad guy himself. Instead he flipped over on his back, jetpack roaring as he easily kept up with the speeding coach. He drove his blade into the wheels, the whole coach vibrating as the shrieking tip hit the spokes, cutting deeper and deeper as he pushed harder and harder. It was only a matter of time until he cut deep enough to break the wheels and flip the entire contraption over - hopefully by then they would be in a less populated area!
-
No, TT, Harrier attacked the coach, not the coachman.
-
"Formal, but not too formal. They're business professionals throwing a party, but you're not gonna see anyone in tux and tails or anything." Mark had never been invited to one of Erin and Trevor's social functions, largely because his personal background just didn't fit into that kind of occasion, but he knew enough not to tell someone who lived at Hunter Mansion to go all-out. "In any event, I'll take care of all the explaining and stuff. They may peg you for a super since they know I work for UNISON's super-division, but since you don't they shouldn't look too closely." He sighed, and said "Thank you for this, Erin, so much. I may have a lot of people I like, but I don't have a lot of people I would trust with something like this."
-
Populace 2 is punching his girlfriend! http://rolz.org/myroomlog?r=FCPbP+Backstage+Pass 23 vs Populace 2 DC 23 tou save for the sucka