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Getting in advance: Free action: turn insubstantial Move action: fly out of the Humvee Standard action: Frost will attempt to aim his targeted area cone attack so that it sweeps the rooftops without actually hitting the people inside the buildings. I'll have him All-Out Attack +2 and take 10 vs minions, so that's an effective to-hit of 20 for, let's say the left side. Let me know how that goes, and if that's possible.
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"Better to deal with it now than in weeks when mountain caves in and takes ocean with it," said Frost seriously, peering above the treeline with narrow red eyes, as if trying to stare his way through all the solid rock beneath them by sheer force of will. As the transports roared in from the carrier, their engines briefly cutting down on conversation, he shouted, "Suggest we gather what we need and go there directly! No time for delays, but cannot fight monster on island with civilians around. Is bad fortune." Memories of his previous trip to Kaiju Island were still not far from his mind as he paced, sand crunching under his soft leather boots. "If creature is summoned to the surface, can it be confronted?" he inquired of the others. "Or would that simply trigger cataclysm we all seek to avoid? Confrontation through solid rock will be thornier problem than in open air."
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http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4004354/ Arcane Lore vs. NC = 22
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"You both are simply delightful," said Frost, clapping his gloved hands together. "I only wish this day had come years ago. You will pardon their manners, I hope," he said to the actual Freedom League members, "gods do not have the experience of mortal world to know enough of mortal politeness. There must have been great crisis above for Set and Sekmet to so descend; even Horus had to come long way back in old times." He hmmed, putting a hand on his chin. "Porheps it would be better to take them to Freedom Hall, or the satellite above it, so that they can tell their story in more detail. Boy Set can tell us his plans to be a great hero, and Sekmet can tell us what he has lately done." He turned to Nick Cimiterie and his eyes lit up. "Ah, delightful, delightful. So I am not only practioner on scene, eh? Tell me, Nick, what do you think of this turn of events?"
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"Hey, neat! Well, I guess I can understand that, there's only so many things a space robot can do to pass the time in Freedom City. If Redbird wasn't bored, you guys would probably not have the free time to settle down together anyway. So that's cool. And I think it's really great you guys are moving in together like that. You make a good couple. Just don't tell Trevor I said that," he added with a laugh. He fell silent for a moment, thinking, then went on, "You know, I think about that timeline we went to during graduation a lot. You know, the terrible future one where Freedom City was gone and you and I had hooked up and had a kid?" The restaurant was noisy enough that luckily Mark's words vanished beneath ESPN beyond their table. "There wasn't any real risk of that happening here, but we've both been lucky to skip a lot of mistakes most people our age make. So good for us."
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Frost, at least, seemed to recognize the leonine interloper. "She Who Mauls! How delightful to see you as well among the mortals." And no Horus in sight? Are we to be denied him as a teenager? Ah, life is full of many small tragedies. Comrade Frost put his hands in his ample pockets and held back a chuckle at great effort. Ah, young people. "Whatever grudge you have with this young fellow, you should not be solving it here. League would happy to transport you both to Giza, I am sure. It..." He hesitated, then admitted, "Though you know, I had some fun at Sutekh's expense, but if some disaster has intervened to transform Helipolitans into adolescents, we will offer you what assistance we can." Frost shrugged, all cold mist to Sekhmet's desert heat.
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Comrade Frost Gather Info DC 10 Comrade Frost is an ice-controlling Russian superhero DC 15 He is currently attached to the Freedom League as a liaison from the Peoples' Heroes. DC 20 Frost is quite old, and was active as far back as the Second World War. He is not actually a cold controller, but a thermovore. Knowledge (Arcane Lore) DC 10 Frost's powers are magic, though not spells. DC 15 Frost is a famous magic hero - the only Soviet mystic specialist for many, many years. DC 20 Frost's powers derive from channeling the icy cold of Nifleheim. DC 25 Frost is the living dead, a draugr of Norse lore animated not by a thirst for blood but by a thirst for heat. Knowledge (History) DC 10 World War II was particularly brutal on the Eastern Front, with the conflict between superhumans especially nasty. DC 15 Comrade Frost is the only surviving member of the WWII-era incarnation of the Peoples' Heroes. DC 20 Frost has been an active super-agent for first the Soviet, then the Russian government, since the 1940s. DC 25 Frost has traditionally been involved in magical crises of one kind or another over the years.
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Mark shook his head immediately. "No way, she'd never do that. Nina and her father have a weird relationship, but she loves him. She thinks he's a great man, and a great ruler of his people. A lot of the time she tries to convince _me_ to move to Socotra permanently, since I can just warp my way back home if I need to." He sighed. "It's because she's the youngest, I think. The older kids like Morakot grew up in the old days when Typhoon was always fighting supervillains, or looking for a new wife, or something like that, but as long as she's been alive, she's been the youngest, and he's always been there for her. She's never seen him with the mask off. Well, I mean, she's seen him with the mask off, that would be really weird, but not the "not-such-a-bad-guy" mask." He smiled a little. "She does admit she would like not having to bow to him so much, so at least there's that. So, tell me more about you and Trevor," he suggested. "You guys have been together a long time too..."
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"She's got two more years. She settled on metahuman studies for her major, finally, so she'll have a real degree when she goes back to Socotra." He grinned at Erin, though he didn't punch her back. "And that's the thing, all those were just a passing fling, one way or another. But this is...different." He shrugged. "I know she can be kind of a jerk when we socialize, but that's just how she acts around other people. When we're together, she's a different person. Sometimes that's good, sometimes that's bad, you know how it is." When the food got there, they stopped talking for a few moments to eat before Mark went on. "You know, it's kind of funny. For all that her family talks about being royal, their lineage doesn't go back any further than her dad. I think that's why they overcompensate sometimes, since most of the Socotran royal family thing is just stuff Typhoon made up in his head."
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Edge wound up with Gorrell's team, for all that the urge to just go there himself was quite strong. But he knew that he was part of a larger organization now, and that meant that he had to work as part of a team. Showing up by himself without the rest of his team around him would only confuse everybody, not to mention him, and leave him without any idea of what he was supposed to be doing. "If you tag the equipment caches here with GPSs, I can get them set up over at the engineering site." The sad part was, though Mark had occasionally pushed his powers to the point of repairing bodies, it was incredibly dangerous work - he was far better at building then mending.
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"I will take moment to prepare myself," said Frost as he rose to his feet. "I have some experience dealing with hostile dimensions overrun by uncontrolled growths, though plants in California will be entirely new to me. Best if we have way to keep in touch with each other and with magical realms in dimension we visit. Back in one minute." He headed for the small room he had turned into his office during his liason assignment and began digging for supplies, pulling together the magical arsenal that would make it possible to reach Hel, Nergal, and the other gods with whom he had had dealings over the years. Even in another dimension, the words would be the same, though they would only know him at a remove.
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"The sky back home is nothing like the sky here," he said reflectively. "Our sun is always up, even if you can't see it most of the time, and it's green instead of blue. You have to be way up on a sector roof to see it at all, but when you do it's like no other world I've heard about. Even if it's only real to us," he admitted with a thin smile. Moving on to the much more attractive possibilities of getting to see much more of Eliza, he went on, "OK, do you think I should meet them first? If they know me, know I'm your boyfriend, maybe they won't think it's weird if we're hanging out together...you know." Sharl wasn't really up on most relationship details, but he was a quick study. "For school."
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Gah! Citizen hung back, letting Temperance take point in what was definitely a crisis in her wheelhouse. The bizarre uniform diversity of the crowd made the Tronikian, still deep in his bones used to a world where everyone looked and mostly acted the same, feel deeply uneasy even beyond the already bizarre circumstances they were all dealing with. "We already have a city," he told the figures in his best authoritative Miss Americana voice. "I have two, for that matter. Who are you, and what are you doing here?" He looked around, frowning. "Everything here looks strange. Is that your doing?"
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"No, he...hey, I guess I never showed you!" Mark reached into his pocket and pulled out his big brown leather wallet, digging out a family picture that it took Erin a moment to recognize - the dark-skinned man and woman in the hospital room were unmistakeably Prince Morakot and his bride Nepthys, and the little baby she was holding had to be the serpentine child, particularly when she looked closely and saw the cat-like gleam in tiny, half-opened eyes. "You're a god-aunt, kind of! Prince Siddig was born back in early January, and everybody's doing just fine. Luckily Serpent babies don't change their shape until they're teenagers. It's so their mothers don't get exposed when they're sneaking around. I sent pictures to you and Trevor, but that was....you know, back when." He shrugged. "Anyway, Nina's dad didn't take it well." He frowned. "Morakot hasn't been back to Socotra since, and I don't think he wants to. The royal family doesn't see foreign visitors much these days. Half the time I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop and Nina's dad to pull her out of school and take her back home, but she says she's pleaded with him enough to let her finish her education that it hasn't been an issue yet. As for how things are going...it's kind of weird," he admitted. "I've never dated a girl this long before, but things are going well. She's very...intense, very driven. Not like some of the girls I knew at Claremont."
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"This is...this is delightful!" said Frost, suddenly breaking out in a smile that was somewhere on the border between kind and unkind. "You are shrunken, and it is marvelous! Forgive me earlier," he said with a wave, "I remembered the Set of old, you know, the all-conquering destroyer who wanted to see the Sun devoured by his serpentine master. Should I treat that coming with anything but alarm? But you are...not alarming." He waved at the car. "Think nothing of it. Technology has advanced too fast these many years. As for my name, I am Comrade Frost," he said with a shrug. "I am too frozen in my ways to change with every hot gust of political change. And why would I call myself other? Are you any less Set for what you are now?" To the others, he said, "I knew Set the Destroyer of old. He would lie, he would cheat, he would steal, he would...well, I am no old woman to gossip, but you know the stories." He looked around at the cratered street and the still-shadow-wrapped car. "But never this. This sort of deception was beyond his reach, even when he did pretend to be young and weak. I have seen the power in his soul. I knew him well and saw his aura enough to recognize it today. This is Sutekh himself, but diminutive. What a fine day this has become. Is Horus shrunken as well?" he inquired. With his light-wielding powers and holy weapon, Horus the Avenger had not been a favorite of Frost among American superheroes.
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"You!" Comrade Frost had not yet made the kinds of connections in Freedom City he'd hoped to make during his year's liason duty - he also didn't sleep, rarely ate, and was scholarly enough that he spent much of his time studying in the League's archives of old cases. A minor member of the People's Heroes, REALLY? But the emergency alarm had pulled him from his studies, and though for some strange reason he had missed Fleur de Joie's teleport he had managed to catch an electronic transmission to the impact site just in time to be confronted with a figure he recognized instantly. The Soviet Union had been an ally of Nasser's in the 1950s and 1960s, dispatching aid to help him root out the super-problems that kept attempting to restore this or that long-dead mummy to rule as the Undying King of Egypt, or gods who had sought to summon long-gone Heliopolis from the ground below, or a thousand other threats largely missed by Americans who had generally seen Set clash only with his brother on the streets. Comrade Frost knew Set only too well. Freezing mist floating in the air behind him, the red-eyed Frost advanced on the pagan juggernaut that he knew only too well, automatically backing up his erstwhile teammate. "Even with a new face, I remember you, Son of Geb. You will find Earth's defenders no warmer to your entreaties than they once were. How did you escape pyramidal prison?" As he spoke, he pulled out a pair of gold-rimmed bifocals and peered at Set, his eyes narrowing with something between suspicion and wonder. "That is...that is you. Wait a moment." He put the spectacles away, his suspicion and anger cracking like melting ice. Guarded concern in his accented voice now, he asked, "What has happened to you, Sutekh?"
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All right, spending an HP to have Frost's usual Detect Magic up via Ritualist, if that's okay, Giz Hitting 20 automatically on Arcane Lore http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4001813/ 24 on Theo + Philo 19 on Notice http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4001814/
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http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4001746/ Frost goes on 18
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Sharl hesitated for what felt like forever as they studied the scene, then snapped his fingers as if coming to a conclusion. "It's fake! Don't you see it?" He pointed to the corners of the little square of nothingness they were in, the places where the traffic lights didn't quite line up with each other, where the sidewalk seemed to bend, and all the other places that had made the already sensitive program all the more suspicious. "It's some kind of illusion, or fake city block, or...the nothing isn't a nothing!" he exclaimed. "Something's _behind_ this."
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http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4000471/ 14
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"Well, like I said, I've been visiting my mom, doing some stuff around the house for her..." Mark's aura of good cheer dimmed at that for just a brief moment before he went on. "And working with Claremont some too. Some of the new kids have been volunteering through the internship program, or the service learning stuff, and they've actually gone on some UNISON expeditions. I wish I'd thought to do that when I was a student, it might have made my job a little easier," he said with a grin. "Anyway, things have been pretty great, mostly. Nina's on her way back from Socotra with her break over, so I'll be able to start seeing more of her again." The catfish place turned out to be a fairly straightforward Southern-style eatery right there in Port Regal, not the only one of its kind but by no means unpleasant. Mark and Erin wound up with a table underneath a giant picture of a fishing boat at the mouth of the Mississippi that was probably older than both of them put together. "So how are things going with you and Trevor? I hear you've done some cool new stuff lately..."
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Mark didn't comment on the way out; this was a serious moment and he could tell Erin had something weighing on her mind. He knew the feeling, and was really glad things had gone so well with Singularity. When they were outside, and no disasters or frantic cries had called them back in, Mark gave Erin a bright smile. "So, you still up for lunch?" he offered. "I think we deserve a little credit, and a little reward, for a job well-done. It's been a long time since I've actually eaten something in Freedom City that wasn't for work or at home. But I still remember most of the good places. There's a nice catfish seafood place around here," he offered, "a guy from Louisiana moved up here when the voudon stuff took off and now he's got a good spread."
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"No thank you," said Frost with a polite wave in Siobhan's direction. "I am all ice and snow on inside and cannot take drugs. It is heat and smoke I prefer in tobacco in any case. Though it is delightful to know there is someone who has not abandoned instruments of civilization." He hmmed at the archaeologist's words. "I am familiar with Saddam's interest in Babylonian artifacts. A common vice for dictators such as this. Lacking their own superpowers, their policies killing or driving away super-agents, they look back to heritage of their nation for it. American military arrived in Baghdad ten years ago. I know of American agents who would be delighted to hold such artifact if there were promises of great power in mix. Why has taken so long for AEGIS to take interest in this matter?"
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"I'll let you know. Everything right now is...up in the air." He sketched an invisible pattern on Eliza's hand, thinking about the future. "There's not much you could do in the physical world, since we can't let water get anywhere near some of those corrupted systems. Your powers would probably work there once you were uploaded, if they're something the system can understand. It's pretty flexible these days." He looked into Eliza's eyes for a moment, his mind wandering. "Anyway, er. You'd be really useful there, even if you couldn't stay. It's an island city." He took a breath and admitted, "I'm really...really excited. Do you think we should try your house, you know? I can't really sneak you back into my school..."
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"Okay, sure," said Aquaria cautiously. "Sounds like we'll do fine," she reassured Ms. Wainwright. "Anyway, as you can probably tell, I've spent the whole day cleaning up next to Riverside Park and I'm filthy. I'm going to go take a long, hot shower." And with that she turned around and headed into the bathroom, leaving the little group to themselves. "I think I'm ready," said Jessie suddenly, looking around the room and then at the others. "This is a good place for me. Thank you for coming, Erin," she said seriously as the sound of the shower started up in the bathroom. "I'm going to talk with Jessie some more about our facilities," said Wainwright, "and give her more of a tour. You're welcome to stop by any time," she said to Erin, "just make sure to call ahead first so we can make sure it's all right with Jessie."