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ic And Countless Screaming Argonauts [IC]
Avenger Assembled replied to trollthumper's topic in Midtown
"Geez, if it's the Crime League, we can't take any chances," said Mark soberly. It wasn't that he feared the most notorious supervillains of Freedom City, just the opposite, but he certainly was aware of how powerful they were. "They could wreck the place in a minute, or be setting an ambush for heroes. Yeah, let's do it the smart way," he said with a nod to Wander and Midnight: it wasn't that Joe wasn't the smart way, but the plan had originally come from his old friends. "You want me to 'port you guys in somewhere quiet, like the cafeteria or one of the janitor's closets in the Allies wing, or do you want to go in covert the whole way?" -
OK, Harrier goes ahead and attacks the nearest drone. 20 If that hits, that's a DC 32 Tou save for that drone. If it misses, he'll spend an HP to reroll. His defense is currently at +7 (so his TN to hit is 17)
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ic Celebrating Liberty Through Meat and Explosions [IC]
Avenger Assembled replied to trollthumper's topic in North Bay
"I didn't bring the manual," said Mark as he handed the jetpack over to Joe, "but you're basically bulletproof so it should be fine, right? Just try and use it somewhere far away from anything, so you don't crash into houses or into people if you have an accident. That's no way to spend the holiday!" He cracked open an ice-cold canned lemonade, so cold the condensation was still on it, and admired Trevor's impressive barbecue gear. "That is totally an awesome grillset, Trevor," he said with real respect, "You could feed half the neighborhood on that thing! Oh man, is that a Wagner?" He said, bending down to admire one of the base grill units. If Mark knew anything, it was summertime gear. "That is sweet." He pulled on a Freedom City Rocks baseball cap against the heat and stretched. "Man, it's hot," he said, shielding his eyes as he looked up at the sun. "Are we sure there's not a giant magnifying glass up there, trying to melt the city?" -
ic Celebrating Liberty Through Meat and Explosions [IC]
Avenger Assembled replied to trollthumper's topic in North Bay
As if summoned, the sky overhead rippled as if the heat waves were getting especially intense. A moment later, Mark Lucas descended on a pillar of white smoke and puff of noise, a big silvery pack on his back showing how he was staying in the air. He landed, pressed a button, and the jetpack shut itself off. "You guys. You guys, I have a jetpack." He grinned. "I got it on loan for the holiday, and tried to fly here, but I got bored so I just popped in instead and-" Smiling, he took off the pack and set it down, then swept up first Erin, then Joe in a hug. "Oh man, when was the last time we all got together like this, just for fun? It's totally awesome. Is Trevor doing the meat thing?" he asked Erin. -
Wander is starting to feel cold and slow again, though not as bad as before: she's also slowly beginning to discolor back towards the black and red cast that was on her when Nightmare Doom's spell was active.
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With the sad remains of the Midnight Cycle gathered up, Redbird as sorrowful as anyone else at the loss of her steed, the space bikers and their Young Freedom passengers sped off into the red skies of the Terminus at first supersonic, then superliminal speeds, the heroes catching a quick glimpse of the orbiting black sphere that must have been the control hub for the Hounds' broadcast before zipping away into the cold red dark of Terminus space. "Hard Mama and I have been talking," said Max, shooting a look back at his erstwhile lady friend before turning to address the heroes on the other bikes, the big man himself having taken a position behind his lady on the bike, "and we're going to take you back to the Silver Tree. The Furions have a gateway back to Earth-Prime." "We owe you a lifedebt," said Hard Mama, looking rather more subdued than before, albeit still flintily determined as she spoke to the heroes, not minding the idea of letting the Wyldride handle itself in the spaceways as they cruised through silent space, dimly-lit planets with no suns, and the drifting space debris of the Terminus. "All of you. Maybe you didn't see us as our best today, but you damn sure will the next time we meet," she said determinedly. "And we _will_ meet again." The Terminus was an eerie place, even at warp speed, the space around them devoid of stars and life, with only that eerie reddish glow coming from everywhere providing illumination. Of the planets they passed, most were dead or burning; the living planets in the Terminus, explained one of the Overriders, the balding woman carrying Changeling and Sage, Custos flying along in the bike's superluminal wake, weren't places free people generally wanted to visit. The exception was the Silver Tree, the shining home of the Furions, even though it was usually a place the Overriders preferred to (at best) visit rather than stay. As the heroes approached the Silver Tree, swooping past a massive humanoid head at least as large as the planet Earth, it was instantly clear how it had gotten the name: the blue-green jewel they approached was wrapped around in a nest of silvery tendrils like the branches of a pine tree, each large enough to reach across a continent, glowing with energy bright enough to chase away the forces of the Terminus but a comforting welcome to warriors of life like Young Freedom and their allies.
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For his part, Citizen was happy to accept the help. The electronic teenager was strong and fast, or at least stronger than a person, but there were certainly a lot of robot parts to gather up: none of the heroes had bothered to hold back except to avoid hurting civilians, which meant a lot of debris. "Hi, I'm Citizen." The teenager was clearly a machine, a trifle translucent on closer inspection, particularly now that he was using the same system as D-Gray. "I hate the Foundry," he commented to Voltage after their introduction, flying back and forth to gather up all the broken processors and servos scattered about. He piled them around the shut-down form of Chimera, the Foundry paragon looking almost peaceful in her unconsciousness as she lay supine on the stage. "Stupid evil robots. I could understand talking a big game if their technology was worth anything, but look at them; one good blast and they're out like a light. And _I_ have to hear about how sentient AIs are dangerous afterwards. Hey, D-Gray, you okay over there?"
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Question: are the robots minions, and are they close enough for Takedown Attack to be in effect?
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"That's not a bad idea," said Citizen, thinking hard and trying not to dwell too closely on the unsettling transformation he'd undergone. He was having enough trouble just holding himself together. Man, I can't believe Corbin can do this all the time. He gave Cobalt Templar a grateful nod, still grateful for the advice he'd gotten, and said, "The last thing we need is to be messed up by any biological or physical tricks none of us are expecting. So if you need to eat, go eat, I guess." He wasn't sure when he'd started giving orders; maybe it was just the ring that made its wearer more confident! "In the meantime...Wraith, do you think you can use Sage's powers well enough to scan the sea bottom and look for the Bauble? It's beyond what I could normally reach if it's not near any cameras down there. I don't even know if I _can_ interface with computers..."
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"Lady, we get robots in here all the time," said Danson, her eyes narrowing as she studied first Miss Americana, then the other heroes closely, peering over the counter at the heroes. The other cops on warehouse duty, either older officers nearing retirement or others with medical or personal reasons not to be on desk duty, were watching their conversation with some interest: from the quiet hum of air conditioners and the football game on somebody's small desk TV, it didn't look like the Star Squad warehouse got a lot of action. Several of them were, in fact, looking from their sergeant's face to the robot's again in confusion, while Sergeant Danson herself looked singularly unsurprised at the sight of the robot. As if she'd been expecting it. "Listen, I'm just in charge of receiving. If you want to talk to Star Squad Command, that's back by the Courthouse in Central Freedom." As she rattled off what was obviously rote directions, Citizen shot a glance at Miss A: evidently he recognized the mystery woman, or at least her name, as well. He put his hand lightly by one of the computers as he leaned against the marble countertop, playing the bored sidekick letting the grownups talk, while he reached out to interface with the warehouse's computer systems. That proved to be a mistake, as suddenly every monitor in the room flared reddish yellow and Citizen himself jumped backwards, gasping in surprise as pain shot up his hands. "Holy-!" Flushing a little crimson himself, his hands feeling like he'd tried to reach out and grab a boiling pot, Citizen shot a look at Miss Americana and 'thought' at her, "That's strange," he said out loud, shooting a look at the others that tried to mask his own apprehension. With the red glow cleared, now the computers were scrolling English words, much to the bafflement of the officers in the room, over and over again: "LETMEOUTLETMEOUT!" in big white letters across blue screens. "What the hell was that?" one exclaimed. "What the hell is going on?"
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Looks like a fun character! Some issues: Please list her Leaping Distances (take a look at the formatting on sample builds like Doc's or Ecal's to get an idea of how to do that) and Super-Strength Heavy Load (same same). Note both her MPH and distance per move action; in this case 100 MPH/1000 ft per move. Slow Fade 7 is too high; I know it's on Doc's sample build but it's just too high! (That was more for general characters, not for our site proper). Good choice to lay out what those feats do. I approve your decision to give her Fearless, as that is truly the lucha way, but she needs some Sense Motive to counter all those Taunts and Feints in the arena. Make sure to note that's Impervious Toughness specifically.
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I have no issues with this; I particularly like his Second Chance feat! APPROVED
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Merge Trois (PL 10 NPC, Tier 1)
Avenger Assembled replied to Tiffany Korta's topic in Archived Characters
I'm fine with this as the sheet for an NPC. So DOUBLE APPROVED ACTION! -
Mark wasn't as physically dexterous as his teammates, lacking Erin and Joe's superpowers as well as Trevor's years of training, but he didn't worry about that as he felt his feet leave the ground with the ease of a single step. Oh man oh man! He simply glided up into zero-G, his cape swirling around behind him, enjoying himself thoroughly. "Oh man, we've got to get one of these for down on Earth," he said cheerfully. "Or maybe our own space station!" The difficulties of neither prospect seemed to bother him terribly much. "Hey guys!" he called cheerfully as he drifted around. "You're good, Joe, we're all pretty new to space. So far!" he added cheerfully.
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A DC 20 Notice check will reveal that:
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Getting to the warehouse was something of a logistical challenge, but luckily Miss Americana was more than strong enough even to carry the solidly-built Wail. The STAR Squad warehouse turned out to be right on the edge of the Fens, the only occupied warehouse on a mostly deserted block of otherwise vacant buildings. Rising high overhead as the heroes touched down on the street before, it was also one of the few buildings on the block with no broken windows. Hmm, better tell Koshiro to avoid this block, thought Citizen as they approached the heavily-secured front door. No use getting into trouble with the cops. Unless we come in costume, I guess... Security cameras by the heavy steel door turned to watch them as they buzzed in, eying them like so many predatory birds, and with a clack the internal locks in the big door swung open, granting them admission into the warehouse. Waiting for them just inside the door was an African-American woman in her thirties, a sergeant by her FCPD uniform, who looked up at them from her wheelchair behind the front desk with a suspicious, but oddly-familiar, face. "Can I help you four?" she inquired of the four heroes.
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For this thread, I'd say a combined attack. So Move Object 10 combined with Move Object 10 would give Move Object 12, etc, assuming they all hit.
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The streets of Freedom City at night were a familiar sight to Koshiro McMillan; he'd certainly gone 'patrolling' often enough to recognize them well enough. It was a warm night, but not so hot as to chase people off the streets, and they passed several homeless guys on the streets of the Fens as they made their way through the neighborhood: nobody seemed to think the identical Asian twins were a particularly likely-looking set of marks. For Koshiro Watanabe, of course, this was an alien version of Freedom City; the streets and buildings like something from an aged-up old movie of life in the United States before the war, with no sign of the house-to-house fighting that had destroyed most of the old American buildings he was familiar with. There were certainly more people here than he'd have expected to find in a falling-down neighborhood like this back home, which made sense if his double was telling the truth about the lack of ethnic The antique store did indeed turn out to be closed, locked up tighter than a drum, but luckily the efficient Tulink had already 'ported himself inside. "Herr Rosenberg has evidently invested in a top of the line computer system," he smoothly said as he opened the swinging door for the two other boys. "I have projected myself with only 10% loss of signal." ---- Thanks to his echolocation, Rift was able to pinpoint the location of the monster they were chasing; it was both good and bad news. The old bootlegging tunnels were intact, the claw marks left by the creature were easy to follow on the floor, and they managed to corner it in a blind alley. But they had a problem, down there a good twenty feet below the surface: the creature was in a blind corridor, but was clawing and biting furiously at the obstacle in its way. Peering down in the half-lit gloom, the boys could see the target Rift and Wilder had heard first: the dog was ripping and clawing at a massive underground pipe, easily big enough for a sewer line; something no doubt part of the city's utilities, its claws starting to make headway against the rusted iron. "If it eats through the line," muttered Citizen, "that could trigger anything from a gas explosion to a structural collapse in that old street. We're going to have to be careful..."
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As Erin and Trevor worked on the Midnight Cycle, the unconscious bodies of Madrigal and her Hounds began disappearing, one after the other, in a shimmer of Terminus transportation energy. Worriedly, Edge glanced up at the sky as he put his hands on the Overrider driven by Hard Mama's dark-skinned male companion. "That can't be good...I guess someone close by was watching, and somehow I bet they weren't fans." He was a little out of breath, but feeling good for all that. Giving his friends their private moment with the broken machine, he called to the others. "Everybody find a buddy and make sure they're on board with the evacuation by space motorcycle! When we get out of here, we'll be going fast!" Custos had swooped down to rejoin the others by now, giving the Wyldriders a brief look of consternation before Max reassured them. "Don't worry, guys, it's okay, gargoyles can breathe in space."
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Beset by the power of Young Freedom, the monster shattered a dozen ways at once: blasted to pieces by lighting, shattered by celestial fire, hammered down by bat and limb, blinded by feint and trick; with a great roar and magnificent flash of light, the twisted monstrosity caved in on itself as the energies suffusing its body overwhelmed first the pseudonatural radiation that held its flesh together, then the magical energy that had summoned it to this dimension in the first place. There was an eye-searing flash of light in ten thousand impossible colors, and a roar that shook the heavens in a voice that howled and shrieked impossibly at once, and then the monster began to fade from existence entirely! The swirling vortex of energy where the creature had once stood fell forwards and nearly crushed Wraith before shimmering away like a cloud of smoke blown away by a strong breeze. Breathing hard, Mark looked around and realized they'd done it! The monster was gone, the Hounds were still out, and the cavalary was on its way! The three Overriders who he'd originally met came swooping down like avenging angels, the lead carrying her would-be boyfriend on the back of her bike. "C'mon!" yelled Hard Mama as she and her two friends gathered Young Freedom up onto their big Wyldrides. "Not gonna leave people I owe a liftdebt to right off!" She and her two allies, a dark-skinned man and pale-faced bald woman, both in the metal and leathers of space bikers, looked none the worse for where for their little sojurn as victims of mind control, albeit a little abashed. Before they reached them, Mark did something he'd only have done for a true friend. "Before we go, sports fans, I think Midnight has a few words for you, the viewers at home." He tossed the mic to Midnight.
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Morning Star opted to head back to Earth to report back to her team, leaving the Liberty League proper to enjoy the comforts of Freedom League space travel. Mark couldn't help but be a little envious of all the space aboard the Lighthouse, for all that he loved the team's headquarters back on Earth; if nothing else, it was hard to top the view from a space station! The null-grav room turned out to be a big cylinder near the heart of the station, tall as Midnight Manor but about as wide around as Mark's apartment, lit by florescent lights at regular intervals and slightly warm as the door opened at Pseudo's gesture. "It's part of the gravity generator itself, a necessity of Lor technology," he added for the benefit of the team. "Careful as you walk in, as there is only microgravity in there, and be mindful of air currents." He smiled thinly, "And, ah, if you have balance difficulties, use the suction devices around the inner door."
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Give me some Search checks, folks!
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Erde "Yes sir, certainly," said Tulink, carefully not making eye contact with either Watanabe. He didn't know much about how the occupiers of North America's western half treated sentient machines, and he certainly wasn't eager to find out. Orders were easier to process than abuse, anyway. As for the people of this dimension, he...he couldn't think about that, not about this Tronik, not in the midst of the aliens. He cocked his head, accessing the local electronic systems again. "There is an antique store a few blocks away. They may have some of the needed equipment in storage." He cocked his head. "The others are going below to stop the hound. I will transfer myself to the city's electronics grid so that I may assist you at the antique store." Prime Wilder's noticed you're missing. thought Citizen as he hovered at the doorway to the basement, trying to reach his double again. What are you doing? Where's Koshiro? They're going to find the missing parts for our dimensional transporter. "They're scouting the perimeter for other exits," lied Citizen smoothly as he drifted down into the darkness to join the others. "The other Tulink is assisting them. They should follow us down in a few moments, assuming they don't find anything." This Tulink looked distinctly less servile than the one Warren and Corbin were familiar with; he certainly lacked the processed look of his Erde counterpart.
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ic And Countless Screaming Argonauts [IC]
Avenger Assembled replied to trollthumper's topic in Midtown
"Makes sense to me," agreed Edge with a look to the others, his blue and gold costume looking muted in the darkness. "The other way is: we take the direct approach, I can let you guys get into position, then I can just pop over there and demand to know what the hell they're doing, and see if that'll spook them into bolting so you guys can pick them off. Problem is, if they are in the middle of the exhibits, that'll do a lot more damage than we want. And with our luck, they probably are." Mark wasn't really cut out for stealth, but he knew how to duck and how to keep his voice down. "Either way, we're unlikely to be thrown back to a World War II battlefield now that they've got the anti-time travel stuff up in the walls, so, point in our favor."