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  1. Mark shot Erin a look of confusion for a moment, not sure what was going on with her. It wasn't that Edge had gotten better at reading or understanding people, just that he had a lot of experience with faking your way through life. "Ahh...well, let's try this. If he takes a swipe at me, you guys can always do something." And so with fearless confidence, his cape dripping wet behind him as the storm intensified, Edge left the Liberty League and walked right up to the roaming god, standing between him at the edge of the park. Aw man, I hope this works... "Donar! I greet you on behalf of the people of Earth." There, he hadn't managed to call him out as Hitler's lackey, that had to count for something. "What brings you to, ah, Midgard today?" He was fearlessly confident in the face of divine wrath, which worked out well and also focused Donar's attention on him. "I know you," growled the thunder god in a voice like the raging storm, his rage seeming to momentarily calm but in no way abate as he focused in on Mark Mason Lucas. "You, and your like. If you would see this world pass peacefully into its end, TELL me where I can find those who assaulted and imprisoned me during my time here seventy years ago. If they hide from me now, I shall hunt them down one by one and their SOULS will be mine ever after!"
  2. Fox, where did you visualize Wraith as being? Either way works for the story, we just don't want to railroad you!
  3. Supercape's teleport took the heroes, some spacesuited and some not, deep into the depths of interplanetary space. They were out past Pluto, near the edge of the solar system, far enough that solar heating was no threat to many of their members. Behind them stood the universe, vast and impersonal, an awesome cascade of stars like nothing visible from anywhere near Earth. The galaxy was a comfort and curse all at once, a promise that the universe would go on whatever happened to them. Even if one little world's light was snuffed out by the thing they rode. And a thing it was; the sheer, incredible scale of the Gorgon this close was awe-inspiring, larger than any work of man and easily dwarfing even the great galactic structures of the Grue. The plain of grey they stood on, the 'mouth ridge' of one of the serpents, was easily as large as New Jersey, the vast, dizzying bulk of the serpent nearby that seemed to go on and on as it reached into the stars above showing them just how large the Gorgon was. She was no worm boring into the side of the Earth: the Gorgon was nearly as large as the planets she transformed! They were only a few dozen kilometers from the nanite storage site pinpointed by long-range scans: it was a few thousand meters down if they tried drilling straight through the skin; it was a few dozen kilometers if they took the long way around and tries to go into the nanite injector through the business end.
  4. Since you've stepped in here, SC, I'll let you finish with Bishop before I comment further.
  5. September 12, 2011 Not long after their meeting in Paris, Edge made his own way to the Chateau Relais, following the plans laid down by Midnight and the more experienced heroes on the team. I guess I can't really call it Young Freedom; that belongs to the Claremont kids and anyway some of them aren't really that young! He'd hidden in plain sight as a UNISON employee on break, renting a car at the Bern airport and chatting volubly with the clerk there about how great it was to be in Switzerland and how much nicer it was than his usual African posting. From there, a car ride up to the mountains had taken him to the Chateau, where the last few weeks before the first real snow of the year had left the roads empty and quiet as he drove up and up towards the Chateau at an impressive 10,000 feet. Once there, he was all the cheerful, loud American tourist, buying a jaunty Tyrolean hat and parading around in it while he butchered German for the amusement of the locals, eating a huge breakfast in the chateau's impressive dining hall adorned with hunting trophies from all over the region. There were quite a few people there already, Japanese businessmen and quiet Swiss and Germans alike, and he let them see him without a trace of apparent artifice. The more of that that was in place, the better; who could be suspicious of that loud tourist in the silly hat? He kept a close eye out for his team, however, knowing that they'd find ways to contact him once they were all in place. Of course, with some of them, they'd be obvious even to him...
  6. On the other side of the door, a mechanical humanoid lurched about awkwardly, its eyes glowing with an eerie blue glow. It took Koshiro, a student of history, a moment to recognize what he was looking at: one of the first-generation battlesuits of the 1960s, perhaps one of the very first made by the original Daedalus. It seems Daniel Daedalus kept his father's designs around, because that was definitely an old system lurching towards the door with all deliberate speed. As the frog scuttled back towards Koshiro's side, the battlesuit just behind it reached the door: it was time for him to make a decision and quick!
  7. Can't fry it, can't hurt it...plan C! "Actually, maybe your technology's not that bad," taunted Citizen, getting up close and personal with the surprised Protector as his team was hammered around him. "Maybe I'll take it for myself!" And with that, Sharl grabbed Protector by the head and shoved his own face through the suit's headpiece. He had time to grin at the now _very_ surprised man inside the suit before he stepped all the way in, locking his electronic body into the suit's systems as a blue glow shone from Protector's armor. Cutting out the suit's speakers, he declared in a synthesized voice that was a merger of his own and Protector's, "Nice ride."
  8. Citizen's turn: Sharl uses Possession against Protector's armor. (23:26:57) AvengerAssembled: Attack roll vs. DC 15 (23:27:03) System: AvengerAssembled rolls 1d20(+12) and gets 12. That'll be a DC 20 Reflex save for Protector: 15 (23:28:37) System: AvengerAssembled rolls 1d20+5 and gets 10. Nice
  9. "I?" The voice in her head laughed, a deep, booming laugh that was menacing all the same. "I am the greatest of the Star Knights; the greatest that ever was and ever shall be. Your people did me a boon once in my youth, little Kinigosi, so I offer you a boon as well. Leave behind these human treasures for these human pirates and come away from this place. I have a warp-capable ship that could take you as far as the Freehold station around Barnard's Star..." Indira had heard of those places well enough; orbiting space stations where the only law was strength and the main trade was vice!
  10. "Urggh..." Pounded to the ground by Cobalt Templar's fearsome blow, the speedy giant staggered to his feet, lightning crackling from his hands and eyes as he fought to steady himself. "You little-When I get my hands on you, I'll wring your scrawny neck!" Sure enough, Blitzen was one of the few men big enough to actually say something like that to Corbin and have it make sense. But on the other hand, as battered as he was, with blood leaking down into his eyes from his smashed forehead, it was hard to tell if he could even see the blue-clad teenager! Across the way, Firehawk glared down at the teenager who had dared lay hands on him, or try to, anyway. "Aaagh, euggh, what are YOU? Some sort of horrible science experiment? What, did they pull you out of Lake St. Clair and feed you on a diet of ugly and hideous? Here, you want to pluck Firehawk's wings? Here, have all of me you can handle!" And then he pointed at Wraith and distinctly Indira began to feel her body heating up, organic metal burning as she was cooked from the inside!
  11. Tou vs 31. 18 Oof, a terrible roll! He's bruised, dazed, and staggered. Firehawk goes (since I moved him out of order): He'll blast Wraith, as she's attacking him. That'll be a DC 25 Tou save, Fox. I'll say he'll go ahead and spend his last HP to force her to reroll whatever her TOU save result is, so she has to take the worst of two rolls.
  12. The fire was burning hot and fierce, so bright that there wasn't even much smoke. That made it easier for the heroes in some respects, tougher in others: though smoke inhalation wasn't much of a hazard for Phalanx and Freedom Angel as they rescued a half-dozen patients from the clinic, Heyzel wound up with scorched feathers on his wings and Phalanx's cape was a good foot shorter by the time they were done. Their prompt action had saved lives, but not for long without medical care. Though healing others was tough for him, Freedom Angel joined Psyche and Fleur in tending to the wounded people, triaging the most badly hurt so they could concentrate on those who could most readily be saved. Despite his pessimism, the last man he'd saved turned out to still be living once Fleur had fixed up the doctor with the burned face and his patient who'd scorched her arm on an overheated metal door, and Psyche had saved the couple who'd been waiting in the front door when the flashfire from inside had alighted their clothes. "He was wrapped around that little girl like a shroud," he said, pointing to the white-faced six-year-old who was looking around in shock. "And they were at the heart of the blaze. He took the pain for himself, and saved her, he...oh." Unfamiliar with non-humans, in the crisis Freedom Angel had mistaken the red skin and lipless face for the victim of third degree burns or worse: up close, the four heroes could all identify the last man out of the burnt clinic as a badly-burned Grue.
  13. "It's the perfect time for this," corrected the Shadow, malevolence yet in that voice that crackled like a Geiger counter. Though Ghost Girl had kept the Shadow from attacking them straight away, it was still obviously keen on making sure they didn't go far. "What better time to loot this place and burn it down? If the heroes win, we get their house and their secret identities, so we can go to where they live and burn them down. If they lose, we get Daedalus' dimensional transporter and go find a world with no costumed FOOLS to stand in our way." It turned a speculative eye on Ghost Girl, adding in that same cold, leering crackle, "As for you, little yūrei, you're not like me. But I can make you that way. You'd be amazed what a few million rads embedded in your corpus do for your outlook on death. Ditch your solid friends and we can talk."
  14. Rustbelt didn't look entirely happy to have Ghost Girl there soothing him, but he did stop attacking her to stare at her in incomprehension. Across the way, Blitzen showed no such regard for Kimber's beauty. "Hey, you flying refugee from a Chinese lantern show!" He smashed his fists together and suddenly was running right up the wall after Cobalt Templar, impossibly fast and agile for such a huge man. "I'm going to beat you so bad, your girlfriend will need to feed you through a straw!" The words were surprising enough for Blitzen to catch Cobalt Templar off-guard, even through the sheet of paper cranes surrounding him, but the big man's punch whiffed by inches, caroming off the weakened places in Corbin's armor without quite penetrating. He was doing all right so far, but all it would take is one lucky punch to bring him down!
  15. Blitzen Startle (as a Move Action) 34 OK 21 w the HP DC 30 Tou save.
  16. Wet though the roads were, the drive to North Bay Park was easy enough. After all, Trevor had been navigating these broad streets since he was a child, and this car could handle just about anything. It helped that the storm had, if anything, gotten worse since the god's arrival, sending cascading sheets of rain down on the battered neighborhood as a god stalked its streets. When the heroes arrived at the park, they found Donar alone still, his massive hammer over his shoulder. Those of them familiar with the Ubersoldaten who'd borne the deity's name could see the changes in him; this was not simply the Nazi super-thug reborn, this was something, or maybe someone, else entirely. "AT LAST, THE GOD OF THUNDER HAS RETURNED TO MIDGARD!" boomed the mighty thunder deity. "AS RAGNAROK APPROACHES, WHO WILL DARE STAND AGAINST ME!?" "Who's he talking to?" muttered Edge from his seat in the back of the Night Cruiser. "I don't think he's seen us, and no one else is out in this..." Donar raised his hammer and a bolt of lightning cracked to Earth on the weapon he wielded, his voice carried on the subsequent clap of thunder itself. "YOU SEE, ALLFATHER, HOW THEY FEAR TO FACE ME! I SHALL HAVE ASGARDIAN JUSTICE ON THE CRIMINALS OF MIDGARD WHO DARED ASSAULT AND IMPRISON A GOD BEFORE THEY ARE TAKEN BY RAGNAROK!"
  17. Bishop, I'll be frank with you here. As a Ref, this character is not looking good. . There's very little room in happy, optimistic Freedom City for mercenary-minded, secret-ID-less Objectivists. This is not an Iron Age-friendly setting, not even close: we embrace Silver Age tropes, we don't tear them down. If you're a classic sci-fi fan, think the moral tone and worldview of Picard's Enterprise, not Blake's Liberator. You will find his moral system has very, very few defenders. Elsewhere, new characters don't come in as Freedom League members, though it's fine for him to have worked with them in the past/gotten powers training from them. (That sort of reward should come in-character, once the Refs have seen you can actually do the job: and since the League has access to tactical geniuses and teleporters who will help them out of the goodness of their hearts rather than demanding anything in return...) However, he's a well-written character with an interesting backstory, and you've made a good case for him, so I'm not going to turn you away. So, my suggestion is that you treat this character as Han Solo around the beginning of the first Star Wars movie: the grey-moraled guy who over the course of his first story makes the moral evolution from callous mercenary to brave, self-sacrificing hero. The "Knight in Sour Armor", the guy who grumbles and grouses about not getting paid enough for this, but then who throws himself on the grenade anyway is fine. The heartless Iron Age mercenary, or even the guy who comes across that way to others, is not fine at all. If he's coming across as a selfish prick, he's not being written in a way that fits into the setting.
  18. Bishop, I'll be frank with you here. As a Ref, this character is not looking good. . There's very little room in happy, optimistic Freedom City for mercenary-minded, secret-ID-less Objectivists. This is not an Iron Age-friendly setting, not even close: we embrace Silver Age tropes, we don't tear them down. If you're a classic sci-fi fan, think the moral tone and worldview of Picard's Enterprise, not Blake's Liberator. Elsewhere, New characters don't come in as Freedom League members, though it's fine for him to have worked with them in the past/gotten powers training from them. (That sort of reward should come in-character, once the Refs have seen you can actually do the job: and since the League has access to tactical geniuses and teleporters who will help them out of the goodness of their hearts rather than demanding anything in return...) However, he's a well-written character with an interesting backstory, and you've made a good case for him, so I'm not going to turn you away. So, my suggestion is that you treat this character as Han Solo around the beginning of the first Star Wars movie: the grey-moraled guy who over the course of his first story makes the moral evolution from callous mercenary to brave, self-sacrificing hero. The "Knight in Sour Armor", the guy who grumbles and grouses about not getting paid enough for this, but then who throws himself on the grenade anyway is fine. The heartless Iron Age mercenary, or even the guy who comes across that way to others, is not fine at all. If he's coming across as a selfish prick, he's not being written in a way that fits into the setting.
  19. "You think you're the first tech-controller I've ever fought, you snot-nosed punk?" snorted Protector. "I've put gods in the hospital in this suit!" He raised his arms and fired a blistering volley of shells at Citizen, the high-velocity armor-piercing rounds the same the army used in miniguns designed to kill armored vehicles. The bullets proceeded to go right through the electronic teenager and out the other side, blasting away the brickwork of the jail behind him but doing absolutely no damage to the electromagnetic teenager himself. "I told you," said the Tronik teen irritably. "Your technology sucks!" Across the way, Rustbelt was facing off against Ghost Girl, summoning two massive fists of concrete that slammed together through her body again and again, doing absolutely no damage to the cheerful Canadian. "A spectre, just like the spectre of commerce and industry! I'll crush you like I crushed Edsel Ford's face!" So far, though, he wasn't having a lot of luck with that proposition Meanwhile, a gloating Black Goat laughed and clapped at Papercut's 'transformation'. "Hah, I knew he'd be on the right side!" Floating over till she was almost close to touch, the mad cultist winked at Koshiro: up close, Koshiro could see the smoke clouds that drifted off her hair and the twitchy-mad-crazy look in her eye. "I have a present for you, and it's one I know your people liiike!" Gloating, she raised her hands and yelled "IA! IA! YOG-SOTOTOH ATTEND ME! THE BLACK GOAT WOULD GIVE HER CARESSES!" And then she gestured and a long black spiked tentacle, wet and oily, came dripping from a hole in the air and cracked towards Corbin like a whip as it displaced some of the cranes around him. "Time to see what you're made of!" The tentacle cracked against Corbin's armor, lightly scoring the flaming shield without doing any damage.
  20. Protector's going to open up on Citizen and do tiddly-squat. Hooray Insubstantial 3! Rustbelt is going to try and grab Ghost Girl. Hooray Insubstantial 4! Black Goat is going to open up on Corbin. 22, which hits Cobalt Templar needs to make a DC 30 Tou save.
  21. As Papercut headed for Sage's location, he heard the sound of crunching and smashing that he recognized as the sound of wood and metal breaking: he'd been around enough damaged buildings to know that sound only too well. Coming with it was the sound of heavy footsteps and stomping, as if something large and clumsy were moving about. Turning his penlight around, the teen hero read the name on the door: DAEDALUS. Whatever was making that noise was just one door away, and from the sound of the tromping, it was getting closer. -- Meanwhile, though she was close at Cobalt Templar's hand, Wraith became conscious of a voice in her head: one that from his lack of reaction, Corbin didn't seem to be able to hear. "Set the vibrations up just right...YES. You can hear me now." It was a man's voice, deep and baritone, all the more menacing then that it seemed to come in a whisper from all around her, as if she was surrounded by the words. "Little Kinigosi. What are you doing here so far from home around these hardbodied children?" -- Just ahead of her, as Ghost Girl led the way, a phantasmal figure drifted up out of the floor, glowing green with a sickly, malevolent light that was hard to look at for everyone but the already-dead Kimber. "Go on," hissed Hiroshima Shadow, a teasing, malevolent smirk on its half-visible face. "Give me an excuse. Any of you, Come at me, and I won't have to worry about guarding prisoners. Come on!" The radioactive spirit was blocking them from going any further, his sickly green light bright enough to cast the corridor into eerie shadows.
  22. Looks like a good character. His Strength seems a little low for a surfer. So to clarify, his last name is Hladd, not H. Ladd? Could you add an explicatory note for the Sonar that it's Accurate Ultrahearing?
  23. Confronted with the enemy stronghold, Freedom Angel proceeded to handle this as he would any other encounter with a den of the unrighteous. He'd heard the truth in the words of the beast-men and had no hesitation about the just path. He flew up to the front door and pounded on it, bearing in his other hand the flaming sword of ultimate truth. "Sinners!" he boomed, his halo glowing with particular divine light here when he considered the torments these animal-men must have endured at the hands of their scientific torturers. "The hour of your judgement has come! Step forth and answer for your crimes before the courts of justice!"
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