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As soon as Fenris stepped out of the elevator, he heard two clicks behind him. Glancing backwards revealed what he'd thought was a nurse cowering in the corner away from the super-battle, her skin warping and woofing as her flesh molded its way back to the missing criminal he'd seen breaking into the hospital. "" she informed him in German with a wicked smile, "" And then she opened fire, bullets whizzing through the hospital corridor, others finding home as they slammed into Fenris' body armor!
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Sneak Thief Free Action: Drop Morph Move Action: Draw her pistols Standard Action: She'll open on Fenris, the new guy. Since she's using her Morph, she'll catch him flat-footed and power attack. 27 Well, that hits! Blast 4+2 Sneak Attack+5 Power Attack+2 Autofire=Blast 13, or a DC 28 Tou save vs lethal for the Baron.
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Graduation Day: The End of the Beginning (OOC)
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They are both dazed, and will land -
"Listen to me, damn it!" Citizen turned and waved his fingers at the air, desperately calling up a security image of the operating theater, where Miss Americana was still patiently working to transfer Eira's mind into the computer system he'd had to abandon. "If I'm not in there to save that kid, she's going to fall into the same kind of thing that happened to us!" He had no idea what exactly had happened to Rogue, of course, but he could certainly guess. "She's just a little girl!" "Your friend in there's cute," said Rogue irreverently, flying right through the image hovering in the air. "Is that your girlfriend? Did she make you a robot body so you can-" Citizen slugged her in the jaw, punching her hard enough to rock her head back and push her out of the image that had meant so little to her. Rogue had bitten her lip from the hit, enough to bleed, but the fight wasn't out of her. If anything, the opposite. She smiled at him. "Do you...do you know what you just did? You hit me. You didn't zap me, you didn't blast me. You punched me in the face and I felt it." She licked her lips. "Do it again!" And then she leapt for him, and it was all Sharl could do to evade her in the air.
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Citizen is going to try punching her with his Strike again. You know, that's too many misses! He'll just try punching her in the face by spending an HP, then. 28 DC 21 Tou save...Which she passes, of course She'll try hitting him with her Strike. 14 The dice don't favor the programs today.
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"The case happened while I was away," said the angel, "but I investigated later, remembering the man and his deeds. Emma Twill, a wealthy superheroine, was found murdered in his cell at Providence Asylum: her throat cut, and her body covered in bee-stings. He swore his innocence, claiming an armored figure had brought her dying body to his cell in the middle of the night and that his guards had interrupted him in the life-saving process. The guards found no evidence of any such figure, but found no way she could have come dying to his cell any other way. I have met Barry Bowles, and looked into his heart. I do not believe him capable of murder, even in the depths of his madness. But I cannot know for sure until I ask him myself."
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Freedom Angel was already on the jetty when Fleur de Joie and Gaian Knight stepped out of one universe and into this one, the angel of freedom looking concerned at the sight of them both. "Gaian Knight," he said with a cordial nod, his halo just a flickering ring of golden fire against the emergency. He was more concerned with Fleur de Joie, who was just as far along as he'd expected. "Gabriel will be here momentarily. Fleur," he said, "we can handle this crisis with a shapeshifter if we have to." He didn't like that sort of deception, but could handle it if it were not him telling the lies. "Do not place your safety and your child's safety hostage to a madman's whims. Do you think you are in physical and spiritual condition for this?" he asked her with great seriousness. If she said she was, and meant it, he'd leave the subject be, but he could hardly let her go without asking.
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Okay, since the mechanics don't seem to bother anyone else... APPROVED
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Freedom Angel was actually doing his League monitor duty when the call came in from Blackstone. He'd taken the message, watching with some horror from Freedom Hall as he saw the robotic takeover of the prison, then he'd quickly contacted Fleur de Joie. He remembered the Bee-Keeper well, and had taken good time to examine the man's soul on his last visit to Heaven. He was mad, mad as few men could be, but a genius beyond all that. He remembered the attack that had temporarily warped his own personality, and decided they needed a backup in case something like that happened again. Under normal circumstances he'd simply have flown to Gabriel's window, but he knew his friend cherished his secret identity. So instead he flew just slowly enough to take out his phone and call. "Gabriel," he intoned, conscious of the usual stares from the ground that he got while flying: who wouldn't stare at the magnificent angel overhead? "The city and its people have need of you. How quickly can you be at the near jetty for the Blackstone ferry?"
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Fleur de Joie, Gaian Knight, Freedom Angel, Gabriel, and then Jill O'Cure deal with the Bee-Keeper and his ways.
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June 3, 2011 9 AM Secure in his locked-down office, Warden Drummer stared at the broadcast again, his mouth a tight line of pure rage. "When I find out how he managed to build twenty robot bees in solitary in my prison, I will find whoever is responsible and I will murder them. I have been in the corrections business for twenty-five years. I know how to make it look like an accident!" He sighed, looking again around his office. Too bad there was no one around to hear it; that had been one of his more satisfying rants. With a curse, he picked up the secure landline on his desk and dialed the Freedom League...
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Dok: To hold in Patient Zero, of course. What does Patient Zero have? Terrible things.
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"Was this too much?" asked Edge, sounding concerned as he sunk down into the shrinking pile of sand. Looking closely, Supercape could see black inky dots bubbling around his fingers, his touch seeming to dissolve the sand like a flaming touch would dissolve mountains of ice. But this left no water behind, just a faint amount of dust as (on his sensors) the sand was pulled apart into tinier and tiner blocks of silica that finally fell apart into nothingness. There should have been more impurities, organic residue or animals or something, but as it was the big pile of sand just faded away into nothing as Mark erased it, finally leaving Mark just standing on a thin pile of dust. "Is the equipment okay?"
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Edge obligingly headed into the simulation chamber, studying the map thoughtfully. He didn't know that much about latitude and longitude, but he was pretty sure he'd be able to figure things out along the way. "Okay, Mr. Supercape! Another couple of minutes, and I'll be back here with lots of sand!" Just as promised, when he disappeared it was with a shower of four-colored dots, as if he was breaking down into the very stuff of the universe itself and said stuff was disappearing elsewhere. The sensors missed most of the strange lightshow; they simply saw his mass get smaller and smaller even as his size didn't change, until finally he was gone from the face of the universe. Mere seconds later, suddenly he was cascading back amid a huge pile of sand, one so big his head nearly brushed the ceiling of the room. "Is this right, Mr. Cape?" he called, as he balanced on top of the shifting pile of Nile sand, clearly weighing several tons at least. Balancing was no easy task as the now-untethered sand began to blob down to take up more space in the room. "I tried to get as much as I could, but I didn't want to blow up your lab!"
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Round one in the computer is over. Round two in the corridor, maybe?
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"What do you mean they're not real?" said Sharl, throwing a punch that hit nothing but simulated air. "They may not be like us, but that doesn't mean their lives aren't any less valuable! We're all human beings here!" He dodged a flurry of blows himself, wincing at just how fast and agile his opponent was. He'd been in fights in Freedom City before, but not one like this! Criminals in Tronik tended to just surrender when the blaster-proof guy showed up. Beneath their feet, busy hospital datastreams swooped by like traffic in a city; somewhere down there was probably information that was part of Eira's salvation. "Oh, don't give me that crap!" spat Rogue, throwing a punch that would have knocked out Sharl's teeth if he hadn't thrown himself backwards in the air at that last minute. "You've touched them, you've felt them! It's all just ghosts and phantoms out there. You know it's nothing like home. The 'real' world, that world out there? It's lost to us. Our grandparents, our parents? They're dead! They're just ghosts walking around who don't even know their real bodies were torn to pieces by alien machines and sucked into a computer! And you and me? We're just ghosts in the machine, Citizen." She grinned at him ferally, raising her gloved fists again. "And that means we make our own destiny. Our own life. And damn any of those figments of organic imagination out there that try and stop us."
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Citizen's going to haul off and punch Rogue in the face using his Strike. That's a miss But I'll save my HP for later in the fight for now. Rogue's going to punch Citizen in the face using HER Strike. Swing and a miss
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"Mr. Marston, come in," said Summers with a faint smile; or perhaps his wooden face was simply in different shadows when the young man returned. It was hard to tell; it didn't look like Summers had moved from the spot. In his office, he was something like an old wounded hawk, watching the younger birds with sharp eyes. "Have a seat. I'm glad to see your parrot doing so well," he commented with a nod the green bird's way, "I know how difficult long flights can be for companion animals." He hmmed. "And young men in the prime of life." As Darwin had recovered well enough from his trip, Summers opted not to ask about the flight. "Tell me: why are you here, Mr. Marston?"
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"Okay," said Edge, standing up as he casually considered popping across the continents. "I'll probably put us down in Kruger, that's the big national park. There's a lot of open space there, we can land and there's no risk of running into anything. Unless..." The old Mark would just have teleported there himself, or maybe have brought the whole room depending on his mood, but at the savvy age of 18 he was a little more thoughtful. "Do you want to come with me, or stay here? Should I bring any of the equipment when I go?" The idea of bringing along other people, even large-scale equipment, was evidently not an issue.
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ic Graduation Day: The End of the Beginning (IC)
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in The Realms Beyond
There was a wild melee among the tanks as Wander tore through the armored column like the wrath of a vengeful god, her flashing fists and feet ripping and tearing steel like so much cardboard: no, like tissue paper. One of the tanks got a shot off fro its main gun, but the round did nothing more than rip her costume as she grabbed the turret and ripped it away to use as a club on the others. Within mere seconds, she was standing amid the shattered ruins of five tanks and the ashes of a sixth, the crew members all fleeing in terror, some shouting prayers and oaths in German, from the vengeful warrior goddess who had torn their unit to pieces before they knew what had happened to them. In the sky, the two surviving chopper crews turned out to not be suicidal: at the sight of continued resistance below, they turned and began speeding back towards base, both of them limping thanks to the azure blow one had taken from Cobalt Templar and the Midnight clinging to the other. Neither of them had spotted that particular clinging lamprey, from their speed and the altitude they were fighting for, both were just trying to get the hell out of there! As for Sage's position over the Midnight Manor, so far there was no sign of movement from that house, which by all appearances looked for the moment like any other home. From high up, she could see the jagged remains of North Bay: some houses still stood proud and tall, flags flying out front that bore the swastika; others had fallen into disrepair. Others were so many craters. -
Graduation Day: The End of the Beginning (OOC)
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With the distance the tanks are at, and because they're minions, that'll be enough to destroy all the tanks. -
What Aoiroo says sounds correct. My advice is to trim the skills enough to afford four more ranks in Dodge Focus (for a total of Dodge Focus 5)
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ic Graduation Day: The End of the Beginning (IC)
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in The Realms Beyond
Edge had been on Erde before, and he called out to the others. "Looks like these are a lot more primitive than the Nazi super-tanks we fought two years ago! Let's show them that there are still heroes left in Freedom City!" Inside, Mark couldn't help but think about his family: his mom's folks lived out in Cleveland and had probably escaped internment, but his grand-dad...Hope had never heard of Jimmy Lucas when he'd asked her. Given the very public fates of Freedom City's WWII-era mystery men on this world, he supposed that was probably a good thing. Since there'd been no Centurion to meet his grandad in college and get him interested in hero work, Jimmy Lucas might still be alive. Such as life on this place had to be. "...hey, where did Midnight go?" He shot a glance up at the suddenly falling chopper, and couldn't help but cheer as it hit a tank."I hope you're right, Cobalt Templar..." "Take them out, Young Freedom!" He fired a blast of his own at one of the tanks, instantly oblitering the solid steel machine and sending the very surprised crew tumbling to the ground amidst the tiny fragments of their great machine.