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Suddenly, a vigorous knocking on the door produced a new arrival! Big, brown-haired, and cheerful, wearing his Claremont letter jacket, Mark took Corbin's hand and pumped it. "Hey there, Corbin! How you doing? I'm Mark Lucas, I'm your designated senior tour guide. Did I catch you at a bad time?" he asked, stepping right into the room. "I'm sorry I missed you at the headmaster's office, but I just got off a training cycle with the team." He left it open what sport he played, or didn't. "Welcome to the school."
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Hex spends ANOTHER HP and stunts a teleport that puts us all on the skyscraper roof.
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"Look, people, telling each other off is all very satisfying," said Hex, adding mentally And you can be sure I'll blame ALL of you in my report, "But that doesn't actually get us Singularity back, does it?" He took out his teleporter and fiddled with it. "Forget strategy; it's beyond...most of you, anyway. I'm going to put us on the roof and we're going to go inside, grab Singularity, and jet back to our own dimension. I have my own ideas about how to do THAT," he added, pressing a few more buttons before they all disappeared in a flash of Imperial power!
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"Mom?" There was no sign of movement outside the Lucas house, but there was no sign of movement _inside_ either. Mark made a beeline for the back door, his friends in tow, and found his mother standing in the kitchen in gardening clothes, a wide-eyed look on her face. He knew the feeling! "Mom, are you okay? What happened?" "I'm all right," Martha reassured Mark, patting him with her garden-glove covered hand, the faint stains on it covered with a light coating of pale dust. "I'm glad you came, though. Is it true what the news says, that it's the dead come for the living?" "It's true, Mom, but we'll fight them," said Mark without hesitation. "We've just got to get you some place safer than this. We want to take you to Trevor's grandfather's house, the first Midnight? It's very safe there, very well-protected." "You're right," agreed Martha with a nod. "The weapons here aren't enough if more than one or two show up. And I've already done this week's scripting, so I don't have any other work to do." With that usual air of consciously maintaining domesticity that they were used to from Mark's mom, Martha methodically removed her gloves and left them hanging from the sink. "I'm ready now."
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For his part, Mark was looking more and more alarmed, visions of his family home being overrun by zombies growing more and more in his mind. "She could get to the defenses in the Trophy Room, but not all of those work, and even the Omni-Gun, the gun that shoots everything and makes it explode!, only has a few dozen shots in it! Oh God!" He blinked. "Erin, quick, grab us on your back and take us to my house! And then we'll grab my mom and jump to the Hunter house! That way, everyone will stay safe!"
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Seriously torn, trying to process what he was learning about his friend, Mark said, "My house isn't the safest place, and my mom's alone." If Trevor thought Erin should be off the frontlines, well...they were friends, right? They should know that sort of thing about each other. "And Trevor's grandpa," Mark hazarded. "Up in the mansion. Maybe if you help get our families together, and keep them safe? Somebody's got to protect them, whether it's here, or at the Hunter place, or wherever." He blinked. "There's not a cemetery on our block, I don't think...but there is that river..."
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Mark tugged at his collar, feeling uncomfortable for a moment. "Well, uh, I was up really high," he added again, looking from Trevor to Erin, "but it looked like a lot of the cemeteries were waking up. So a few thousand, I guess, with all the old burials around here..." He coughed, and added, "A lot of them are just shambling around, but some of them are hostile. I saw a couple of other heroes blasting a mob that was chasing a crowd of people...I dunno. It wasn't like every grave in the city opening up, and they're not all trying to, you know, do what they do in zombie movies."
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"Great, thanks to you!" said Mark. "Thanks, Erin and Trevor! I knew you guys wouldn't let me down: that's why I steered that thing over here." He looked at the two of them, his face curious, then spread his hands. "It was a zombie dragon, if you guys couldn't tell, it burst out of the museum and looked really hostile, so I jumped on its back to get it away and blow it up." He studied the other two before adding, "Look, I'm not sure how to tell you guys this, but I think the dead are rising from their graves with hostile intent. I saw a lot of activity around the cemetaries while we were in the air, and my off-campus alarm kept buzzing for a call-out. It looked pretty rugged, honestly. I...I thought you'd want to know, if you hadn't heard already."
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Suddenly, up in the sky, there came a great and terrible shriek! Looking upwards, Wander and Midnight saw a huge white shape falling from the sky with tremendous alacrity, some sort of terrible monster bird-thing on its last legs! Just as they saw it, the great object exploded into a gigantic cloud of dust that smelled oddly familiar to Erin as it cascaded down over all of them. But above them now was revealed the monster's tormentor, a very familiar figure in Claremont colors! Over their commlinks came Mark's voice. "Hey guys! Would someone catch me!?! You'll never believe what just happened!!!"
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Thrash is up. If you don't go in 24 hours, DS, we'll move on.
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"I am sorry for your accident, Lance," Murdock spoke suddenly, having been dead silent and nearly still for minutes. "Great misfortune can happen in this beautiful world." Inside his head, Harrier plotted battle strategies for an uncomfortable second before he forced himself to think in new directions. "Would you have preferred to have the damage done to you repaired, rather than to be upgraded?" he asked. "I know many in this world are...uncomfortable with cyberization." His pike traced a slow circle in the air, the glowing tip well away from any of Miss A's sensitive equipment.
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I can hit DC 20 with Skill Mastery. If I need to see is a higher DC than that, I'll include a roll. 20 20 it is!
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Eventually the two teens finished their conversations with the adults: After a reassuring talk about faith and duty, Summers gently invited Hughes to meet with him at any time before escorting him to the door, while Seven quickly and neatly put what she described as "a little string on the toe of your powers" with a little spell. That left the two of them footloose and fancy-free...well, if you didn't count the need to find their rooms and meet with new people! You had to make friends fast at a new high school.
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Edge Seizes Initiative and Inspires for +5! Boo-yah!
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Edge's sense of the theatrical debated with his good sense; as ever it was a short debate. With a gesture from the masked young hero, fireworks and Roman candles erupted all around the head of the Nazi robot, a patriotic display to rival any on the Western Front, the sound of patriotic music playing to accompany the all-American explosions. "C'mon, team!" called Mark in the best Golden Age style. "Give them the high, hard one! Hit a home run...for AMERICA! That's using your head, Cannonade!" For a second, a glorious second, Mark was more at home here than he'd ever been in his life.
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Murdock stood without pacing as he watched Miss A tend to Lance, his body and face still and composed. He hadn't responded to her offer, but the sharp-eyed Miss A could easily see the Omegadrone's strong hope and desire, not so carefully suppressed by that blank look in his eye. He was a very polite man, and didn't say a word as she worked. Life without fear. A life I could live without fear of exposure, with no greater curse than any other cyborg. It would be... He couldn't even put it into words.
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"All right," said Fusion easily, having recovered her equilibrium. "I'll report back to you by this time tomorrow, right here, if I haven't done so before." It was a good week; Charlie and Lois would be able to get by on their own for a couple of days, since they knew where she was going. "If there's nothing else?" If there wasn't, she gave a courtly little bow to the sorcerous investigator, tentacles waving, then dived into the water with a smooth, easy economy of motion, disappearing from view quickly.
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"When the device is completed," Talos reassured the students, "you will see all that you need." It was decidedly strange working down there in the roboty dark, though faster when Mark joined in to help make machines that none of them could put a name to. Mark shivered a little as they worked, It was strange to think of the nightmare world overhead, compared to this quiet place of scuttling robots and rusty gears. For her part, Daisy has slipped away from the group a little, sitting by herself with a shell-shocked look on her face.
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Hex cursed explosively, lashing out into the whiteness unsuccessfully. "Goddammit, Blank, she's getting away! Turn that crap off!" He stormed out of the field himself, cape snapping behind him in the breeze, as he looked for where she'd landed. "There, that skyscraper!" he exclaimed, pointing to the hole in the glass windows several stories up, all the way across the bay. "She must have landed inside. Thrashmaster Z and Yellowmacarena, take to the air and make sure she doesn't jump out again. Carry us. When we get there, the Blank and I are going inside. Remember, the higher the body count, the harder she'll be, so we do this smooth."
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OK, that's a Detect Weakness. It's a radio sense, and an active effect, so characters with an active Radio sense should be able to pick it up. (Though you'd need something like Acute or Analytical to ping it as 'being scanned', otherwise it's just a burst of radio sent your way) Give me a DC 26 check of, hmm, Computers, if you want to resist the effect (which IMO would require being able to tell what it is.)
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"Everything I do is suspicious." It wasn't a complaint. It was a statement of fact. Having eyed the other cyborg, his eyes dark, as he showed his power, Murdock returned his attention to Miss A. "The pike is powered by its physical connection to the material universe. This allows it to channel destructive power. But it can be damaged, or broken, which would allow Terminus technology to fall into the hands of the innocent. This cannot be allowed. "
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"I lack the ability to travel between dimensions." agreed the former drone. He continued eating, knife and fork rising and falling methodically and carefully, the way he did almost everything. "I was transported to this plane by the Furions; those who war against Omega in the Terminus. They were allies of your Centurion, and the other heroes of the Freedom League, of old. They felt it better I live away from them." When he was finished eating, he set the plate down. "My own experience with dimensional travel was limited to the time before my freedom," he said shortly. "Thank you for the pie."
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"Please don't be alarmed." When he'd asked the question gently, Murdock pulled a black metal cylinder from his belt. With a snap of his wrist, suddenly, the cylinder erupted outward and wider in his hand, bursting forward into the clear, unmistakeable shape of an Omegadrone's pike! The tip hummed with sinister energies, a whine like a dentist's drill, while the blade gleamed with wickedly polished metal. Worst of all, though, was the metal that had burst from his hand and arm, sliding right out through the slits in his skin, covering his arm with the unmistakeable armor of an Omegadrone. Watching Victory warily, almost tiredly, for his reaction, Murdock said, "I do not have the tools to repair the pike. If you wish to study it, I will need to keep it, as it is bonded to the circuitry embedded in my arms and requires them to function."
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"Singularity!" Hex spat, meeting her eyes fearlessly. "You know what'll happen when we give you back to Pathos, don't you? Stop right now, and I'll make sure you don't suffer any before then!" When that didn't seem to work, Hex seemed to shrug, even as black hands reached up from the tarmac to seize Singularity by the ankles. "It's your choice how you want to see your sister again!" he taunted.
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Hex uses his Move Object on Singularity. 28 And with Power Attack, nice. You need to get over DC 40 to escape the grapple, Electra. Don't forget to add your Rage-induced STR to that.