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"Hi, Wander!" said Edge, waving vigorously to show he was unhurt. Well, relatively speaking. Erin remembered hitting him well enough, and could see the dent he'd left in the wall. He took off his shattered goggles, sighed, and slipped them in his pocket. "You okay? It looked like Medea really did a number on you," he said, sounding concerned. "I'm okay," he added. "I just was out for a while." He blinked. "Hey, we got Medea, right? Because sometimes they come back right when things are getting dangerous and backstab you!"
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OK, it's been a good long while. In vs. Giant Robot?, our order is Geckoman Phalanx Giant Robot Rift Ecal is up.
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When Trevor bent over him, Mark's eyes snapped open, peering up at him through the shattered goggles on his face. "Midnight! Are you okay?" Looking past Mark, Trevor could see the dent he'd left in the wall behind him: the solid impervium wall. Was that divot shaped like Mark's head? Yes, yes it was. "Was it really the Grue? Or was that Medea just messing with Wander's brain? She's a really evil witch." He sat up, broken safety glass falling out of the goggles to land on the cape tangled up in his lap. "Wow! I got hit pretty hard, huh!" He looked up at Trevor again. "Are you okay?"
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The bee passes the Fort save But fails the Tou save, and is bruised
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OK, the bee passes vs. JoAB-as-projectile Probably for the best, since you don't want to wound the bee too badly at this juncture. JoaB-as-stab is up.
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Medea jumped backwards, startled out of her wits at Midnight's appearance. "You want her so bad, you can have her!" she spat. "When you get what's coming to you, you damnable little scoundrel, we'll see who's so scary!" And with that she spat a word in Ionic Greek, disappearing from the room as Midnight's teleport sensor beeped obediently after her. She hadn't gone far, but she hadn't gone back to Hellion, Wander, and the unconscious Edge, either. Meanwhile, inside Hellion's dimensional pocket in an island in the Void, amid terror and deafness, Wander remembered everything.
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Knuckles O'Hagan (PL7 NPC, Tier 2)
Avenger Assembled replied to Supercape's topic in Non-Player Characters
APPROVED Gritty! -
Knuckles O'Hagan (PL7 NPC, Tier 2)
Avenger Assembled replied to Supercape's topic in Non-Player Characters
OK: clean up his feats. Designating a fighting style isn't necessary. It's a distraction from understanding his sheet. Everything else looks good. -
All seems to add up: APPROVED
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I love the background! Looks like a blast to play. I don't like getting +4 Protection from even a custom suit: that's tactical vest country. (Note: you can have a tactical vest if you want one! =) ) Either scrounge up the points to make it a device, or split the difference: drop it down to +2 or +3, and scrounge up some Protection in the bargain. (Your +8 Fort is really bizarrely high for a character with 10 Con, so maybe pulling some points from there will help.)
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Wow, that...that...how did THAT happen? Mark had seen a lot of things in his short life, but the transformation of his friend's gaze was something else entirely when it came to flat-out weirdness. Mark's own eyes were very wide as he produced a round makeup mirror from behind his back and handed it to Trevor. Briefly silent for a moment, he finally hazarded "Well...maybe you're getting new powers? Or you've been using yours too much? I don't know." For once, Mark looked embarassed to be talking so much as Trevor caught sight of his face in the mirror.
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"Oh yeah, I guess I could," said Mark. "Not the taffy, I mean, that'd be cheating after I won!" Deciding to take this opportunity to grow as a person (and really, who could object to that?), Mark looked down at his hands and concentrated. A swirl of inky black dots later, and he was handing a shiny black coffee cup to Trevor, the product of fell sorcery and reality-warping magic incongruously emblazoned with a crudely sparkled WORLD'S BEST MIDNIGHT. "Here you go, Trevor." Inside, a dark liquid roiled with sinister purpose, the sharp scent of roasted coffee beans rising to Trevor's nose. "It should be pretty good."
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Have an HP for the incoming hit, Cy!
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As she cannot see through the midnight mist, Medea teleports away, figuring that discretion, the better part of valor, etc. Wander is up. Wander, I need a DC 20 Fort save from you to shake the Dazzle, and a DC 25 Will save to shake the Mind Control.
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"I think that's cheating, Erin," said Mark cordially, "but you're welcome to as much taffy as you want. There's no way I can eat all that I can carry. And Trevor, it's seven-thirty on the dot," said Mark cheerfully as he walked over to take a seat by the window, flattening out his taffy placard to look it over again. "I've started waking up with a fresh pot of Folger's Natural Crystals every morning, and let me tell you, best decision I ever made! They really know how to get my bull running, if you know what I mean." He gave Trevor a concerned look, then added, "Trevor, didn't you have any coffee this morning? You look like you need some."
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"Hey Erin! Hey Eve!" said Mark cheerfully. If he held getting punched in the face, or being his ex's cousin, against either of the girls, he gave no sign of that. Erin had been mind-controlled, it wasn't like she'd smacked him around in anger. That was a necessary part of the job. As for Eve, well, Faith had a big family. What could you do? "I was thinking that later, after class and training, we could go down to the Boardwalk and get taffy! I won a contest on the computer to let me get as much taffy as I can carry," he added, whipping out a placard from his pocket, "so I was thinking I could share it with you guys! Then we could, I dunno, watch the ocean. Or go on the beach."
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"Hey, Trevor!" It wasn't so much that Mark appeared from nowhere as he was simply there in the hallway, luckily, as Trevor stepped out of his room. "How you doin'?" Mark almost clapped his good buddy on the back, before belatedly remembering that Trevor could be a little standoffish sometimes. "Me, I had a great day," he said cheerfully. "You'll never believe who turned out to be...hey, is something different about you today?" he asked, studying Trevor as they went. "Did you change your hair?"
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Dead Men Do Tell Tales (IC)
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in The Theatre District
"Get their attention," Avenger suggested. "Fascinate Sixtus. She has traveled to terrible dimensions and seen terrible things. You will...uh, be a novelty." He peered into the gloom, his voice a low, choking growl as he whispered, "Will take her from behind. She cannot lose the staff while conscious, but if suitably distracted, perhaps she can be remembered so. Ready?" -
1d20+8=14 Mark is bruised and unconscious from getting hit by Erin and then hitting the wall hard enough to crack impervium. Midnight is up.
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In Mind-Control-Oh-No, we're going Edge (now with 2 HP, gah!) Wander Midnight Hellion Medea Mark takes a full round to Inspire (+5) his teammates, except Wander. He could Inspire her, giving her a bonus on the vs. Mind Control check she'll make next round, but since he can't apply that bonus selectively...yeah, not so much. WAnder is up.
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"Oh my God," said Edge out loud, confronted with the reality of Wander advancing on them with what looked like a savage beating on her mind. "Look, this happens all the time," he called reassuringly to his teammates. "One of your teammates gets mind-controlled, looks real scary for a while, but then you chase off the mind control and everything gets better! It'll...it'll be okay! Wander, remember, it's us! We're your friends! You don't need to kill us!"
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Edge goes on 22; Medea goes on 6. OK, we'll get back combat up.
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"It's OK," said Fusion reassuringly to Sarah, her face invisible behind the huge octopus eye silhouettes on her full-face mask. "I think this man has been displaced in time or dimension. I'm going to take him to a hero I know who'll be able to deal with this." She kept a close eye on both the woman and the swordsman, careful to make sure neither of them were about to do anything rash. "" she reassured Shiro. ""
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I need Initiative checks from everybody! Thanks for being such good sports. You'll see why I say that in a minute.
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The doors slammed shut just as Geckoman leapt his way clear, pinning the Green Jester of Justice, the the Genius Guitar God, the Boy of Bronze, and the Iridescent Insightful Intellect in the front of the group, trapping them away from their teammates. As the mystic darkness cleared, a glowing, metallic figure came striding out of the gloom. It looked like the Centurion, but this giant black metal monster wore a face of pure hate! "I am Zeta, the Centuritron of War! I shall punish you and deliver you over to...TALOS! Boo-ha-ha-ha!" - "...destroy," Medea finished, whispering into the spiral-eyed Wander's ear with a malevolent smile on her face. She'd teleported in fast, lashing out with her spell before even the sharp-eyed Wander could react. With an evil smirk, she took a step back to watch her creation at work as Erin gave her classmates an entirely new look.