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With a deep bass bellow, Aquaria struck her trident against the ground - and a remarkable thing happened. They all felt it; a sudden, spectral investigation and the distinct sensation of something sticky and wet tugging at them, tugging at their magic, pulling at it like the tentacles of an octopus pulling a fish into its gullet. The effect was only momentary but it was certainly striking, especially as Aquaria bellowed again "No false gods! Only Dagon and Hydra! " The momentary magic faded, its effects having lasted only seconds at best - but the effect on their antagonist was striking. The illusions faded, revealing clearly for the first time the beast that sat across the room - what had once been a man, some nine feet tall now and canine, body transformed into a humanoid wolf that was somehow worse than any Hollywood production of a werewolf, as if bones and flesh had been reshaped by a crude predator's eye rather than a Hollywood artist's touch. The tentacles, coiled and black around its waist, didn't help matters any. With its disguises gone it rose to its clawed feet again and howled, just once, and roared "ALL FLESH WILL BE EATEN!"
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ic Auspicious Season (IC)
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Rivers, Lakes and Oceans
"Ach du lieber!" declared the zombie officer, looking at Wraith with goggle eyes. Some of his men went for weapons, old-fashioned looking revolvers and boathooks that looked distinctly waterlogged, but the officer kept his hands away from his revolver and his saber. "You certainly are a funny-looking one," he said, raising his bony fingers to his chin for a moment before saying, "...That seems very...nein, I must be on mission. We are here to meet mit Herr President Wilson." He seemed to squeeze out that last sentence as if with great effort, forcing himself back onto task. "We have traveled a long way to get here, and faced many obstacles. I must see your President." Aquaria interposed herself between Jessie and the walking corpses, her broad face the one she put on when desperately trying to pretend everything was okay. Oh these terrible things! I would destroy them all if it would make her happy! "We should go back to the van. And just not look," she told Singularity, afraid that if she ran away it would be hours or days before they found her again - most inauspicious! "The others can handle this." Sure enough, Grey's father appeared to be joining the conversation. "Hello!" he said cheerfully, "I'm Agent Barry Sadler of the United States...government," he went on, losing a bit of his composure when the zombies made direct eye contact. "Would you gentlemen be soldiers of the, ah, Kaiser?" The lead zombie laughed - and so did the others. It was an unpleasant sound. "No! We are sailors and marines!" -
Don't forget that it's entirely possible for your character to recognize Judy from the news at this point, folks - https://www.freedomplaybypost.com/topic/13114-election-night/?tab=comments#comment-301617
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Aw Judy votes for staying! =D
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The book was warm in Leon's hands, glowing with the invisible heat of a profound spirituality and deep love. He saw flashes of Judy in prayer, here and elsewhere, and knew she loved the book and all it stood for. And then the book itself spoke to him; not the towering rage of an Old Testament prophet, but with a soft, feminine voice he recognized as Judy's own. The book's tone wasn't one of rejection, but of a warm, spiritual welcome. All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness: that the man of God may be perfect, throughly furnished unto all good works - And then it was gone, pulled away into Pan's hands with a faint smack. The book had little to say to Pan that he couldn't already tell, knowing how much Judy's faith meant to her. "Leon!" said Judy suddenly, raising her voice so the boy could hear her. She'd missed the whole affray until she'd seen Ashley pointing in the direction of the two boys, figuring she'd looked that way when catching sight of Pan. She had never actually spoken to the other boy, who Ashley had mentioned was some kind of juvie kid, but she knew that didn't need to matter. She walked right up to Leon, reached into a pocket of her denim dress, and handed him - a small pocket copy of the Book of Psalms. "If you need a Bible," she said, making direct eye contact as she looked at the boy, "Ah can get you one. Ah just needed that one because it was a precious gift to me."
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Because some people are causing trouble! =D
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Lon seemed to consider their words carefully, listening not the way an adult listened to a teenager but the way a peer listened to another - well, more than one. By the time Danica and Pan were done, his clawed hands were steepled before him and a smile was on his fanged face. "Well. Aren't the two of you a persuasive pair? All right, Ah'll play the cards your way. No word to the captain about our unusual cargo, not even any secret messages to his high and mighty master the admiral. But Ah have to warn you, children, Ah did come here expecting to see some excitement and that is exactly what I intend to get." His smile turned - not exactly mocking, but decidedly unpleasant. "You're right about the dangers to these good people from those very powerful people that some of you are kin to - but what's that to me, then, hmm? See y'all around." He rose to his feet and bowed, then turned and left the room, tail twitching behind him. "Christ, what an asshole," spat Ashley, her hand on top of Judy's. "Ah can't believe Ah finally meet somebody like me and he's...he's like _that_," said Judy, staring daggers after the departing wolf-man. "At least the two of you talked him out of turning us all in just...just to see what would happen." There was at this juncture a faint rumble inside the ship, and discreet flashing yellow lights in the corners of their room where they were being held. A soft voice began repeating a few words in Lor that Ashley reluctantly translated. "It's...it's a message asking the civilians to shelter in place." (Pan's magic let him get the literal translation - "batten down the hatches!")
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Judy considered a wide variety of responses to Micah's confidence, before she decided that she'd meant what she'd promised herself about secrets before. "Ah think we should take as much time as you want," said Judy softly, looking away from Micah. "Ah know all about people being pushed to do things they don't want to do. But there's something else I want you to know." And then suddenly she did something she hadn't discussed with Ashley at all, from the way the latter's eyes widened as Judy stood up just a little to kiss Micah on the cheek. Her lips were warm, her whole body fever-hot, as she rocked back on her heels and smirked at Micah before she turned and sauntered towards their dorm.
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A miss! Okay, let's try that again. Nullify: 27 Power Check: 19 Gotta post IC - go ahead and roll the new initiative, folks
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"Pan," said Ashley simply, her arms at her sides as she watched the conversation between Micah and Judy. She was keeping her distance from the teens but was ready to throw herself in between them - literally, if necessary. This was something Judy had been anticipating for a long time too. She looked at Micah, hurt and grief shining in her huge dark eyes for a moment before she seemed to swallow the emotions deeply, hand tightening around her Bible. "Ah told the whole world my name and where Ah'm from, Micah Roebuck," she finally said. "Ah know Ah hurt you when Ah lied to you all those times. And Ah'm sorry for that. That's what you should believe."
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ic Auspicious Season (IC)
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Rivers, Lakes and Oceans
Everyone spotted the boat coming their way - a big, fast-moving rowboat cutting its way through the water, a half-dozen oarmen on each side driving it forwards above the freezing water of the bay at surprising speed. Only Wraith, with keen and many eyes, spotted what lay beyond them - a low, black shape that barely protruded from the water and gleamed with an odd hue against the light. The crew beat and beat the oars in regular time, the captain calling "Schlag! Schlag!" as they went. As the boat got closer, Aquaria seemed to tense, nostrils flaring, and hissed something in Lemurian to her fellow Deep Ones, all of whom rose to their legs and hissing for their young. Gray, his hair sparking faster, retreated to his father's side as the boat hit the sandy beach not far from the beached whale - and Aquaria leaped not to confront the new arrivals but to Jessie's side, where she hissed in a reassuring voice that came straight from their therapy sessons, "I am okay. You are okay. This is real. You are real." The officer in the front of the boat stepped out and declared in a raspy voice, "At last! We have arrived - in America!" It was easy to tell why he sounded so raspy - you could see right through parts of him. Pale and clammy-looking where it wasn't green and slimy, he was a wet, rotting corpse in a faded grey jacket. His crew all looked to be of similar vintage, some bloated and swollen, others more human-shaped, all of them looking like drowned corpses. "Praise God and the Kaiser!" -
Roll a d20 for me, ZB, given that the Illusion is still up
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"Yes he did," agreed Eira in respond to Pan's comment about Knieval, looking down at the fallen man with her head cocked and blue eyes narrowed at the unconscious man - for a moment resembling a predatory bird more than a girl or a robot. "But revenge is for fools," she whispered, her left hand tight into a fist even as the other took Pan's. A crowd was definitely gathered now, along with the dozen or so misplaced people who had been on the ride with them originally, drawn by Pan's magical display. "Pardon me, folks," popped up a voice nearby - the carnival attendant was big and blonde, with the sort of ratty old tattoos that a veteran carny would have. "I couldn't help but notice you are dissatisfied with your ride. Would you care for a refund?" He looked at Eira, at Pan, at Leon and Nightscale, his eyes a brilliant blue. He's not a relative of Eira's, probably; but they look to be of the same Nordic stock.
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January 2021 Claremont Academy now the family is parted; will it be complete one day? The red SUV looked like any other car pulling into the Claremont drop-off lot this January as students returned from the end of their holiday break. It was a full two months since the whole entire goshdarn world and parts of space beyond had found out what Judith Claudia Cahill was, even if the fact that the President's daughter was a Claremont student was a rather more closely guarded secret than most people would imagine. Judy stepped out of the SUV, her denim dress almost brushing the snow-dappled ground, with a black cat-faced backpack on, her Bible tucked under her arm, and her trusty bodyguard at her side. She'd admitted being scared in the car, scared to death as a matter of fact, but as she and Ashley exchanged a smile she decided she was ready for her very last semester of high school. No more secrets now she thought as she turned and led the way onto Claremont's campus, a pink-haired Ashley following.
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Eira can't beat that as written, so let me know how far back that knockback takes her.
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"Hey man, that's not-" With a single crack, Captain Knieval dropped to the ground, still bound by paper and shadow, and the crowd let out of a cheer. For her part, Eira Katastroff walked up seething, blue coolant fluid leaking from her split lip. She looked at the dazed Knieval, her hand balled into a fist, and for an instant it looked as though she was about to strike the unconscious man before she turned to the others and hissed, "We need to leave him and go. He was one of the most famous supervillains of this time." She shot Pan a quick smile, adding, "You did well. All of you did."
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"Idiots!" Angelik hissed, her fingers sinking deeper into the wood of the mast, pulling it apart with the crack, crack, crack of shattering fibers. She was strong, she knew from personal experience, strong enough to tear a tree down with her bare hands if she was so inclined. "You have until the count of 10 to surrender." She pulled and a crack shot up the side of the mast, rising higher above her head. "One!"
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result = 31 Whoops!
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Standard Action: Punch that mast again, DC 29 Tou save for it Move Action: Seek to Intimidate the pirates - 21 with the penalty for doing it as a move action, though depending on how well the mast rolls she may get a bonus to the result...or a negative depending!
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The truth was that Aquaria knew what Surface Men looked like when they died but this was a truth she would never discuss among strangers. She felt cold terror seize her heart as she contemplated her fate at the hands of her erstwhile allies, until she seemed to feel a calming force sweep over her from the reassuring presence of Ouroboros. "I do not like prison," she muttered in a sound like a horde of bullfrogs chirping, "It was bad. I do not...I do not think I killed him." Did she feel any guilt in that cold heart? It was best not to think about such things, she knew from long experience. The dead body turned out to be a very real dead body, but one of a considerably older vintage than one freshly killed by a Deep One's trident - there was certainly much less blood than one would have expected. It looked perhaps as old as the bodies upstairs, greying beard the only thing it wore, and rather more battered than even their fight and a quick impalement would have allowed for. It bore a few tattoos, shaped like the arcane symbols on the discarded roles of the cultists upstairs/ Across the cavern, Ouroboros spotted something amid the shadowy gloom and spectral mouths across the room - a canine form sitting on a throne shaped like a great fanged maw, its clawed hands raised and waving in an arcane style. The form did not seem to realize it had been spotted - yet.
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Okay! I actually will make this an IC post, on reflection....
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there ya go!Do your thing, @Nerdzul
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Everybody give me a Notice check.
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ic Auspicious Season (IC)
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Rivers, Lakes and Oceans
"Oh! Yes, that makes sense - my apologies again for the confusion." Sadler's eyes had lit up at Jessie's words. "As for my line of work, it has its moments," said Sadler with a chuckle. "I transferred to desk duty a few years ago; but even desk duty on the metahuman detail keeps me busy. How about you, are you happy with your current...line of work?" he asked delicately. He wasn't exactly avoiding the oil but he wasn't getting too close either. "It is much easier to be a young Deep One," offered Aquaria a little too loudly, swiveling her massive head towards Jessie worriedly. "If another young male gave you trouble, you would bellow at each other and then fight! Such times as that!" She smiled an impressively wide smile, one large enough that she could have popped a human's head in there if she had been so inclined. "With females it is harder, there is more knifing of each other," she added, miming a little stabbing gesture. "You would be in trouble for that. They would send you to jail!" -
Yes, a perfect time to spend it!