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Massive Explosion in Riverside! [IC]
Avenger Assembled replied to Dr Archeville's topic in Riverside
Avenger worked hard to rescue the cats, his intimidating persona not helping him much at all when it came to rescuing the animals. But Jack liked animals as much as anyone else and certainly wanted to see them rescued, and it was a nice feeling rescuing something small and needy. Besides, cat blood tasted terrible, which helped him keep his mind off everything else. When he had one cat under each arm, he looked at Phantom and called enquiringly, "Phantom! Can you pull them all into your cloak and let them out later?!" -
I figure if we are meeting up at the parking garage, Avenger will be intercepted by the message about that before he gets to the courier firm. If not, then a liberal application of scary looks and grim suggestions is in order.
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Avenger instructed the Cyberdyne man to tell him where to find the courier firm, then gave a strong reminder about the consequences of telling anyone about the dark vigilante's investigation. With that done, he headed straight for the courier firm to interrogate them with his fists about when and where they made their deliveries to Mr. Takou.
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"I'm great," said Mark with a ready smile for Alex. "That really wasn't all that bad, guys," he said to her, and the others reassuringly. "He's not mad at us, he just wants us to explain what happened. It'll be all right. Today's going to be the start of something great for all of us, I can tell." He beamed at James. "And thanks, James! It was just a spur of the moment thing, but if it works for you guys, we can go with it. We should probably avoid doing a lot of licensing though...well, I dunno, that's not really my thing."
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"And that's my cue. See you later." With a barely visible smirk on his face, Orion raised his watch to his lips. "This is Orion. Simian, extract now!" And with that, the mighty hunter flickered and wavered in a shimmering pattern of light that Dark Star recognized as extraterrestrial teleportation technology before he completely vanished from sight and out of the corridor altogether.
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When Edge left Mr. Summers' office, he looked relaxed and confident, if a bit drained. He made his decision fast, looking over his assembled friends. "All right, got that taken care of. Mike, he wants to see you next." He clapped the other boy on the shoulder, looking him in the eye. "Good luck, man." When Mike got up, Mark took his seat next to Alex, wiping his forehead. "Whew. Mr. Summers' got an eye, doesn't he?"
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"Mr. Summers, it went like this." Under the watchful gaze of Mr. Summers, Mark began to talk, telling him the story of Young Freedom and their battle in the stadium. "We arrived late thanks to heavy traffic. Just our luck, as it meant we missed whatever knockout field those hoodlums were using on the spectators." He did his best to tell the story as he remembered it, being both honest and positive at the same time. "After a brief conference to assess the situation, and when I was confident we had the support of our faculty advisor, I deployed the team in the manner that seemed the most advantageous. We destroyed the robots, banished the demons, and stopped the bad guys from hurting any innocent people. We made some mistakes, but those were just because of our inexperience. I'm proud of what everyone accomplished on the field."
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Edge rose to his feet, straightened his slightly singed costume, and marched down the ramp. Duncan Summers had been a fairly frequent guest at his family home growing up, but that didn't make the older man any less intimidating. His father's old friends had often been like that in one way or another, especially Mr. Summers. But Edge was a confident young man, unafraid to face the consequences of his actions that day. After all, they'd been heroes. Following closely behind Eddie, he addressed the older man seriously and said, "Mr. Summers, today I was lucky enough to go to the baseball game with superheroes. We saved the day together."
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"It's so nice to meet you, Ms. Albright!" said Mark, still smiling as he gave Alex's mom a firm handshake. Man, Alex has good genes. It was a good thing he trusted his friend not to go psychically wandering. "I'm Mark Lucas, I go to school with your daughter. It's a real pleasure to meet you and see your lovely home. I'm just lucky to have the chance to be here with Alex on her big day. She's very special to me and everyone else at Claremont."
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Massive Explosion in Riverside! [OOC]
Avenger Assembled replied to Dr Archeville's topic in Archives
Oh hey, I guess I was higher in the Initiative order than I remembered. Avenger's going to spend his turns rescuing the remaining cats. What do I need to do for that, boss? :) -
OK, Avalon's run into some trouble, so we'll say Vestige is holding his action. Ronin, you're up.
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"Hey, Erin?" Edge had taken the seat next to her as they headed back, sitting itchy as the first-degree burns he'd gotten from the exploding robot slowly healed up. "Thanks for what you did back there," he said to her, quiet but loud enough for anyone listening to overhear. "I saw you take that hit for me. And for everybody else, when you were fighting that big robot. Even if you get some static from people who weren't there for how hard you hit that guy, you did the right thing today." He shot a cautious smile her way.
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Edge was very impressed at the keen figure Alex cut in her colorful skirt and blouse, and wasn't shy about showing it. "Wow! Look at you, Alex! You look great." He stepped up and gave her a quick hug, smiling down at her as he stepped back. "And so does this place. You guys must have been working for hours." He looked around the place, quite happy to be there. "So is it just the three of us so far? Are your folks sticking around?"
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Avenger kept an eye out, moving with effective invisibility to watch Scarab as she worked and to make sure no one else was coming. We need to find that bloody painting. I was here to verify its existence for some of my, uh, backers. He had a feeling Scarab would know what he had in mind about that. Not to steal it. Just to make sure it was in good hands. You said you knew this person? Anyone I'd have heard of?
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"I'm sure it'll all work out," said Mark easily, clapping his buddy Mike on the back. He set his box on the table, his own blending in perfectly with the other wrapped presents. "So, looks like some party, huh?" he said with a grin, looking around the highly decorated room and house. "Man, I didn't get half this for my sixteenth. But I guess it's different for girls. Where's the star of the show?"
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Mark timed things just right, luckily pulling up just as the preparations for the party came to an end. Parking his parents' red Ford station wagon neatly on the sidewalk outside Alex's house, he bounded out with a cheerful smile on his face and a big wrapped present in his arms. He'd dressed up a bit for the party, donning an handsome buttoned-up shirt and slacks that happened to be specially engineered to be machine-washable. Nothing but class for his friend's big day. He knocked on the door, politely waiting to be admitted.
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Dee-Dee resists your untoward advances! But Edge comes in for the save and luckily makes it easier! Psyche, her brain is yours.
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Summers seemed to approve of Estelle's philosophy, but it was difficult to tell. Dr. de Haviland could already tell that Duncan Summers was not going to be a particularly demonstrative boss, even if he might be a supportive one. Once inside the administration building, Gossamer met with Summers' second-in-command Martha Dugan, and soon was put to work signing the usual disclosure forms and employment filings that were a necessary part of working in the teaching sector in the state of New Jersey. The school had many powers, but avoiding state licensure was evidently not one of them. This particular school had some unique forms, though, like asking Estelle about her own metahuman makeup and offering an extremely extensive list of non-disclosure forms and liability waivers. You didn't see a lot of "Consent To Mental Scan" forms outside certain black ops military organizations, and of course the Post Office.
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Yes, Ace can easily see that Edge is totally BSing about them having been doing anything productive when he showed up. ;)
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As far as your second question, Electra, one good way to represent damage to Fleur's hair as the Weak Point drawback. That's an uncommon, minor drawback that's about bypassing your Protection; critical hits are assumed to have hit her hair, and do the usual additional +5 crit damage in addition to bypassing your Protection so you're only making your Toughness save with your straight Con bonus. That may be a little too ouchy, though, so you might be better off sticking to a Weakness drawback to represent an Instant damage effect.
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"...so that's why I called you," Jack finished explaining to Elena's cell phone some several minutes later from the pay phone across the street from the museum. "I'm not going to mess with anything that looks like a bomb in a museum, but the police seem pretty concerned about it. The red and gold colors were a pretty obvious message to you; I took a close look and it looks like whoever did it was trying to copy the Scarab's markings directly. Honestly, I don't know why anyone would want to steal this painting in the first place."
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"Breakdown and I have been pursuing a variety of leads," said Edge, luckily coming up with a semi-convincing story on the fly. Looking up as Dust-Stalker approached, he said a cautious "Hello," to the hero he didn't recognize before focusing back on the others. He gladly pocketed Ace's card, looking thrilled at having got the older hero's autograph. "This is totally going on my wall...uh, anyway, yeah, that's what led us to Greenbank. We'll happily follow your lead."
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Spellbound (PL8 NPC, Tier 2)
Avenger Assembled replied to Ecalsneerg's topic in Non-Player Characters
Might make a good complication. In the meantime APPROVED -
Stupid though he knew it was go in without his costume, Jack vanished and headed down the corridor, nearly invisible to any forms of detection. If he was caught like this, he could always say (truthfully) that he was going in to make sure that none of the artifacts his patron cared about were being molested. What were the odds, really? He paused, thought about that, then ran faster. If he'd learned anything about this business, it was that they always took out what was important. He passed among security guards, invisibly, and thought unhappily of Stesha.
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"We're..." Oh crap! Edge belatedly realized that they should have decided their team name sooner rather than later. Generation Freedom? Lord no, Bolt will think I've stolen his idea. All-Stars? No, can't rip off the baseball team, it'll be too corny. And if I think it's too corny, it's pretty frickin' corny! A legion of names, large and small, tumbled through Edge's head before he came up with a compromise. It sounds kind of lame, but we'll go with it for now. We can always change it later, right? Right. "You can call us Young Freedom." He grinned into the camera and held stock-still for several minutes, letting everyone get a picture. It's what you were supposed to do at this point.