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Phantom didn't bother to reply, teleporting them both to behind the monkey as Avenger had requested. Instead of blinking back out of existence immediately, Phantom paused as she saw the building beginning its collapse. Her glowing eyes shifted to the group below and then back up to the rubble plummeting towards them. Inky shadows rippled into being between the people screaming for their lives and the rubble above them and bound them in a rippling net. The cloaked figure behind Avenger didn't move except for the burning gaze that shifted back to the shrieking monkey. The fact that Phantom wasn't tossing off arcane gestures was a sign of just how aggravated she was with this scenario. Usually, she at least tried to act like a 'normal' mystic. The bands of shadow released, sending the rocks pelting towards Avenger's target.
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Phantom will teleport herself and Avenger to the screechy monkey for her move action then she'll grab the rubble with her TK 1d20+10=20 to hit and a TK rank of 15 should make that easy to grab onto. As I have a silly amount of HP, we'll burn one of those to get another move action to change the direction of the rubble's path and use it to clobber the screamer: 1d20+10=28 That's +10 for her to hit with TK which is a rank 15 power but damage cap'd at Phantom's rank which is PL 12. So DC27 TOU save for the screamer if it hits.
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Phantom shot Ace an appologetic look from beneath her cloak as she floated along in Jack's wake. "Sorry, I forgot you were..." human "...not immune." She waved her hands, unearthing the prison from the snow in a fountain of white powder. Insanity that anyone would build one of these things let alone more. She shot Avenger a look and reminded him, "Honey, last time I teleported him out of there. It was excrutiating and it almost opened a black hole in the center of Freedom City." She rested her hands on her stomach below her cloak and said, "I'd rather not do that stunt again if we have another option."
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Taylor grinned slightly, leaning into Jack and teleported them back upstairs to the wrecked library. She stepped forward a little, and with all the bells and whistles of earlier, her scrying was a little anticlimactic. She stood utterly still as if she wasn't even breathing (which she wasn't for those paying attention to such things). Except for eyes that glowed white, there was nothing mystical at all. She could have been zoning. After a minute or so she moved again and held her hands out for people to take for another ride through the Void. For Avenger, at least, the crackling black nothingness broke only by white eldritch fire was becoming downright familiar. "Got him. Himalayas." It was a sign how used to life with Jack was that she didn't even consider not everyone would be immune to thigh deep snow.
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Alex relayed orders matter of factly and she smiled and floated up to kiss Mike on the cheek as she took her sandwich from him along with a can of soda. She pulled a frisbee out of her backpack. It looked to be covered with rainbow stickers. She swung it around one finger and smiled mischeviously, "We're totally going to kick Next Gen's butt this time... And Eddie, the key word in that sentance was 'yet'"
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"Oh, no!" Psyche was in perfect position floating over the water to see the cars with people go flying off the side of the bridge. She thrust the forcefield around her out to gently catch the two occupied vehicles and push them to safety. It was hard to believe that a few months ago she'd strained to lift her backpack with her thoughts. Still, it took a good deal of attention and focus. Too much focus too contact the team, so she sent her thoughts to Mike via their mental link. 'Someone's going to have to shore up that bridge. I can't catch cars and hold it up at the same time. I'll hold up the bridge while you guys take out the monsters.'
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Psyche notices which cars are occupied. 1d20+16=29 She'll catch one with her with her TK (It's perception ranged so there's no to-hit) and then I'll spend one of my HP to surge and catch the other one as well. Goooo team!
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"Telepathic," Alex replied easily, tucking her hands into her jeans and shaking her bangs out of her face. She was quick to assure him, "But I don't just go reading peoples thoughts or anything, don't worry. I'm very ethical. Mike and I have a link that makes it easier, though. So, who wants what?"
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Taylor started and then watched bemused as the flower finally spat out her best friend, "Thanks. Jack may or may not be around. I imagine he'll say goodbye before he heads out but its hard to say. You've beat everyone else here but that's not really hard as I imagine Ace and Moira are going to see who can be more fashionably late. Either that, or they'll arrive together. Thanks for coming." Taylor levitated one of the pots into her hands - no way she was going to try to bend at the waist these days - and began looking for good places to set the bright arrangement.
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Taylor held her hand out, smiling finally which made her look as young as she really should have. She actually had a dimple in each cheek. No wonder she wore the full face mask. Dimples were not scary. "I can drop you off where ever you'd like to go..."
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Alex picked up the images from Mike's brain and sent them out to the teammates she could easily find as she slipped out of the back of the study hall she'd been in. A touch on her belt sent her down to the team's command center before teleporting her out to the Pramas bridge. Her young voice popped on over the communicator's crackle. "On my way. Psyche out." She floated up, leaving a trail of sparkling energy in her wake as she flew high to get a feel for the lay of the land, her mind already working on the scenario and the way to save as many people as possible, as quickly as possible.
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Taylor looked up from where she'd been curled up reading and halfway dozing. Morning was normally bedtime for her, but she came awake and too her feet with impressive rapidity that was probably helped with just a little bit of flight. She glanced out the window and paled as she looked at the gouts of fire popping up from the street. It was one of the few things that was dangerous to her, so she'd simply have to avoid them. She gave Jack a look and touched the amulet at her throat which buried her in the swaths of Phantom's cloak. "In broad daylight? Alone? Are you kidding?" She held out a gloved hand for him, "I'll stay out of the way. I work better from range anyways. Where am I dropping you?"
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1d20=14
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I go at... 1. Well, lets hope I got that out of the way. I still hate you too, invisible castle. 1d20=1
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"Don't thank me," Taylor said impassively, "I've given you just enough rope to harm yourself with it. I shouldn't have told you anything but better informed than blind." She stood up as Erin did, resting her hands on her desk and held one slightly cool hand out for the girl to shake. "I've done what I can to talk you out of it so I'll simply wish you good luck.
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"Its full-power frisbee on the quad if we hurry. If I hand over cash to Mike, we can send him for subs and soda while we all head to the quad," Alex suggested, one arm looped around Mike's waist as she looked up at him, her eyes a little unfocused, "If you go now, there's no line at the counter and I think you'll beat the guy getting out of his car right now. My treat on lunch."
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Alex gave Mike a reluctant smile and reached to tuck her hand into his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. With her fingers still laced with his, she agreed, "Well, yeah, it's probably pointless. People don't generally thank you when you point out their emotional problems but, I mean, don't we have a responsibility to try and soften the explosion if we can? I mean, isn't that what we do is all about? Helping people?"
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As the family party had gone fine, Taylor had figured that it was safe enough to have a small party at home for a few friends. Nothing big, and she didn't want to end up playing that game where they guess her waist size. Taylor was alright with never knowing how wide around she was at this particular moment. She especially didn't want to share that knowledge with anyone else much less turn it into a party game. So, the living room was a little incongruous in the Farretti home. It was still all the sleek black and red modern affair of Jack's living room. But it had a few discreet flower arrangements to soften the rather stark environs in soft blue. And there was a cake, of course. Taylor figured that it was a good plan to enjoy cake while she still had an appetite. Chances were good that would be gone again when the baby was born. She wasn't entirely certain if Jack was off hiding in his study or if he'd snuck out while she was setting out the veggie tray. Of course, he could have waltzed right by here with his vampiric powers. That was on the list of abilities she hoped the baby never manifested. She stole a carrot from the platter and perched on the edge of the couch, waiting on the doorbell. Or the teleportation into one of the flower arrangements. One could never be certain.
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How could a baby shower for the spawn of a vampire and a witch ever go wrong? How, I ask you? I gotta check on the dates with folks. I have Stesha, Moira and Ace as guests.
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A mighty 3 for my initiative!
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"No, no really cool paint spell. You know me, most of my knowledge is for things like blowing holes in moving objects," Taylor returned his grin, and pulled the drop cloth for the floor from the Void. It had a few suspicious looking brown spots as it had probably been used in the past for some sort of super hero clean up. Of the bloody variety. But it was absorbant and would do well to catch the drips on the ground. After spreading it around and down on the ground she looked around expectantly. "Don't you use tape for something? I think everytime my mom painted, she taped off things like light switches. I've never actually done this before."
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Taylor blinked and tenatively touched the ticking package. Okay, so he's creepy. He's not going to get me a bomb for my twenty-first birthday. That would just be... insane. Taylor smiled at the doctor and then with a good deal of care and some judicious use of her mystical senses, slowly peeled the paper away from the heavy object. Maybe its a clock. A really big and really heavy clock. Using plutonium.
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Taylor watched her disapear and then stood up to slide an arm around Jack's waist, looking at the other two heros. For the first time in hours she managed a smile that dimpled both her cheeks, "Now you've just set him up to tease you about being Italian. At least it's not garlic. Jack's allergic." She gave Jack a droll look, remembering the first time he'd had dinner at her folks house. She'd forgiven the deception but that didn't mean she didn't enjoy teasing him now and again, "We should see if we can track down Dark Star - ours, I mean. I might be able to scry for him if the library's not a total wreck."
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Alex gave the new boy a curious look as he seemed to shift around, difficult to catch onto with her mental abilities but Alex gave a little shrug before beaming up at Mike. She laughed, "Oh, yeah, I'm sooo slumming it. Silly." She leaned into his side,chatting with an easy warmth, "Well, what have you seen so far?"
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"And that's the problem," Alex said, returning Mike's frown although she had to crane her neck to do so. Her attention at least was back on topic but she gave Eddie one last look of warning before she turned back to the group, "Mark doesn't feel things like most people do. He's not head over heels for her or really capable of being head over heals for anyone. He hasn't had the emotional growth needed to feel that way. He doesn't even understand it. Its like someone who's been too coddled, but its from his powers not, like, sheltered parenting."
