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RED BULL'D by GIZMO Renegade 5 PP to spend: Add a rank of Luck to his Feats Pull Flight out of his Array for: Flight 4 (Angelic Wings) (100 MPH, Drawbacks: Forward Only, Power Loss (Wing Movement), Wide Turns, Reduced Load) [4 PP] Replace the level that was Flight in his array with: Alternate Power: Healing 10 (Benediction) (Extra: Total, Restoration, Flaws: Limited to Others, Power Feats: Persistant, Regrowth) [32 PP] Total Power Block follows: Powers: 6 + 5 + 2 + 6 + 4 + 37 = 60PP Descriptors: All of Ray's powers are holy and celestial in nature. Variable descriptors have been added to powers to demonstrate the difference in what is summoned but those descriptors are additive and for flavor. All of his powers still come from the same source, its merely to represent the variability in the physical manifestations that he can draw forth. Comprehend 3 (Tower of Babel) (Speak/Understand/Read All Languages) (Holy, Celestial) [6 PP] Protection 5 (Divine Grace) (Holy, Celestial) [5 PP] Immunity 2 (Mortality's Embrace) (Disease, Aging) (Holy, Celestial) [2 PP] Damage 5 (Divine Might) (Power Feat: Mighty) (Holy, Celestial) [6 PP] Flight 4 (Angelic Wings) (100 MPH, Drawbacks: Forward Only, Power Loss (Wing Movement), Wide Turns, Reduced Load) [4 PP] Enochian Tattoo Array 16 (Breaking the Chains) (32 PP; Power Feat: Alternate Power x 5) (Holy, Celestial) [37PP] Base Power: Damage 10 (Wrath) (Extra: Range, Autofire Power Feat: Variable Descriptor x 2 (any elemental or kinetic) ) [32PP] Alternate Power: Healing 10 (Benediction) (Extra: Total, Restoration, Flaws: Limited to Others, Power Feats: Persistant, Regrowth) [32 PP] Alternate Power: Move Object 10 (Chains and Bonds) (Lift Strength 50 / 4 tons light load; Extra: Damaging, Power Feat: Variable Descriptor x 2 (elemental or kinetic) [32PP] Alternate Power: Create Object 10 (Creation) (Extra: Duration: Continuous, Power Feat: Precise, Innate) [32PP] Alternate Power: Environmental Control 10 (Castigation) (1 Mile Radius, Mix and Match: Cold [ice and snow], Distraction (DC 10) [sleet and rain], Hamper Movement [frost], Heat [flames], Light [divine radiance], Visibility [fog]) (Extra: Independent, Power Feat: Slow Fade, Reversible) [32PP] Alternate Power: Dazzle 10 (The Glory) (Visual, Extra: Area (Cone), Power Feat: Incurable, Reversible) [32 PP]

Psyche Array overhaul in progress. Psychic Array 25 (50PP; Feats: Alternate Power 11) [55PP] AP: Damage 12 (Psychic Assault; Psionic; Extra: Alternate Save [Will], Mental [+0], Range [Perception], Feats: Subtle x 2) {50/50} AP: Communication 12 (Telepathy; Mental, 20,000,000 miles; Extras: Area, Linked; Feats: Subtle x 2, Selective, Dimensional) Linked: Comprehend 5 (Speak, Read and Write All Languages Simultaneously, Codes, Animals, Spirits, Electronics, Plants; Extra: Linked; Flaw: Duration/Sustained) {28 + 8 = 36/48} AP: Concealment 10 (Psychic Concealment; All Senses; Extra: Affects Others, Area, Attack; Feats: Close Range, Selective; Flaw: Phantasms) {42/48} AP: Create Object 12 (Molecular Manipulation; Extra: Impervious, Duration [Continuous]; Feats: Innate, Progression, Precise) {44/48} AP: Emotion Control 10 (Extras: Area, Mental [+0], Selective; Feats: Subtle) {41/48} AP: ESP 12 (200,000,000 miles, Visual/Auditory; Extra: Duration [Sustained]; Flaw: Action [Standard]; Feats: Subtle, Rapid 6 [1,000,000 times faster]) {43/48} AP: Healing 10 (Extras: Affects Objects, Total; Feats: Persistent, Regrowth) {42/48} AP: Illusion 11 (All Senses; Extras: Mental [+0], Selective; Flaw: Phantasms) {44/48} AP: Mind Control 10 (Extra: Conscious, Duration [Sustained], Mental [+0]; Feats: Mental Link, Subtle) {42/48} AP: Mind Reading 11 (Extras: Action [Move/Standard], Area, Mental [+0], Selective) {44/48} AP: Move Object 11 (Str 70; Extra: Range [Perception]; Feats: Subtle, Precise) {35/48} AP: Mental Transform 10 (Alter Memories; Extras: Duration [Continuous], Mental [+0], Range [Perception] Feat: Subtle) {41/48}

Handprints on the Wall (Phantom Vignette - February 2016) Faretti Manor: February 14, 2016 After double-checking with all the many senses available to her, Taylor was as certain as she could be given Jack’s proclivities, that he was not currently hovering over her shoulder in the shadows. Still, she couldn’t help but look over her shoulder as she snuck into her Sanctum Sanctorum, ghosting through the wall and wards. She’d have to work fast. Nothing roused her vampiric husband’s suspicions like attempting to sneak around the manor. She wasn’t, after all, especially gifted in such matters and Jack had an unfortunate tendency to jump to the worst conclusions. Vampires, as it turned out, were not overly fond of surprises. Especially the one that she had married. Taking a breath that Taylor actually didn’t need, she reached her hands between the dimensions to very carefully pull out a small package. It had taken some serious favors and perhaps a small bit of scrying through time that might have made Time Keepers cranky, were they to know of it. It was all worth it, though, for the final product. This year, Taylor thought, she might actually have the better present for the silly Hallmark holiday. As she pulled out the top envelope, Taylor carefully lifted up the first glossy image as if the picture were impossibly precious. Irreplaceable. Her smile might have been just a little misty as she set aside the image of a red faced, red eyed squalling newborn to move onto the next. In the end, Taylor had probably sixty or seventy simple photographs spread over her desk, spanning the last five years, from the early dates at the movie, and their engagement while the city burned to more recent pictures of the boys as they headed off to school. Certainly pictures were precious to any family, but in the Faretti household, there were only a few painted portraits as the only person able to show on traditional film was Taylor herself. Which meant she'd had to track down a few colleagues capable - and willing - to take memories and scried imagery and turn them into something that could be printed on photo paper. While formal oil paintings certainly didn't look out of place in the odd, haunted house that they called home, there were not candid pictures of their lives decorating the walls, nor anything like a baby book for the boys. At least, until now. Quickly, but with no less care, Taylor assembled the thin album into some semblance of order within the unassuming leather cover before she closed it and wrapped a blood red ribbon around the book. Clutching it too her chest, Taylor ghosted through the walls of the manor until she reached Jack’s library where she left it without any fanfare on his desk before she settled in to wait with ill concealed impatience. It was harder and harder to find a Valentine’s day gift for Freedom City’s Vampire King, but this year, Taylor thought she’d outdone herself. It wasn’t every year that she managed a gift that was just as good regardless of whether or not Jack was watching the whole time.

Alex floated down to the ground slowly, the glass crunching beneath her sensible heels. Part of her processed that the young woman was being settled down and she added her to the mental list of priorities shuffled and reshuffled in the back of her mind but the bulk of Alex's attention was on the dead man on the ground. Yes, he'd been a protester - and yes, he wasn't without blame but no one deserved to die for their admittedly stupid beliefs. Kneeling down amidst the glass, she ignored the protest in the back of her mind from Mike as she reached for the limits of her abilities and pushed past them. Without flinching, Alex reached out with gentle hands to right the man's next as a palpable wave of pure power formed around the young psychic before blowing through the crowd with a palpable 'whomph' of pressure and marked by the sparkling corona that so rarely manifested around Alex these days. Pulling on the very essence of the cosmic mutation that made Alex what she was, she focused. Technically, she was juggling both telekinetic manipulation at a molecular level as well as grabbing for the fragments of the man's psyche that had not yet fled to restore him to himself once more. When he coughed and sputtered beneath her fingertips, the rest of the energy rushed out in a wave, restoring all the bodies that it touched to their peak potential. Then, finally, the pint size redhead looked tired. Standing once more, she brushed the glass from her palms. "Well, let's get you three inside. I am so sorry about this." She said as she turned finally towards the teenagers from Claremont. "I'm Alex, by the way. Welcome to AEON."

Alex will spend her HP to clear the fatigue from stunting to... STUNT AGAIN! AP: Healing 10 (Extras: Resurrection, Total, Area; Flaws: Limited to Others; Feats: Persistent, Regrowth) {42/44}

Taylor blinked - not exactly certain what to say to that - but gave a small, slow nod. "You can only do what you can do. No parent is perfect. I'm sure you did your best, Lynn," Taylor offered gently. She smiled slightly and gave a nod of her head to the latter statement, "I'll have to check what Jack's schedule is - and the kids, they're getting almost as busy as their father with school and friends and activities. But I'm sure we can make a Saturday work, barring extra dimensional incursions." It could have been a joke coming from anyone else but Taylor sounded, and probably actually was, serious.

Robin continued to watch 'her' city for a long moment, her profile faintly aloof before she finally turned her head towards Casey. She gave a small shrug of her shoulders, "Sure," she said easily, before tucking her hands in her jacket, "Even just to help myself when I was new to living out on the streets. Hunger's a powerful motivator. But, I mean, I'm a runaway, technically, so doesn't really matter. If I get picked up for even truancy, I'll go to juvie." Robin's tone was even, as if she were talking about someone else rather than her own past. "I'm still not real sure how legal my punching of drug dealers an' thieves is regardless, so..." She gave a small shrug, the leather of her jacket creaking, "I think doing the right thing is more important in the end. The law falls short an awful lot. So does the system."

Talya finished with the power drill, handy despite her complaints and protests and paused to eye Erik. Her tones were dryer than usual as she added, "Yes, clearly that's what I feel my immortal days are missing; more manual labor..." She murmured although her attention turned to the new arrival. With a gymnast's grace - despite her ever changing center of balance - she dropped lightly to the mat below. The expression the blonde bombshell slanted towards Erik was affectionately amused, "Dearest, I am well aware of who the Martels are." Shifting the power drill to her other hand, she offered hers once Erik was done with his greeting. "Je suis très heureuse de vous rencontrer." She offered, her French as flawless as her English. The smile she offered was dazzling, "J'ai entendu beaucoup de bien sur votre travail." Talya turned that smile on Erik as she teased, "That explains so much about why the books are so... interesting."

Nighthawk glanced down at her stained fists, neither glancing up for the coup de grace, nor the wrenching, nor Waverider's angry gesturing. She took a slow, steadying breath before slowly lowering her hands to her side. The Fens native couldn't read sign language but it didn't take a mentalist to put together the angry gestures and the disapproving look on the other teen's features. "We can argue about right and wrong after," she said, swiping her hands briefly along the back of her already gross jeans, the words short but not angry. Her gaze cut to Riley, clear and grim, "How high a priority is getting you through the portal before we blow it? Cuz' we'll need to know how to close it if you're gonna be on the other side." She'd already put together what the existence of the Ferals meant - that there was at least some passage from here to the world Riley came from. How that knowledge tore at her didn't show clearly in her grim expression but clearly contributed to the coiled tension in her compact frame and the fists clenched at her side.

"Ace is the only actual immortal, in the technical term, in the Danger family. Not that Ace actually knows which random elixir, or spell, or ray gun made him into the man who can't die," Talya told Erik, the words a dry aside as she took his arm and left Frost to figure out the mystical artifact. "Which has limited his occasional efforts to undo it. To be fair, though, none of us were at our best during the seventies." She gave Rachel a smile and an absent wave of her hand, "Ace is a dear - if often aggravating - friend. You needn't worry that I'll call in favors for this." Talya offered smoothly as she went to step aside and glance around the room. Her blue-eyed gaze slanted up to Erik questioningly, her words delicate as she suggested, "My love, as much as I appreciate the jeans - would you rather be spat out of a mystic portal in other attire?"

"Dimitri!" Talya scolded as he pointed the gun towards the other man only to turn towards Erik with an exasperated expression on her face. "Erik, must you really encourage him to do something more impressive than point a gun at you." She added with a sigh before stepping in between the two men. For a moment, Talya felt like her life might actually be turning into one of those ridiculous serials. Unreasonably, she couldn't help feel that there was something around the Dangers that seemed to warp reality in that direction. Talya, however, refused to go along with that script. "Misha," she said to Dimitri, her voice gentling into the affection she generally reserved for private, "Do you really think that at this late date, I've decided to let people tell me what to do? I've always chosen my path. I choose this too." The last she said with a gesture towards Erik. "Come, you'll enjoy being Dyadya Dimitri, won't you?" Having said her piece, she took a step back then to give a wave of her hands. "Now, if you two wish to bond in pugilistic fashion, by all means take part in masculine ritual bonding in the style of your ancestors now that we've established I'm perfectly capable of handling my own honor."

"Well, at least there's not time travel. Small favors," Talya said with a long suffering sigh as she stood up gracefully to put her glass away. She had no doubt that Dimitri could make the artifact function. Her smile was stunning as she turned the full force of its power on Rachel. "Never fear, we'll see your message gets delivered. If you could let me have a few moments with my compatriots to discuss details and come up with our initial plan. It'll just take a moment or two while you see to the artifact's arrival and a room we might use for travel." Talya turned on the full force of her charm and persuasion, smoothly managing Rachel out of the room before the accomplished CEO had time to process that she'd been neatly handled. Between Frost's 'Ha ha, I am kindly Russian grandfather' and that Erik had confined his conversation to approximately two sentences, Talya thought that perhaps having a few moments before hurtling through space, and perhaps time, might be a good idea. Especially with Dimitri handling the mystical gateway artifact. With 'Oops. Seem to have left father of children in limbo. Ah well. Dvum smertyam ne byvat, odnoy ne minovat' already echoing in the back of Talya's head, she turned towards them both with a clearly disarming smile. "Erik," she started, clearly deciding that the usually glib swordsman's sudden turn for the taciturn was a larger warning sign, "I'm sure we'll be back by dinner. Dimitri is very good at these sorts of things."

Once she'd walked out of the room, Robin's expression smoothed out. Tucking her hands into her jacket pockets, she had taken long strides towards the hallway, pausing when she heard Riley's distinctive footfall. "Could'a stuck around. I just... I don't like that room. I don't get the point." She offered before giving a small jerk of her head in agreement. "Sure. Wanna walk, or maybe run?" She slanted him a teasing smile then, aware that her top speed exceeded Riley's foot-speed but she largely considered them equals as Riley had a great many tricks up his sleeve that Robin lacked. "Race you?"

Date: 2/18/16 Talya was down in the dojo, neither teaching nor working out. No, today was more of a maintenance day - ensuring that everything was in working order, taking inventory, and all the so-very-dull minutiae that kept the business running. Ostensibly, Talya was down in the dojo to help but the ex-theif was really as much hindrance as she was aid. Boredom was not something the immortal handled well and she was certainly not above trying to distract Erik into more entertaining endeavors. At the moment, though, Talya was vaguely on task as she was double checking to make sure that the rings she'd set into the ceiling months ago were still holding up after the use they'd seen in class. Since there were no classes at the moment, she'd discarded the extra layers that were doing less and less to conceal her pregnancy to scale the rope with a power drill in one hand to tighten the bolts, with the rope caught between her knees. "I shall never complain about teaching classes again," Talya commented, which was most likely entirely false. Oh, she liked teaching but every now and again, everyone had a day where the last thing they wanted to do was crawl out of bed in the morning.

Psyche continued to float, a patient sentinel above the carnage - apparently waiting. It became crystal clear exactly what she was waiting for as in order to flee through the portal, the cluster of Terminus Terrorists had to head to the same location; away from the wounded and helpless. As the cement mixer went hurtling through the air, Psyche lifted up one hand- palm outward. With nothing more than that simple gesture, the cement truck rebounded in mid air, snapping back towards the portal and Fury standing in front of it. It hit the Terminus empowered strong house with the resounding ker-runch of steel bending around an unnaturally tough body. "Foolish man," Psyche said, the words unusually cool from the generally cheerful redhead. "We were enemies the moment you hurt someone helpless and afraid on my doorstep."

Ray grimaced, approaching the woman on bare feet although he didn't bother to try to keep quiet since he was already reaching for the swirling skin of his forearms. With a thought, the Enochian sigils light up and with a gesture he drew the holy light from his own flesh to bring light to the murky gloom. He wasn't generally prone to dramatics - certainly not like Chorus tended towards - but Ray recognized the value of not having to prove his nature especially when time was of the essence. Ray crouched down next to the weeping woman, reaching out one hand towards the man's wounds. "A little bird told me that you might need some help tonight," Ray said, rather at odds with the holy glow surrounding him and far more in line with the tattooed man crouching down in the growing pool of blood. Still, his voice was impossibly kind behind the rough words. "Wanna tell me how it all went wrong?" It was not the sort of flaming appearance and promise of eternal love and succor, or castigation for wicked sins that Chorus might have hoped for.

Nighthawk's reflexes were fast enough to snap her head away just before the arrow exploded. After all, she had seen what the damage those sorts of arrows could do before. Even braced, though, she couldn't repress the instinctive shudder as the Victora-thing exploded all over her clothes. Years of self-imposed training, however, kept her moving. She couldn't afford to miss the opening that the blood frenzy provided. With one sharp thrust of her sneakered heel, she drove the first Feral's head into the wall it was currently licking with lethal force and the sharp, wet sound of bones breaking. Pivoting, her weight low as she tried to avoid slipping in the mess and falling into more of the goo that had once been a creature, Nighthawk kept her momentum as a short leap brought her within arm's reach of the next. Her fingers hooked into the back of its collar and she yanked - a move that Woodsman had seen her execute on humans before as she bounced the Feral's head on the floor but this time at an angle where the neck bore the brunt of the force. Which left one still scrabbling towards Riley. Reaching out with ichor spattered hands, Robin grabbed the Feral's head. Her mouth twisted in a thin, flat line; Robin's hands clamped around the Feral's jaw and she wrenched hard - snapping the Feral's neck with enough force to twist the head completely backwards. Robin let the body drop from numb hands, her shoulders heaving with quick, harsh breaths.

Nighthawk will take ten to take down the last three minions with her attack.

Psyche will ready an action to catch the cement mixer and throw it back.

There was no pity in the Phantom's lambent gaze, nor mercy, and she hooked her fingers in one short, sharp gesture that summoned back the light she'd flung and sent it towards the White Knight in sinuous bands of living electricity. Although they lashed at the would-be world conquerer, threatening and crackling, for the moment the Nazi escaped Phantom's dread grip. "I know what your kind is like." Phantom hissed from below the shadows of her hood. "Witch hunter." Phantom spat that word like it was an epithet most foul. As the heat of White Knight's gaze turned towards her, Phantom flung her cloak forward like it would shield her from the flame. The dark folds might smolder, but the woman under it failed to burn. "Not this world. Not today."

Phantom rolled a 2 on her first save soo I used my only HP to re-roll that. Hitting a 35

Robin exhaled in agitation as the simulation ended, a scowl darkening her features. She wasn't able to find Riley and Huang's good humored take on the matter as she folded her arms up stiffly in front of her until the leather creaked, "Not everything is black or white. Just 'cuz that's what the Freedom League did, didn't make it the only path through. Huang knows the Frost dude that was guarding the missiles. Could'a talked to him instead of leaping in blind and seen if we could help work things out. The UN uses supers now to play ambassador - could'a started up something like that and ended in the cold war in the 60's - or burned the world. We don't know its just all some sort'a thought exercise." Robin's expression flattened as she clearly cut herself off from saying more, her distrust of the school's authority once more clear in her wary grey eyes, "Awesome, so, training's over then?"

Robin gave a soft grunt of acknowledgement as she landed on worn sneakers, "D'you really think that stuff makes a difference though?" She wanted to know as she straightened up to keep jogging along. "I mean, sure, I guess it makes a difference in the moment but like, long term. We get lots of folks showing up in the Fens to open low cost clinics an' food banks and all of that but, well, people still need 'em and more help than they can provide a whole lot of the time. It keeps people hanging on but its not like folks get the help they need to not need help anymore. You know?" Robin paused as the hit the edge of where the city started to get a little more rough; the porous border of the part of the town known as the Fens, standing on the ledge of the apartment building they'd paused on, "And if you don't wanna end up in the system as a kid, you gotta watch where you show up. Legit places will call social services super fast and then you're back in foster care. So, you learn to make do - or end up needing to use less legit means of getting food. Slim pickings."

"A pity," Talya's inflection was flat, her expression studiously blank. Talya could have easily lied and offered pretty platitudes but her short response provided none of those things, a testament to the displeasure below the surface. The very last place that Talya really wanted to be was between Ace and his father. She set down the drink gingerly and twisted, her full attention on Rachel for the moment, "When I last left Ace, he was enjoying the rewards of his heroism on some dimension filled with attractive Amazonians but he could be - quite literally - anywhere within space and time along the multiverse. Even if we could find him, a rather large 'if', I am uncertain that even I can could convince Ace to come back and face mortality's effects on the people he knows." Talya sighed then, the beleaguered sigh of one who felt she'd been given a fool's errand but was going to have to try to accomplish it anyways. She gestured slightly with one elegant hand, "Especially to deal with his father's mortality."

Nighthawk couldn't help but pause to glance down at the bodies - the too human bodies - at her feet. She twisted then, turning back towards the people - the things - still standing. Although Shrike was older, Nighthawk didn't know her and didn't know her capabilities. She certainly wouldn't assume that the older heroine would be up for being chewed on. Whistling short and sharp through her teeth, Nighthawk set about to making herself a bigger, noisier target than the others. "Y'want meat?" Robin wanted to know, her voice low as she stepped in towards the back of the alpha Feral. Where the hell did you hit someone who could go all bendy anyways? Something-something surface tension? Her fist snapped forward, fingers hooked rather than curled into a fist as she drilled the top two knuckles hard and fast into the base of it's spine with an audible crack. "Come'n get it then. Come on! Come at me!" It was relatively obvious that Robin's taunts were deliberately the opposite from Riley's sniper techniques as the Fens native tried to get all the Ferals to focus away from the others and to try to chew on her instead.