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Kimber looked down at Tarva's hand over her own with wide eyes, catching a good look at the shadow-clad woman the hand was attached to before snapping her head forward to focus mutely on the faint trail along which they were trekking. Toward the back of the group, Becky gave Eve a quizzical look, one eyebrow raised. It was tough not to notice that the Canadian superhero had grown a few centimeters in height since they entered the woods, the white streak in her hair covering more of her chocolate brown hair while the shape of her face changed subtly to accommodate a mouth that had itself widened to accommodate extra teeth. Avro had taken his cue from Indira and shaken off his own glamour like rainwater from his fur, resuming his natural appearance as a manticore cub, scorpion-like tail swishing back and forth as he pounced from one bit of underbrush to the next. After just enough time that her silence had become painfully conspicuous Kimber managed to speak up, "W-well, I don't know about that, Indira! I guess this is a little weird but it'll be worth it once I've got everything I need together!" The poltergeist turned her head bonelessly upward to give her friend a cheerful smile that was ever so slightly shakier than normal, the colour bleeding out of her face and then the rest of her body now that it was clear that there was precious little point in trying to appear normal. Her long, blue hair floated just as inexplicably as Tarva's curtain of black, the tips stretching in the sorceress' direction. "I really appreciate everyone coming with me for this, by the way!" she added, reflexively squeezing Tarva's hand lightly before realizing what she'd done and focusing again on the forest floor. "Kinda wish I'd been buried somewhere a little easier to get to, though, eh? Haha... heh..."
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Wail's identity is already public, Nexus. If you read his sheet you'll see that he's never maintained a secret identity, his history is public record.
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Alright! Hit me with an IC post describing her search and I'll let you know what she turns up!
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SOUND PROOF'D BY HGM Wail Fixing Wail's formatting, catching some typos and updating information like his age. Also allocating his unspent 28PP: +6 Wisdom [6PP]+2 Fortitude [2PP]+2 Reflex [2PP]+16 Skill Ranks [4PP]+1 Gather Information+2 Intimidate+5 Investigate+2 Medicine+3 Notice+3 Sense MotiveImmunity 2 (Auditory Dazzle) > Immunity 10 (Sonic Effects) [8PP]Regeneration 6 (Bruised 3 [No Action], Injured 3 [1 Minute]) [6PP]
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Avro clawed his way happily up Indira's leg and into her lap in a manner that would have been distinctly uncomfortable if there had been actual skin and muscle there to be punctured. While the manticore kitten batted excitedly at the faux prey Becky glanced over her shoulder briefly. "Well, don't sweat the lyrical stylings too much, gals. Shouldn't actually take us too long to get to where we'll have to head out on foot anyway." Her knowledge of the area was proven correct and a few mildly awkward attempts at small talk later they pulled up to a small lot leading into a hiking trail. Leaving most of the luggage behind in the pickup truck's covered compartment the women divvied up the camping supplies amongst themselves with the tall brunette gently suggesting that, while they were unlikely to run into any civilians in the woods with dusk upon them in earnest, it might still be best if Tarva hold off on summoning her shadowy porters. Kimber made an effort to keep a low profile herself, telekinetically floating her backpack just behind her so that it would appear as if she were carrying it normally but she couldn't quite manage to keep the straps convincingly in front on her shoulders as she moved about. With stress already seeping between the cracks in her usual good cheer she sighed and did her best not too look too deflated as she took up a position at the head of the procession, leading the way into the trees. "Alright, c'mon, everybody! If we keep up the pace it's only maybe an hour or two to get there! Three, tops!"
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"Ah, la petite amie!" Jean's expression actually brightened briefly before falling back into the resigned and accepting expression of a man who was quite used to being berated with good cause. "Oui, très terrifiant tout autour. As I only now finished explaining to our hairless chum, I have no intention of making a bother of myself, ma chérie." Coughing lightly into his hand and turning slightly away from the armored woman he added, "I see no reason to burden Gina with my presence, sûrement." This was the closest either Steve or Mara had seen the Frenchman come to looking genuinely repentant, though he made an effort to mask his reaction with nonchalance. In a bald faced attempt to change the subject he affixed a smirk to his face and asked, "I understand you and ma fille have been quite close for some time, oui? When should I be expecting to not receive a wedding invitation?" Inside the school Eden took advantage of Ammy being picked up to pilfer a few choice colours of crayon and continue working away at the seventh or eighth tree she'd drawn in what was quickly turning into a veritable forest. Wheeling over to her granddaughter Gina cleared her throat pointedly and waited until Eden looked up at her. "What did we say about sharing and asking first, niña?" she asked in a kind but stern tone until, with a pout, the toddler put the crayons back and went back to her collection of browns and greens. "Yes, of course," the elder Espadas told Stesha with a small smile that turned into a scowl when she looked toward the staircase. "I'm sorry you have to be here for our little drama, dear. Everything you've been through lately, this can't be helping."
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Trevor reached out a hesitant hand to brush his fingertips gingerly over the barrel of the Night Gun, the machined metal stained a sooty black around the muzzle from the combination of the prototype design and the early midnight mist formula. Drawing back, he looked about the cavernous underground room as though seeing it for the first time, mouth hanging slightly open. "This is all... It's only me now." His shoulders slumped under Erin's hand and he sat down heavily on the cold floor of polished stone, leaning against the display pedestal. "The only Midnight. My trophy room. My manor. My decisions. My responsibility." Holding up his head with one hand, he looked over to Erin, a bereft look in his onyx and ruby eyes. "He's really gone."
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"Taking an awful lot of credit for someone else's work, nay?" Set scoffed, still looking unimpressed as he planted his hands on his hips in a manner that caused his bare pectorals to flex noticeably. "I've mutated a cadre or two of minions in my day, child, and no amount of dime-store philosophy makes rattlesnake tail arms any less gauche. Come now, we both know perfectly well that the chemical cocktail sprung not from your shriveled intellect. Truly, tis fine; you must be honest about your shortcomings with yourself if not with me, aye?" He had no way of knowing how far along Temperance or Citizen had gotten but he was reasonably sure he could continue pushing Marvelous' buttons indefinitely. The godling made a shooing motion with one hand, looking like he was stifling a yawn. "Now, why not run off to piece together another outfit from last season's scarab dung and allow me to speak with the actual mastermind?"
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Jill was way ahead of Wildcat, flinging her hands out toward the reservoir. With a sharp crackle of bioelectricity a translucent blue barrier formed, extending the short wall around the water several feet over the heads of the men and women lugging around the barrels of poison. Startled, The man in the labcoat took a step away from the shimmering wall, before Wildcat drew his attention. "Mongrel whelp!" he snarled, eyes gleaming behind his spectacles with what was very clearly madness. "You're too late! I won't let your half-man conspiracy taint the purity of this city any longer! You'll only be the first to be wiped clean! Destroy the barrier!" At his shouted command the paramilitary thugs opened concentrated fire on Jill's force field with their high tech weapons. Already straining from the size of the construct, the young woman grunted with effort as she maintained it despite the battering. "'Cat, I'm tied up here," she called with a noted of gritted frustration. "You need to take that froot loop down!"
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Mole-Slug Again, can't beat the Acrobatic Bluff. Toughness Save vs DC 37: 1d20+14 29 The Mole-Slug passes the turn due to its Daze! > 22 - Roulette - Staggered, 2HP 21 - Corona - Uninjured, 0HP 19 - Eclipse - Uninjured, 1HP 17 - Wander - Uninjured, 2HP 02 - Giant Mole-Slug - Injured x4, Staggered
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Since E is having trouble with Orokos: Attack Mole-Slug; Power Attack 5: 1d20+7 12 Attack Mole-Slug; Power Attack 5, HP Reroll: 1d20+7 23
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Nae-Dae's not going to say she told her so but she did tell her so. Mole-Slug Toughness Save vs DC 22: 1d20+15 18 22 - Roulette - Dazed, Staggered, 2HP 21 - Corona - Uninjured, 0HP 19 - Eclipse - Uninjured, 1HP > 17 - Wander - Uninjured, 3HP 02 - Giant Mole-Slug - Injured x3, Staggered
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The door to the office bearing a sliding strip of metal with Bench's name etched onto it along with a little American flag motif was locked but no more immune to Echo's ability to sidestep linear physics than the entrance at the front of the building. Inside the walls were covered with framed newspaper articles detailing the candidate's charity work and public appearances while the bookshelves held an obligatory set of encyclopedias and a selection of other books that were clearly there more for appearances than anything else. Who honestly used a print encyclopedia anymore? The desk itself was conspicuously tidy apart from a framed photo of family and an autographed baseball perched atop a small stand. The power cord for a laptop was plugged into a nearby outlet and wrapped neatly, the computer itself nowhere to be seen. Echo got the impression that the room was much more for meetings and interviews than for getting any actual work done.
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22 - Roulette - Dazed, Staggered, 2HP 21 - Corona - Uninjured, 0HP > 19 - Eclipse - Uninjured, 1HP 17 - Wander - Uninjured, 3HP 02 - Giant Mole-Slug - Injured x2, Staggered
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Rock Reflex Save vs DC 20: 1d20+3 17 Toughness Save vs DC 25: 1d20+15 21
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Travis had rarely bothered to light whole sections of the Manor at once even once the on-site generators had been installed. With the entirety of the main chamber divested of its shadowy depths and shrouded corners its sheer size became more apparent. Trevor felt an unfamiliar, daunted feeling seize about his heart as he stepped forward, footfalls silent but uneven, halting. The enormity of everything his grandfather had accomplished, everything he had stood for stretched out in front of him, a crushing presence that threatened to force the air out of his lungs as his eyes fell on the rows of glass cases containing momentos ranging from a single singed playing card to an immaculately preserved costume in gold and royal blue to the broken shards of an ornate trident laid out atop black silk. Tangible proof of a life filled to bursting with triumphs and heartbreak and meaning. If he could remember each of those stories, if he refused to let a single one fade into forgotten history then surely that would mean something, he insisted to himself. Physical components and a mental challenge, things he could deal with directly, a problem he could solve, a way to keep... to keep some part... His thoughts trailed off as he stopped in front of a pedestal topped with a glass case barely larger than a shoebox. Inside, supported by a translucent stand was the original Night Gun. Not the model that Travis had used when he began patrolling the streets of 1940s Freedom, that was in the case next to it with the many, many iterations that had followed all neatly laid out in a line. This was the original prototype created for a costume party, a literal prop, clunky and almost comically dramatic in its lines. Trevor opened his mouth to speak and found he needed to run his tongue between his lips to get them to part. "Unlock display. Authorization Midnight Zero Zero Two." A red light blinked on the sturdy looking mechanism attached to the pedestal where the glass case met it and a tinny electronic voice chirped, "Voice print and authorization code mismatch. Access denied." The dark haired young man took a startled step backward and opened his mouth to repeat himself before closing it again with a furrowed brow. For several moments he stood simply confused, his mind racing in a hundred directions and stumbling over itself. Slowly a suspicion began to whisper and take hold, prompting him to take a deep, steadying breath. Squaring his shoulders and swallowing thickly, he spoke again. "Authorization Midnight Zero Zero One." With cheerful green blink and buzz the lock snapped itself open and the front panel of the glass case retracted into the pedestal.
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The OOC!
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Jack of all Blades / Jill O'Cure Interceptors: Mia (4) Freedom's Finest #1: Cat Scratch Fever (10) Midnight II Incursion: Drop the Needle (1) Midnight Elegy (7) Wail The Killers (3) Ghost Girl Incursion: Blockade Runners (1) Let's All Visit Kimber's Corpse (7) Freedom's Finest #2: Undeadication Ceremony (8) Set / Sekhmet Teen Romance Superhero Drama (4) Rock / Nae-Dae Incursion: Merciless (1) Incursion: Interstellar 66 (1) GM / NPC Incursion: Troopers (4) Ref Point and rollover can go to Rock.
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With her hand raised to maintain the illusion that she was physically holding her pale blue parasol, Kimber was careful to keep out of the afternoon sun. Weizenstein obviously wouldn't have been shocked to see a ghost floating into the meeting but she had the feeling it might be to their advantage to avoid advertizing their unusual natures right off the bat. She'd adopted a blazer and skirt combination which looked considerably better once she'd taken some cues from Lucy's wardrobe and dialed back on the shoulder pads and confined herself to solid colours rather than plaids. "I... guess that's true," she admitted rather dubiously, her steps gliding ever so slightly over the street as she followed after the lawyer. "We should at least give him a chance to explain himself."
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June 8th, 2015 The citizens of Freedom City tended to be a politically active sort, as keen to hold protests as rallies, to throw parades and circulate petitions. There was something about taking to the streets to make a spectacular demonstration that was simply baked into the city's core. Even so, there was only so much of the specific mechanics of actual government that the average citizen was honestly willing to wrap their head around so it would be understandable if the name Stewart Bench didn't ring any immediate bells. If he'd emerged with surprising speed as the front runner to be the new city councilman for one of the western wards in the next election, well, who had really heard of any of the candidates before the campaign signs started going up? If his poll numbers indicated a noticeably higher voter turnout rate than previous terms, well, it was just nice to see the youth of today exercising their democratic rights. It had only taken Ellie Stein a little bit of digging to realize that those numbers simply didn't add up and while creative use of statistics might have been a way of life for politicians it was enough to convince her to investigate further. The more she looked into Bench, the less she like what she found. Eventually it was the blue and silver clad heroine Echo who peered down at his campaign offices, the lights still on at this late hour, ready for some more hands-on research...
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Weaving her way to her goal, Ghost Girl set the group of technicians down on the ground as softly as she could, giving them a big wave before ushering them to do what they'd come to do. "<I probably don't have to tell you guys to hurry, eh? Yeah, you've got this!>" With a final thumbs up that she wasn't sure translated particularly well, she turned about to look upward at the Communion vessels darting about overhead. Inhaling deeply even is she didn't actually have physical lungs to fill, the poltergeist let her lower jaw stretch impossibly and disconcertingly wide to unleash a torrent of icy fog that quickly settled in the air above the Coalition scientists. If anything wanted to attack them it was going to have to come up close and person to get a good look and Ghost Girl was ready and waiting.
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Sorry for the hold up! Kimber will use her second Move Action for Siobhan's Shroud: Obscure 4 (Visual Senses, 100' long, icy fog; Extras: Action [Move], Area [Cone, +0], Independent [+0], Flaws: Range [Touch]) [8PP] to give the technicians some cover from the airborne antibodies.
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"Firstly, child, I be the pretty boy," Set corrected, swinging one hip out to the side and planting and hand upon it, arching a painted eyebrow. "Second, I be Set. Mayhaps you've head of me? Recently improved word of mouth aside Set has not abruptly entered the business of aiding hapless mortals for the warm, fuzzy feeling of a good deed. Doing battle with villains grants me pageviews. Interesting villains, mind." Casually wandering about the room with a snide, unimpressed expression the godling shook his head. "What a disappointment. Were the bowels of a surplus lawn ornament warehouse expunged here? I thought I might find some meager amusement in coming here to mock your 'wasted efforts' but I genuinely cannot think where to even begin. Be this..." Set gestured about the room's ornamentation with a disgusted wave of one arm. "...all that was required to crack your little petrel egg of a brain? Tragic."
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Pretty well lit, lots of fluorescent lights mounted to a high ceiling.
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For context: http://archiveofourown.org/tags/search?utf8=✓&query[name]=coffee+shop&query[type]=http://weknowmemes.com/2013/06/today-your-barista-is/
