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The remaining pair of compu-jackals, conversely, seemed to consider the threat posed by Hronos to be dealt with in full even as Citizen's renewed barrage of cyber-warfare deprived them of reinforcements and seemed to hamper their ability to coordinate their attacks. The constructs tilted their heads like real animals for a moment, trying to decide what to make of Maxima's show of titanic strength as she tore the alien metal free of the crater exposed beneath the shattered computronium mound, even pawing the ground uncertainly. A beat later their prioritization algorithms had run their core and their attention snapped back to Tronik's favourite son, propelling themselves at the distracted robot shell with renewed determination. That didn't get them past the watchful guard of Asad, however, even if their impossibly deadly claws proved enough to dig into even his durable form.
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Alright, do not care to wait any longer so I'll assume Asad is indeed interposing, requiring a DC 22 Toughness Save from him. If we don't hear from you by tomorrow, Absurdist, we'll just be moving onto Citizen's turn. > 26 - Asad - Uninjured, 3HP, Pending Toughness Save 24 - Citizen - Injured x2, 0HP 19 - Terrifica - Bruised x1, 1HP 17 - Maxima - Uninjured, 1HP 14 - Hronos - Disabled, 0HP 8 - Compu-Jackals with Wings and Penetrating Claws x2 - Uninjured
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The translucent blue Terran variant certainly didn't look okay. Visibly shaking in the air, she'd retreated low to the ground to the shadows created by an outcropping in a cyberformed building, the hands covering her eyes almost entirely concealed by the preternatural darkness cast by her cloak's hood. <"They all died, Indira,"> she explained in a quavering voice, withdrawing her fingers enough to reveal twin points of icy blue light in the deep blackness that had replaced her face. <"They all died. Not just the people, the animals and plants, right down to the bugs and grass and they won't stop screaming."> The edges of her silhouette shuddered violently, icicle-like spines forming and dissolving away from moment to moment as she struggled to maintain her composure and her form. <"This isn't right, I knew it would be bad but there has to be a balance and-- and-- and-- ...this can't ever happen. Stop screaming!"> She pressed her palms against the sides of her head to no avail.
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"And then who would we have to say stuff like 'danced in gossamer veils'?" Kimber asked in as light a tone as she could manage with her throat feeling unusually thick, giving Tarva a wan smile and wiggling the arm pinned between their chests enough to tap her index finger to the tip of the sorceress' nose. "Boop." With the rain passing effortlessly though her the only foreign wetness against the ghost's skin were Tarva's tears, with oil mixed with mascara. It should have been more than a little unsettling but it was such a novelty that Kimber could at least be honest enough with herself to admit that she desperately didn't want the inevitably fleeting moment of physical contact to end. Surely that wasn't such a terrible impulse, though, not when it meant she could better comfort and support her mourning friend. "Oh," she murmured in distracted realization, "I think the rain is about to let up."
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Why wait! APPROVED
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Really dig the backstory and how much this guy packs into a PL7 build! One minor thing, the Pinball Attack adds up to 22PP but there's only 20PP in the Elasticity Array. Looks like a holdover from a bigger version of the Array before the inevitable pruning, given the way it's notated. However, since this is an Area effect centered on Newt himself as opposed to a Ranged Damage effect and he's already paying for the full five ranks of the Area Extra, he should only need the one rank of Mighty anyway rather than three! Which is to say: Damage 2 (Extras: Area [Targeted, Burst] [5], Selective [5], Feats: Indirect 3, Mighty, Progression [Area] 4 [100ft/rank = 200ft radius]) [20PP]
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Tarva's shoulder pinned one of Kimber's arms between them but the other had reflexively wrapped around the sorceress' back before the specter realized what she was doing. She reminded herself that intellectually she'd known more or less that this was something Tarva could do but with her fingers tightening around a bunched up bit of damp fabric from the borrowed raincoat all most of her could think about was how good it felt to have another body physically against her own, real and tangible and shaking with emotion. The undead young woman immediately hated herself for that impulse, ashamed to have taken any measure of pleasure from her friend's tragedy, inadvertent though it may have been. There was no use adding qualifiers or quibbling over details, Tarva was her friend in most of the ways that mattered and she resolutely resolved to be supportive in both a literal and figurative sense, pushing her own looming issues to the back of her mind. "Let it out, you can just let it all out," she assured Tarva softly, hoping she wouldn't look up to see the flush she could feel colouring her cheeks. "I've got you, it's alright now."
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Kimber was quiet for a while before quietly noting, "That makes sense, I guess." There had been something well and truly unsettling about her visit to the Terminus a little more than a year prior and until the free Omegadrone's explanation she hadn't been able to put her immaterial finger on just what it had been specifically. She wrapped her arms around her shoulder and curled in upon herself a bit in the air, knees rising upward as she tried not to think too hard about entire worlds were every death was as horrifically hollow and finite as the sacrifice she'd witnessed when Sharl had fought the Curator over the skyline of Tronik. She didn't entirely succeed and ended up feeling a little nauseous, quivering slightly where she was floating. She concentrated for a few moments on breathing through her mouth, which helped a little bit even if she wasn't really breathing. To the corporeal pair in the park it still looked like she was on the verge of retching as she shakily offered, "If, um, if you want to tell me about them some time, I could help remember them, too? If you want."
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"Ancient prototype spider robots and a giant Frog-Bat-Lizard," Trevor supplied helpfully, raising his free hand to forestall the obvious question. "Exactly what it sound like. Also composed of mind-altering bile." Realizing that that might not be reassuring taken on its own he quickly added, "Don't worry. Distributed bleach-based antidote after shooting Christmas decorations." He floundered for a few moments, back and shoulders reflexively straightening into too-perfect posture as his expression defaulted to an unreadable collection of hard lines. "...hhn. Moved in together? Normal thing. Except for mansion. And talking motorcycle."
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Where Corona and Eclipse's attacks had left satisfying scorch marks across the dark, glass green of the weapon emplacement's computronium, Wander's blows shattered the formidable crystalline structure into ruined pieces. What was left was still generally recognizable as a tower but wasn't going to be firing at any approaching spacecraft any time soon. As the Terran slid down the wreckage to the ground she was met by a streak of glossy black and blood red that resolved into a more familiar shape as Redbird brought the Nightryde to a stop hovering next to her temporary rider. "Hah, an excellent first impression, shieldmaiden!" the automonic machine intelligence congratulated her enthusiastically, the twin balls of energy under each wheel well crackling with barely constrained power. Aboard the troop transport Ekna Veiu unbuckled his restraints and took a few hesitant steps toward the point where Wander had pushed off for her prodigious leap. "She... left footprints. In the bulkhead," he reported slowly to no one in particular, sounding a little dazed. The two career hunters in Roulette's squad exchanged a look while Jilinson-08 blanched noticeably but said nothing, stiff military training winning out even in an extreme situation. The canid from Corona's squad muttered something uncomplimentary about Terrans under his breath. The pilot simply grunted and pulled the transport into a tight turn, heading back for the agreed upon landing zone and hovering about ten feet over the computronium converted ground, an easy jump in the troopers' powered armor.
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Ghost Girl Notice check: 1d20+11 28 Stealth check: 1d20+15 20 I'm also having Kimber use her Necrovision power for Death Awareness to see what it gets her. Trauma, probably.
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Character Name: Cherry Bomb Power Level: 7 (105PP) Trade-Offs: +3 Attack / -3 Damage, +3 Defense / -3 Toughness Alternate Identity: Mia Espadas Identity: Secret Birthplace: Freedom City, West End Occupation: Student Affiliations: Interceptors Family: Erik Espadas (Jack of all Blades, father), Minerva Espadas (Willow, mother), Talya Espadas (Bombshell, mother), Eden Espadas (Thistle, sister), Emily Espadas (Shrapnel, sister), Terry Espadas (Hemlock, brother) Description: Age: 17 (circa 2032; DoB: March 20, 2015) Gender: Female Ethnicity: Latina/'Dryad' Height: 5'3" Weight: 155 lbs Eyes: Hazel Hair: White Abilities: 2 + 4 + 4 + 8 + 0 + 6 = 24PP Strength: 12 (+1) Dexterity: 14 (+2) Constitution: 14 (+2) Intelligence: 18 (+4) Wisdom: 10 (+0) Charisma: 16 (+3) Combat: 8 + 8 = 16PP Initiative: +2 Attack: +4 Base, +7 Melee, +10 Thrown Objects Grapple: +8 Defense: +10 (+4 Base, +6 Dodge Focus), +2 Flat-Footed Knockback: -2/-1 Saving Throws: 2 + 4 + 5 = 11PP Toughness: +4 (+2 Con, +2 Defensive Roll) Fortitude: +4 (+2 Con, +2) Reflex: +6 (+2 Dex, +4) Will: +5 (+0 Wis, +5) Skills: 28R = 7PP Acrobatics 3 (+5) Bluff 7 (+10/+14) Computers 1 (+5) Diplomacy 0 (+3/+7) Investigate 1 (+5) Knowledge [Tactics] 8 (+12) Language 1 (English [Native], Spanish) Notice 7 (+7) Feats: 18PP Attack Focus (Melee) 3 Attack Specialization (Thrown Objects) 3 Attractive Defensive Roll Dodge Focus 6 Jack of All Trades Master Plan 2 Taunt Powers: 23 + 6 = 29PP Cosmic Energy Array 10.5 (21PP; Feats: Alternate Power 2) [23PP] Base: Damage 7 (Extras: Area [General, Cone], Linked [+0]) + Trip 7 (Extras: Area [General, Cone], Linked [+0]; Flaws: Range [Touch]) [21PP] (Cosmic Energy Barrage) AP: Drain Toughness 4 (Extras: Affects Objects, Linked [+0], Ranged; Feats: Precise) + Damage 4 (Extras: Linked [+0], Ranged) [21PP] (Cosmic Energy Cherry Bomb) AP: Drain Energy 7 (Any One Electromagnetic Effect; Extras: Affects Objects, Linked [+0]; Flaws: Action [Full]) + Healing 7 (Flaws: Personal) [21PP] (Absorb Energy) Guardian Physiology 1 (5PP Container [Passive, Permanent]; Feats: Innate) [6PP] Immunity 3 (Aging, Disease, Poison) [3PP] Super-Senses 2 (Low-Light Vision, Ultra-Hearing) [2PP] DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC16 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Cosmic Energy Barrage Area [General, Cone] DC22 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Energy) Opposed +7 vs Str/Dex Trip Cherry Bomb Ranged DC14 Fortitude (Staged) Drain Toughness DC19 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Energy) Absorb Energy Touch DC17 Fortitude (Staged) Drain Effect Totals: Abilities (24) + Combat (16) + Saving Throws (11) + Skills (7) + Feats (18) + Powers (29) - Drawbacks (0) = 105/105 Power Points
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Anti-Aircraft Tower Toughness Save vs DC 36: 1d20+5 23 That means it's disabled and unable to continue firing. 21 - Corona - Uninjured, 1HP 19 - Eclipse - Uninjured, 2HP 17 - Wander - Uninjured, 3HP > 07 - Roulette - Uninjured, 4HP 05 - Squad C - Unaffected 05 - Squad E - Unaffected 05 - Squad W - Unaffected 05 - Squad R - Unaffected
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It's pretty tough to miss, yeah. Anti-Aircraft Tower Toughness Save vs DC 25: 1d20+6 20 21 - Corona - Uninjured, 1HP 19 - Eclipse - Uninjured, 2HP > 17 - Wander - Uninjured, 3HP 07 - Roulette - Uninjured, 4HP 05 - Squad C - Unaffected 05 - Squad E - Unaffected 05 - Squad W - Unaffected 05 - Squad R - Unaffected
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Anti-Aircraft Tower Toughness Save vs DC 25: 1d20+7 24 21 - Corona - Uninjured, 1HP > 19 - Eclipse - Uninjured, 2HP 17 - Wander - Uninjured, 3HP 07 - Roulette - Uninjured, 4HP 05 - Squad C - Unaffected 05 - Squad E - Unaffected 05 - Squad W - Unaffected 05 - Squad R - Unaffected
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"Gone to the...? Oh! Oh, Tarva..." Kimber clapped her hands over her mouth as her eyes widened. She did remember, the pair of lovestruck young men who had been the sorceress' companions? Lovers? Whatever the details it was obvious that they'd been the most important people in her life; when she reflected on everything she'd lost their names were the ones that came first to her mind. Kimber hadn't needed to focus her supernatural awareness to know just as obviously that Tarva had been the one to kill them though she hadn't asked for the details. That was a story she knew she didn't want to hear, because it wouldn't be one she could forget, just like she couldn't forget the 'freedrone' saying with absolute conviction that he would have rather died than submit to the monstrous transformation that had been inflicted upon him. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry." The feeling she'd deflected with humour earlier returned more sharply: even with everything considered Tarva was close enough to a friend to make no difference to the magnanimous phantom and just then she wanted very, very badly to be able to wrap her arms around her friend's shoulders.
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"Huh? No, I-- I'm good," Erik insisted distractedly, carrying on for a handful of paces before stopping awkwardly mid-step as Stesha's words actually caught up with him. He had to blink a few times before they actually sunk in and he could give the green haired woman a sheepish look. "Sorry, Sprouts, just feel like I ought to be doing something useful. I know everything's covered and nobody's heard anything from the Swords on this coast for months and of course everything's going to be fine and--" He stopped halfway through his rambling sentence to let out a long breath and slump his shoulders. "...Ellie kicked me out of the bedroom until it's time." "An' show'er col'ring an' make pic'ures an' bes' movies an' cer'al an'..." Eden was explaining to Ammy very seriously as she made judicious use of a brown crayon to fill in the truck of the massive tree that was making shape across one corner of the roll of butcher paper the girls were sharing. The toddler had become increasingly vocal over the past few months and she understood enough about what was going to to know she was going to get to be the big sister just like how Ammy was bigger and got to do things first and show Eden how they worked. Her excited babbling had hit most of the same handful of highlights over and over again for the entire morning so far but she didn't show any signs of slowing down or even taking a break. Smiling indulgently, Gina wheeled herself back a few feet away from the girls to get a better look up the stairs. "Yoyo!" she shouted with the directed volume developed over years of motherhood, "You're not bothering Steve, are you?" "No, abuela!" the stocky little dimensional refugee shouted back with equal abandon, cupping her hands around her mouth before settling back into her skilled imitation of the big man's somber quiet. Gina was Yolanda's legal guardian of paper but with the elder Espadas taking the role of grandmother more often than not in the past three years it had ultimately felt more natural to settle on that dynamic. Turning her attention back to Steve, she considered his answer for a while before deciding, "That's okay. Even if you don't wanna be a dad I think you're a good uncle. It's kinda the same but not."
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Floating in the air behind the Nihilor natives Kimber heaved a great, silent sigh. "Don't know if I want to hug you two or throttle you," she grumbled before throwing up her hands in surrender. "Oh, who am I kidding. I'd hug you. I'd be such a hugger." She wasn't particularly good at staying mad at anyone in the first place and it was clear that both Tarva and the apparently reformed Omegadrone had been through far more than enough to justify their admittedly frustrating penchant for sadness and self-loathing. It was hard for her to watch anyone be that hard on themselves, whether or not it was justified. She let almost a full minute of silence pass before speaking up, asking, "So, um, listen. If you guys won't talk to me about... everything, could you maybe talk to each other? In a non-growly, wailing, begging for mercy sort of way? Maybe?" The poltergeist managed to muster up a shaky smile of encouragement as she ducked her translucent head between their shoulders and looked back and forth between them.
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Were you planning on giving me any rolls there or something, Rav...? The anti-aircraft emplacement is further away than Corona can get with a single move action using Flight 1, so 'point blank range' isn't really practical. Is she using her Blast 10 power? We're in actual rounds here so while I'm expecting you guys to get creative we're not just hand-waving it.
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Rock looked between the monitor and Chlo'zel and eventually over to Paradigm before offering a somewhat less optimistic, "Rock..." By the way Star-Khan had begun striding directly toward the closest access tunnel to the underground facility it was clear that he knew exactly where his prey was hidden, however, and there was no time to argue or come up with a better plan. Instead the stoney titan simply heaved his shoulders in a massive shrug before pounding one fist into the opposite palm with a sound like a mountain cracking in half. To their credit not one of the Coalition leaders looked eager to retreat while others stayed behind. Magistar Rull might have lacked compassion but the pride of the Grue Arcane had been wounded time and time again throughout the Communion's attack and he was loathe to loose yet more ground. Minister Ch'rrr's people had evolved from herd herbivores who had grown too hardy for any of their world's predators; to him sacrificing the few to save the many was anathema. Finally it was Senator Th'emme who spoke up. "Make your fortunes, Praetorian Val-Ren," she solemnly wished, shaking Amara's hand firmly. The imperious woman's eyes narrowed briefly and she allowed herself a moment's slip in decorum to add, "Tear his das't head off. Move, everyone! We've all survived enough evacuations by now to know how this is done! Don't waste a moment that's bought!" None of her fellows could argue with that and, spurned into action, they dashed out of the war room with their aides, headed for craft prepped and waiting for just such an emergency. Preparations or not it seemed unlikely that their foe would simply let the escaping ships pass unmolested. "Rock," Rock summed up the situation succinctly with a glance toward Paradigm, waiting to hear her plan.
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Compu-Jackals Combined Attack vs Citizen: 2#1d20+5 25 16 Absurdist, should I assume Asad is still Interposing for Citizen? 26 - Asad - Uninjured, 3HP 24 - Citizen - Injured x2, 0HP 19 - Terrifica - Bruised x1, 1HP 17 - Maxima - Uninjured, 1HP 14 - Hronos - Disabled, 0HP > 8 - Compu-Jackals with Wings and Penetrating Claws x2 - Uninjured
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March 20, 2015 It wasn't that Erik Espadas was expecting trouble, not really, but he subscribed to the idea that it paid to be the one carrying the biggest stick. Or to be friends with the people carrying the biggest sticks, anyway. When they'd worked out the rough schedule for Min's pregnancy nobody had been particularly surprised to find her due date landed on the vernal equinox. After the unexpected 'visit' by his extended family in the House of Swords for the birth of his first daughter, though, a whole different sort of planning had seemed in order this time around, just to be safe. Stesha had offered to host them on Sanctuary, of course, but even with one or two super-powered healers on hand the idea of being in a whole different reality from the closest modern hospital made Erik a little nervous. If he were being completely honest with himself there was also the fact that he wanted his second child to be born in Freedom City's West End just as he had. If was their home and he wasn't about to let anyone chase them out. That said, even if they weren't going to an earth goddess, the earth goddess could still come to them. A good section of the first floor of the Espadas School of Self-Defense and Swordsmanship (!) was covered in toys where Stesha was keeping watch over Eden and Amaryllis laughing and playing, chatting amiably with Gina. Nearby Mara and Liz were engaged in an animated discussion of tweaks and improvements to the building's security over a folding table covered in computer equipment including a laptop displaying Vince's neon-green suit wearing avatar. They'd sent Chris out to get food mostly because it seemed like the only way to keep him from standing watch on the top of the building in full costume while Steve had insisted on standing guard, gargoyle like, outside of the second floor apartment where Ellie was making her sister-in-law comfortable. Yolanda had taken up a position across from Steve, solemnly following the taciturn bald man's example. It was, all told, a small army of love and support. Not that that stopped Erik himself from pacing back and forth with nervous energy, his gaze jumping back and forth between the stairs, the clock and Eden, hands clasped behind his back.
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Kimber ground the heels of her palms into her eyes and grated her teeth. "Fine. Fine! Clearly the dead girl couldn't possibly know anything and is just wasting whatever she's got instead of breath!" she groaned in frustration, trying her best to remain sympathetic but having a hard time in the emotional crash now that panic had given way to yet more brooding. She bet everyone would take her more seriously if she spent all her time brooding and going on about how the past was like a foreign country you'd been kicked out of with no passport or whatever. "Why don't you two just make out and get it over with so you can go back to your self-flagellation party," she muttered, pulling her hood up and over her head. "If I really were dumb I wouldn't know what flagellation meant, now would I? Can't believe I'm out here it the stupid rain for this..." She looked back up at Tarva as a thought occurred to her. "Why'd you sneak out here, anyway?"
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Kimber looked back and forth between the Omegadrone and Tarva for a moment, driving rain passing through her insubstantial face as it twisted into a grimace. "Why does everyone act like I'm stupid?" the teenage phantom lamented angrily, hands emphatically raised into the air. "I'm a ghost for jams sake! I can see death and smell fear! I know exactly what you've done, Tarva! I know what both of you have done!" There was something distinctly unnerving about the intersection of the frustration of youthful petulance and the unenviable insight of a being outside of mortal reckoning. Ghost Girl faced the menacing armored figure with her arms stubbornly folded across her chest, emboldened by the knowledge that it still seemed more inclined to talk than attack outright. "So you're right, she's not a very good person. Maybe it would have been better if she'd just died, maybe it just would have been somebody else doing all those awful things, maybe that doesn't matter either way. I don't know and neither do you, not really!" Kimber positioned herself protectively in front of the cowering Nihilor refugee, for all that it wouldn't have made any physical difference anyway. "But she risked her life to make sure they couldn't... couldn't make more like you and we'll never know if she could be good if we don't let her try!"
