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Set Hero Point: Stunt off of his Deific Aspects Array: Damage 7 (Extras: Autofire; Power Feats: Precise) [15PP] + Drain Toughness 7 (Extras: Affects Objects, Autofire; Flaws: Limited [Objects]) [14PP] + Environmental Control 5 (Extreme Heat; Flaws: Range [Touch]) [5PP]Full Round Action: Coup de Grace Icy Snare! That's DC 27 for the Drain, DC 32 for the Damage and things get generally toasty!
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Ellie rolled her eyes as Mara leaned forward but she also slowed down what she was doing, letting her undone shirt slide over one shoulder then the other, revealing an admittedly yawn-inducing example of utilitarian underclothing. "Heh. Good to be the boss, huh?" she chuckled, digging a clean pair of jeans out of her locker. The idea of someone trying to intimidate Mara with legalese was pretty funny. "How does that work, anyway? Do you just have Erin turn an i-beam into a pretzel in front of them or is that on the down low? I feel like she could probably just stare most people down anyway. I don't think Steve even blinks." She'd had a chance to get to know both of them pretty well while they'd been stranded on the Curator's ring world and neither was someone with whom she'd want to get into an argument. The rest of Mara's security staff wasn't quite so impressive but they were no slouches, either.
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"...what," Trevor intoned flatly, unfastening his mask and moving to stand next to Erin, giving the assembled time-travelers a hard look. "It's fine! It's fine," Daybreak jumped in to assure his, the way the young man mimed brushing away any concerns failing to reassure anyone. "It's just, y'know, it's a blood thing, I guess? ...Sojourner explained it better earlier." There was a faint hiss as Hematite's suit depressurized. "Look, nobody else has a better plan. Let's just get this done." He looked over to the pile of rubble that had once been a fountain. "I don't like pushing our luck." "Um, what else do you need?" Mystery asked Sojourner with a shy bob of her head, holding up a stainless steel bowl in one hand and a sealed kit of surgical scalpels in the other, retrieved from the manor's infirmary while the others had been discussing. Exchanging a look with Erin, Trevor turned to the stern, black haired gunslinger. "Tell us what to do." He was no expert in ritual magic himself but if someone raised by a version of him had taken up the craft he doubted she would have settled for anything less than genuine expertise.
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Having found a moment to put on a pair of dark jeans, Trevor gave Nina and her mother a vaguely apologetic look as he cleared his throat faintly and stepped close enough to Mark to lower his already soft voice to a whisper. "Typhoon and family are attacking nuclear carrier in Arabian Sea. Need you to teleport Eve here; French President called in Renarde Bleue." He tapped two fingers to the side of his head to explain how he knew that before sparing another glance in the direction of Mark's girlfriend. "...can't let Typhoon capture the Charles de Gaulle." It wasn't a fair position in which to place either his friend nor Typhoon's daughter but the situation was what it was.
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"Hey, sure, undifferentiated biomass, that's very in right now, it's very this season," Jack nodded with exaggerated aplomb, wishing his sister was there to let him know if any of what Graft had just said actually made sense. Somehow seeing tentacles growing out of the chitinous hulk's back didn't have quite the reassuring effect he seemed to expect it to have. Sighing, the masked fencer opened his sword hand and allowed his blade to dissipate into a puff of rising hot air and crossed his arms. "Alright, fine. I'm not exactly low profile so I'm going to assume you two already know who I am but for the record it's Jack of all Blades. The West End is my dojo, grasshoppers, but I'm not going to say no to extra hands. Claws. Whatever." Looking over his shoulder to the Scarab he explained, "I'm a real team player these days, you know. I've mellowed." Turning back to the other two he added, "If the VCR, ridiculous initials aside, is dirty, however, that risks harshing said mellow. Miss Unpronounceable is right, study hall time. What's everyone heard?"
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Set Initiative.: 1d20+3 10
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Erik made a grumbling sound in the back of his throat as Min invited his father to their home but didn't disagree outright. Jean, for his part looked almost stricken for an instant at the mention of his granddaughter before quickly schooling his features into a muted if somber expression. "I... would very much like that, Minerva, if you thought it appropriate," he answered her finally, the words a little stiff as though he were having to concentrate more on translating them from his mother tongue than before. Clearing his throat, he regained a measure of his previous smoothness. "However, I might suggest answering this attack at its root before risking leading anyone back to your home, hm?" "I'm thinking they don't get a free pass 'cause of the season, yeah," Erik agreed, reaching out to take Min's hand in his own. "You have some idea of where they're working out of?" A vaguely predatory grin that the dryad found very familiar spread across Jean's face. "Haha, well! Let us just say while I have the benefit of many, many years evading notice by la Maison d'Épées, the reverse is not so very true!" Looking the younger couple up and down, he added, "Do you wish to assume your more colourful attire d'avance? Your city, your rules." Considering briefly, Erik shook his head. "They already know what we look like anyway. This isn't hero business anyway. It's a family matter."
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"Apologies, oh T themed tactician, twas not listening!" Set explained as he realized Terrifica had been addressing him and looked up briefly from his smart phone. Rolling his shoulders in tight circles as he turned his attention back to his handheld device, the godling sprouted a fresh pair of wings, this set leathery, bat-like affair emerging from his back and covered in fine red fur the same shade as his hair. "Something about fighting a personification of chaos with a personification of chaos, I presume? An excellent idea!" Kicking off of Temperance's ice sled and back into the air, Set quickly crossed the Common to catch up with Southern Belle. "Uploading... And posted!" Turning his phone about so that the display pointed toward the possessed police officer he indicated the rapidly scrolling list of comments it was showing. "Your verbal beatdown at the tongue of yon long coated stateswoman now adorns the Tumblrs! And tis trending! I be prepared to accept thy effusive gratitude whenever tis convenient." The grin he gave her would have driven a devout pacifist to question their vows.
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"Tis simply 'Set'," the godling corrected absently while Thrude demonstrated her tremendous strength to great affect. The blonde warrior had evidently managed to retain a goodly portion of her divine might on the mortal plane but all the talk of open sores killed at least some of the allure. While he'd benefited from her generally trusting nature only minutes before, it had quickly become a potentially catastrophic inconvenience. Racking him mind, he hit upon a plan that was very likely excellent based on how much he hated it. "Very well, oh princess of power, a suggestion! Take all three of us into your custody and remand us to the Freedom League, allowing them to sort us out!" Holding his wrists together before him as though cuffed together, he gave Thrude as grave a look as he could muster. "Surely such would convey my certainty?"
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Set Bluff Check vs. DC 26: 1d20+16 29
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Set bounded off of walls and equipment on his way down to the floor, acrobatically making his entrance alongside Thrude's more stately arrival. "Aha, tis always excellent to meet a fan!" he told Stratos with a broad grin as he rose from his three point landing and casually looked about the room. "My next project be a megacut compilation of lightning strike video I expect you shall quite appreciate!" Apparently the rumours that the villain had become somewhat more gregarious if more obviously unhinged since his run-in with the cosmic threat of the Curator had some substance to them. The godling felt an odd twinge at seeing a once proud man brought low in such a fashion but consoled himself in the knowledge that Stratos' taste in web-based entertainment had remained impeccably intact. "I do indeed be Set, Scion of the Sirocco, Sower of Chaos, Chooser of Amusing Feline Pictorals. Whereas you are Weather Mistress, aye?" he continued, turning to the woman outside of the cage. "Correct though you may be about my elder self's respected position in that august if misguided body, your imprisoned peer has the right of my current disposition! She be as villainous a knave as the indisposed Doctor ever was, Lady Thrude. No honor among et cetera, et cetera." The godling cleared his throat significantly and gave the Aesir a sidelong look, lowering his voice to ask, "Reading intent be not one of your... stronger skills, mayhaps? Fortunately you have a practiced deceiver to regard your esteemed backside!"
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Set Computers check.: 1d20+10 11 Gather Information check.: 1d20+16 31
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Set Move Action: Configure Shapeshift: Flight 3 (50 MPH; Drawbacks: Power Loss [Restrained]) [5PP] (raptor wings)Move Action: Fly after Southern Belle.Extra Effort: Surge. Move Action: Taunt Southern Belle.: 1d20+16 36
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"I lack sufficient data to accurate predict the likelihood of success," Blackbird chimed in from over Hematite's shoulder, her hologram looking more curious than worried about the situation. Her super-strong partner made a flat sound in the back of his throat. "Hey, I didn't come back in time just to frell around when things got chancy," he insisted, crossing his arms over his chest before pausing and working his jaw like something tasted sour in his mouth. "Magic, though. Blood magic. That's how Hendahwit started this whole swarbage storm." "Then, um, it kinda makes sense that that would be the way to fix it, too, right?" Mystery suggested softly from his left, scrunching her shoulders together as if she was less sure of the logic now that she'd spoken aloud. "Gyah, Mysty! How long have you been there?!" Daybreak exclaimed, stopping just short of jumping backward from where he was looking over his twin's shoulder at the papers Sojourner had found. The youngest time traveler looked a little sheepish and glance down at her boots. "Um. A while? I thought maybe it would be good if the black and white Midnight didn't see me? I couldn't read his mind." "Interesting," Blackbird repeated, considering the petite telepath. "Dad taught me every trick he knew," Mystery explained, one corner of her mouth twitching in a hint of a smile. "Including some tricks I don't think he's come up with yet." ***** Back on the other side of the stain-like rifts in the air, Trevor looked about the Hunter Estate's grounds eyes narrowing behind his mask as he realized he'd been left by himself. "...hn. All went in, didn't they?" he asked Erin over their private comlink channel.
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Set Initiative.: 1d20+3 19 Sekhmet Initiative.: 1d20+5 6
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"Ra forefend me from rudeness!" Set agreed, allowing his wings to melt away along with his affected Asgardian apparel as he nimbly swung unto the back of the ephemeral steed, riding side saddle to accommodate his returned shendyt and keeping one hand on Hridgandr. "May I also complement you on your weapon's long, firm shaft!" he shouted over the din of thunderous hoofbeats and booming shockwave, cupping his free hand to his mouth. The shock had left his thick, brick red dreadlocks more frizzled than usual but he was otherwise none the worse for wear and as interested in the source of the blast as Thrude. "On a lesser god I might suspect compensation but in truth I am only further intrigued, oh sultry strongwoman!" Having gotten past the initial bout of pointed words and angry accusations, his usual manner was quickly returning.
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"She Before Whom Evil Trembles tis African not European!" Set added less cautiously, his own warnings and plans for ritual preparation overthrown by his indignation. "Don't even consider making an 'average airspeed velocity' jest, either..." The goddess in question drew herself up with a snarl and stalked a few steps closer to the possessed patriot, splayed fingers clenched like claws at her sides, the one golden eye not obscured by her black hair practically burning with restrained anger. "Who do thee name 'small', mortal?" she growled in a warning tone. Set pointed emphatically first at Sekhmet then at Miss Americana, coming perilously close to knocking into the young woman in front of him on the ice platform. "And that as well, aye! Should anyone be sensitive on the subject of your Revolutionary War, mayhaps pay more mind to those who did not immigrate voluntarily!" Set could feel his aspect as the god of foreign lands and their peoples rising to the fore and made no attempt to dampen it. He was hardly about to stand by and watch Sekhmet be species shamed by some hopped up, nationalist ignoramus!
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Set Environmental Control check.: 1d20+10 25
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"Favour?" the Lor teenager asked, confusion spreading across her face. "The Jack of all Blades doesn't owe us a favour. When last we met he saved our life!" Seven shrugged. "Eh, you know Czak. She'd have come up with something, I'm sure." The commando stopped just short of rolling her eyes but it was pretty clear she didn't think much of the way the blue alien conducted herself. "Your friend and the Flareriders helped rescue the princess from pirates a few years back." Iana scowled but didn't bother correcting the title again. "Indeed. So when our parents were abducted we knew we would once again need the aid of the most singularly capable individual we have ever known and instructed the Captain to make all haste to his homeworld. How she managed to bring you aboard instead, I cannot fathom, ah, Sri Geckoman." "Lousy genetic lock. We picked up his sister, his kid and a few others who were nearby instead. Chief K'ilo did everything possible with the resources he had while under attack." The defense of her subordinate in front of the girl was a far cry from the way she'd spoken to him directly. "He has a child?" Iana looked vaguely disappointed, biting her lip slightly before abruptly straightening in abject horror. "We abducted his child?!" ***** As Temperance followed K'ilo down the corridor, they met up with Jill, still carrying Eden in her arms, and Myshel Czak, her long coat flapping about her ankles as they hurried. "Hey, nice work with the reactor thing, apparently," Jill congratulated, shifting Eden away from the bulkhead before the toddler could make good on her plan to touch everything in sight. "C'mon, we're meeting back up with the boys."
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Set placed a hand behind his head and averted his eyes from Thrude's momentarily, the look of chagrin seeming out of place on his usually self-assured features. Sighing, he spoke in the same tongue as the Aesir, surprisingly without any trace of accent. "<I... would beg your forgiveness, Lady Thrude. Never have I been known for weighing forethought heavier than blurted words but even so I should know too well the burdens of familial ties to use them in such a fashion. I have endeavored to bring no further shame on the Ennead in my current incarnation but I have done so this day.>" The words were even and slow, without the energetic cadence of his initial greeting nor the heated speed of his wounded rebuttal. "<My elder self's crimes upon the mortal realm in fact extended to more recent times than the errors of the Odinson. Perhaps in the redemption of a reputation we have more common ground than suspected.>" Clearing his throat thickly, the godling managed a small smirk as he switched back to English. "So! I shall swear to you not on blood and honor but on pride and dashing good looks, which I assure you be far more binding in my case." Raising one hand as though giving an oath, Set snapped his fingers and shendyt was immediately replaced with a matching sleeveless jerkin and leggings of dark red dyed leather trimmed in white faux fur and cut in a manner similar to Trude's own apparel apart from her armor. "Consider my restraint regarding all such talk of laying hands and merging streams a token of my good faith, hm? Mayhap later!" Allowing his wings to carry him over to the goddess, he respectfully placed one manicured hand on the shaft of her polearm.
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"...mortal? MORTAL?!" Seething with indignation, Set decided he was going to need the benefit of emphatic hand gestures for this conversation. Rolling his shoulders shifted his great, feathered wings to his back while his more human arms reappeared in their proper place without missing a wing beat. "Harken to me, oh ignorant bint, SET was God of Storms since before you were naught but a besotted twinkle in your buffoonish father's eye!" the godling shouted, slapping a hand against his bare chest to indicate himself. He flew a pace higher in the air, attempting to compensate for their difference in stature. "Furthermore! While I can appreciate that compliments early in an acquaintance may seem uncomfortable and untoward I will not be called liar merely because you have yet to internalize your own comeliness! And I think we may agree that the Nazi Viking contingent would do well to avoid bringing up basic rights violations of the past!" Raising both arms high in the air to emphasize the point, Set adopted a posture which suggested any brothers present were invited to come toward him. "And tis not MY STORM!"
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"Finish things we shall!" Set agreed with a toothy smile that promised impending fireworks. "You may wish to cover your eyes momentarily!" Snapping his fingers with a full arm flair, he released the building power all at once. With a window rattling boom of thunder crimson lightning lanced down from directly above the vulnerable robotic armor and crashed into it with violent force. Tendrils of arcing electricity leapt from point to point, running across Tsunami's water and seeking out every crack and hole created in the suit's formidable armor. The mech locked up as its joints froze, the entire armor shuddering as smoke began to rise from numerous points along its torso. Finally something internal succumbed to the focused attack and exploded out the back of the green painted titan, shredding what would have been a spine in a living being! With a terribly creak of strained metal, it swayed for a moment then fell to the street with a tremendous boom, knocking over a fire hydrant as it fell, shooting a geyser of water into the air. Hands of his hips, Set's grin widened even further. "Tis lovely when a plan comes together!"
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--Sage. Hhn, Renarde. Sorry, distracted.-- Trevor's thoughts had an uncharacteristic ripple to them as he scrupulously washed blood off of his hands in the room next to the infirmary, which was probably too well furnished to be called a simple prep room but too sterile to count among the estates multiple bathrooms either. Closing his eyes and exhaling slowly, he calmed his mind back into the perfectly still but impossibly deep waters with which Eve was more familiar. Listening to her request, the dark haired detective considered the new information. --Airport? Makes sense, unfortunately. Get you to the Gulf but going to want make a stop first.-- Quickly relating the events of the past few minutes over their telepathic link, he stepped quickly out of the room to find the only mode of transport Eve knew that was faster than Redbird to request his services.
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Set Full Round Action: Attempt to reason with Thrude!
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"Nothing would please me more than to acquiesce to your every request, oh wrathful radiant, however at the moment my arms be wings! Laying them down may have disastrous consequences for my altitude!" Set called to the confrontational blonde, giving her his most charming smile as he dipped slightly in the air to affect a courteous bow. "...twas wordplay, you see! I am considered most amusing. I have scryed thee on the YouTubes, Thrude Thorsdottir and truly the video resolution most low does your beauty and commanding presence no justice! I would hate for what must surely be a legendary friendship to begin on the wrong sandal, aye? Mayhap you might moderate the fury of your storm a tad?" The godling flew a pair of wingbeats closer, doing his best to look non-threatening, though a flicker of irritation at being threatened with one of his own aspects of all things did cross his expression.
