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27 - Knightfall - Uninjured 24 - Sojourner - Uninjured 24 - Wander - Uninjured, 3HP 17 - Hematite - -7 Constitution, -4 Charisma 15 - Daybreak - Uninjured 15 - Tensile - Uninjured 14 - White Hunter - Bruised x3, +11 Toughness, 10 Impervious 11 - Midnight - Uninjured, 4HP 7 - Mystery - Uninjured Hematite Recovery: 1 Constitution, 1 Charisma Standard Attack: Unarmed Attack vs. White Hunter: 1d20+10 17 Move Action: Back up from the White Hunter. Daybreak Full Action: Move All-Out toward battle.
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Cobra Mech Toughness Save vs. DC 20.: 1d20+17 34 Go ahead and get your IC post up, KD. 22 - Tsunami - Uninjured, 3HP 21 - Thoughtspeed - Uninjured, 2HP 14 - Sekhmet - Uninjured 12 - Set - Uninjured, 4HP 12 - Cobra Mech - Uninjured 11 - TNTeen - Uninjured, 3HP 10 - Snake Cultists x4 - Uninjured
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His polearm has 15' reach but he still can't move between attacks with one rank and he does have to take out a minion before he can use it to attack again. It's not an Area extra for 1PP! Anyway, the cultists are spaced out pretty well around the feet of the mech, which big enough to mean there's some decent distance between them. I'll say that if he positions himself well he can hit two of the cultists plus the mech itself. Snake Cultists Toughness Save vs. DC 20.: 1d20+4 11 Toughness Save vs. DC 20.: 1d20+4 9 That's two down! Give me an actual attack roll if he wants to try for the mech while he's at it. Might as well!
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"Nnneeaah!" Hematite fell to one knee, shaking as he struggled to hold onto consciousness under the unexpectedly arcane assault. Shoulders heaving, he forced himself to lift his chin and look his attacker in the eyes, jaw clenching behind his mask. "Blackbird... says... 'All talk... no sh-shock,' feeb." As the time-traveler spoke defiantly, the temporally native Hunter was walking toward the malevolent shadow creature with steady, measured footsteps that belied the anger smouldering behind ruby tinted lenses. "Don't. Touch. Him." Each syllable grated with gravel being crushed into dust while ribbons on inky black mist rolled from the young vigilante, flowing freely and merging into a tide of darkness that quickly enveloped the melee. Reaching to his belt, Midnight filled his palm with a half dozen small round capsules. Realizing their would-be temporal assassin would have the advantage of future knowledge, he'd gone well outside his usual bag of tricks in preparing for the fight. He doubted his concealing mist would slow their foe down for long if at all but it had other properties, such as sublimating much like carbon dioxide when brought down to super cool temperatures. Each of the little balls he flung at his target with a snap of his wrist contained a sphere of dry midnight ice, the protective coating shattering on impact. The frostbite of the payload burned like acid, sizzling into the shadowy form at six different points, eating through the enshrouding cloak. Outside, Mystery wrung her hands, looking between the unconscious men she'd been told to keep an eye on and the force field collapsing under her alternate timeline brothers' assault. As she chewed her lip cleverly hidden defensive weapons unfolded from each side of the dented but still standing gate. "Go ahead, girl," Travis Hunter's voice urged from the nearby speaker as the cannons swiveled about to face the armored truck. "We can keep an eye on this." Straightening with a start, the teenager nodded quickly, her legs already dissolving into mist. "Ah, thank you, um, sir. I won't let you down," she assured her ancestor softly before flying off as quickly as she could toward the mansion and the battle within.
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Midnight Free Action: Release a cloud of midnight mist. Free Action: Arrange Gadgets: Drain Toughness 12 (Extras: Affects Objects, Linked [+0], Ranged; Flaws: Action [Full Action], Limited [Objects]; Power Feats: Accurate) + Damage 7 (Extras: Linked [+0], Ranged; Flaws: Action [Full Action]) [20PP] ('dry' midnight mist capsules)Full Action: Throw Capsules at White Hunter.: 1d20+12 32 That's a DC 10+12+5 = 27 Reflex Save against the Drain Toughness then a DC 15+7+5 = 27 Toughness Save against the Damage. Mystery Full Action: Fly All-Out toward the mansion. 29 - Wander - Uninjured, 4HP 27 - Knightfall - Uninjured 24 - Sojourner - Uninjured 17 - Hematite - -7 Constitution, -4 Charisma 15 - Daybreak - Uninjured 15 - Tensile - Uninjured 14 - White Hunter - Bruised x2 11 - Midnight - Uninjured, 4HP 7 - Mystery - Uninjured
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As Min stepped out to get a better look a shadow in the distinctive blood red garb of a Katanarchist dropped soundlessly down from the upper branches of a nearby tree, wickedly sharp sword in one hand and another trio of throwing stars in the other... and collided painfully with the ground, letting out a pained groan before going completely limp. Her eye was immediately drawn back upward as the familiar sounds of steel on steel and the meaty impact of body blows rang out in the foliage overhead. Erik was only a step behind her, lighter in hand but cautiously closed and unlit as he scanned the shaking branches for a better look at the scuffle. Another pair of ninjas toppled out of the trees with yelps of surprise, landing atop their brother already on the forest floor in an artful pile. Finally a fourth figure somersaulted gracefully into view, one booted foot coming down squarely atop the heap of fallen ninjas in a jaunty pose. With a thin rapier place balanced over one shoulder and a blond goatee that ended it a well defined point, the swordsman cut a dashing silhouette despite the laugh lines scoring his high cheekbones suggesting that he was well into his fifties. With twinkling, sky blue eyes that matched the sparkling white teeth revealed by his grin, he bowed deeply in the dryad's direction, flourishing with his free hand in a manner that was naggingly familiar. "Well spoken, ma bichette, mais never let it be said Jean Pique stood by while une demoiselle was beset by scoundrels such as these!" he announced with a noticeably French accent before turning to Erik. "Hallo, mon fils. Quoi de neuf?" "Still not fluent in French, if that's what you're asking, old man," Erik grumbled, putting away the lighter but taking a step toward the new arrival that placed him just a little bit ahead of Min. "What's going on here?"
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Hematite Intimidate Check vs. DC 30.: 1d20+15 24 Fortitude Save vs. DC 25: 1d20+5 21
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"11.3%. Strength inhibitors disengaged," Blackbird announced, finishing her countdown without regard for any interruptions. The diminutive hologram clenched her fists and bared her teeth while Hematite did the same. "Fiber sync 107.4%! Blood and THUNDAAARGH!" "RAAARGH!" With an inarticulate roar, the super strong time traveler burst into motion, charging toward the dark figure and leaping into the air. As his feet left the ground, Hematite seemed to fold in upon himself, winking out of existence in a spatial warp only to reappear immediately right behind and above the intruder, one fist folded around the other. His arms swung downward with the force of industrial pistons, cracking into the back of the nearly featureless skull. The moment he made contact, however, Hematite shouted in agonized pain, arcs of black, light devouring electricity ripping through his body. "Yeargh!" The neon blue lights in his suit flickered as he tumbled gracelessly to the floor and stumbled backward, clutching his chest and breathing hard. Blackbird appeared equally affected, her hologram disappearing from view. "Nnh...! Suit... shoulda stopped... that." Outside, Daybreak nearly jumped at the sudden noise over the comms. "Who was that?! What's happening in there?!" Shifting the weight of his sledgehammer, the teenager vigilante took a few hurried steps back away from the barrier surrounding the mansion before rushing forward, swinging the weighted implement more quickly than would have been possible for an ordinary human. The blow struck with resounding effect, the impact rippling out across the dome, weakening the barrier though it held for the time being. "Hold on, sis, almost through!"
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Hematite Fortitude Save vs. DC 20: 1d20+9 13 29 - Wander - Uninjured, 4HP 27 - Knightfall - Uninjured 24 - Sojourner - Uninjured 17 - Hematite - -7 Constitution 15 - Daybreak - Uninjured 15 - Tensile - Uninjured 14 - White Hunter - Bruised x2 11 - Midnight - Uninjured, 4HP 7 - Mystery - Uninjured
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29 - Wander - Uninjured, 4HP 27 - Knightfall - Uninjured 24 - Sojourner - Uninjured 17 - Hematite - Uninjured 15 - Daybreak - Uninjured 15 - Tensile - Uninjured 14 - White Hunter - Bruised x1 11 - Midnight - Uninjured, 4HP 7 - Mystery - Uninjured Hematite Move Action: Teleport behind White Hunter. Standard Action: Unarmed Attack vs. White Hunter: 1d20+10 30 Haha, wow. That's DC 15+14+5 = 34. Daybreak Standard Action: Sledgehammer Attack Barrier, Power Attack 5.: 1d20+5 14 That would be DC 15+12+5 = 32.
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In contrast to Dimitri's sullen distaste for the preternatural chill of the desolate land, Kimber seemed energized by the proverbial bone deep chill. The thick gloom of death hanging in the air like a suffocating fog was less to her taste but until they actually ran into something beyond a bad feeling the upbeat phantom didn't see any point in being pessimistic. "That seems like it'd probably work!" she chirped with a laugh, floating in figure eight patterns over the vampires' heads. "I guess we could try being sneaky but the necromancers I know are all pretty good at noticing ghosts and zombies and stuff even when they're invisible."
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If Wander was surprisingly colourful against the pristine snow, Midnight looked like the coal set into a snowman's smile. He'd swapped his customary fedora for an equally black ushanka along with a uniform that was outwardly only subtly different than his usual attire. Inside, however, he was better protected from the cold than most of his teammates and glad for his full face mask. He'd prepared a few options for himself in case stealth against the white wasteland became a factor but pragmatism aside, a white costume just didn't feel right. Nearby, Redbird had gotten more into the spirit of the frigid assignment, installing herself in the Night Sled, a custom built snowmobile that had seen use against more than one cold-themed villain in its day. Showing some restraint, she had so far held off on any obviously Furion enhancements to the vehicle beyond the crimson wing pattern but its sleek lines and sizable treads were a far cry from the framework with which she'd started. The autonomic machine intelligence had been enthusiastic about seeing another part of her adopted world first hand but Trevor had gotten the impression that now that they were there she was just itching for an excuse to tear across the snowy plateau. With careful steps that failed to make any sound in the crunching snow, the detective of few words silently moved to stand beside Erin, offering an egg shaped hand warmer from his belt and waiting to see what response they received from the research base.
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Nice shot! That easily hits. Cobra Mech Toughness Save vs. DC 31.: 1d20+17 31 ...this may be a long one! 22 - Tsunami - Uninjured, 3HP 21 - Thoughtspeed - Uninjured, 2HP 14 - Sekhmet - Uninjured 12 - Set - Uninjured, 4HP 12 - Cobra Mech - Uninjured 11 - TNTeen - Uninjured, 3HP 10 - Snake Cultists x6 - Uninjured
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Ghost Girl's face seemed to flicker with a light bulb about to burn out, flashes of pearl white bone interspersed with sunken eyes as she widened her mouth to shriek horribly in the monster's face. Beyond death though it might have been itself, the gaunt giant was clearly unnerved by the display but continued to stand tall even as the poltergeist attempted to sap more strength from its skeletal limbs. Floating back a pace midair, Kimber's appearance beneath her cowl immediately resumed its more human, albeit translucent, qualities. "Um, Temperance, I don't think this is working so well! I can't do very much against these guys! Do you have a new plan yet?"
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Set: Initiative.: 1d20+3 13 Sekhmet: Initiative.: 1d20+5 14 Snake Cultists: Initiative.: 1d20 10 Cobra Mech: Initiative.: 1d20 12 Tsunami, Thoughtspeed and TNTeen each get an extra HP for getting dragged along without much warning. Tsunami: Knowledge [Tactics] TNTeen: Knowledge [Technology] Thoughtspeed: Notice 22 - Tsunami - Uninjured, 3HP 21 - Thoughtspeed - Uninjured, 2HP 14 - Sekhmet - Uninjured 12 - Set - Uninjured, 4HP 12 - Cobra Mech - Uninjured 11 - TNTeen - Uninjured, 3HP 10 - Snake Cultists x6 - Uninjured
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Let's see some Initiative rolls! Plus any Knowledge or Notice checks you think may be relevant.
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The portly technician blinked at Temperance for a moment as everyone else charged out of the teleport chamber, doing his best to marshal his thoughts in a situation spiraling rapidly outside his usual experience. "I-- oh, you'd say water, which-- sorry, the teleglot doesn't handle synonyms that well and-- right, never mind." Running a hand through his thinning hair, he took a deep breath. "Right. Alright. I'm Chief K'ilo and if you can mentally affect the temperature of water, miss, you can have as much as you like. If we can keep the reactor from overheating we might actually all make it through this in one piece." Jogging out into the hallway himself, K'ilo took the lead down a ladder stretching down to the level below. The underbelly of the ship looked even more hodgepodge than the first room the humans had seen, clear signs of jury-rigging and ad hoc installations clear even to someone unfamiliar with the technology. Protrusions from the ceiling forced them to stood periodically as they continued on their way. "And, uh..." the Chief added with a cough as he stepped over a bundle of cables coiling around the deck plating, "sorry about, well. Abducting you lot. If I didn't say before."
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"An Earther complaining about other species having unexpected powers. Fantastic," Seven remarked sardonically as she led Geckoman and Bee-Keeper down one of the ship's hallways. Reaching a specific panel in the wall, she smacked a control pad authoritatively with her closed fist, revealing a shallow compartment against which she positioned herself. With a whir of machinery black and green combat armor with gold highlights down one arm folded over her shoulders and locked into her jumpsuit. Retrieving a dangerous looking rifle from the same compartment, she waved the two humans along behind her as she took a left. "Their ship's Antarian but that doesn't mean anything. Probably dealing with a mixed bag." The ship shuddered again as they reached a locked door. The Lor officer took up a guarded posture in front of it, eyes narrowed and weapon at the ready. "Hired by beings who like our passenger in there even less than I do, though, so whatever you two... do, get ready to do it."
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Kimber wandered closer to the pool itself than the others and peered downward curiously. "Gosh, I didn't really think you'd be able to carry a real conversation!" she noted, waving at the body of water before pausing and waving to another point on its surface, a little unsure where to direct her attention. "Kind of a chatty Cathy for a pond! People say I talk a lot too, though, so that's alright! You get why people are suspicious, though, right? Offering something really shiny for nothing really does make it seem like you're probably up to no good." The young woman's tone was understanding and commiserating but her posture, hands planted on her hips, was firm. "Y'know that they say, 'there ain't no such thing as a free lunch', especially when it comes to magic! How about you tell us what you want and we go from there, eh?"
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"Worse titles have been lain at my feet," Set sighed largely to himself, brushing some imagined dirt from his shoulder. "Set at you service, Deity of Desert and Darkness, forget not to like and subscribe!" With a winning smile and twin finger pistols leveled at pair of rather short, slim teens who'd wandered over he continued, "Know also that Sekhmet tis a friend and lady, indeed, but no romantic rival, haha!" Hearty laugher resounding through his bare chest stopped as quickly as it had begun when he snapped his finger. "Truly, though, her ire be already assured and we cannot delay even for allies perhaps a little... larger. Allons-y!" A blast of gale force wind abruptly rolled in from behind the students, knocking them forward a few steps while Set grabbed Giang and Gene's wrists in one hand and Will's in the other, pulling them through the shadow of the tree and leaving the campus once again pleasantly serene. The quartet emerged from the unnerving dark and chilling teleportation in an alley way elsewhere in the city. Releasing his conscripts, Set wasted no time dashing out onto the street, softly muttering, "Be well, be well, be well..." There to greet him was a massive suit of bright green and golden powered armor, its pilot barely visible from the godling's position of the ground, tucked into the rounded cockpit styled after a hooded cobra's head. A half dozen machine gun wielding troops in similarly scaled and fanged uniforms stood about the armor's feet while one of its massive metal claws held a struggling Sekhmet pinned against the wall of building two storeys off of the street. Spotting the returned godling, she managed to snarl, "Hate... thee... so... much..." "Ah, good, she retains her abundant charm!" Set observed with evident relief. "Worry not, Sekhmet! Help tis just behind me!"
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"Well, we do keep things pretty interesting, yeah," Erik agreed, a little distracted himself as he glanced over his shoulder and stood a little closer to Min. The fencer placed his arm over his wife's shoulders in a gesture that was a little more consciously protective than idly affectionate. "It's probably nothing, just had a weir--" His sentence was cut off as a trio of six-pointed metal stars landed in rapid succession in the tree just ahead of them, sinking a good inch into the bark. Ducking his head reflexively, Erik rushed forward, pulling Min along as he quickly placed one of the larger trees nearby between them and the direction from which the shuriken had come. "Really?!"
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"Good man, William! Oh, look not so maudlin!" Set implored with a broad grin and a slap on the back for the newly costumed teenager. "Tis the siren call of adventure! The gift of battle, eh? You be unusually fastidious for one blessed with preternatural swiftness of foot, you know. Your mother's influence, mayhap." The godling's smile slipped a few notches as he glanced over his shoulder back the way he'd come. "Ah, I do confess however I may have somewhat understated the situation's urgency. As we confer, noble Lady Sekhmet buys moments at great personal peril! Tis perhaps less a time for careful selection and more one to 'take what one can get the lead out,' to modify the vernacular. How about those two, hm?" He didn't quite manage to keep himself from swaying from foot to foot in impatience and growing anxiety, but his stance was as confident and outgoing as ever as he waved overhead and shouted, "Hello! Over here! Come see the improbably handsome, shirtless internet celebrity, please!"
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"Ah, excuse my confusion!" Set exclaimed, placing a hand on his chest and bowing floridly. "I was led to believe your attendance here was in preparation to champion the innocent and smite the wicked. If you be more inclined to lounge about like some... Olympian rather than prove to your tutors you can defeat a group of heinous bandits without mother and father holding you hand, I'll simply leave you to your reading!" Straightening with an airy wave, Set turned and began sauntering away, hooking his thumbs into the hem of his shendyt. "Surely another such opportunity will arise... eventually. Mayhap the providers of security you mention be bolder? I shall inform them you sent me! Hopefully no children nor kittens nor full figured bank tellers shall be harmed in the meantime! Anon, then, William!"
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"Pshaw, 'snuck'. Were I sneaking, William, you'd know it," Set scoffed with a mildly offended look, crossing his arms over his bare torso and leaning against a nearby tree. "...or in truth you would not, I suppose! Ha! And hmm!" Leaning forward from the waist, the godling showed a marked lack of respect for personal space as he peered at the title of Will's book. "The Once and Future King, eh? I saw a Monty Python GIF set on the tumbling scrolls the other day that would be perfect right now... Hah. Coconuts." Straightening, he walked around Will in a leisurely circle, taking in the campus curiously. "However! Do I truly need a reason to come and visit my good chum? Where is the trust, the benefit of the doubt? The bonds of heroic brotherhood?!" Waiting a beat he continued, "Of course, since you ask, I thought, as we got off on something of the wrong foot at our last meeting, I might do you something of a favour! You and perhaps some of your larger, more combat ready friends?"
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"Typical. Truly typical." Sekhmet's resigned sigh was largely lost behind a rattling boom as the concrete below her feet was struck by an arcing fireball the size of a small electric car and exploded violently. The goddess recovered with feline grace and continued her brisk pace alongside the more winded Set as they fled. "Aye, well, mayhap you could reserve your breath for running, oh Lady of Slaughter," the godling suggested as he hastily ducked under the chunk of metal propelled towards his head when a nearby fire hydrant was cleaved in half by a searing red laser beam. The taller Heliopolian did not look quite so concerned. "Too match pace with thee? Hardly necessary, liesmith," she assured him, though her stride quickened slightly after she glanced over her shoulder at their pursuers. "Methinks a training regimen may be in order." "I've considered hitting the gym," Set admitted, strain ruining the conversational tone he was attempting. "Don't want to bulk up, of course..." "Hardly seems a danger." "My, someone tis feeling catty today." "Tis another who should work on new jibes." "For once, I did not intend that as wordplaaayiie!" Another fireball sent a somewhat singed godling tumbling in an undignified tangle of limbs before he could scramble against the cement and back onto his feet. "I am now prepared to admit that assistance would not be remiss!" With a flat snort, Sekhmet reached down and picked Set up by the back of his neck, giving him a chance to find his stride again without losing too much of their head start. "Truly, I am shocked. The mortal Freedom League, then, or proven allies such as the water magister." "Eh? Nay!" Set objected crossly, pumping his arms with renewed vigour as he sprinted. "Think of the embarrassment, Sekhmet! I would have none who think reasonably well of me- ah, us to bear witness. ...ah! Inspiration!" Snapping his fingers, the godling abruptly turned on his heel heading toward an alleyway. "Keep our new friends occupied momentarily, oh Mistress of Dread!" With that, he dove into a shadow behind a dumpster and disappeared. "Of all the-- Set! Set! SEEEEET!" * * * * * On the well tended campus of Claremont Academy, a shadow passed over the relaxing Will Cline as someone approached from behind him, blocking the sun. "Hail, buuuddy!"
