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Ghost Girl Move Action: Demoralize Ice Monster.: 1d20+7 26 Standard Action: Chill of the Grave vs. Ice Monster.: 1d20+12 19
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Arichamus El Heraldo: 0 posts + 2 GM = 2 posts = 1PP King of Suits: 2 posts = 1PP (Maxed) Red Moon: 0 posts + 1 GM = 1 posts = 1PP Osprey: 1 + 2 = 3 posts + 12 GM = 15 posts = 2PP Wave-Eye: 0 posts + 2 GM = 2 posts = 1PP GM: 2 + 4 + 2 + 5 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 17 posts AvengerAssembled Comrade Frost: 3 + 1 = 4 posts = 1PP Fast-Forward: 9 + 2 = 11 posts + 6 GM = 17 posts = 2PP + Ref Point = 3PP Harrier: 1 post = 1PP (Maxed) GM: 1 + 1 + 3 + 1 = 6 posts Blue Rose Kit: 1 + 1 + 1 = 3 posts = 1PP Stormbreaker: 1 + 2 = 3 posts = 1PP Ecalsneerg Arrowhawk: 1 post = 1PP Equinox: 0 posts = 0PP + Ref Point rollover = 1PP Geckoman: 0 posts = 0PP + Ref Point = 1PP (Maxed) Electra Hologram: 7 + 7 + 1 = 15 posts = 2PP Wander: 3 + 1 = 4 posts = 1PP (Maxed) Fox Dragonfly: 3 posts = 1PP + Ref Point = 2PP Gaian Knight/Tiamat: 6 posts = 1PP Wraith: 1 + 2 = 3 posts = 1PP Gizmo Ghost Girl: 1 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 6 Posts = 1PP Jack of All Blades/Jill O'Cure: 2 Posts = 1PP (Maxed) Midnight: 2 Posts = 1PP (Maxed) Set/Sekhmet: 7 Posts = 1 PP + Ref Point = 2PP Wail: 1 Post = 1PP GM: 1 Post GooseInduced Polarity: 5 + 2 = 7 posts = 1PP Skaere: 5 posts = 1PP KnightDisciple Cobalt Templar: 2 posts = 1PP Gabriel: 3 posts = 1PP (Maxed) Nevermore: 7 posts = 1PP Thoughtspeed: 1 + 7 = 8 posts + 3 rollover = 11 posts = 1PP Raveled Blue Jay: 7 + 2 = 9 posts = 1PP TNTeen: 2 + 2 + 1 = 5 posts + 2 GM = 7 posts = 1PP GM: 1 + 1 = 2 posts RobRX Cho Paige Lee: 1 + 2 + 1 + 3 = 7 posts = 1PP Sandman XI Life Knight: 1 post = 1PP Sorus Blue Fox: 2 + 1 = 3 posts = 1PP + Admin Point = 2PP (Maxed) Guardian Willow: 2 posts + 3 rollover = 5 posts = 1PP + Admin Point rollover = 2PP Supercape Bloody Mess/The Hound: 3 + 1 = 4 posts = 1PP Pitch: 2 posts + 13 GM = 15 posts = 2PP + Ref Point rollover = 3PP Rene: 2 posts = 1PP + Ref Point = 2PP (Maxed) Steam: 0 posts + 1 rollover = 1 post = 1PP Sunset: 0 posts + 1 GM = 1 post = 1PP GM: 2 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 3 + 2 + 2 = 14 posts Thevshi Synapse: 3 + 2 + 1 = 5 posts = 1PP Tsunami: 1 + 1 = 2 posts + 2 rollover = 4 posts = 1PP + Ref Point rollover = 2PP Velocity: 0 posts + 2 GM = 2 posts = 1PP + Ref Point = 2PP (Maxed) GM: 1 + 1 = 2 posts TiffanyKorta Blodeuwedd: 2 + 2 = 4 posts = 1PP Miss Grue: 1 + 1 + 2 = 4 posts = 1PP Revenant: 1 + 1 + 3 = 5 posts = 1PP Young Britannia: 3 posts = 1PP trollthumper Cannonade: 2 + 1 = 3 posts = 1PP Cavalier: 2 + 2 + 1 = 5 posts = 1PP + Ref Point rollover = 2PP Nick Cimitiere: 2 + 3 = 5 posts = 1PP + Ref Point = 2PP (Maxed) Temperance: 8 + 2 + 2 = 12 posts + 5 GM = 17 posts = 2PP GM: 1 + 4 = 5 posts
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Erik squared his shoulders a bit unconsciously and stood a little straighter, grinning broadly as he waved to a passerby heading in the opposite direction. "Well, y'know. I try." It didn't feel like all that long ago people in the West End were more likely to recognize him for the long string of part-time jobs and seasonal work that had seen him in more of the local shops and restaurants than not as he struggled to make ends meet. Being a business owner, a teacher and respected community leader was something else entirely and it was still a strange feeling. Which may have explained why it wasn't until they were sauntering up the dirt path into the forest that he paid attention to the hairs standing up on the back of his neck. It was probably just the wind, of course, or simply a little paranoia. Even so... "Hey, you brought your seed pouch, yeah?"
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"Tsk, you know that tough and invulnerable aren't the same thing, right?" Jav chided as he rose from his seated position against one wall and walked over to examine Keith's arm once Lady Liberty had had a chance to use her healing power upon it. Muscle and bone had mended back together for the most part but with layers of dried blood and grime from collapsing concrete caked across it the limb was still a fairly gruesome sight. Letting Jive inspect his arm without resistance, LaMarr managed a tired smirk. "You always say that but I'm still standing." Admittedly, that was a bit surprising given the amount of punishment he'd forced himself through in the previous long hours. He'd tested the limits of his super-dense frame and muscle tissue in the past but never for so long at once. The superhuman healing had put him back in mostly working order, he supposed, but he couldn't say it felt much different through the haze of aches and deep burning sensations. "Like you're one to talk, anyway." Indeed, the martial artist had borne the trials of the invasion without the benefit of durability beyond that of any other normal human, though at least he'd managed to get out of the way of more blasts and falling debris than Keith could claim. With a ZAM! that somehow managed to sound tired, Yelena appeared in the shelter, holding a pair of bottles in each hand, her fingers cupping the necks. "Rescued these before a roof fell on their brothers," she explained, setting down a red wine along with two other bottles and prying the top off of the vodka. Taking a drag from it herself, the teleporter walked over to the silent Archer and held it out to him. "Perhaps a toast, yes?" The suggestion was a little softer than her normal tone. It hadn't been so long that the former mercenary had forgotten what it was like to lose teammates in the field, to find oneself abruptly outmatch and outgunned.
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"Attack," the Lor officer replied, regarding Bee-keeper's distinctive and familiar armor unfolding with the look of a woman finally resigned to the circus her day had become. "Ducking behind your moon bought us a chance to use the teleporters but it looks like these damn mercs found us already." The room shuddered again and the tone of the alarm changed slightly. "Uh, also the reactor thing, now," the technician piped up, glumly looking over his readouts. "We're taking a beating here, Captain. Er. Captains." A third impact rocked the ship and sparks flew from the screen, forcing him to shield his face. "Subsystems are starting to fail!" Setting her jaw, his superior turned to the humans. "Alright, I'm sorry to mix you up in this but today has not been going to plan. I'm Captain Shepard-07 of the Republic military." "Andtoo I am Captain Myshel Czak of the Flareriders, currentnow in the servicesell of House Th'emme," the electrically discharging woman added with a bow and flourish, keeping her graceful stance despite the shaking of the vessel. "Moretell will wait, yes?" "It'll karking have to," Seven snapped, already heading for the door. "They're disrupting power to knock out our scramblers so they can teleport a boarding party over. It's what I'd do. Any of you good in a scrap, follow me; at least I know where they'll head." "I will quickdash for the bridge," Myshel continued with a nod to her Lor counterpart. "Could use extra handskills there, also." Grinding her teeth but accepting that they weren't going to be able to make any progress getting home until they were out of immediate danger, Ellie followed after the latter captain. "Argh, fine, alright. I'll take Eden to the bridge, try to find out more about what's going on," she told the others. "We can discuss..." She gestured generally to their assorted costumes, armors and powers. "...all of this later." Having finally stopped crying and now more curious about the continuing tremors, Eden looked up at the alien woman as her aunt carried her over. "You're blue," she observed seriously. Myshel beamed as they sprinted down the metal corridor. "Yes, smalldear, I am!"
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Midnight Initiative.: 1d20+5 11 Hematite Initiative.: 1d20+2 17 Daybreak Initiative.: 1d20+7 15 Mystery Initiative.: 1d20+2 7
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"Um, wouldn't I have the best chance of getting back inside?" Mystery suggested quietly, her cloud solidifying back into a recognizably human form as she reflexively raised her hand like a student in class. The dome that had sprung up around the mansion looked more than a little foreboding but if it wasn't quite airtight the teenager supposed she might be able to pass through. Daybreak offered her a shrug and a grin as he loped off after Tensile. "Sorry, Mysty, guess being the youngest is sort of a drag! Who knew, huh? Try to finish up quick and meet back up with us." Hefting his sledgehammer into an easier grip for running, he accelerated to make up some of the distance between himself and the cyborg as he called back, "We'll just try hitting it really hard in the meantime!" Beneath the dome, Hematite was not taking the latest turn of events nearly so well. "Whatever, she's solid enough to smash!" he growled as the vase bounced off of their intruder with an audible thunk. "Furorsoul protocol initiating. Reducing strength inhibitors to 92.3%. 77.4%. 62.9%," Blackbird agreed, her small hologram falling into a pose that matched Hematite's exactly. The lines of neon blue in his suit began to glow more ominously while the material very faintly rustled with the tensing of muscles. "Warning: surrender is highly recommended." There was a new edge to her tone that implied she was hoping the advice would go unheeded. Midnight didn't bother to comment out loud, twin escrima sticks appearing almost instantaneously in his hands as he moved smoothly to one side, beginning to surround the imposter in a tight semi-circle. Choosing Nightmare Moon as a cover didn't necessarily narrow down the suspects much, given that their fight with the Hounds had been broadcast across the multiverse but at least on Prime it implied a level of knowledge the young detective was not pleased about. Someone knew where they lived and what they'd done. He couldn't help but wonder what else they might already know.
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Did the vase end up going through Notmare Moon or...?
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The technician sputtered at Chris' heated rebuke, looking to the Lor woman for some kind of support. The redhead merely shrugged, crossing her arms. "Don't look at me, Chief. You can't keep things civil for the five micros it took us to get down here, I'm gonna let the angry little male kark you out for it." Her subordinate let his shoulders slump slightly, noticeably shamefaced at being caught at less than his best on top of everything else. His glance in the humans' direction suggested he was a little too proud to actually apologize but he also wasn't going to press the issue. "Eheh, one momentpause, please, guestfriends," the blue alien requested with a wan smile, putting her palms together in a placating gesture as she jogged over to the control station. "How did this comepass? You had a lifecode sample." She kept her tone light and almost melodic but her knuckles had turned a light sky blue where she gripped the side of the podium. "Which was four cycles old!" the technician protested, running a hand through his thinning hair and giving the crying infant a look that was genuinely remorseful. "It's not an exact science, you know that. Anything from concentrated flora to spratzing Preserver radiation could have thrown things off! The readout still says that's a match for the target!" "Told you this was a lousy idea," the other woman interjected, not sounding particularly pleased to have been proved correct. "Earthens hate teleportation. Fact." With a spark of electricity, her counterpart raised her hands in bemusement. "Jackblade debtowed me a favourdue and the royalborn insisted, yes? Better to ask forgivegrace than sanctionleave." "Ugh. Pirates." "Privateers!" Eden's sobbing began to soften as the shock of the bright lights wore off and sensing that they were in more danger from confusion than malice, Ellie let her force field wane and stepped next to Chris. "Okay, everyone please just... shut up now. I'm Jill O'Cure. Jack of all Blades is my brother," she announced, carefully enunciating each syllable now that she had stopped cursing. "If you need help, we'll talk but first you have to send us back home right now." A look of growing dread crossed the Lor officer's face. "...you're the Earthen from the Curator's ship. Spratz me sideways, I cannot catch a break." As if to underline her statement the entire room shook violently while a klaxon alarm sounded in the hallway.
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Above the sound of Ellie's continued profanity and Eden's crying, the technician drew himself up with some indignity at Chris' comment. "I'll assume that was translated incorrectly, you little savage." Indeed, his voice wasn't quite in sync with his lips, converted to English between his mouth and their ears along with a vaguely Australian accent. "Look, just, just stay calm and-- where did you even get a personal force field emitter on a backwater like that?" The Lor's curiosity briefly outweighed other concerns as he squinted at the shimmering sphere of energy. "The readings are all-- And that one, what's she doing with the dihydrogen mo-- Is that an infant? Why would you bring an infant?!" "We didn't bring anything, you @#$%!" Ellie snarled, bouncing Eden up and down gently in her arm to try to quiet her down why maintaining her concentration on the protective sphere surrounding them. She wasn't really clear what was going on with the water around Baxter's friend, either, but that was well toward the bottom of her list of immediate concerns. "Where did you bring us?" Before the technician could respond, the door to the room slid open with a faint woosh and two women charged in. The first was Lor as well, wearing a sleek set of body armor covered in hard points that Baxter recognized as attachment points for heavier protection. With dark red hair and a square jaw, she had the grim disposition and precise body language of a career military woman. The second was distinctly alien, with vivid blue skin and a pair of antennae sprouting from her forehead and surrounded by long teal hair, between which electricity sparked. Unlike the Lor her outfit was anything but uniform, a dark brown coat stretching to her ankles sitting over a loose cream coloured shirt and battered black pants. It was the latter who spoke as both came up short and regarded the humans with nonplussed expressions. "That is not Jackblade."
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"An overrated garment," Set scoffed with a wave on his hand, his body language unconcerned and dismissive while his eyes remained fixed upon the strip of hide Temperance had pulled from the misshapen creature's waist. "Ah, mayhap I should hold onto that, oh liquid lovely...?" the godling ventured, a note of trepidation creeping into his self-assured voice. "Wolf straps be not known for high standards of mystic containment." Nose wrinkling with distaste, Sekhmet looked away from the exposed youth. "Ugh. Though I would rarely see the betrayer handed any object of power, tis some virtue to his warning. The sallow youth has not the look of a master craftsman."
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"There's at least one big tool, sure..." Ellie muttered quietly enough that it was almost impossible to hear. She's seen Chris pull off acrobatic feats that strained the imagination but his coordination always seemed to be in inverse proportion to the potential for slapstick. "Oh, ha, don't run into that many of those," she agreed more cordially as she shook Eliza's hand. "Go figure." Eden for her part waved back at their visitor, giving the teenager a dimpled smile. "Anyway, Chris, give me a hand putting these aw-" Before she could finish that thought, the four young adults and toddler were surrounded by blinding light that washed out the room around them with a high pitched hum. When it faded mere moments later, they stood atop a round platform in a room of blinking diodes and metal panels that had probably been gleaming at some point in the past but were now well worn and a little bit patchwork. The floor beneath their feel vibrated subtly with power and the suggestion of movement. Not a full heartbeat after they arrived a shimmering sphere of blue energy winked into being surrounding them like a bubble. It took the others only just longer to realize that the force field was coming from Ellie's free hand, aglow with similar light while she held Eden closely with her other arm. "Not @#$%ing again..." she growled with a furrowed brow while her niece burrowed her head into the crook of her aunt's shoulder and began wailing in protest. Across the room, standing behind a workstation was what some of the humans recognized as a slightly overweight Lor in a tech's military uniform, looking back and forth between the screen in front of him and the platform. "Uh. ...that can't be right. Captain? You may want to come down here..."
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Midnight Auto-Notice 25 with Skill Mastery. Hematite Notice check.: 1d20+10 30
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Ghost Girl doubled over in the air as the icy spear ripped through her immaterial chest, as much from surprise as injury. Clutching at the already closing hole, she straightened out and met the eyes of the skeletal giant who had attacked her. The young woman's face shifted subtly, becoming sunken with deep shadows around her eyes and an angry scowl on her lips. "That. Hurt." The words emerged like wind howling through an open door and cutting down to the bone, chilling and primal. Without further warning the poltergeist blurred into motion, her form half flesh and cloth and half vicious tornado, surging toward her foe. When she slowed enough to be seen clearly again, her arm was plunged deep into the giant's chest up to her shoulder. Very deliberately, she squeezed.
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"Baxter! Hey!" Ellie greeted, casting a significant look behind the partial wall separating the front of the building from the training area before giving the lanky teenage a broad smile. "Ah, no, he and the missus are out celebrating their anniversary, so I'm holding down the fort." The toddler on her lap clapped her hands excitedly, squirming about in a fit of giggles. "Up'n down! Up'n down!" Keeping her niece in one place with one arm, Ellie gave a short, slightly forced laugh of her own. "Heh, learning new words every day, this kid." Scooping Eden up, she stood and walked over to meet the new arrivals, not incidentally stopping them before they got too far into the room. "You can just leave that stuff there, I'll get it packed away. Hi! Sorry, Eliza Espadas," she introduced herself belatedly to Baxter's friend, offering her free hand. "You can call me Ellie. It's my brother's school."
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"Mystery and Daybreak covering him," Midnight replied, nodding toward the front of the mansion where the black and gold costumed young man could be seen through the window touching down on the lawn followed by an unusually nimble cloud of inky black mist. Neither he nor Erin were very good at waiting while someone else put themselves in the path of danger, plan or no plan, and it seemed like that had rubbed off on the next generation regardless of timeline. "Attacker's advantage. Knows where we are." Hematite made a flat sound from behind his mask. "Not expecting my suit's lightbenders, though," he noted, Blackbird's image blinking back into view over his shoulder, back to her earlier diminutive dimensions. "Can keep them guessing until they show their hand." "So, what's your bet?" Daybreak asked as he jogged across the grass, twirling his sledgehammer at his side like it was no more than a baton. "Mind controlled security guards? Nav computer AI gone berserk? Ferrokinetic using the truck as a battering ram?" The cloud of mist managed to look pensive, its path dipping downward momentarily. "Bet...?" Mystery's voice was recognizable but echoed as though coming from the other end of a long tunnel. "Sure, Knighty and me, we always try to come up with the craziest thing we might have to fight before we find out." Coming up next to Tensile, he slapped his weapon into his opposing palm, crouching into a ready stance. "That way the real thing seems like no biggie. Do you guys not do that?" "I think psionics would sort of be like cheating," the youngest time traveler fretted, remaining in her gaseous form. "But, um. Maybe... the tank is full of evil, sentient gasoline?" The cloud swirled a little more tightly, embarrassed to have said that out loud.
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"A horse?" Kimber muttered quietly to herself, hands on her hips. "Well, I don't think that would still be alive! Maybe he meant it like a metaphor. Don't know why so many other ghosts feel like they have to get all riddley all the time..." The singing coming from deep within the cave soon drew her attention, though her frown only deepened as she slid over to Indira's side and whispered, "Did you notice the way the words are changing from language to language? That's not normal, not at all. I think we better get ready to go bump in the night, if you know what I mean." After a pause, the disguised phantom covered her mouth with both hands. "Oh! Wait! That sounded terrible, that's not what I meant at all!"
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pl 11 The Bee-Keeper III (PL 11) - SpicyWaffle
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Sighing mightily, Ellie put a hand on Chris' head and forcibly pushed him back out of her light. "May I just say how much confidence that attitude inspires as you prepare to make adjustments to sensitive electrical systems?" she drawled, glad for the knowledge that the brown haired young man was at least moderately more competent than he let on. "Given the frequency with which I need to make sure your insides don't become outsides, you might be a little more supportive." For whatever reason the exchange struck Eden as considerably funnier than her aunt's previous attempts and dissolved into a fit of giggles, grinning up at the new arrival. "Hi, TÃo! Do the thing! Do the thing! Please?" The toddler clapped her hands and bounced about on Ellie's lap. "She's not going to calm down until you stand on the ceiling," the elder Espadas warned with a shrug, glancing over to the section of the ground floor hidden from the street.
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"Stories?" Eden Espadas inquired with a hopeful inflection as she ducked her head under her aunt's elbow and pulled herself up onto Ellie's lap to get a better look at the medical text open on the table in front of them. With a small laugh, Ellie shifted the toddler about into a safer position. "Not exactly, Edie. Y'know how tu papa teaches people here? This is how I learn how to be a doctor." She'd set herself up at a deck on the dojo's first floor partly so that she could take advantage of the light coming in through the large front windows and partly so she could keep an eye on her niece as she played on the pads covering most of the floor. Chris had also mentioned something about coming by to work on the security systems in the headquarters hidden in the converted bomb shelter under their feet and with her brother and sister-in-law out celebrating their anniversary she wanted to watch the door in the meantime. Eden looked equally skeptical at the idea of a book that wasn't for stories as she did about her aunt being a doctor. She liked Ellie, after all, and she knew she didn't enjoy visiting the doctor much at all. She could only assume it was another case of an adult trying to be funny. They did that a lot.
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Got rid of it for you, no worries.
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"Yer kinda a sick puppy there, lady," the giant grumbled as he warily watched Tiamat rise into the air. His attention elsewhere, he took little notice as Sekhmet rounded about and placed some distance between them. Crouching on all fours, the lioness coiled her might in her legs before rushing forward like a tawny rocket, leaping into the air at the last moment and barreling into an unprotected joint in Gyges' knee. This a bellow the hundred-handed one began to stumble only to find Sekhmet just as suddenly bounding up to his chest, using his multitude of limbs as stepping stones. A final leap landed the bundle of muscle and claws directly onto his face. The titan toppled backward, crashing into the street with enough force to set off car alarms for a block in either direction and breaking the few intact windows of the nearby storefronts. The arms on the monster's left side swatted about blindly while those on his right propped him back up to his feet but he received only a defiant roar for his efforts as the goddess proved too quick for him to pin down.
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Hekatonkheires Move Action: Stand up. Standard Action: Unarmed Attack vs. Sekhmet.: 1d20+7 16 25 - Harionago - Unconscious 16 - Sekhmet - Uninjured 8 - Impundulu - Unconscious 8 - Hekatonkheires - Bruised x1 5 - Tiamat - Uninjured
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Ghost Girl Toughness Save vs. DC 27.: 1d20+12 30 Move Action: Siobhan’s Shroud Obscure 4 (Visual Senses, 100' long, icy fog; Extras: Action [Move], Area [Cone, +0], Independent [+0], Flaws: Range [Touch]) [8PP]Standard Action: Chill of the Grave vs. Ice Monster.: 1d20+12 23 Drain Strength 12 (Extra: Affects Corporeal, Power Feats: Accurate 2) [26PP] (chill of the grave)That'd be a DC 22 Fortitude Save.
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Looking entirely too pleased with himself over Min's reaction, Erik shook his head as he sat down at the table himself. "She's got some reading to do, if you can believe it." Given the number of textbooks he'd seen his younger sister work through over the years he had a hard time believing there was still more medical knowledge for her to cram into her head but it seemed like there was always another journal or case study to work through. "She said it's just as east for her to do it over here. Plus I think she likes having me owe her one." Once Ellie had arrived and gotten settled in, the celebrating couple stepped outside. Zipping up the front of his tan jacket, Erik offered Min the crook of his elbow as they walked down the street, shops opening their doors for the day while the smattering of coffee shops died down from the initial morning rush.