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Hematite hesitated, trying to gauge how great a risk it might be to impart any more future knowledge. With a short huff, he decided that the line had probably already been well and truly crossed. "Troy. Uh, Hunter. Obviously." Grumbling unintelligibly under his breath, he followed Erin's gaze out on the snow covered grounds. "Look, you didn't exactly raise me to be the touchy-feely type but you did always say that if you're not frelling off one psycho or another you're probably not doing your job, yeah? So, y'know. There's that, anyway. Plus most of the twips downstairs seem pretty well adjusted," he added, pointing a gloved thumb over his shoulder in the direction he'd come, "so on averages you're doing alright." * * * * * Trevor met Sojourner's gaze with a subtly raised eyebrow before pointing silently at Travis, who responded with an equally wordless shrug. Good advice was good advice, after all, regardless of with whom it had originated. Mystery took a slow breath and nodded to the older time-traveler, giving the taciturn heroine a shy smile. "Right. I'll try. I might need a bit of time, though, okay?" Closing her eyes, the youngest of the descendents crossed her legs beneath herself, hovering a good meter off of the Manor's stone floor atop a billowing pillar of mist that spilled downward. "Ooh," Daybreaker observed approvingly, nudging his twin sister repeatedly with his elbow.
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The Impundulu struggled mightily against Tiamat's unyielding grip, wings beating against the street and talons scratching away at the dragon's claws. Nothing he did managed to move the larger monster by a single inch. "Now, hold a moment," the lightning bird squawked with feigned calm, still thrashing about. "Perhaps we have been hasty, yes?" Nearby, the Hekatonkheires unleashed a barrage of blows against Sekhmet with his hundred arms, no longer concerned about hitting his already battered ally. The massive fists cracked into the pavement as they struck from all sides, forcing slices of street up at unnatural angles where it had already been scored by the Harionago's blades. Without surprise on his side, however, he found himself unable to catch the nimble goddess, who wove around the hail of attacks with inhuman speed.
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Impundulu Toughness Save vs. DC 40.: 1d20+10 13 25 - Harionago - Unconscious 16 - Sekhmet - Uninjured 8 - Impundulu - Unconscious 8 - Hekatonkheires - Uninjured 5 - Tiamat - Uninjured
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"Probably not so much the screaming and stuff, though, eh?" Ghost Girl noted with a small sigh, lifting her knees in the air and adjusting her hovering to give the illusion that she'd seated herself atop Velkr's shoulder, a trick she'd perfected for plane rides and bus seats. "Still, sounds like a pretty fun place. Easier for a blue gal to blend in at least! Have to remember to visit sometime." As the group stopped at Heimdall's warning, Kimber slid forward and dropped back down to Temperance's height, looking about the snowy forest. "Um, I think I'll just keep my extra senses to myself this time, if that's cool with everyone? Do you see anything?"
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The Japanese ghoul struggled to regain her equilibrium as she grappled mightily against the divine lioness bearing down on her, metal tipped braids thrashing about and leaving a crisscross of thin gouges in the pavement all about them. "Get off, get off, get off!" the Harionago howled indignantly, panic creeping in amongst the rage in her voice. With a short, huffing sound somewhere between a predatory growl and a dismissive snort, Sekhmet shifted the weight of her feline form abruptly onto her front paws, knocking the wind out of the kimono wearing creature. With the Harionago pinned and disoriented, she seized a mouthful of twisting braids in her jaws and jerked the lean muscles in her neck. The short, violent gesture cracked the hair like a bullwhip, sending the skull it was attached to smacking into the street with an echoing crack once, twice and a third time. The ghoul lay limp, her prehensile tendrils twitching erratically in small spasms. "Rrr... How fares thy boldness against even numbers, I wonder?" the goddess taunted the remaining monsters as she padded nonchalantly off of her fallen prey.
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Harionago Dazed! Sekhmet Free Action: Maintain Grapple Move Action: Demoralize Harionago.: 1d20+11 17 Standard Action: Unarmed Attack vs. Harionago; Power Attack 2.: 1d20+5 15 Harionago Sense Motive vs. DC 17.: 1d20+10 12 Toughness Save vs. DC 24.: 1d20+6 10 That's a second Staggered, adding up to Unconscious. Impundulu Move Action: Opposed Grapple Check.: 1d20+16 31 Tiamat can't really fail that, so he's still Pinned. Hekatonkheires Standard Action: Unarmed Attack vs. Sekhmet.: 1d20+5 9 25 - Harionago - Unconscious 16 - Sekhmet - Uninjured 8 - Impundulu - Bound/Helpless 8 - Hekatonkheires - Uninjured 5 - Tiamat - Uninjured
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Kimber made a face at the old people flirting, sticking her tongue out slightly before schooling her features into something more polite. "Hmph, everybody gets a body but me," she groused under her breath but turned her attention to the surveillance photos when they were presented. "Gosh, that does look terrible," the poltergeist agreed, a note of worry lying at the back of her voice. "Can that happen? The whole place dying?" The question was largely rhetorical. She'd heard of such things in her studies but part of her had assumed it had been more a question of poetic license on the part of the writers than a literal phenomenon. Looking at the barren landscape, however, she was hard pressed to describe it any other way.
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Trevor started off after Erin as soon as she left the subterranean base but Hematite smoothly stepped in front of him. "Last thing we need is both of you off on your own right now," he pointed out, crossing his arms. "I'll go talk to her, anyway, seeing as we're all technically your fault, old man." "Oh there's an image we all needed," Daybreak commented, pulling a face and putting down his mug so he could cover his eyes with the freed hand while Hematite walked out into the mansion above, Blackbird winking out of sight over his shoulder for the time being. Without the surly strongman to hide behind, Mystery met Sojourner's gaze with a silent gulp, the misting effect around the edges of her dark hair intensifying. "Um. Yes? A-- a bit?" Holding her own mug with both hands the petite teenager took a long drink from her coffee to buy herself some time to form thoughts into words. "I'm still, um, growing into it, though? I don't know if I can do what you said..." She looked quite glum at the admission, staring down into the abyss of her cup. "Alright," Trevor assured her, finally looking away from the exit Erin had used to regard the time-travelers around the table. "Your age when I--" "Woke up with strange new eyes," Knightfall and Daybreak finished in unison, their own eyes filling in with black and red like oil pouring over water. Trevor paused, placing his hands on his hips. "...had this conversation before." Mystery nodded with a small, subtle smile. "I like the one where you accidentally turned into mist and crashed the Nazi helicopter into a tank." * * * * * Upstairs, Hematite quickly found Erin. "Hey," he greeted brusquely, expression suggesting he was at least partially regretting volunteering to go after her. "Sorry about the whole frell fest and all."
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"Haha, may have been some flipping off," Yelena laughed at Paige's confusion, a little too loudly and with an edge of hoarseness but genuine nevertheless as she elbowed Jav in the side. The polyglot snorted and covered one eye with a palm. "Oh hell, that charity dinner. You're just lucky Moore doesn't speak Ukrainian." His visible eye was surrounded by weary lines but this was a story he'd retold so often some colour seemed to return to cheeks. "Think you invented some new terms, anyway." When Keller emerged, LaMarr clapped the younger man on the shoulder, somewhat more gingerly than he might have normally. The haunted look on Archer's face got to the broad-shouldered hero even amid all the horror of the day but the bowman was a soldier, focused on the task at hand for now. "Likewise. We'll stop them here. Won't let it be for--" He was cut off by the distant explosion and the fresh wave of death and terror spilling out into his home. "Move! Move! Move!"
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Blinking a few times, Becky took a moment to recover from having her train of angst soundly and efficiently derailed. Money might not have been able to buy happiness but it certainly helped to minimize the obstacles in the way. With some trepidation she began to allow herself to think past the present, considering the possibility that this time things might actually work out, that she could afford to be hopeful about the future. A little voice in the back of her head that had nothing to do with the supernatural parasite bonded to her spirit insisted that there must be some sword of impending doom hanging over the whole affair but Eve's face nuzzling into her neck effectively silenced it. "Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are when you're all resolved?"
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With a much put upon Avro curled up against the cold in one of her cloak's voluminous sleeves, Ghost Girl hovered slightly over the giants' shoulders, matching speed with the sled. She was still wavering about a bit and largely quiet except to give brief directions, attempting to gather her strength and regain some measure of dignity. "So, um, sorry about the major meltdown back there," she eventually mumbled with a sidelong glance in Velkr's direction. "I normally make a much radder first impression, honest. I feel like a major dork for trying to spook your little brother now, too." The phantom's downcast expression was momentarily disrupted by a hailstone passing clean through her face, though she seemed too preoccupied to bother reacting, simply following Temperance downward and looking around the imposing forest.
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Becky's whole body shivered against Eve at the kiss, starting at her lips and rippling all the way down to her toes, skin humming like she'd been shot through with lightning while a low pitched sigh escaped from the back of her throat. "I don't want you to, either," she agreed huskily, craning her neck to run her teeth and the tip of her tongue lightly across the petite gymnast's shoulder. Just then Becky was having considerable difficulty imagining going two hours without Eve cuddled up against her let alone two years. With a familiar chill of dread settling into her heart, however, she shifted enough that she could look Eve in the face. "It's only... Eve, I can't move here. I needed to get special permission just to come to Freedom with my boss and she's bending some rules letting me be here without a... chaperone." She'd gotten cleared to be in the field and even accompany True North's senior members on international missions but there was a big difference between setting a potentially dangerous, uncontrollable metahuman loose against equally dangerous threats and another letting her wander around a foreign city without supervision capable of taking her down. "I'd never get a visa or any of that and... and I have responsibilities, too. I want this so, so much, I just... I don't know how..." The mournful look on her face threatened to dissolve into tears.
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Having just spent hours watching Hologram dismantle Omegadrone after Omegadrone while awash in sickly black energy it didn't take any of the members of 1-800-JUSTICE too long to make an educated guess as to just what had been setting off Lady Liberty's radiation detector. By the same token, having just spent hours fighting shoulder to shoulder with the self-proclaimed villainess against impossible odds none of them were inclined to make an issue of it. Wail wasn't particularly proud of where he'd gotten his own metahuman abilities and if ever there had been a day to risk drawing upon less savoury sources in desperation, there was not question that it was a day that had come. They could deal with any repercussions later, assuming there even was a 'later' for any of them. "Don't know about statues," he rumbled, keeping one eye on the bank door as he turned to Hologram, "but if you're looking for work after all this..." "We're trying to raise their spirits, not depress them, Keith," Jive cut in with an exaggerated drawl. He doubted the pair of would-be bank robbers had much interest in more honest work regardless, even if the current administration hadn't made it painfully difficult for them to make a living anymore. Given the threat they were facing down now, economic troubles suddenly seemed like quite the punchline.
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Mystery did not look convinced by Erin's assurances of calm but elected not to say anything about it aloud. The youngest of the time-travelers ducked her head down between her shoulders and focused quietly on the contents of the mug Trevor handed her, a little put off by the large gathering herself. Apparently unintentionally the ends of her dark hair, grown down past her shoulder blades, wavered subtly in the air, the tips of each strand turning into a wispy trail of inky mist. "Well hey, we can pretty much just hang out and smash some face in when the guy shows up anyway, yeah?" Daybreak chimed in optimistically, hefting his sledgehammer in his free hand. "The bad guy won't be expecting basically a small army wise to him. Way I see it we've already got this one in the bag!" "Don't be thick," Hematite grumbled in response, distractedly looking over his shoulder as he realized Mystery had been edging gradually to one side until she was half hidden behind him. "Even if Tensile's from as far forward as this Charlie Foxtrot goes, there should be practically infinite timelines shooting off between now and then but only six of us showed up. What does that tell you?" The black and gold wearing teenager paused for a moment to take a sip of coffee and consider. "Uh... What does that tell us?" "No idea, but probably nothing good." "Presumably in the majority of timelines Trevor Hunter and Erin White expired before they produced any progeny," Blackbird chimed in, her hologram placing an index finger alongside her chin while affecting a tiny mug of her own in her opposite hand. "The highly variable and hypothetically random timetable of the murder weapon seems well designed to impede further time-traveling interference." Trevor didn't bother to correct the choice of surnames; he suspected they would be running into similar slips again before the night was over and drawing attention to it only seemed more awkward. Discussing the method of his own murder was grim enough to keep his attention focused. "Hhn. Limited access to time-travel to begin with. Allies without... 'temporal inertia' unable to help." "Auntie Eve really, really didn't like sending me by myself but Auntie Alex said it was the only way," Mystery chimed in softly, looking up briefly and seeming to regret meeting a roomful of eyes. "They don't usually agree much anyway, though, and I, um, had to at least try to help. Right?"
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Ghost Girl gradually faded back into view, starting off as a faint tracing of an image, practically blending in with the snow and ice covering the street and slowly regaining more of her blue colouring. It was tough to tell with the transparent teen but comparing with the beryl freckles running across the bridge of her nose her face seemed a bit paler than it had before. If took another few moments of rocking back and forth, eyes squeezed tight, before she was able to look up at Temperance and form coherent words. "F-fire," she managed weakly, giving her head a shake. "Sorry, sorry, I... I saw Ymir die and it was all bigger than I expected and then there was fire and I'm - I'm - I'm not good with fire and I slipped and it was me dying again and I miss being able to throw up for real, yeaugh..." Waving away the offered hand with a game attempt at a grateful smile, the phantom got back to her feet unsteadily. "I, um, I think I found the Heart thing, though. Yay..." Raising a fist in the air she mustered what encouraging cheer she could for the giants and Aesir. "S'over that way, in the forest, probably? I think he might also be awake in there a bit, still, which I gotta say seems like a pretty raw deal. I can lead everybody to it if you give me a minute to focus on not screaming, 'kay?"
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"There," Sekhmet announced, holding the unfortunate and insensate shadow controlling impersonator off of the street by the collar of his sleeveless suit jacket. "Now even thee should have little trouble hitting the impertinent fool, liesmith." Smugness practically rolled off of the goddess in waves as she confirmed with some small disappointment that the metahuman had no more fight left in him. With a heavy sigh, Set snapped his fingers, summoning a gust of wind to blow open the lid of a nearby dumpster. "Indeed, Sekhmet, quite droll. The many and varied felines of the internets hold no candle to your wit, truly." Tossing her prey into the proffered receptacle with a meaty thud accompanied by a metallic clang, the warrior deity eyed the uncharacteristically sullen godling out of the corner of one smouldering golden eye. "Renewing thy old acquaintance proved to be one of thy less terrible notions," she offered conversationally as the pair began to walk down the street, neither bothered by the dark of night. "The Clock Queen has my favour, I believe." "Nice to see one bridge my elder self failed to burn to bitter ashes, aye," Set agreed, pursing his lips and folding his hands behind his back, simply matching the taller deity's longer stride rather than spurning them on with his more energetic gait. His poorly aimed sandstorm had clearly been a blow to his ego and not one he was taking well. "Raising the topic of burning," Sekhmet responded with overplayed nonchalance, "the recounting of thy meeting with the mortal Nero remains unfinished." That drew a wan smile from Set as he looked over at the goddess innocently avoiding his glance. "Surely She Who Mauls has little use for a half-remembered tale of worldly debauchery." He appreciated the attempt she was making but she was hardly skilled in the arts of manipulation and subtlety. Sekhmet snorted flatly, crossing her arms. "Ah hah, merely another hollow boast of little substance, then. As I thought." Raising her nose in the air she quickened her walk just enough that Set had to job slightly to keep up. The godling broke into a genuine smile with a shake of his head. Still not so subtle, perhaps, but credit where credit was due. Letting his hands drop back to his sides, he hurried after the statuesque warrior. "People said much the same of Rourke, you know. He made these titanic constructs of flame, great fiery beasts and monsters. The gossip was that he was surely compensating for something but I can assure you..."
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"Ooh, romance! Outrageous!" Kimber bobbed up and down in the air just behind Scavros as they headed toward the castle, clapping her hands. "You gotta dish about that when we're done! I bet the warrior lady types totally dig scars, eh? Ooh, or the warrior guys? Eh? Eh?" Looking back to her friends, the ghost shrugged. "Look, I'm dead, not... anyway." After listening to Tavra's emphatic proclamations the poltergeist was even gladder that she'd tagged along to the Silver Tree. "Haha, we should bring her along! She's all loud and goofy and fun! Plus she smells super afraid," Kimber added, sniffing the air while her eyes briefly turned an unsettling, lifeless pearlescent white, "so she'll probably even behave if she thinks we'll protect her from the scarier bad guys. I guess that's why she wanted to talk to the Swi~i~ift!" She dropped her voice into a singsong baritone as she intoned Eve's title. Looking back over at Tavra, the phantom snapped her fingers. "Oh, hee, sorry, probably shouldn't talk about you like you're not there, eh? You can call me Ghost Girl. Ooh, ooh! Can I be like Ghost Girl the Glamorous or Ghost Girl the Ghoulish or something? What's the rule for that, is it like nicknames where you can't really give one to yourself or it's weird?"
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Impundulu Opposed Grapple Check.: 1d20+14 18 DUN DUN DUN 25 - Harionago - Staggered, Dazed, Pinned 16 - Sekhmet - Uninjured 8 - Impundulu - Demoralized, -2 Defense, Bound/Helpless 8 - Hekatonkheires - Uninjured 5 - Tiamat - Uninjured, -2 Defense
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Impundulu Sense Motive vs. DC 28.: 1d20+10 23 He fails, which puts his Defense at 9, so! Give me an opposed Grapple check! 25 - Harionago - Staggered, Dazed, Pinned 16 - Sekhmet - Uninjured 8 - Impundulu - Demoralized, -2 Defense, Flat-Footed vs Tiamat 8 - Hekatonkheires - Uninjured 5 - Tiamat - Uninjured, -2 Defense
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"So, spatial warp tech, huh?" Daybreak whispered discretely to Hematite, leaning toward the other young man slightly. "Recognize some of the design. Did you not get any super-strength? That's rough, buddy." Hematite made a motion with his jaw that suggested grinding teeth before answering under his breath, "I can bench press a tank, 'buddy'. The suit is to keep me from accidentally taking off somebody's head when they annoy me. Which is often." "Um, you two should probably be paying attention, don't you think?" a small voice suggested from the testy time traveler's other side, causing both he and Daybreak to look over with a start. Perhaps sixteen, the petite teenage girl wore a black jumpsuit topped with an equally dark cloak and hood not unlike the one Knightfall wore. The featureless mask she removed with one hand was of a smooth, porcelain-like material while her other hand supported a tray carrying two steaming pots of coffee and several stacked mugs. "Interesting," Blackbird repeated, walking across empty air to Hematite's other shoulder to get a closer look. "I did not detect the approach of this individual." Redbird made a grumbling and largely unintelligible comment to the same effect while Travis raised an eyebrow. "One of you learned some stealth, at least. Beginning to worry." Behind the mask, the sudden new arrival was obviously the youngest of the time travelers, favouring Trevor's side of the family as she blushed a sooty black at the focused attention, her raven hair held back with a dark blue headband. "I'm, um, Mystery. I got here while Sojourner and Tensile were introducing themselves to Mom but she looked pretty upset already so I thought maybe it would be better if I just hid until everybody calmed down a bit?" There was a note of question in her voice as she steadied her heavily laden tray with both hands. "I made coffee in the meantime if anyone wants some?" Stepping over with long strides, Trevor leaned down and took the tray from Mystery, setting it down on an unoccupied section of the Manor's control board. "Very good idea. Thank you, Mystery." Setting about pouring, he looked around the room. "How does everyone take it?" The chorus of 'black' the echoed back sparked an unfamiliar feeling of familial pride he wasn't sure how to process.
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"Ooh, ooh! A giant heart is just a really big dead thing and dead things are my specialty!" Ghost Girl announced, clapping her hands and giving the visiting Norse an enthusiastic thumbs up. "Give me a minute and I bet I can track it down, no problem!" Concentrating, the specter's eyes turned a milky white as she scanned the area, turning about in midair. As she spun about to face the direction of Wharton State Forest, Kimber abruptly stiffened with a surprised gasp that moments later turned into a pained shriek of terror! "AIEEE!" Plummeting out of the air as if gravity had suddenly decided to reassert its hold over her, the ghost huddled into a ball on the pavement in front of the giant ice boar before winking out of view. Yowling, Avro forced his way frantically out of Temperance's arms and ran across the street and began butting his head into his mistress' invisible form. "Mrrowr? Mmrrr..."
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"Meat, am I?" the Impundulu replied with a crowing laugh, for all he seemed a bit unnerved now that he was actually looking at Tiamat in her true form. "We'll see who feasts upon whom, won't we?" Diving downward, he struck at the dragon with his talons, looking for purchase against the larger winged monster. Still grumbling, Gyges stomped his foot as he planted himself more firmly and tried to pry Sekhmet off of the Harionago with the arms on his left side but pulled back as the tornado of writhing braids and raking claws continued to fly. "Grah! Enough of this!" The arms on his right side took dozens of combined jabs in Tiamat's direction, giving her more to worry about than the giant vampiric bird alone.
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Impundulu Standard Action: Charge Tiamat, Initiate Grapple.: 1d20+10 17 Opposed Grapple Check.: 1d20+20 38 Hekatonkheires Standard Action: Initiate Grapple vs. Sekhmet.: 1d20+7 9 Move Action: Startle Tiamat.: 1d20+10 28 25 - Harionago - Staggered, Dazed, Pinned 16 - Sekhmet - Uninjured 8 - Impundulu - Demoralized, -2 Defense 8 - Hekatonkheires - Uninjured 5 - Tiamat - Uninjured, Pending Grapple Check, Pending Intimidate Check
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"Aw, thanks! You can call me Kimber, then!" Ghost Girl replied with a smile that stretched from ear to ear. As the poltergeist looked from Revenant to Comrade Frost her eyes briefly went a pale, milky white. "Ooh, I get it, you're dead, too, Lucy! Neat! That makes-- actually, no, that doesn't really explain anything." Resting her chin in her palm, she tilted her head slightly to one side. It was always nice to meet new undead people but the summons hadn't made it sound like a social call. "You said you needed us specifically for a thing? Do you need to like scare some living bad guys or something?"
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Since they're looking for a dead guy's heart and all, might Kimber get some utility out of Super-Senses 4 (Detect Death [Mental]; Extras: Extended 1 [100'], Radius, Ranged) [4PP] + Super-Senses 4 (Postcognition; Extra: Affects Others, Flaw: Limited [Moments of Death]) [4PP] (Nick’s Necrovision) ? EDIT: Notice check.: 1d20+11 24
