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There was a long silence after Lady Liberty spoke, so heavy with tension it physically hurt at the back of molars and in the pits of stomachs. That aching numbness settled over the weary group like a a rising tide, cold and smothering until Jav spoke up. "Well. As inspirational speeches go, that..." "Was bloody terrible," Yelena finished dryly, finishing wrapping a utilitarian field bandage around the worst of Keller's open wounds and walking back over to her teammates. It was a weak joke, delivered without the energy left for wryness or wit but among 1-800-JUSTICE at least a sliver of that tension eased. They'd played out variations of this same conversation a hundred hundred times, whenever things looked grim. Jav breaking the silence with a quip, Yelena playing the grumpy realist with a stern rebuttal. They'd done more than fought side by side over the years, they'd lived their lives together through trials wildly fantastic and crushingly mundane, family in any way that mattered. Both turned without realizing it to look over at Keith, already knowing what came next. "Good news for you," the broad-shouldered man told Lady Liberty, standing a little straighter despite the pain in every muscle in his back, "these tin can wearing, pointy stick throwing, murderous @#$%s picked the wrong damn neighbourhood to open their little peekaboo hole." Raising his voice just enough for it to carry throughout the bank, LaMarr continued, "This is Lincoln. And we're 1-800-JUSTICE. People here know what we stand for. We. Don't. Break." Jav actually managed a wan smile as he glanced to the red, white and blue clad New Yorker. "You're taking notes, right?"
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The Harionago skittered back away from the gout of flame with a hiss, using some of her braids like spider's legs to propel herself more quickly. She found herself thrown backward even more quickly as a missile of rippling fur and muscle crashed into her midsection. "Never take thy eyes from the Lady of Slaughter in battle!" Sekhmet growled triumphantly as the pair tumbled end over end in a flurry of claws and metal barbs. "Wretched mongrel!" the Japanese ghoul raged in response, razor tipped braids cracking like whips against the lioness' legs and sides. Undaunted, Sekhmet took the attack without flinching, expertly pinning the Harionago's more conventional limbs to the street and digging in. The feline goddess craned her neck to look up at the lightning bird. "Thy words were poorly chosen, buzzard. Now Tiamat shall leave not but ash and gristle and ruin thy meat."
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Frost wasn't waiting long before a translucent blue head poked through the room's closed door and looked about. "Jams, this place has so many rooms... oh! There you are! Hello!" The ethereal form of Ghost Girl passed effortlessly the rest of the way though the wall, tattered reaper's cloak fluttering about feet that floated a short ways off of the floor. "I'm Ghost Girl! But I guess you knew that," she mused, pursing her lips slightly as she took stock of the small room, gliding through the air as one thing or another caught her attention. "So you must be Mr. Peshkov, right? Or do you like Mr. Frost better? Dan- er, Mr. Storm told me a bunch about you. ...some of it was good!" The sunny smile the immaterial teenager gave the seated draugr did its best to be reassuring though his sensitivity to temperature couldn't miss the distinct chill that radiated from her like a rolling fog. "Oh, before anything else, I should make sure: you're not a robot, right? The last time I was here a really big jerk of a ghost tried to irradiate my friends and then his friend turned out to be a robot and honestly I didn't like any of that much at all." Her expression was one of perfect earnestness as she waited expectantly for his answer.
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Harionago Sense Motive vs. DC 37.: 1d20+10 28 Standard Action: Prehensile Hair Attack [Targeted Cone] vs. Sekhmet.: 1d20+8 27 Sekhmet Toughness Save vs. DC 23: 1d20+7 27 Standard Action: Unarmed Attack vs. Harionago.: 1d20+7 27 Improved Grab: Opposed Grapple Check.: 1d20+16 29 Harionago Toughness Save vs. DC 27.: 1d20+8 14 Opposed Grapple Check.: 1d20+12 27 Sekhmet Move Action: Demoralize Impundulu.: 1d20+11 27 Impundulu Sense Motive vs. DC 27.: 1d20+10 21 25 - Harionago - Staggered, Dazed, Pinned 16 - Sekhmet - Uninjured 8 - Impundulu - Demoralized 8 - Hekatonkheires - Uninjured 5 - Tiamat - Uninjured
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"Oh, good," Becky laughed softly, her voice dropping into a deeper husky rumble against Eve's neck as she ran lips and teeth and tongue lightly over the gymnast's collarbone. Letting her hands continue to explore in the direction the white haired young woman's movements had guided them, she stretched out until she'd gotten he knees under her to either side of Eve's thighs. Becky briefly considered scooping the telepath up in her arms and carrying her over to the couch or looking for an actual bed but quickly decided that after such a wait the plush carpet of the penthouse apartment was a perfectly sufficient venue to show exactly what she'd been wanting to do all that time. Quite a while later, Becky lay on the floor curled up around Eve with he arms crossing tightly around the Frenchwoman's stomach, her morphic molecule costume serving as an admittedly poor makeshift blanket. Eve could feel the northern heroine's smile against her shoulder blade and the low, rolling sound reverberating deep in her chest sounded suspiciously like a satisfied jungle cat's purr.
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Jack of all Blade / Jill O'Cure (2) >The Family You Choose (2) Midnight II (17) >Reuinions and Waffles (1) >Medieval Times (2) >Midnight Dynasty (14) Wail (7) >Embrace the Silence (7) Ghost Girl (16) >Night Rings (3) >Polar Vortex (11) >Necklace of Ropes (2) Set / Sekhmet (19) >Fearsome Five by Five (1) >Getting Your Shots In (3) >Double Dutch (15) GM / NPC (7) >The Family You Choose (1) >Molehills (1) >Appetites (3) >Getting Your Shots In (2) Ref Point and rollover can go to Set.
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With an abrupt smile, Kimber was immediately back to her five foot eleven self, floating at eye level with the elder jotun. "Aw, you think? Was 'impudent whelps' too over the top? I don't get a lot of honest feeback, y'know?" Turning to the younger brother, she placed her hands on her hips and gave him a more stern look. "I'm sorry to scare you but being a pet owner is a big responsibility and you can't just let Snorri there run into traffic like that! Please be more careful, okay?" When yet another strange figure appeared on the street, Avro raised his head in interest, butting it into the bottom of Temperance's chin and making an inquisitive sound. "Hello!" Kimber called with a big wave, flying between the two giants to get a better look. "He was actually just about to say when you interrupted him, I think. I don't want to be the Canadian telling everyone to be more polite but honestly you guys, what would your mothers say?"
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Flying over next to Temperance, Kimber frowned at the frost giant's rudeness. Turning to the hydrokinetic she turned sunny and held Avro toward her with outstretched arms. "Hi, I'm Ghost Girl, hold my manticore for a minute and close your eyes, okay?" With Avro seemingly perfectly content to curl up in the crook of Temperance's elbow with a brassy purr, the poltergeist turned back to the jotnar with a dangerous gleam in her eye, sniffing the air in an unsettling manner. "Who are we?" she asked in a voice colder even then the frosty air of the blizzard, hovering higher off of the ground. Her tattered reaper's cloak billowed outward and the phantom's entire form swelled and stretched horribly like a skeleton trying to claw its way out of its flesh. By the time she settled she was on par with the giants, standing easily two storeys from the street. Her features took on an ageless, regal quality, her hood a great horned helm, her costume an archaic winter cloak trimmed in fur. Something about the gauntness of her cheeks and the pupil free glow of her eyes spoke of death now more than ever. "Who are you, impudent whelps?!" she boomed, hair streaming wildly behind her. "Mind your tongues, for you are not in Jotunheim and there things far larger, far colder and far more deadly than you in the Nine Realms!"
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Alright, spending an HP and stunting Growth 8 (Flaws: Dispersal [-2]) [8PP] off of her Friendship is Magic Array, using her Morph to look like her best guess at Hel from the jotnar's fears and her own Arcane Lore, then use Emotion Control 12 (Extras: Area [Perception, +2], Flaws: Range [Touch, -2], Sense Dependent [Vision], Drawback: Power Loss [in Sunlight, -3]) [9PP] set to Fear - giving Temperance a head's up to cover her eyes first - for a DC22 Will Save.
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"Man, thunder stolen," Daybreak sighed in disappointment, patting Knightfall on the shoulder as she braved the brunt of Erin's frustration and not coincidentally hiding a bit from that venting himself. Taking stock of the rest of the room, he whistled and began pointing with his free hand, nudging his sister with his elbow. "Hey, that guy's got a robot arm! And that guy's got like a little Redbird hologram lady!" "Hello. I am Blackbird, a Furion autonomic machine intel--" "Hey, don't talk to that twip, c'mon!" Hematite interrupted Blackbird, running a hand over his face in an expression of annoyance that made him look an awful lot like Erin for a moment. "What, just 'cause Scarface over there says it's fine we're throwing the not-messing-with-timelines plan out the frelling window?" Daybreak pursed his lips in an expression of dismissive nonchalance. "Aw, chill out, buddy. You're like our weirdly angry alternate future brother guy, yeah? That's not that bizarre. Oh, hey, you ever been to Earth-XX? You'd think having a twin sister would make that less wacky but it super does not." Blackbird continued to maintain her composure next to Hematite's shoulder. "Fascinating. The convergence of so many temporally inert individuals is presumably quite anomalous." Trevor had let his shoulders slump completely by the time the newest pair of arrivals had introduced themselves and could find little response to the twins other than shooting Erin a vaguely apologetic shrug. Glancing over at his grandfather, he accused, "Enjoying this." "A bit, a bit," Travis admitted with a small chuckle, a little hoarse but genuinely amused. "Alright now. Sure you're all trained better than to stand about shouting and giving your, ah, mother a heart attack, hm?" he continued to the room at large, fixing each of the time-travelers with a stern look. "All here for a reason, time to get organized." "Woah," Daybreak whispered to Knightfall, gulping slightly. "Midnight, original blend."
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Groovy. She's also going to use Super-Senses 6 (Detect Fear [Mental], Extras: Acute, Analytical, Radius, Ranged, Tracking) [6PP] of the brothers because they're being rude and that may very well call for a haunting.
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What does Knowledge (Arcane Lore) check.: 1d20+10 26 get Kimber regarding the Frost Giants?
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At Tensile's glib response, Trevor began massaging his temples with a silent sigh. Somehow, invariably, every alternate dimension and divergent timeline they encountered found a new and unsettling way to make his love life a topic of discussion. Between the unexpected visitors' statements and what the Manor's sensors could tell them things at least seemed to be adding up but facts aside he was having some difficulty wrapping his mind around the idea of being married with children. Not sure if this is more or less awkward than meeting Lucky Strike and her team... Catching his would-be father's exasperated look, Hematite defensively spoke up, "Hey, it's not my fault this got all weird! This was supposed to be in and out, thank you mysterious stranger whose identity we may never know." Raking a gloved hand through his hair he regarded the two time travelers standing next to Erin. "Man, I don't even look like that guy anyway." "In fact," Blackbird corrected, apparently handling the unexpected turn of events in stride, "cursory facial analysis of bone markers and core hereditary features suggests a ninety-seven point--" "Machine intelligences do not... procreate as do organics," Redbird interrupted, her holographic avatar communicating how unsettled she was by the notion. "You have not explained your existence, 'Blackbird'." "Ah," the smaller hologram intoned looking suddenly at a loss for immediate words. "That may be best left unsaid, Grandmother." Travis' soft chuckle at Redbird's sputtering reaction to that was cut short by the alarm wailing back to life. The elder Hunter silenced it again with a few swift if somewhat stiff keystrokes and regarded the display for a moment. "Incoming," he called, leaning heavily against the control board and pointing his cane at the space between Trevor and Erin. Where Tensile had appeared in a sphere of crackling neon light, the point Travis had indicated started as a single point of cool, white energy that rapidly extended into a spiraling line that in turn formed a flat disk floating parallel seven feet above the floor. From it fell two figures as if jumping through a porthole, each of them nimbly landing in perfect sync as the disc vanished above them. "No cause for alarm!" the first of the pair assured the room as he straightened. A strapping young man in perhaps his late teens, he wore a sleeveless burnt gold uniform accented in black that exposed well toned muscles that hefted the gleaming sledgehammer-like weapon balanced on his shoulder. A matching domino mask sat between a flashing grin and short auburn hair. The young woman beside him, by contrast, wore a long black coat over purple, the shadows of its raised hood concealing most of her features apart from a pale chin and long hair in the same auburn shade spilling over her shoulders. "We're here to-- wait. Who're all of you supposed to be?"
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Floating around behind the Vetrgoltr again, Kimber scooped up a protesting Avro with her poltergeist telekinesis and twisted about in the air so that she could slip her ghostly hand into the boar's back. Flying back toward its head she ran her insubstantial fingers along the monster's spine, draining the strength from what passed for its muscles until she was once again hovering in front of its face, hands on her hips and glare disapproving. "Well?" The beast continued forward a few more steps but eventually its knees began to wobble then buckle as it collapsed to the ice covered street, wounded and tired.
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"What, all of them?" LaMarr blurted incredulously, struggling to process what he hearing. He hadn't been any great fan of FORCE Ops brutal style of vigilantism, egging on the arms race with the criminals in the city but with the masked heroes of his generation forced into retirement they'd been the only organized group actively trying to stem the crime wave washing over the city. With Freedom now transformed into in a desolate battleground it was hard to accept that the paramilitary extremists were simply gone. "I mean... damn." "Here, bring him into the bank," Yelena instructed, motioning Richard over to the doors. "No telling if any of the hospitals are still running." Javeed placed a hand over his eye and visibly forced his breathing into a steady rhythm. "Can we... can we try to evacuate people somewhere? The vault is fortified but we can't hold out there."
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Kimber is using Nick's Necrovision from her lesser array: AP: 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) Notice check.: 1d20+11 30 She also has: Super-Senses 4 (Counters Concealment [Visual, Flaws: Limited (Undead)], Darkvision) [3PP]
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"Oh, I'm a pretty sympathetic sort alright but if I'm going to do something, I like to see it through. Guess you could say I just don't like leaving unfinished business!" told Ion, tone chipper but her eyes trained on the spot where the shade had briefly appeared. "I'm pretty good at helping other people wrap theirs up, too, if they want to tell me about it," she added a little more loudly. She'd had just about enough of playing along with the odd trio but with a little luck she hoped she'd be able to find out a little more about what was really going on before things came to a head. If she could help out a fellow ghost at the same time, that would be even better!
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Sekhmet's roar was met with a high pitched avian cry as a dark shape flew out of the bar's window and unfolded into the night sky. The bird was the size of a full grown human with a proportionally massive wingspan of black, red-tinged feathers and a long, narrow beak like a spearhead. "Ah, dragons," the creature chuckled, wings disturbing the air as he hovered in place, "so proud, blood so hot!" With another, more violent flap of his wings he sent a sudden bolt of blindingly bright lightning lancing down at Teagan's feet, the harsh crackle of electricity mixing with his resonant laughter. Meanwhile, the Hekatonkheires named Gyges stomped forward with considerably less mirth, sighing at the smaller beings racing about at his feet. "Just hurry it up. Bad enough we're gettin' caught makin' a scene like this." Bending over slightly he sent dozens of trunk sized limbs reaching for Sekhmet but the more nimble lioness was able to stay just ahead of his grasp, momentarily halting her attack on the Harionago.
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Impundulu Move Action: Fly out of the bar. Standard Action: Lightning Attack vs. Tiamat.: 1d20+8 15 I believe that's a miss. Hekatonkheires Move Action: Step forward. Standard Action: Initiate Grapple vs. Sekhmet.: 1d20+3 7 25 - Harionago - Uninjured 16 - Sekhmet - Uninjured 8 - Impundulu - Uninjured 8 - Hekatonkheires - Uninjured 5 - Tiamat - Uninjured
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Not a lot she can do against something immune to ice, so lets try this again. Ghost Girl Move Action: Demoralize Vetrgoltr.: 1d20+7 22 Standard Action: Chill of the Grave vs. Vetrgoltr: 1d20+12 20
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Avro let out an annoyed warble as the massive boar continued to buck about, forcing the diminutive manticore kitten to hunker down and dig in his claws just to keep from flying off of the monster's back. It offended the little predator's sensibilities that a full dose of his venom had failed to bring his quarry to its knees. He enjoyed a challenge as much as the next manticore but at some point other creatures just needed to learn their place in the order of things. With a brassy growl he bit down on the icy hide his venom had weakened, ripping away with his claws and teeth.
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Becky broke the kiss first with soft, shuddering gasp as Eve's fingers traced the lines of her back and side, the muscles there tensing in response to the telepath's touch. She had a brief, irrational fear that she was dreaming, still in the coma that had eaten months out of her life but the racing heartbeat pounding in her chest told her otherwise. Nuzzling her face into the gap between Eve's chin and clavicle while her fingers tightened around the elastic waistband of the Frenchwoman's pajama pants, she murmured, her breath hot against Eve's neck, "This is probably weird to say, but you smell really good."
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Travis consulted the monitor next to him as Erin rounded the corner with her two quests. "Mmh, chronitons again. Not the same chronitons, though." He looked from Tensile to Sojourner then back over to Hematite, a faint twitch of something that might have been amusement pulling at the corner of his mouth, mostly obscured by his well trimmed goatee. "Beginning to make sense." "They're not with us," Hematite insisted, dropping into a defensive stance and raising two clenched fists, immediately spoiling for a fight. "Frell, they're probably the ones I'm here to stop!" "Stand down," Trevor ordered, a clipped demand without raising his voice. The costumed time-traveler jumped to attention without question, looking a bit awkward the moment after as he realized what he'd done. Looking at the pair Erin had brought down side by side, pieces slowly started to slide into place in Trevor's mind. "Mask off. Now." Hematite looked like he was about to protest but thought better of it, reaching under his chin to pull back a cowl that hung behind his neck like a wetsuit's hood, revealing the fuming visage of a man in his early twenties, jaw stubbornly set and dark auburn hair disheveled from his mask. The third face filled in some gaps left by the other two, a similarity between Hematite and Tensile's noses, the way the former and Sojourner set their shoulders while sizing each other up. All three could have easily been siblings, Trevor realized. "...your parents. Who exactly?"
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"There, see? Furion AMI, which makes us the good guys," Hematite reasoned impatiently, crossing his arms across his chest. "Can't let somebody ice the Silver Tree's favourite power couple before their time and I pull the short straw because my-- because I'm partially immune to time... stuff." It was fairly clear the masked man struggling both to avoid revealing anything about the future he shouldn't and with his own lack of technical knowledge. His holographic companion supplied, "Hematite possesses a form of partial temporal inertia thanks to his parentage. This grants him resistance to wide spectrum reality alterations and within small windows of opportunity theoretically repair temporal anomalies without--" "They get the idea," Hematite snapped, pinching his nose through his featureless mask. "If I do this quick and clean I should be able to get back to my present except you and m-- Wander will still be alive." "Theoretically," Trevor noted, circling around far enough to reach an equipment rack and discard his pieces of broken furniture for an actual pair of escrima sticks. He still wasn't entirely buying the intruder's story but he clipped the weapons into his belt rather than keep them in his hands as a show of good faith. Hematite's shoulders bunched slightly at the implied question and he rolled them stiffly in a way that struck Trevor as vaguely familiar. "Yeah, well. Worth it either way. Gotta do the right thing even if it's hard, yeah?" "I know of every autonomic machine intelligence born in the Terminus," Redbird interjected, retracting the cannons she'd produced back into the once again sleek body of the motor cycle while a projector unfolded from the front fender to produce a hologram of her humanoid avatar. The statuesque redheaded Furion planted her hands on her hips and glared accusingly at her smaller counterpart. "I do not know any Blackbird." "I was not born in the Terminus but on Earth," Blackbird clarified, turning around while walking on empty air around Hematite's shoulder. "Nor have I been born yet, in this time frame." Travis gave the sort of weighty harumph that could only be produced through a combination of age and experience. "Sound like Tom, anyway. Walking on eggshells, keeping things cryptic. Who do you look like under that mask, hmm?" The elderly chemist certainly seemed to have a theory even if he was keeping it to himself for the time being.
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Avro the Manticore Kitten Standard Action: Claws and Teeth vs. Vetrgoltr.: 1d20+11 23 That's: Damage 3 (Extra: Penetrating 5, Power Feat: Improved Critical 2, Mighty, Variable Descriptor 1 [claws, teeth]) [12PP] (claws and teeth)For a DC 20 Toughness Save. Let me know if he needs to do anything to stay perched on the Vetrgoltr's back.
