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The Omegadrone's blasts incinerated LaMarr's blazer and the shirt beneath it, leaving smouldering tatters hanging from his broad chest as they hammered into the man himself. It didn't feel like burning, some distant part of him noted over his own pained shouts, it just felt like dying. "Keith!" Jav was by his side immediately, helping his stay steady even though they both knew perfectly well the taller man weighed too much for anyone else to really support his weight. "Nnh. M'alright. I'm alright," Wail assured him, squaring his stance and waiting for his vision to stop swimming. "Get behind me." Taking a deep breath, he bellowed at his attackers, "That all YOU'VE GOT?!" The shout crashed into the flying formation like a bowling ball into pins but the drones were righted and firing again almost immediately. Almost as frequent as the sound of entropic lances blasting, Yelena's signature ZAM! sounded again and again as she jumped from drone to drone, in the thick of their ranks. Each teleportation was followed by her cybernetic fist hitting armor like a bell tolling, disappearing again a split instant before they could reciprocate. Trailing behind was a stream of angry Ukrainian curses, fading into the din of the larger battle.
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Sekhmet Free Action: Shift to lioness form. Move Action: Run forward. Standard Action: Unarmed Attack vs. Harionago. (1d20+7=22) Harionago Toughness Save vs. DC 22. (1d20+8=23) 25 - Harionago - Uninjured 16 - Sekhmet - Uninjured 8 - Impundulu - Uninjured 8 - Hekatonkheires - Uninjured 5 - Tiamat - Uninjured
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Wail Standard Action: Sonic Scream vs. Omegadrones. That's: Damage 13 (Extras: Area [General, Cone, 130ft], Linked [stun]) [24PP] + Stun 9 (Extras: Area [General, Cone], Linked [Damage]) [27PP]DC 28+2=30 Toughness and DC 19+2=21 Fortitude. Jump Move Action: Acrobatic Bluff. (1d20+10=28) Standard Action: Zam Bam Thank You Ma'am vs. Omegadrones. (1d20+13=26) That's: Damage 0 (add to Unarmed Damage 7; Extras: Area [burst, Targeted], Autofire [+1], Selective Attack) DC 22+2=24 Toughness, plus any Autofire depending on how that Acrobatic Bluff works with these group mechanics; I don't really know!
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"Bah, cooking, cleaning. No fit tasks for a matron," Sekhmet scoffed, giving Richard one of her many variations on a disapproving look. "The Clock Queen be a creature of action, that much tis clear enough." She still didn't think hanging out the betrayer's old partners in crime was wise but there was a principle of respect for an elder, accomplished warrior to be observed. "Got the idea for the oil paintings from Amir, the treacherous good-for-nothing," Set recalled, pursing his lips. Typhoon might have been a backstabbing parasite of a man in the godling's book but he'd certainly had a flair for opulent decorating. "Truly, they were for the cultists more so than myself. ...more recently I may have sized some photographic self portraits for use as wallpapers for my followers on the Tumblrs. Tis merely good self branding!" Looking about the apartment again, he coughed slightly and adopted a look of innocent contemplation. "Need it truly be someone's dwelling? Mayhaps tis a naturally occurring apartment, birthed spontaneously into the world!" Sekhmet met his supposition with a low growl emanating from deep in her chest. "Peace! I shall leave an appropriate sum as we depart. Tis akin to an unexpected, extremely brief subletting agreement, hm?"
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While the dragon and goddess were picking themselves up off of the pavement, the Asian woman leapt through the gaping hole they'd left in the pane glass and dashed toward them. She had changed less in some ways than her titanic compatriot but she was taller and thinner now, with limbs just a little too long to look natural and boney fingers that elongated into deadly points, her outfit transformed into a pale kimono. Most dramatically her braids were now several meters long and writhing horribly like a twisting pile of serpents, with each braid tipped with a glinting metal razor barb. Sliding to a halt in the middle of the road, she hissed, revealing a mouthful of pointed teeth. "Die for you impertinence!" Whipping her head about, she sent a flurry of barbed braids flying at the two heroines like machine gun fire. Both Tiamat and Sekhmet stayed one step ahead of the barrage but the barbs dug easily into the pavement and tore free again, leaving sizable gashes in the road.
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Harionago Move Action: Run out of the bar onto the street. Standard Action: Prehensile Hair Attack [Targeted Cone] vs. Tiamat and Sekhmet. (1d20+8=14) I believe that misses both of them. In the meantime, Teagan knows all the things! She can recognize and name all three of the monsters - at least once the Impundulu makes his presence known - and their respective cultures of origin. She also knows it's really bizarre to see the three of them together, even setting aside whatever they're doing disguised as humans in Freedom City. None of them have any glaring weaknesses to speak of but she rolled well enough to add in any details you think are appropriate. Going to get an IC post up for the Harionago but then feel free to hit the IC with Teagan 'speaking as a free action' before combat continues. 25 - Harionago - Uninjured 16 - Sekhmet - Uninjured 8 - Impundulu - Uninjured 8 - Hekatonkheires - Uninjured 5 - Tiamat - Uninjured
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Ghost Girl Sense Motive check. (1d20+15=34) Notice check. (1d20+11=21) Bluff check; +4 w/ Attractive. (1d20+8=22) So effectively 26 if Attractive applies!
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"Tis... not inaccurate," Sekhmet allowed at Clock Queen's introduction of her, the corner of the stern warrior's mouth twitching into something that might have been a small smile in spite of herself. There was something undeniably amusing about the elder Cline's manner, the goddess was forced to admit internally. "Thy... 'show' has been of some interest, Son of Cline, informative in the ways of scoundrels in this modern age. She Before Whom Evil Trembles be no trained performer, however." "No poaching talent, young Richard," Set tutted. A look of genuine despondency had flickered across his face at the mention of Horus but he'd forced it away quickly enough in favour of a broad smile of perfect teeth. "We can talk show business anon. And do these appear to be the abs of one who overindulges?!" The hand not around Anna's shoulders indicated his bare torso with a flourish. "My elder self merely got us a bit dead. Probably. God stuff," he reiterated with a look toward Clock Queen. "Before you stands the hipper, pared down reboot, with considerably better casting and writing, if I may! I'm terribly heroic now, heart of gold, the whole bit." "Tongue of silver," Sekhmet corrected flatly, crossing her arms and glaring with one smoldering, golden eye. "Concern thyself not, mortal, I am present to hold the betrayer to his outlandish claims of reformation." "Together we battle evil and all around nastiness! Tis an excellent pitch, truly."
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"Phaw! Unlike some other Ancient Egyptian 'gods', we actually look North African! Truly, I ought to sue," Set rebutted rather hotly, smoothing an eyebrow with one finger and adopting a cross expression that inevitably gave way to a wide grin moments later. "Little Richard Cline! You've grown taller." "Thy stature merely be diminished, liesmith," Sekhmet reminded him with a faintly feral smirk that noted her pleasure at the opportunity to needle her charge. From the reactions of Clock Queen and Set she'd surmised the new arrival was no threat. Upon consideration, he even looked vaguely familiar to her. "I have seen thy visage on the flickering nets, mortal." "It can be both!" Set insisted, placing his hands on his hips and adjusting his shendyt slightly. "And tis Netflix, Sekhmet. Ra's morning breath, I swear you do that on purpose. But you!" Turning back around, he pointed a finger accusingly at Fast-Forward's nose. "You should should show your mother more respect, young man! One of the greats, right here!" Placing an encouraging hand on Clock Queen's shoulder the godling couldn't resist returning her earlier smack with the other. "Ho, 'fit and firm' was well spotted! Do you partake in the pilates I hear so much about, Anna, because tis remarkable, truly."
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Wail Toughness Save vs. DC 29. (1d20+13=33) LaMarr is sending the Omegadrones his drycleaning bill. Do you want to get an IC post up for the invaders, AA?
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Eliza needn't have worried about Kimber, as a translucent blue figure in a tattered reaper's cloak over an incongruently fresh looking, super-heroic body stocking and domino mask flew through the air toward the rampaging boar. The creature perched atop the specter's shoulder wasn't quite a cat, with a mix of russet fur and quills and a dangerous looking scorpion tail wrapped across the back of his mistress' hood to help hold him in place. "Hey there, big fella! I'm Ghost Girl," she introduced herself in a soothing tone, floating backward and matching speed to stay just in front of the massive ice monster. "You seem super worked up about something but you can't just go smashing people's stuff, okay? Do you maybe wanna talk about it?"
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Ghost Girl: Initiative. (1d20+3=15) Avro: Initiative. (1d20+2=8) Ghost Girl Free Action: Quick Change, Drop Morph. Move Action: Fly over to Vetrgoltr. Standard Action: Untrained Charisma check to calm Vetrgoltr. (1d20+2=17)
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Haha. Well, hit me with any Knowledge rolls you'd like to make, while we're at it.
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Sekhmet: Initiative. (1d20+5=16) Hekatonkheires: Initiative. (1d20=8) Harionago: Initiative. (1d20+13=25) Impundulu: Initiative. (1d20+6=8)
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The braided woman placed her hands on the table and began to rise, eyes narrowed. When she spoke her voice was quick and keen, razor sharp in its enunciation. "You should be more careful who you laugh at, you--" "Dragon," the lounging man interrupted, his manner unperturbed and his voice velvety smooth as he tilted his head to one side and ran a hand through his hair. "How intriguing! And you said our talents were being wasted, Gyges." The big bald man scrunched up his face in a grimace, groaning as he cracked his neck and rolled his shoulder. "Tartarus. The boss is gonna have my right arms for this @#$%." The next thing Sekhmet could recall, she and Teagan were flying backward through the shattered remains of the bar's front window and onto the street outside, sending shouting mortals scurrying in all directions. While feline grace managed to put her feet under her before long, she had the distinct impression of having run face-first into a stone wall. As she gathered her wits, the Greek followed them outside, stepping over the windowsill with legs the size of tree trunks. His form continued to distort and grow as he straightened from his hunched posture in the open night air, taller than the five storey building behind him. From each shoulder grew dozens of muscular arms, each ending in a clenched fist and in defiance of reason moving in perfect coordination. Clad now in a simple skirt of folded cloth, the giant looked down on his targets and shook his massive head. "Wrong place, wrong time, girlies."
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"Hoo, Nero. A name I've not thought on in ages, truly." Set rested his chin in one hand and considered for a moment, frowning slightly in concentration. "Now there was two pounds of crazy in a one pound canopic jar, I must say." "In the 'best way'?" Sekhmet inquired dryly, at least moderately placated by Clock Queen's interrupted attempts at praising her. "Nnnnno, not as such," Set admitted with a small wince, before turning back to Anna waggling his eyebrows. "Still hit that. Say what you will, Rourke was never lacking in enthusiasm! Hm, may have been some shapeshifting involved, unless I'm getting confused... Those snakeskin bustiers weren't all bad." With a sigh, Sekhmet finally gave in and took a long drink from the pilfered wine. "Well, regardless! Lockpicking and dirty jokes are fine skills to pass down! Worked out well enough for young Richard, did they not?"
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For rolls!
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"Phaw, I spy a young lady as fit and firm as ever," Set scoffed, accepting the drink and draining it. "You'll not fool anyone playing up your age." Clock Queen's sly question for Sekhmet, however, drew an angry snarl from the goddess, who stepped forward still in humanoid form but suddenly with the head of a lioness, lips pulled back dangerously from bared fangs. "Mortal, hold thy tongue before an arbiter of ma'at lest thy--" "Hold, Sekhmet, hold!" Set cut in quickly, placing himself between the two women with upraised hands and a pleading look for the incensed warrior. "No harm meant nor done, aye? Law and order be as much a part of Sekhmet's nature as storm and sand and stunning good looks be mine, Anna," he continued for the retired thief's benefit. "The mauling point? Not merely good buzz, hm?" Narrowing her eyes, Sekhmet snorted disdainfully but shifted back to her previous visage and adopted a less threatening posture. "As for my reformation, you will find me quite genuine, I assure!" Keeping on eye on the irritable goddess, Set returned to answering Clock Queen's question. "My elder self had... issues, frankly. Not a flattering phase in the least. There comes a time one must consider one's legacy!" He offered Anna a broad smirk and a raised eyebrow. "'Straight' may not be the word, truly. Good though Set may be, so too be he bad! In the best sense."
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Wail found he couldn't even form a curse to shout as the scene became clear, the part of him that took note and formed opinions temporarily retreating violently to the back of his mind. Instead it was an inarticulate roar of shock and rage and terror that spilled from his lips, generating a wave of force the swept over the charred and tortured remnants of the park. He wasn't sure if it was the powerful attack that made his lungs and throat burn or if it was the ash and smell of burnt flesh in the air. One Omegadrone's armor collapsed inward from the blast while another was sent toppling backward to fall on its pike but there were two more to fill each empty place in the ranks as they continued to pour forth. Jav stood shellshocked for a beat as they came upon the massacre, his sharp gasp silent next to Keith's bellow. It wasn't until a drone had fought its way through the sonic screamer's wake of fury that muscle memory took over and he darted forward to rain a flurry of precise blows on themonster's exposed joints. The Omegadrone wavered as one leg gave out from beneath it but it still had ample strength to levels its weapon at the martial artist before with a ZAM! Yelena appeared to tear the arm holding the pike clean off of the drone's shoulder with her own cybernetic limb. "The whole city is under attack!" she cried over the chaos, disappearing again and reappearing near another drone, which received a fist of metallic knuckles to its inner elbow before she was gone again. "Dead, everywhere!" Jive ducked under a blast of screeching energy to fire off another batch of rabbit punches as Wail took another deep breath. "How can there be this many?!" he managed, eyes darting about as he tried to take in every little movement and step, staying only just ahead of the onslaught. "Can't let up!" Wail insisted, letting out a series of shorter, sledgehammer-like shouts at individual Omegadrones. "Can't lose momentum!" Already sweat was beading across his forehead, his shoulders rising and falling with his exertions.
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Alright, Initiative as needed: Jump: Initiative. (1d20+7=14) Jive: Initiative. (1d20+4=6) Wail: Initiative. (1d20+6=16)
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"That shirt is totally outrageous!" Kimber gushed, bouncing up on the balls of her feet and only just remembering to make sure her animated body language remained inside the confines of her sun-blocking parasol. She'd affected a screaming neon pink sleeveless, strappy with a black triangle print for herself and was pleased to meet anyone who could appreciate her fashion philosophy. "We're mostly just here to keep an eye on Corbin, hee! He gets tied up in just the craziest trouble when we're not around, I swear!"
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Gina accepted the puckish gesture of affection with good humour, chuckling briefly. "I didn't fall for a French swordsman with no past because I frown on eccentricities, nuera," she assured Min. Strange a pair as they might have been, it was in moments of whimsy and jocularity she could best understand why her son was so taken with the dryad. "Though, much as I find I enjoy listing things one cannot be too old for these days, I do think some allowances might be made after a millennium or two, particularly if you're willing to flatter me now and then."
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"Oy, the snakes. The Ra blighted snakes be the only thing anyone recalls," Set sighed, returning the embrace with a slight restraint in deference for Anna's advanced years that disappeared as she took advantage of her hands' proximity to the back of his shendyt. "Ho! Nobody ever got fresh with my elder self like that, you know!" he smirked, wagging a finger in decidedly mock protestation. "Which probably explains the dreadful mood he was always in. Oh, and then he died! Well, I died. We died. I think." Shrugging mightily, he idly scratched his jawline with one finger and followed Clock Queen into the apartment. "Tis all a bit... swiss cheese, honestly. God stuff, you know: an exciting light show at the time and then rather hazy in the retelling." Sekhmet stalked in just behind him, closing the eye behind the fringe of her asymmetrical haircut as though it would somehow stem the tide of prattle. "...tis not thy dwelling, I suspect, mortal," she noted, looking about and making a displeased face. "Ah yes, may I present milady Sekhmet, the Mistress of Dread, Lady of Slaughter, She Who Mauls... Am I forgetting one?" His question was met with a loud, warning growl, so Set soldiered on. "And more recently, my sidekick!" "I be thy jailer, wretch," the goddess hotly corrected, drawing up to her full height in a way that flexed the muscles in her base shoulders. "Papyrus, pa-paw-rus," Set dismissed, leaning against what looked like a wet bar or island countertop. "She's here to make sure I have truly turned over a new leaf," he explained to Anna, "on pain of kckk." He drew a line across his own throat and lolled his tongue for a moment, not looking overly concerned about the prospect.
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"Haha, there now!" Set laughed, jogging across the way. "Moving on up, did you catch that? Classic Anna Cline!" With a snap of his fingers, a gust of chilled January air swept up a few pieces of loose debris lying about the docks, forming floating steps for him to run up and swirling about as he passed to continue his blustery walkway. Sekhmet made a flat, long-suffering sound in the back of her throat as she shifted seamlessly into her tawny furred lioness form. "Timeless humour, truly," she drawled, the fang-filled feline mouth lending a extra bite to the sarcasm. Bounding after the excitable godling, she dug preternaturally sharp claws into the slight ledges created by the rows of brick, making her own more direct way upward. Nimbly stepping over the railing like a J. M. Barrie enthusiast, Set landed on both sandal clad feet and threw his arms in the air, thick red dreadlocks bouncing behind his wide grin. "Clock Queen! I should have known the years would be kind to you, haha!" He was followed moments later by a considerably less jovial jungle cat looking more like something out of Rudyard Kipling's work, who took a moment to brush a bit of mortar from her claws before resuming the form Anna had spotted earlier.
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Kimber dropped the branches in her arms to the ground the moment the sound rumbled past and if it was a little surprising that they fell to the snow so smoothly without catching on any of her heavy winter clothing the energy with which she bounded back over to the first snowman certainly distracted from it. "We should totally go check it out! Somebody might need help! C'mon, Avro!" The tabby accommodatingly leapt from his perch onto his owners shoulder with feline grace, claws and superb balance keeping him in place as she raced on, shouting, "Adventuuuuure!"
