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"How sure be thee of thy bearings?" Sekhmet asked wearily, arms crossed but posture as upright as ever as she followed being the redheaded godling peering at each waterfront warehouse they passed. "Eh... Eighty, eight-five percent, mayhaps?" Set, looking back and forth between the map on his smart phone's screen and the numbers on the large buildings. "Many years have passed and I was likely dead for some of them! Likely. Hmm... Twas a speedboat, but my elder self may have only borrowed that from ol' August. Barely used vehicles, truly, but minions have to get from point alef to bet, haha!" The taller deity had remained suitably unimpressed ever since her charge had received the message. "So eager to relive thy past trespasses with a fellow reprobate, deceiver?" she practically growled, glad her human form dulled the worst of the dock districts varied scents. "Bah, Anna tis hardly even a criminal!" Set insisted, waving his empty hand airily. "Well. She did break an awful lot of laws, I grant you. Just... whoo, so many, truly. Aheh." Sneaking a look over his shoulder at the war goddess, he offered a winning smile of perfect teeth. "Ah, but you shall like her! She has swords! You like swords!"
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"The fault of the Tubes of Thee, perhaps," Sekhmet supposed, though the narrowed looked she was giving the hulking Greek suggested she was less than convinced. "When last that title was spoken in that tongue, no less than Artemis was the speaker. Name thyself." "Hey, lady, I dunno what yer talkin' about, okay?" the bald man insisted, using one hand to flick some of the liquid pooling on his shirt down to the barroom floor. "Ya just startled me. Just tryin' to have a damn drink with my friends over there, see?" He pointed over his shoulder with the thumb of his other hand to indicate a table where a willowy Asian woman with row after row of long, dark braids adorned with metal beads that matched her numerous silver piercings sat leaning forward next to a handsome black man with sharply defined lightning bolt shaped streaks of white hair at his temples that accentuated strong cheekbones, who lounged nonchalantly in his chair with a natural smirk. With her attention drawn to them, it didn't take long for Teagan to notice the distinct wiff of sorcery about all three of the strangers even over the numerous odours of the bar, especially since it smelled very much like magic which allowed the dragon to walk about in human guise herself.
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As stars streaked downward to earth from the midday sky, Miss Byrd came running out from the stables with a massive two-handed battle axe at the ready. When the lights coalesced into humanoid forms, at least some of the familiar, she came up short, balancing the weighty weapon over one shoulder. "Guests, then, sirrah?" she asked Midnight, sounding a little disappointed she wouldn't have a chance to cave in a skull or two. Midnight grunted an affirmative as he dismounted and helped Blue Jay follow suit, filing the particulars of the mystical teleportation for later when he had time to consider them in depth. Handing the reigns off to the red haired woman, he led the rest of the heroes to the trunk of an ancient tree, wider around then the Night Charger was tall at the head. Gripping a particular spot on its moss covered truck and pulling he revealed a cleverly hidden door and downward staircase that descended underground and out of sight. A piece of tinder from one of Midnight's pouches lit a torch attached to the wall just around the first corner, casting the pitch black passageway in ominous, flickering shadows. Using the flame to light additional sconces along the way, he eventually brought the odd group to a massive subterranean cavern. Handing off the torch to Hronos, the young masked man pulled on a great length of chain. Metal clinked throughout the echoing cave along with the squeak of several objects slowly rotating. From some unseen source at the far end of the cavern a shaft of daylight bounced from one massive mirror to another as they aligned to illuminate the entire space well enough to operate. In the dim light provided by the mirrors, the heroes could see table after table of glass beakers and tubes, strange liquids and unknown metals, weapons of a dozen far off cultures and a forge that would have made any professional blacksmith jealous. There were also a handful of iron cages and heavy shackles. "Put her there."
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Becky's breath caught audibly in her throat as Eve came closer rather than pulling back. The screeching, howling voice in her psyche seemed only more enraged by that. Coiling its terrible psychic mass, it lunged for the spot where Eve's mind touched its host's, baring the conceptual abstractions of a million million claws and fangs eager to tear and rend. It had barely started forward however when its chains snapped back hard, reeling it back, kicking and screaming, to a dark corner of the mindscape. Leaning against her, Eve could feel Becky's frame subtly shift as bones and muscle retracted back into more familiar proportions. The brunette raised one hand, flexing it open and closed experimentally. "This... is the most I've felt like myself in a long time," she admitted quietly between slow, cautious breaths. "Thank you."
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Trevor had poured a cup from the carafe Corbin had offered him mostly to be polite but by the time their host had finished what sounded like an explanation that had been practiced over and over in the speaker's head in moments of quiet dread the black haired young man had drained a second mug and had the coffee machine brewing a second pot. Silently letting Corbin make it through the entire thing, he remained quiet while Mark and Erin filled the expectant pause with questions. Eyebrows lowered slightly over the lenses of his sunglasses, he studied the ring bearer's face for signs of age he might have missed before. The new pot was full by the time he felt compelled to speak himself. Topping off Corbin's cooling mug, he took a step back. "Sounds rough. Glad you made it back." That out of the way, he sat down at the table and began making headway on a third cup.
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"Oh, I couldn't!" Kimber insisted. She was pretty sure she really couldn't, at least not without giving herself away. Pretending to hold or carry something with her immaterial hands was one thing but imitating the resistance of pushing something into compacted snow seemed like a trick she probably wouldn't get right on the first try. "Why don't I look from some branches to use as arms? I bet the wind has knocked loose some good ones!" Avro, meanwhile, had decided to leave Eliza's pea coat along long enough to scramble up the back of the snowman, leaving a row of matching claw marks in his wake, to stand atop its head. Pawing idly at the snowy scalp, he seemed quite pleased with his new vantage point, tail swaying back and forth with subtle flicks for emphasis.
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The iced over Igneous let loose as close to a blood curdling shriek as his dense, resonant chest was capable as the draugr fell upon him while the others followed up with a chorus of curses and oaths. About half of the locals looked ready to flee in terror while the other half seemed resolved to battle this fresh horror, mixed evenly amongst what had been two battling groups moments before. "I can guarantee you none of these dry veins were there for any of that," a sandpaper rough voice replied to Frost's rhetorical questions before the scene could descend into bedlam. Over the hill that led down into the city proper strode an Igneous in a long coat, chainmail links clinking as he walked from somewhere beneath it. He wasn't quite the largest of the rock people they'd seen so far but where some of the others had the slabs of muscle that came from heavy labour even the surfacers present could recognize the build of a trained brawler. Bright silver scales accented his temples, contrasting with dusky granite and coal black eyes. Not far behind him hurried a half dozen more Igenous in less weathered versions of the same outfits, clearly a uniform of some sort, though none of them carried any obvious weapons. "Go home," the lead Igneous shouted at the rival groups. "Now. Save it for the Senate." They quickly complied, either out of respect for his authority or simply glad to have an excuse to escape. "Name's Ijolite and about all you need to know is I'm the law down here. Now I can guess what brings her half-royalness to come slum it but why don't the rest of you explain what the pit you think you're doing in my city?"
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Jack of all Blades / Jill O'Cure (1) >The Family You Choose (1) Midnight II (8) >Reunions and Waffles (1) >Medieval Times (7) Wail (3) >Embrace the Silence (3) Ghost Girl (6) >Night Rings (1) >Polar Vortex (5) Set / Sekhmet (3) >Fearsome Five by Five (1) >Getting Your Shots In (2) GM / NPCs (4) >Fearsome Five by Five (1) >Molehills (3) Roll the GM and capped characters' posts to Set to push him past 15 and give him the Ref Point as well, please.
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"Oh, I was sort of a foreign exchange student, I guess you could say!" Kimber explained as she turned her back to Eliza and began working on another snowball for the snowman. With her hands out of sight it was a lot easier to pretend to actually be using them rather than her phantom telekinesis to gather and roll the snow together. "Anyway, I graduated but I'd made so many friends here and I didn't really have any reason to head back home just yet, so I stuck around! Did you grow up here?" In short order she had a snowball larger than her head but it was tricky to roll it about without accidentally letting her immaterial hands pass right through its solid mass.
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Midnight looked down from atop the great black charger, gaze boring into the young archer even though his face was inscrutable behind the scarf and plague doctor's mask. "Later," he agreed tersely, smoothly bringing the horse around. "Told I am not myself at present. I but follow milady's lead." He gave Wander a courtly half-bow from his seated position, a gesture apparently devoid of affectation or irony. Knowing full well Erin hardly needed to be riding to keep up, he extended a hand down to Blue Jay, offering to help her onto the back of the horse. "Pray your aim be true as John of Aberdeen, bow-woman. This was but prelude."
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At Errant's assault, Heka let out a defiant snarl that morphed into a pained cry as the telepath switched tactics. Falling the rest of the way to touch down on the ground, collapsing to his knees, disoriented and bloodied. As the sorcerer's mystical force field began to flicker erratically, Set hopped down from his perch and ambled over, snapping his fingers airily and causing the violent storm to abruptly dissipate. "Hark now, old son, I appreciate the tenacity you're showing on behalf of the old kingdom," he remarked, brick red bangs dripping with absorbed rainwater, "but this truly hasn't gone your way. Better to-- wait." As the godling watched the flickering of Heka's shield extended to the ancient magister himself, Heka's robed form disappearing and reappearing like an ailing light bulb. "Sekhmet! Failsafe spell!" Set shouted, breaking into a sprint but it was a moment too late for any of the heroes to act as Heka blinked out of view entirely, leaving his four incapacitated teammates and a stretch of ill treated street behind him. "Hm. Well, tis what I would have done, too. Clever fellow!" Set muttered quietly to himself, hands on his hips as he turned to the rest of the young heroes. "Even so! Four of five, tis a passing grade! Because tis a house of learning they stole from, haha!"
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"Aw, don't be like that," Erik laughed as he moved a few bowls and dishes used in the making of dinner to the sink. "One of these days we'll graduate you to a pair of big boy pecs and you'll finally understand." Vince made a scoffing sound from the monitor, his head now comically out of scale with the torso of bulging muscle below it. "Ha, all this posing and posturing," he said in a very thick and very fake Eastern European accent, "but how much RAM are you puny meaty men running, huh?" ----- "Don't tease her, corazon," Ellie chided Mara as she reached down to place a hand on the reticent Yolanda's back. "I'll get all jealous and catty. Was there something you wanted to ask Liz, Yoyo?" The young girl made a bit of a face, torn between being pleased at her official inclusion in the conversation and annoyance at having her well-concealed motives revealed. "Did you really build Chris's big flying ball all by yourself?"
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"Oh, I know a thing or two about blizzards!" Kimber assured Eliza with a broad wink down at Avro before dissolving into laughter. "Aheeheehee!" The feline responded by looking up with an oddly human looking grin and a short laugh like sound of his own, once again with a noticeable brassy tone the other young woman couldn't quite place. "Mrr mrr mrr!" "Heegheehee!" "Mrr hrr mrrh!" The laughter went on for a few moments past long enough to be distinctly unsettling before Kimber abruptly stopped and explained, "See, 'cause I'm from Thunder Bay, originally! In Canada? It gets a lot colder there than it does here! And dead things aren't so bad! They can even be pretty great!" The strange girl and her pet fell back into cheerful laughter.
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Heka Will Save vs. DC 22. (1d20+4=15) 27 - Guy Fawkes - Unconscious, Bound 27 - Errant - Bruised x1, 1HP, Fatigued Next Round 23 - Heka - Brused x6, Dazed, Staggered, Blinded, Demoralized 18 - Set - Bruised x1, 0HP 17 - Temperance - Bruised x1, 2HP 14 - Sekhmet - Bruised x2, -2 Defense, Fatigued 11 - Diehard - Unconscious 11 - Khania - Unconscious 10 - Blackfire - Unconscious, Entangled 4 - Glamazon - Bruised x1, 0HP
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He could Surge for a Standard Action and attack again, if that's what you mean, sure. Just give me an actual OOC post with the attack he's using, the save type and DC.
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The large pane windows of the bank shattered inward with the deafening boom, raining shards of glass horizontally across LaMarr's back, slicing long rips in his white blazer while bouncing off of his super dense muscle tissue. The less durable citizens still in the bank shouted in pain and surprise, thrown from their feet to the floor. Spinning about and tossing his sunglasses aside, he tried to decide what he was looking at with gritted teeth. Cline and his partner were there on the street, having fled the scene in the span of an blink but having made it far. Just beyond, a cloud of debris blocked his view even as the screams reached his ears. "Jimminy Cricket!" he exclaimed, pulling the damaged door from its metal hinges as he pushed it aside and forced his way outside. The plumes dotting the skyline proved that this was no single disaster but rather something engulfing the entire city. "Overwatch!" Yelana announced over the cacophony of chaos, disappearing with a ZAM! and heading for the bank roof, trying to get a better view of the situation. The ex-mercenary had always been the most tactical of the trio and quickest to react to and attack with decisive action. Hesitating for a moment over whether or not to waste time on the would-be bank robbers, Wail scowled and began heading toward what had moments before been a park. "Jav, hang back and--" "Please, like that's going to happen," the polyglot scoffed, having already crossed the distance from the back counter to the door with typical speed and grace. "Something just picked the wrong neighbourhood to mess with, huh?" Snorting rather than bothering to argue, LaMarr lowered his shoulder and charged into the cloud. "Damn straight!"
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Heka Will Save vs. DC 17. (1d20+4=19) Go ahead and post IC, Absurdist. 27 - Guy Fawkes - Unconscious, Bound 27 - Errant - Bruised x1, 1HP 23 - Heka - Brused x5, Staggered, Blinded, Demoralized 18 - Set - Bruised x1, 0HP 17 - Temperance - Bruised x1, 2HP 14 - Sekhmet - Bruised x2, -2 Defense, Fatigued 11 - Diehard - Unconscious 11 - Khania - Unconscious 10 - Blackfire - Unconscious, Entangled 4 - Glamazon - Bruised x1, 0HP
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"Avro's a little sweetheart, hee!" Kimber agreed with a sunny grin. "Well, unless you're a small bird," she amended after a moment's though, raising a mitten to her chin and considering. "Or a medium bird. Or a squirrel or a mouse or a bunny or mole - or maybe a vole, I'm not sure what the difference is really - oh, and there was that poor badger..." The tabby leaned into Eliza's fingers as she scratched behind his ears, less out of a loud though oddly brassy purr. His mistress abruptly recovered her train of thought and bounced up and down on the balls of her feet so lightly she didn't even disturb the falling snow. "Oh, gosh, sorry! I'm Kimber! I'm totally great to meet you! Isn't this weather outrageous?!"
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Midnight regarded the opposing champions as they arrived with a slightly tilted chin and a moment's pause. "...the Queen." Watching Erin surge forward and attack the monarch without reservation, he let out a short, sharp breath and flicked their reigns in his gloved hands. "High treason, then." Galloping forth and deftly zig-zagging around the temporally frozen foes, he tossed a trio of plum sized glass globes into the air, where they burst directly in front of Le Fay's face with brilliant flashes of white light, blinding and discombobulating her. "Quickly," he urged the others fighting on their side, "before the entire city comes for our necks."
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"Yes!" Sekhmet agreed emphatically, slammed her palm into the table again. "Those words thou speaks! I deem them good and true! So!" Twisting in her chair, the goddess surveyed the room with golden, squinting eyes. "Rrrrr... Ha, him! The purveyor of spirits, the..." Frowning, she struggled to remember the term Set had used for the vendors at the coffee houses he insisted upon visiting with annoying frequency. "The barrister! His features be pleasing enough and he possesses a station not unlike the head attendants of my own temples in days past. Passable!" Hitching the knot in her plaid purple shirt under her bust and tossing her asymmetrical bangs with a flick of her chin, Sekhmet paused long enough to slap the table a third time for good measure then stood and began a confident walk toward the bar. Focused as she was on her task, she failed to noticed the mountainous slab of a man turning from the bar with three shot glasses cradled in each of his sizable but evidently dexterous hands. Dexterous enough to salvage one of the half dozen drinks when they inevitably collided, at least, while the remaining five stained his sleeveless jacket. "Gah! Watch where yer walking, ya--" Looking up with an angry grimace, the bald man met Sekhmet's eyes and nearly bit his own tongue in surprise. "<Cronus' damned teeth, the Lady of Slaughter?!>" he sputtered in what the goddess dimly recognized as archaic Greek. Taking a step back, Sekhmet placed her hands on her hips and studied the suddenly nervous man's face. "Do I know thee...?"
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Midnight II Move Action: Demoralize Medea, DC 30 with Skill Mastery. Free Action: Arrange Gadgets: Dazzle 10 (visual) [20PP] (flash-bang flasks)Standard Action: Dazzle vs. Medea. (1d20+10=27)
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Unimpressed by the musical interlude, Avro regarded Kimber flatly and wiggled about until she let him jump down to the snowy sidewalk. Despite finding himself buried up to his haunches, the cub decided it had been a victory and began leading the way, tail upright like a periscope. "Mrrnf!" "Easy for you to say!" the incognito poltergeist giggled as they continued down the sidewalk, sticking out her tongue to catch a falling snowflake. The ice crystal passed right through her unhindered, actually solidifying rather than melting, but it was the thought that counted. Smiling broadly at everyone she passed by, she made little tweaks to the winter clothes she was affecting, adding a pair of bright periwinkle mittens and a matching scarf that by all appearances looked to be knitted from wool. Pleased with the results, she wiggled her hands in front of her face before continuing along her way. Never really bothering to pay attention to where she was going, Kimber eventually found herself in Port Regal. Spotting another young woman rolling the second sizable snowball of a snowman, she clapped her hands and skipped over to get a closer look. "Ohmigoodness, that's going to look so rad!" Avro contented himself sniffing curiously about the hem of the snowman builder's pea coat.
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"New generation of crime looks like manchild playing dress-up in mother's hand-me-downs," Jump opined with an annoyed harrumph that took on a different context as she reached over with her cybernetic hand and effortlessly tore loose one of the metal bars from in front of a teller's station. With another golden flash and ZAM! she was behind Fast-Forward, swinging her makeshift weapon with inhuman speed and strength. That speed was no match for black and white clad criminal but even as he nimbly dodged the attack Cline found his sternum colliding squarely with Jive's knee traveling in the opposite direction. He may have joked about the numerical disadvantage but the semi-retired crime fighters moved with a synchronized precision of twenty years of battling side-by-side, only enhanced by Javeed's ability to precisely read every twitch, glance and tensing muscle as easily as a flashing neon sign. Nigh untouchable though Fast-Forward was, super-speed was a poor match-up against opponents who could be where you were headed before you began to move. "And you said there were no good clubs left in the city these days!" Jive quipped in the middle of a backflip that abruptly changed direction as he pivoted on a downward arm in a display of acrobatic showmanship. Meanwhile Wail was ushering panicked civilians out through the opened front doors, his sure stance and commanding voice impossible to miss even amongst the confusion. "Name-dropping the only other black hero you can think of, you Vanilla Ice-looking fool?" he retorted with scorn the reverberated throughout the echo chamber of the bank. As the crowd thinned out, he crossed his arms and placed himself between the fighting and the only obvious way out, calling to his teammates, "He's supposed to have a partner." "Hey, that's right, the gal pal!" Jive agreed, tossing off a flurry of rabbit punches while Jump winked back into view long enough to put another dent in the counter top. "Quick, Cline, whatever you do, don't look where she's hiding in front of the body language reader!"
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Kimber Storm was having a fantastic day. Really she considered just about every day a good day but even with that relative standard in mind things were looking pretty great. Freedom City rarely got quite cold enough for the Canadian poltergeist's tastes but the recent plunging temperatures had been positively invigorating. What's more, not only was the steady snowfall beautiful, the dark grey clouds provided enough shade from the sun that she was able to go out and about without needing her umbrella to hide her ghostly, translucent self! She didn't even try to hold in a bubbly laugh as she skipped down the sidewalk quickly enough that no one had a chance to nice the distinct lack of footprints she left in her wake. She'd asked Indira if she'd wanted to come along but her roommate had had other things to take care, which was probably just as well. Even best friends needed some time apart now and then and when neither of them had to sleep and one of them could walk right through walls, that personal time required a little more doing. Which wasn't to say Kimber was entirely alone, as attested to by the put upon yowl from hood of the winter coat she had affected. Avro poked his head out to look over her shoulder, his own small glamour giving him the outward appearance of a mundane tabby kitten, before snorting and curling back up into as small a furry ball as possible. "Aw, don't be like that, Avro!" Kimber teased, scooping the protesting manticore out of her hood scratching him behind the ears. "Do you wanna build a snowmaaaaan~? C'mon, let's go and plaaaaay~!"
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The tinkle of bells announcing the opening of the bank door was almost lost amongst the din of panicked patrons but the unusually loud footfalls, slow and measured, cut through well enough. The silhouette that appeared in the fog was tall and broad-shouldered, coalescing into black man in his late thirties calmly undoing the buttons of his white blazer to let the coat hang open over a fuschia t-shirt. "Get down?" he rumbled in a resonant bass, an eyebrow lifting to occupy the space between large sunglasses and a flattop fade. "Cline, you wouldn't know how to get down if I beat you over the head with a boombox." The open thread was underscored as Keith LaMarr cracked his neck audibly and smacked one fist into the opposite palm. A brief flash of golden light as bright as any of Hologram's pyrotechnics burst on the far end of the counter Fast-Forward was standing atop with a pitched ZAM! In its wake two more figures stood, the first grinning as he leaned nonchalantly against the second, the colours of his backwards Flags baseball cap clashing intentionally with the three neon hues of his windbreaker. "Haha, not speedy enough to avoid getting served, huh?" Javed Randeep laughed light-heartedly, plucking a potato chip from the small open bag in his hand. The red haired woman in the high-necked black top and high-waisted jeans seemed much less enthused to be there, shielding her eyes with sunglasses and raising a hand to her forehead with a grimace. The hand caught the light, gold and metallic up past the cuff of her long sleeves. "Not so loud, Jav," Yelena Vostok demanded with a Ukrainian accent still heavy after years living in the United States. "Ugh. You could not rob this bank when I am a little less hungover...?" Her large hoop earrings jostled as she moved slowly but her outfit displayed a fit, athletic build for a woman circling the first half of her forties. "Look on the upside, Lena," Jav suggested, still smiling as he straightened and adopted a loose but ready martial stance. "At least these jokers are good publicity! Phones aren't exactly ringing off the hook lately."
