Gizmo
-
Posts
11,085 -
Joined
-
Last visited
Content Type
Profiles
Forums
Freedom City Guidebook
Freedom City PBP: A How-To Guide
Gallery
Events
Everything posted by Gizmo
-
"Wait, you're supposed to have a costume on underneath before you rip off your shirt?" Erik exclaimed with exaggerated surprise, slapping his forehead with the hand not holding a kitchen knife. "Boy do me and my sculpted pecs feel embarrassed." Yolanda looked between Chris and the fencer, sticking out her tongue in an expression of severe disapproval. "You guys are gross," she decreed, brow furrowed and tone sober. With a grin, Erik ruffled the girl's hair, knocking a few strands loose from the braid Ellie had helped her pull it back in. "Yup. You still love us, though." "I'm gonna go talk with the girls," she sighed, not quite hiding a small smile as she scampered out of the kitchen and into the front room. Chuckling, Erik went back to work finishing off the meal's preparations. "Oh, hey, little late to be asking but does Liz have any, y'know, food deals? Allergies, vegetarian, whatever?"
-
Heka Intimidate vs. DC 24. (1d20+15=20) Toughness Save vs. DC 24. (1d20+8=22) 27 - Guy Fawkes - Unconscious, Bound 27 - Errant - Bruised x1, 1HP 23 - Heka - Brused x3, Staggered, Blinded, Demoralized 18 - Set - Bruised x1, 0HP 17 - Temperance - Bruised x1, 2HP 14 - Sekhmet - Bruised x2 11 - Diehard - Unconscious 11 - Khania - Unconscious 10 - Blackfire - Unconscious, Entangled 4 - Glamazon - Bruised x1, -2 Defense, 0HP
-
Wail LaMarr made a flat sound of dismissal at Richard's assurances but shook the gregarious speedster's hand warmly all the same. Even after so many years it was a little strange not to think of Fast-Forward and Hologram as criminals but friendly faces from the past were few and far between these days. Not like they were ever the worst of that bunch anyhow. He gave a nod across the hall of Cannonade and Gabriel, vaguely pleased to recognize some of what looked to be a distressingly youthful crowd and made an exaggerated, preening show of smoothing his eyebrows with a thumb. Paige's hug he accepted with the brief hesitation of someone who rarely made such gestures, moving to one side and further into the Hall as a masked woman in a dark dress stepped in behind him followed by a towering figure covered in forest green chitin, putting Wail in the unusual position of actually looking slightly upward at someone. "Jiminy Cricket, as if I don't have enough new names to remember each September," he rumbled with a subtle curve to his lips. "I am, and well enough. Back out on the streets when the occasion arises and wondering how I ever convinced myself I could stop for good." The shrug he gave the television hosts was clear: they were what they were, regardless of passing time. "You've got a boy around school age now, don't you?" He'd been out of the loop as far as gossip amidst their shared circles went for a while but that seemed about right. "Someone's retiring or pregnant," he predicted as Beth flew off, recalling more than one faculty farewell party. "Or both."
-
Khania let out a loud, high pitched grunt as Glamazon's blow connected. By contrast Errant's mental assault drew a shocked, almost silent intake of breath. Both sounds were quickly followed by the aggravated alien princess falling out of the air and landing atop the fallen Blackfire with a dull clang amid the howl of stormy winds and staccato of heavy rain. A city block away, Heka cursed in ancient tongues as the tatters of the robes shredded by Sekhmet's attack whipped chaotically about in the storm. "Damn your eyes, heathen beast!" he roared, firing bolts of mystic energy about wildly, pitting the road and taking out chunks of nearby building. One bolt struck home, catching Sekhmet along the shoulders of her lioness form but the divine avenger only growled dangerously in response. "Speaking from experience, oh cantankerous cueball," Set called from atop the roof of a parked car, "no one likes a villain who knows not when to shut up and lie down." Making a motion as if he were packing a snowball between his hands, the godling gathered a rough globe of shadow-stuff and lobbed it overhand at the sorcerer's face. It caught Heka square in the eyes and stuck like tar, blinding the harrier spellcaster even as he tried unsuccessfully to claw it away.
-
Heka Standard Action: Mystic Force vs. Sekhmet: 1d20+10 27 Sekhmet Toughness Save vs. DC 25.: 1d20+6 21 Set Move Action: Feint vs. Heka: 1d20+10 24 Standard Action: Shadow Globule vs. Heka.: 1d20+7 21 Heka Sense Motive vs. DC 24.: 1d20+15 24 Reflex Save vs. DC 17.: 1d20+6 16 27 - Guy Fawkes - Unconscious, Bound 27 - Errant - Bruised x1, 1HP 23 - Heka - Bruised x2, Staggered, Blinded 18 - Set - Bruised x1, 0HP 17 - Temperance - Bruised x1, 2HP 14 - Sekhmet - Bruised x2, -2 Defense 11 - Diehard - Unconscious 11 - Khania - Unconscious 10 - Blackfire - Unconscious, Entangled 4 - Glamazon - Bruised x1, -2 Defense, 0HP
-
Becky shuddered briefly as Eve's arms wrapped around her but didn't push the smaller woman back, instead folding further inward upon herself, her apologies quieting until they were nearly silent, shaky breaths. Without realizing it she gradually shifted her huddled posture to lean slightly into Eve. The savage roar that screamed at the telepath the moment she made mental contact was in stark contrast. A voice like claws slashing though flesh and teeth gnashing against bone howled inarticulately with hot, rancid breath, a psychic presence pushing forward toward Eve. Despite its violent scrambling, however, it grew no closer, held back by a low pulsing rhythm of thought the Frenchwoman had almost failed to notice over the din. It took a moment to recognize it as a mantra, a litany of practiced willpower forged into bars and chains that strained against their enraged captive. "M'sorry." Becky whispered aloud, starting to lift her head. "Being around you... So stupid, don't know what I was thinking. It's-- I'm still not safe."
-
Wail "How is it I'm the only one who actually looks twenty years older, then?" a resonant bass voice inquired of the television hosts and paragon as a broad shouldered frame pushed two facing doors open at once in order to comfortably step in the hall just behind them. Keith LaMarr certainly had more lines on his face than he'd had two decades prior and twin streaks of grey marked the beard he'd grown in the intervening time. He was no less physically imposing, though the dark turtleneck with horizontal stripes in red and green softened things somewhat.
-
"She's lucky I'm using a door," Wail grumbled darkly, pushing through the crowd with enough force to knock the those who weren't quick enough to get out of the way of his broad shoulders back a few paces. When one of the teens began to make an ill-advised attempt to object, the aging metahuman rose up to his full height and and glowered downward. "You do not. Want. To be here." Without waiting for a response he continued toward the back of the house.
-
"He drank the ring?!" Kimber balked, pulling a face for a moment before parsing the sentence differently. "Oh, the water, he drank the water. That makes more sense, sure." Nodding thoughtfully to herself, the cheerful young woman bounced up and down in her seat, coming perilously close to forgetting not to actually float. "I guess if you're trying to find a secret spot, reading minds until you find somebody who's been there before kinda makes sense. Seems like an awful lot of work just to get a bunch of bad news from a big puddle!" The incognito phantom pursed her lips before shrugging. "We could just go where we think it's gonna be and ask when we run into it! I bet it'd love to read your brain, Corbin, you know loads about old stuff nobody else cares about!"
-
Tugging down a well worn sweatshirt featuring the stylized animal mascot of some sports franchise with which he wasn't familiar, Trevor quickly ran through a few gymnastic stretches, bending from the waist with straight legs to touch his toes and loosening the muscles in his neck and shoulders. Feeling somewhat more human than the dive into the river had left him, he grunted in agreement with Erin's assessment. "True. Try to avoid knocking Mark out, though. Doubt Hughes' walls are impervium." Opening the door and stepping back out into the house at large, the dark haired young man replaced his sunglasses over his onyx and ruby eyes. Catching up with Mark and Nina as they reached the foyer to greet the latest arrival, he clasped his hands behind his back in as dignified a pose as the sweatshirt would allow. "Morakot and Nephthys well?" he asked in his usual soft, inflectionless tone from behind the princess, nodding to Eve for all they'd both already known the other was there.
-
Hanging slightly toward the back of the group while Canadian Shield led the way, Bombardier spoke to Wendy Go in a hushed voice, "Might want to suit up, fille." The armored hero had set down on the rocky ledge, content to conserve power and walk normally for the time being. "Er, no, I don't-- I mean, I'll wait until I need to," the young woman quickly replied, looking a little distraught for a moment before schooling her features. "Not the best weather for fur anyway, right?" She made a weak attempt at a smile to go with the weak attempt at a joke but her senior teammate gave her a clap on the back as though she'd delivered a worthy punchline and let the issue drop with a brief nod. Combs herself ignored Frost's sly suggestions in favour of giving Gaian Knight's work closing up their tunnel an appreciative look and murmur before turning to Fleur. "Not a lot of paper down here," she pointed on, a note of wryness in her honeyed drawl. A faint frown crossed her face as she looked down at the florakinetic. "Not many plants, period. Is that an issue for you?" Up ahead the ledge widened as it led into another, larger cavern and as the heroes neared they could make out a massive archway shaped into the stone. Even from a distance the craftsmanship was obvious and the angular design striking. The sheer scale was the biggest shock, however; one of Freedom City's smaller office buildings could have easily slid beneath the arc of the entrance. Before they could take time to admire it, however, the stone under their feet shuddered and the unmistakeable shouts of a fight rang out, echoing along with sounds of rocky collisions. "Hurry!" Canadian Shield barked before sprinting off in the direction of the cacophony.
-
Khania Will Save vs. DC 22. (1d20+8=9) 27 - Guy Fawkes - Unconscious, Bound 27 - Errant - Bruised x1, 1HP 23 - Heka - Bruised x2, Staggered 18 - Set - Bruised x1, 0HP 17 - Temperance - Bruised x1, 2HP 14 - Sekhmet - Bruised x1, -2 Defense 11 - Diehard - Unconscious 11 - Khania - Unconscious 10 - Blackfire - Unconscious, Entangled 4 - Glamazon - Bruised x1, -2 Defense, 0HP
-
Becky's cheeks darkened briefly as Eve squeezed her hand but she made a sound that was half clearing of her throat and half laugh as she focused on the thought of the petite Frenchwoman attempting to intimidate True North's stoic and weathered survivalist. "Hee, well. Lucky for me budget cuts to government funded heroics are a bigger problem in Canada than shadowy super-soldier programs or something," she noted with a quick smile, shifting her posture on the couch in a way that not incidentally brought her slightly closer to Eve. "They took me to a facility out in the Northwest Territories for treating potentially dangerous metahumans while I was in the coma. Once I woke up, Mr. Storm worked with me on a bunch of meditations and stuff to stay in control, which... took a while. Not what you'd call a smooth road." Biting her lip again, she debated for a few silent moments about explaining further, looking over at Eve's expression and sniffing lightly. "I, ah, I know you were sending money along, I guess I should mention. The hospital was pretty advanced but it turns out there are some rare root extracts and salves and things they wouldn't have been able to get normally, so..." The young woman unconsciously leaned forward slightly, toward the shorter heroine's height, the bone white streak in her hair falling loose from the rest and nearly brushing Eve's cheek. "If it wasn't for you I probably wouldn't have even woken up at a--" Abruptly the hand Eve was holding seemed to spasm. It took an instant to realize that the bones beneath the Canadian's smooth skin were growing and twisting about unnaturally while the muscles attached to them tore violently apart and reknit themselves together in new, unfamiliar shapes. With a pained curse, Becky pulled away in a panic, kicking back with her feet and stumbling off of the couch entirely. She made it a few meters toward the wall before falling to the floor and clutching her hand in her lap, curling up around in and squeezing her eyes shut. Her mouth gritted into a hard line, lips pulled back from too many teeth and continuing noticeably further on either side than it had moments before. "AARGH, no! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, sorrysorrysorry..."
-
Sekhmet attempted to maintain a straight face in deference to Teagan's somber turn but after a few moments she broke into rolling laughter, interspersed with sing-song intonation of, "Bar bar bar bar bar...!" Covering her face with her empty hand until her shoulders stopped shaking quite so badly, she took a long breath and gave the disguised dragon an apologetic look with a slight quirk to the corner of her mouth. "Forgive me, Teagan, I was reminded of the Greeks' inflated opinion of their own language. Constantly renaming everything. The blame of the Olympians, methinks." Taking another sip from her bottle, the goddess managed to square her shoulders. "Thy counsel be wise, great beast. Mayhap too much have I 'bottled', in thy words. Rrr, blessed Ra knows I have lacked certain outlets for some time."
-
Sekhmet regarded Teagan contemplatively, swaying very slightly in her seat and somewhat distracted by the warmth the hastily consumed whiskey was spreading throughout her disconcertingly mundane physiology. "Blessed Ra, tis akin to gazing upon a mirror," she remarked after a moment, deciding as she said it that it was a particularly droll observation and making a sound that was half chuckle and half snort. "Albeit one tinted crimson and with a scaly texture, hah! ...these are not subjects on which I frequently converse," the goddess admitted, her demeanor swinging to somber. Cradling her bottle in both hands, she peered into its tinted glass and rocked it back and forth, watching the liquid slosh about. "A warrior should not be so open in her uncertainty."
-
"She'll grow out of that soon enough," Gina predicted with a doting look at her granddaughter before returning her attention to their guests. "And of course, Liz! I'm glad we finally twisted Chris' arm enough to get him to bring you along." "You'd think he was embarrassed of us or something," Ellie suggested dryly, glancing toward the kitchen. "Well, of mi hermano at least, but that's perfectly understandable." Snorting, Gina shook her head. "Honestly, I was beginning to worry you were made up, dear. You do prefer Liz, sÃ? With all the codenames and the nicknames I hardly know who I'm being introduced to anymore." "I think Yoyo's got the place-settings under control," her daughter added as last minute preparations were discussed, wrapping an arm around Mara's waist without thinking about it. "She was pretty excited to hear who was coming. Pretty much everybody at HAX is her hero, really. Would anyone like something to drink?"
-
"Disc drive indeed!" Vince huffed, straightening the lapels of his neon green jacket where they stuck out from behind his simulated apron. "That's just hurtful. You know perfectly well I'm cloud based these days! Now step out, come back in and call me Airhead this time." "Only things they meant to set on fire, I think," Yolanda told Chris seriously as she laid out the last of the cutlery on the table then stepped back to examine her work. Frowning slightly, the young girl knelt on top of a wooden, high backed chair to reach across and nudge an errant fork into alignment. "Is Liz here too?" Finishing up with a delicate bit of chopping, Erik finally set down his knife and picked up a dishtowel to dry his hands as he turned around from the counter. "Right on time, Goggles. Here, put that next to the potatoes. Heh, I didn't think you even owned a dress shirt, man." The older acrobat was wearing a collared shirt himself in a dark royal blue but with the top buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up past the elbows the effect was somewhat diminished.
-
Sekhmet decided that there probably wasn't any use delving into how abstract she found the distinction between centuries and millennia, coloured by the vague suspicion that it would be somehow rude in any case. The relative bleariness with which she reached that conclusion had her raising a hand palm down before her eyes and glaring at it suspiciously despite its steadiness. "I begin to suspect as well that my constitution has diminished somewhat along with the rest of me." Seeing Teagan take one of the bottles which had been previously identified as beer and demonstrating the mechanics of their stoppers, however, she opened one for herself. "Tis only a theory, still." Flicking the jet black bangs hanging over one side of her face idly with one hand, she took a sip and pursed her lips in thought. "I do not think I have often inspired jealousy. Truly, my current duty in unenviable. Anger, yes, hah. I do not think I would characterize my relationship with Hathor as either. Thee seem to have more clarity regarding...?" She left a pause for Teagan to supply the name of her own sister, though the one golden eye visible seemed unfocused as though regarding something very, very far away.
-
Well the second roll becomes a 25, since she rolled under 11. Khania Toughness Save vs. DC 24. (1d20+8=22) 27 - Guy Fawkes - Unconscious, Bound 27 - Errant - Bruised x1, 1HP 23 - Heka - Bruised x2, Staggered 18 - Set - Bruised x1, 0HP 17 - Temperance - Bruised x1, 2HP 14 - Sekhmet - Bruised x1, -2 Defense 11 - Diehard - Unconscious 11 - Khania - Bruised x3, Slowed, Staggered 10 - Blackfire - Unconscious, Entangled 4 - Glamazon - Bruised x1, -2 Defense, 0HP Errant, Errant, he's our man! If he can't do it... maybe we should have brought somebody with Master Plan?
-
As the downpour began, Sekhmet allowed a very feline growl to emerge from the back of her throat, clenching her teeth as the water pasted asymmetrical jet black hair to one side of her face. "Rrr... Wet." With obvious annoyance, the goddess' form rippled and shifted once again into a tawny furred lioness, in which guise she looked no more pleased by the change in weather. On four legs, however, she was better able to fight against the howling winds her divine charge had conjured up, managing to cover the distance Heka had put between him and the rest of the battle. Passing Set along her way, Sekhmet leaped up the cab and onto the roof of a convenient moving truck to tackle the harried sorcerer, taking a sizable chuck out of his black robes and drawing deep claw marks into his back along with a cry of surprise and pain.
-
Sekhmet Free Action: Lioness Form Move Action: Run after Heka: 500'/round at one-quarter speed for Hampered Movement is 125'. Standard Action: Charge Heka; Power Attack 2. (1d20+7=25) That brings her total distance covered to 250', which is how far he flew last round. Improved Critical 2 makes that another critical hit, so DC 15 + 7 + 2 Power Attack + 5 Critical Hit = 29. Heka Toughness Save vs. DC 29. (1d20+11=28) Booooo. Well, another bruise. Khania Dazed! 27 - Guy Fawkes - Unconscious, Bound 27 - Errant - Bruised x1, 1HP 23 - Heka - Bruised x2, Staggered 18 - Set - Bruised x1, 0HP 17 - Temperance - Bruised x1, 2HP 14 - Sekhmet - Bruised x1, -2 Defense 11 - Diehard - Unconscious 11 - Khania - Bruised x2, Slowed, Staggered 10 - Blackfire - Unconscious, Entangled 4 - Glamazon - Bruised x1, 1HP Glamazon is up! Khania said terrible things about yo momma, Thaelia, you should mess her up.
-
"We're freelance monster hunters!" Kimber supplied helpfully to the new arrival indicating Indira and herself before pensively considering the claim. "Well, maybe. We're still working some stuff out there. We could be, is the point, which is really just as good regardless!" Giving Tia a bright smile and a reassuring thumbs up with her free hand, the young woman twirled her parasol about idly as she turned her attention to the matter more at hand. "Doesn't necessarily have to be anything all that shadowy. Invisibility isn't that hard, especially at night! Sounds like somebody who just wants to be left alone. Do you know what they're after besides just being generally spooky?" That seemed like a good enough reason all on its own to her but not everyone shared her ghostly predilections.
-
Jack of all Blades / Jill O'Cure >Paying it Forward (1) >Mercury Racing (1) >The Family You Choose (1) Midnight II >The Black Rainbow (1) >Vengeance From the Grave (2) >Reuninions and Waffles (2) Wail >Your Spirit Lives On (2) >Both Alike in Dignity (2) Ghost Girl >Night Rings (1) Set / Sekhmet >Fearsome Five by Five (3) >Getting Your Shots In (17) GM >Molehills (2) >Appetities (5) GM posts can go to pushing Set/Skehmet up past 25. Ref Point can also go to Set.
-
Khania Intimidate Check vs. DC 24. (1d20+16=31) Reflex Save vs. DC 19. (1d20+7=8) Toughness Save vs. DC 24. (1d20+8=10) Staggered and Stunned! Guy Fawkes Alright, so, being Bound in a Snare actually gives you cover, which grants a Reflex bonus even as it reduces Defense which is pretty weird and probably something we should figure out at some point buuuuut in this specific case I feel like a sheet of water should probably smack into somebody who's anchored to the ground by sand without issue? So! Toughness Save vs. DC 24. (1d20+7=11) 27 - Guy Fawkes - Unconscious, Bound 27 - Errant - Bruised x1, 1HP 23 - Heka - Bruised x1, Staggered 18 - Set - Bruised x1, 0HP 17 - Temperance - Bruised x1, 2HP 14 - Sekhmet - Bruised x1 11 - Diehard - Unconscious 11 - Khania - Bruised x2, Slowed, Staggered, Dazed 10 - Blackfire - Unconscious, Entangled 4 - Glamazon - Bruised x1, 1HP
-
"Hah! Bast-- Bast has never required anyone's aid for anything," Sekhmet insisted, apparently finding the entire notion positively hilarious to consider, holding up a hand to excuse herself until she could get out an entire sentence without breaking into laughter. "Thy sister at least has the excuse of being merely mortal. Ah, no belittlement intended, Teagan. Pardon my manners. I mean only that Hathor, my twin, tis the divine incarnation of love and beauty and joyous celebration. All are eager to share in her presence." Pursing her lips, she began eying the remaining bottles on the table with predatory intent. "Rrr, I suspect even thee would prefer her company, great beast. Hathor tis the patron of miners and their precious wares as well."
