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The gymnastic arsonist came to a brief stop nearby his red clad ally. Diehard's eyes, wide enough that they practically seemed to be trying to escape their sockets, flicked from person to person, his shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths. Without warning, he let out a mad shout and tore across the street, the musculature of a peak athlete propelling him forward! "Nnnaaaaargh!" Leaping onto the overturned car Blackfire had dropped, he continued his arc to place a brutal flying kick directly into Glamazon's sternum while her attention was on Khania. Temporarily freed up, the alien princess quickly turned her gaze on the more outspoken of the latest arrivals, staying in the air but flying closer to Set. "Do not be wasting your time with the little girl who is all washed up, yes? All flattery is to be directed here!" she purred, brushing her voluminous hair backward with both hands. "You are beauteous indeed, oh otherworldly emerald," the godling agreed with a dramatic bow from the waist, "but I fear we would be poor influences on each other. Besides, you mangle the modern vernacular even worse tha- yaiee!" His verbal jab was cut short as twin beams of energy sprang from Khania's eyes and caught him across his bare chest, the force of the blast knocking him off of his feet and crashing into the building behind him with a pained groan. The shadows holding Blackfire in place shuddered as their master was attacked and a moment later cracked with a sound like shattered glass, revealing an incensed android. Though still struggling against the remaining ribbons of ebony darkness constraining his movements, he was free to move about again. "I am sick of you damn kids tossing me in damn holes! Who wants some?!"
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As Temperance's geyser froze around an indignant Heka in an icy column, another face familiar to the young woman arrived on the scene looking characteristically annoyed. Taller even than Thaelia, Sekhmet stopped to irritably flick the tawny streak in her jet black hair from her smoldering, golden eye. "My duty is arduous enough without thy flighty ways, deceiver," she snarled at Set, taking stock of the ongoing battle. "Tt. Still, if Temperance has arrayed herself against these villains, tis justice to be meted out!" With a fully leonine roar, the goddess kicked off of the pavement, form rippling midair so that she landed not as an uncommonly attired young woman but as a powerfully muscled lioness. The beast charged forward, pouncing at the knife wielding Guy Fawkes. By the nearest of margins, her claws and fangs missed their mark, instead ripping parallel lines in his black cloak as he bounded away.
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Sekhmet Move Action: Catch up to Set. Free Action: Shift into lioness form. Standard Action: Charge Guy Fawkes. (1d20+9=17) Miss. Diehard Full Round Action: Move and Charge Glamazon; All-Out Attack 3, Power Attack 5. (1d20+12=28) That'll be a DC 28 Toughness Save. Khania Move Action: Feint Set. (1d20+11=26) Set Bluff Check vs. DC 26. (1d20+15=30) Khania Standard Action: Eyebeam Attack vs. Set. (1d20+12=25) Set Toughness Save vs. DC 23. (1d20+4=16) Bruised and Dazed! Blackfire Standard Action: Strength vs. Snare; Power Attack 2. That's DC 27 and I'm taking 10 for the Snare, meaning it's now disabled: still entangling but no longer binding him. 27 - Guy Fawkes - Uninjured 27 - Errant - Uninjured, Bound/Helpless, 2HP 23 - Heka - Uninjured, Bound/Helpless 18 - Set - Bruised x1, Dazed, 4HP 17 - Temperance - Uninjured, 3HP 14 - Sekhmet - Uninjured, -2 Defense 11 - Diehard - Uninjured, -3 Defense 11 - Khania - Uninjured 10 - Blackfire - Uninjured, Entangled 4 - Glamazon - Uninjured, Pending Toughness Save, 1HP Glamazon is up once she makes her Toughness Save. Don't forget about that person stuck inside the collapsing building, guys!
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Midnight grunted a flat approval of Mark's business like attitude, even if he enjoyed the teleportation no more than normal. "Direct, good. Subtle, also good. Renarde? Back door." With that the fedora wearing vigilante simply wasn't there any more, gone in the moment it took to turn from the massive gates. The castle itself was a shifting, chaotic mishmash of architecture that altered itself from moment to moment. The tower Midnight had attached his grappling line too abruptly vanished, leaving him to somersault through the air and catch a precarious grip on an on outcropping on stone masonry. Hefting himself back into the air, he landed atop the back of a crouching gargoyle statue before leaping over to a rooftop a diving into a narrow window just before the way behind him disappeared. --In.--
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Heka Reflex Save vs. DC 19. (1d20+6=9) That's Bound. 27 - Guy Fawkes - Uninjured 27 - Errant - Uninjured, 2HP, Bound/Helpless 23 - Heka - Uninjured, Bound/Helpless 18 - Set - Uninjured, 4HP 17 - Temperance - Uninjured, 3HP 14 - Sekhmet - Uninjured 11 - Diehard - Uninjured 11 - Khania - Uninjured 10 - Blackfire - Uninjured, Bound/Helpless 4 - Glamazon - Uninjured, 1HP
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"That's pretty rough," Erik agreed soberly, even as he lunged forward with a probing thrust of his foil, more meant to start things off than to actually make it through the Frenchwoman's guard. "Hate to say it but if you're planning on running an off-the-books, sneaky-sneak corporate espionage team you're probably going to have to get over the lying thing." One arm placed behind his back, he presented only his side to Eve, though she knew well enough that her instructor rarely stuck to formal stances for long. "Deception, omission, misdirection... kinda part and parcel."
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"Hnh. 'Snakes'," Midnight grunted absently in response to Cannonade as he strode about the edge of the massive crater in the corpse's chest, crouching periodically to get a closer look or take small samples. --Whistle if you need a hand,-- he telepathically offered la Renarde, though she could tell from the tenor of his thoughts his attention was occupied by the investigation. Straightening, the masked detective rejoined the others, grimly muttering, "Forced down, out. From within..." Tilting his head slightly, he estimated angles based on the damaged he's seen to the impossibly scaled tissue damage. One advantage of dealing with a body of such enormous scale was the superfluousness of a microscope. "Forced down. Tentacles." Midnight raised a hand to chest height, fingers pointing downward and lowered it at a steep angle until it was level with his sternum. "Not just strong. Frigid. Constricted blood vessels, brittle tissue." The way he said, with only the barest of emphasis, was enough to make clear that the temperature had been extreme enough to make note of even next to spontaneous tentacles the width of subway trains. "Steep angle. Could have been human sized attacker," he illustrated with a brief gesture from his chest to a point nearby the toe of his boot. After a beat of quiet, he turned almost imperceptibly toward Edge. "Typhoon. Controls water temperature?" With no sign of the gargantuan murder weapons beyond the damage they'd done, a psychokinetic or matter manipulator seemed a strong possibility and one with a penchant for emulating sea life had disappeared just as the body had appeared.
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Sekhmet Standard Action: Unarmed Attack vs. Necromancer 1; Power Attack 2. (1d20+5=15) Hero Point: Unarmed Attack vs. Necromancer 1; Power Attack 2; HP Re-Roll. (1d20+5=25) Well, that's Set's last HP, but it's also a crit! DC 29 Toughness Save.
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As brutal, mind-shredding magics whipped toward Set's psyche, the godling took up a pose of consideration, tapping a finger on his delicately tapering chin while his other hand rested on his hip. Even unseen to mortal eyes, the necromancer's assault blasted across the Heliopolian with such fury his brick red dreadlocks were blow backward as though in a violent gale. Set responded by snapping the fingers of both hands as though in sudden realization and with synchronized flourishes turned them around to point at himself, a wicked grin spreading across his handsome features. "As the electronic scribes say: spoilers. Tis not you." Throwing both hands forward in arcane gestures, Set brought another bolt of searing lightning in through the window, the flash turning the room to a blank canvas for a split second with a crimson after-image. Overhead, thunder rumbled. Inside, the sorceress fell to her knees before collapsing on the floor, ostentatious outfit smoking slightly. Lifting his fingers again in mock pistols, Set blew imaginary smoke from their barrels.
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"Woof, that's still a little weird, Evie," Erik noted, knocking the heel of his hand into the side of his head a few times and blinking rapidly. "Useful, though, don't get me wrong. Aaand that thing with Slugger wasn't my most sensitive moment, fully admitted. She's good people but I get kinda fired up when my friends are decapitated. Anyway." Picking up a pair of foils, the instructor took a moment to check them over. "Point is, I like you and maybe that's just a soft spot for ladies with white hair but Ellie is a fan, too, and she's more than a little bit smarter than me. Not that you heard it from me, mind you." Evidently satisfied he tossed one of the blades pommel first to Eve. "Last time somebody bank-rolled my team, though, it ended very, very badly. If you're thinking about heading up a team of your own, here's your first free lesson: don't let anybody hurt your people. Doesn't matter who or how, that's the line." His voice took on a grim undercurrent for a moment, losing its normal lyrical quality in favour of scar tissue over wounds that would likely never fully heal. Raising his own foil in a ready position he gave the petite girl a genuine smile. "Lesson two is that if somebody can talk straight while fighting, they're probably on the level. Besides, I'm not letting you slack off here just 'cause you've got more on your plate."
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The implication that this had been the young raptor's first attempt at interdimensional teleportation was not particularly reassuring but on the other hand he had apparently been fully successful so LaMarr supposed credit was due. "Good work, son," he rumbled, trying not to be too obvious as he took stock oh himself to make sure everything was still where it was supposed to be. Hefting the ovular present in his hand he climbed carefully into the back of the cargo skiff, making sure it was able to support his prodigious weight and placing himself in the center so not to sway to one side.
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"Tis my line, oh polished pool ball!" a laughing voice cried out, interrupting Heka's boast. Hoping onto the hood of the car Errant had been dragged away from, Set flashed a grin of perfect teeth and took a last sip from his paper cup before tossing it into a nearby garbage can and planting the freed hand on his hip. "Ah, hello, my frosted desert spring!" he called to Temperance, waving energetically. "Teaching more second-rate magisters the error of their ways? A good showing, haha! The leprous metal man disagrees, mayhaps?" The wave turned with a flick of the wrist into an arcane gesture of his own and in response the shadows cast by the sedan lifted over Blackfire's head abruptly writhed to life. Inky black tentacles erupted forth, twining about the android and tightening into a suffocating snare that completely covered him. "Sonova--mmh...!" he managed before the car toppled from his grip and landed with a crash, headlights first, on the sidewalk. Shadowy tendrils attempted to grasp the nearby Guy Fawkes as well but it seemed his erratic movements were just as good as evading magic as his erratic thoughts were at overcoming a telepathic attack. "Aie! An additional ageless arcane adept? Absolutely absurd, hahaha!"
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At nearly the same instant the masked telepath appeared on the scene in his Claremont blue-and-golds, a black robed figure appeared from hiding behind a billboard down the street, the folds of his outfit flapping in the wind as he flew toward the growing chaos. The bronze skin of his shaved head came into view along with a contemptuous scowl of supreme irritation. A massive hand of translucent blue energies floated along beside him, palm upward to carry a second figure along for the ride. Wearing a red jumpsuit with a single black stripe down its length, the second man was soon deposited onto the street, where he assumed a ready pose marred by the vibration of someone physically unable to stand still. "Weeks of planning, Blackfire!" Heka exclaimed with an accusatory tone, floating above the battlefield imperiously. "Ruined by you cretins in mere moments. Typical." With a melodramatic gesture the sorcerer launched the mystical hand, emptied of its passenger, across the street in a grasping claw. The glowing magics passed through the car behind which Errant had crouched as if there was nothing there but the gigantic fingers closed around the hero in training like iron vices, dragging him off of his feet and into the air. "Now the so-called modern age will see the true might of--!"
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Heka Move Action: Fly onto the scene! Standard Action: Ranged Touch Attack vs. Errant. (1d20+10=30) Opposed Telekinetic Grapple Check. (1d20+25=34) Heka is using his Mage Hand spell to grapple Errant. Absurdist, give me an opposed grapple check for Elias. Set Move Action: Dash on the scene! Standard Action: Shadow Snare vs. Blackfire and Guy Fawkes. Blackfire Reflex Save. (1d20+5=8, 1d20+5=8) Guy Fawkes Reflex Save. (1d20+8=22, 1d20+8=16) Blackfire is bound but Fawkes passes the Area Effect Save and therefore makes the diminished save against the Snare. 27 - Guy Fawkes - Uninjured 27 - Errant - Uninjured, 2HP, Pending Grapple Check 23 - Heka - Uninjured 18 - Set - Uninjured, 4HP 17 - Temperance - Uninjured, 3HP 14 - Sekhmet - Uninjured 11 - Diehard - Uninjured 11 - Khania - Uninjured 10 - Blackfire - Uninjured, Bound/Helpless 4 - Glamazon - Uninjured, 1HP Temperance is up!
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Well, it the wards are keeping them out of the door, anything stopping Wail from huffing and puffing and blowing the wall down?
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Guy Fawkes Will Save vs. DC 17 (1d20+6=20)
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"This is not an expression I have been hearing," Khania snapped back as the arc of he flight took her around to the leaping warrior's side, bursts of energy from her eyebeams harrying Glamazon's movement. "It is stupid! You are also stupid, yes?" Despite obviously seeing through the poor attempt at a ruse, the muscles in the alien's cheek twitched in irritation at the insult. "On my glorious homeworld even small children know enough to fly. It is a wonder your kind can open doors unassisted." Nearby, Guy Fawkes was demonstrating either iron will or a seriously unhinged mind by flipping acrobatically toward Temperance and her poised wave. "Ha! Your warning won't ward off my whetted wrath, watery woman!" he babbled in a rapid-fire staccato, bounding about the street. Just as he used a mailbox as a stepping stone into the air, one of his hands blurred in motion, whipping a long, lean knife from somewhere within the folds of his cloak and flinging it like a six inch dart at Temperance's face!
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Khania Bluff Check vs. DC 12. (1d20+12=22) Not so much. Guy Fawkes Move Action: Fast Startle vs. Temperance with Skill Mastery; DC 26 Save. Standard Action: Thrown Knives vs. Temperance. (1d20+8=18) If she's caught flat-footed by the Startle, that's a DC 21 Toughness Save for Temperance. Otherwise, it misses. Errant arrives on the scene and is up in Initiative! 27 - Guy Fawkes - Uninjured 27 - Errant - Uninjured, 2HP 23 - Heka - Uninjured 18 - Set - Uninjured, 4HP 17 - Temperance - Uninjured, 3HP 14 - Sekhmet - Uninjured 11 - Diehard - Uninjured 11 - Khania - Uninjured 10 - Blackfire - Uninjured 4 - Glamazon - Uninjured, 1HP
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The appearance of a second hero was enough to push even the petulant Khania into action. The green hued alien princess sped into the air above the streets lampposts and sneered at the statuesque bruiser Blackfire had directed her toward. "Eugh, the battle coverings on this primitive mudball, my eyes burn with their hideousness!" With a taunting laugh, twin beams of vivid purple energy lanced from each of her eyes, raking across the Atlantean's armor with sizzling power. Her metallic companion, however, was taking the rapid appearance of superpowered samaritans more seriously. Grimacing, he took a step back from Temperance's show of elemental mastery and jabbed two fingers at one ear, clearly activating some sort of communication device. "Dammit! No! Not this time! Heka, we're attracting do-gooders like flies here! Round up Diehard's psychotic ass and get over here! I don't care what the plan was!" Spinning about, he grabbed at the small white sedan parked next to him, metal framework giving way under robotic finger as he heaved the vehicle over his head with ease and prepared to use it as an improvised projectile. "Just back off, girl! The Fearsome Five aren't going out like chumps today! Never again!" Behind him the smoldering university lab creaked again, the remains of the roof visibly shuddering and from somewhere deep within rang a scream of pain and terror!
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Khania Move Action: Fly well up into the air. Standard Action: Eyebeam Attack vs. Glamazon. (1d20+12=31) That'll be a DC 23 Toughness Save for Glamazon. Blackfire Move Action: Radio for backup! Move Action: Pick up a car and get ready to throw it! Glamazon is up.
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Blackfire: Intimidate Check vs. DC 22. (1d20+12=16) Khania: Intimidate Check vs. DC 22. (1d20+16=31) Guy Fawkes: Intimidate Check vs. DC 22. (1d20+16=25) Diehard: Initiative. (1d20+7=11) Heka: Initiative. (1d20+3=23) Okay, so here's the dealio: the first set of initiative is for the people currently on the scene. The second set will be added in next round once they arrive. 27 - Guy Fawkes - Uninjured 17 - Temperance - Uninjured, 3HP 11 - Khania - Uninjured 10 - Blackfire - Uninjured 4 - Glamazon - Uninjured, 1HP 27 - Errant - Uninjured, 2HP 23 - Heka - Uninjured 18 - Set - Uninjured, 4HP 14 - Sekhmet - Uninjured 11 - Diehard - Uninjured
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Erik's eyebrows lifted briefly at Eve's subtle insinuation, his head tilting slightly to one side as he considered. "...alright, give me a second." Stepping over to the door he turned the Open/Closed sign around and locked the door before turning back to the young woman and motioning for her to follow him into the training area. Safely away from prying eyes, the space was clearly in the middle of being reordered, with weapon racks half empty and equipment stacked along the floor. On one side a portable, collapsible crib had been set up and Erik gingerly set the napping Eden down amidst a number of stuffed animals, a suspicious number of which appeared to be plush geckos of varying size. Rolling his shoulder once she was down, Erik continued to speak to Eve as he walked over to some of the assembled fencing foils. "Cards of the table, Snowcap, you know mi hermana by a couple of names and you're a smart cookie so lets assume you've made some intuitive leaps, yeah? She hasn't spilled any of your French roast beans and I haven't asked but you went to Claremont and I've got an alumnus or two on speed dial. So. We can skip some of the double-talk, fair enough?"
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"What do you mean 'or'?" Wail responded flatly as he stalked forward to the door indicated by the floating, glowing thread. With a single fist, the broad-shouldered hero slammed the decrepit wood. With a resounding thump accompanied by a sharp crack, the door was blown off of its hinges, flying inward and leaving the frame hanging limply in pieces from the surviving nails. "Knock, knock," LaMarr intoned in a grim voice, stepping inside.
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Jack of all Blades / Jill O'Cure >Spring Thaw (4) Midnight II >Grand Prix (3) >The Black Rainbow (1) Wail >Your Spirit Lives On (2) >The Sun Never Sets (2) Ghost Girl >July Vignette - See Thee Rise Set / Sekhmet >Under Wraps (4) >Fearsome Five by Five (1)
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Investigate check. (1d20+15=27) 25 Sense Motive and Notice, 20 Gather Information and 15 Medicine checks with Skill Mastery. He's looking for anything useful about the body, anyone who saw anything they don't already know or is acting suspicious and anything he can find out about where Typhoon might have gone.
