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"Ho! Speak of the five-fold soul! Hello!" Set exclaimed as he looked upward at the persistent bird creature. "Formal dress, I think, Sekhemt." With a theatrical snap of his fingers as he stood, the godling's head of brick red dreadlocks and flawless bronze features was replaced by peculiar protruding vulpine snout and tall anteater-like ears covered uniformly in fine, ebony black fur. Nearby Sekhmet's visage shifted with less ado to that of tawny furred lioness with a distinctive black streak over one eye. "The mortal realm is thine home no longer, ba," she growled at the feathered arrival, eyes narrowing in a predatory fashion, her voice coloured by a mouth of deadly fangs. "Return to the afterlife at once." "I do not expect you'll want these back in any case," Set added, jostling the mummy on the floor with his foot. "Some reprobate has gone and torn them to pieces, you see! Terrible, terrible."
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Trevor's stoic attempt to pretend he hadn't noticed Erin's exchange with the tourist in the elevator might have been more successful had it not been for a brief twitching at the corner of his mouth and a squaring of his shoulders that was a shade more imposing than the carefully nondescript gait belonging to his civilian identity. He'd have liked to return the favour but the auburn haired young woman was more than capable of dealing with any unwanted attentions on her own. "Will have to see. Still want to try windsurfing first?" There was certainly no shortage of activities and distractions in the city around them.
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Wail's trajectory carried him over rooftops to crash like a meteor into what looked like a small guard house, leaving the building in shambles as he leapt back into the air. The explosion that rocked the cityscape in front of him left little question as to which direction to head in and it wasn't long before screams of terror and scenes of panicked flight came into focus. The cause of that fear caught the experienced hero completely off guard, however. Standing impassively in front of the wreckage, armor glowing red hot and pike held firmly was an Omegadrone. Every super-dense muscle in LaMarr's body tensed at once, his vision snapped into the perfect clarity of undiluted rage and all of the sudden it was 1993 again. He could feel the lifeblood of friends staining his hands as they died in his arms, hear the collapse of buildings and the ignoble thunder of entropic cannons. The roar that exploded from his throat as he streaked downward shattered every remaining window in sight, matched only by the crack of impossible force as knuckled impacted with the drone's blank faceplate. "That was for Yelena you metal son of a bitch!" he boomed, not bothering to modulate his powerful voice as he drove the Terminus soldier into the ground, pinning the creature with one hand and ignoring the smell of his own searing flesh against the fire heated armor. "Don't worry, I've got plenty more friends who earned a piece of you!" The broad-shouldered hero was already pulling his free fist back like a piston, ready to pummel the Omegadrone into dust with his bare hands.
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Wail has an entirely reasonable reaction: Standard Action: Charge Omegadrone; All-Out Attack 5, Power Attack 2. (1d20+13=30) That's an unarmed attack for Toughness DC 30. Wail's Defense is a dismal 16 this coming round. Improved Grab: Initiate Grapple. (1d20+23=43) Improved Grapple means he can maintain that with one hand and Improved Pin give -4 to attempts to escape.
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"Was definitely the more nervous," Trevor challenged playfully as he leaned accommodatingly down into the kiss and bringing a hand up to rest on Erin's bare midriff. Letting the kiss linger, he pointedly ignored the handful of other guests walking by toward the elevators. Getting out of Freedom City for a few days had been an excellent idea, he decided. Even with Erin moved into the mansion it was a challenge to align their schedules and while the couple were excellent at making to most out of their time together it was nice to be able to focus on what was in front of him. "Assume I must have known," he deadpanned. "Reputation to maintain."
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"Collapsible spade and cup if you want them," Trevor offered, affixing a small, inconspicuous device of his own to the inside of the safe before depositing his beaten black fedora and closing it. He wasn't expecting any trouble but lack of precautions simply wasn't his style. The roomy board shorts he wore, with their sizable pockets, were closer to that style, though the complementary blue and orange design clearly indicated another hand at work. Reaching most of the way to his knees, the swimsuit gave a more casual feel to a frame that maturity had sculpted into something too broad to belong to an avid swimmer but too lean for the showy exaggeration of the bodybuilders littering the waterfront. He hoped his pale flesh wouldn't stand out too badly among the many tourists and the glaring sun at least gave him ample excuse for his ever-present sunglasses. As he slipped his sandals onto his feet however he was more focused on Erin's outfit than his own. "Wow. Good swimsuit," he adjudicated with a light smile. "Heh. Remember plane ride to Dakana?"
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"Maybe they are simply morning people, haha!" Set suggested with a flash of perfect teeth even as he sauntered over to get a better look at the remains. "Truly, though, this was no resurrection. Sloppy, brutish work really, tsk." The godling shook his head in disdain before kneeling and poking one of the still bodies thoughtfully. Grimacing at the dust resolutely sticking to her hands, Sekhmet elaborated. "Returning all five parts of a soul to dead flesh is difficult. Mortals are..." The goddess' expression suggested she was straining to find a more flattering adjective than her initial instinct. "Squishy, yes," Set finished without hesitation, tilting his head to one side and sending brick red dreadlocks bouncing gently across his face. "These creatures may have been given ka, animation, but I saw nothing of their ib or ba. No heart! No flair! No je ne sais quoi! Boring. Why bother, one wonders?" "I assume thee would have insight into depravity, liesmith," Sekhmet quipped with a feral grin that pulled full lips over pointed canines. "We are not long on the mortal plane, Temperance. Be thee aware of dark magics staining this city's noble heart?"
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Standing up a little more quickly than he might have otherwise, Trevor carefully adjusted the collar of his shirt before leveraging his longer stride to catch up with Erin on her way back to the elevator. "Compelling argument. Sure freckles are all gone?" he questioned sotto voce as he fell into step beside her and stepped into the elevator. "Should probably check. Just to be sure." The corner of his mouth quirked up slightly as the doors of the elevator closed.
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Wail was beginning to grow concerned that Gabriel was intentionally placing himself in the most danger possible but deigned not to force the issue in the middle of a massive firefight. The younger man wasn't wrong; they were there to find the kidnapped people not draw a line in the sand for a last stand. "Don't need any martyrs, son," he called gravely before kicking off toward one of the airships. Soaring through the air like a human cannonball, he collided feet first with the vessel, leaving a significant dent before leaping off again and making his way toward the smokestacks that identified the mock city's factories.
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Alright new plan. Wail Standard Action: Charge Airship. (1d20+10=22) He's using Leaping for this, naturally. That's DC 28 if it hits. Move Action: Leap toward factory district.
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Trevor made a soft, amused sound as he set down his emptied cup, though he seemed to enjoy the restrained, perfectionist attitude for the most part. "If you like, of course," he replied with a glance out the numerous windows toward the waterfront and the blazing sun. "Tt, need to apply sunscreen. Not all of us negotiated a ceasefire with ultraviolet radiation." While they were both on the pale side only one of them had to worry about burning and midnight mist infused tissue. The Monaco summer would not be kind to the largely nocturnal young man.
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"Can understand that," Trevor assured her with a shallow nod, placing his hands atop hers about his waist. "Prefer warning, usually. Time to prepare, analyze. Come up with plan, recognize variables, proceed with confidence. Waiting, though... Hnh." It didn't take much to remind him of the seemingly interminable length of time it had taken to determine the origin of the Curator's robot duplicates and travel to their source. Squeezing Erin's fingers, he shifted position a step so that they were side by side in front of the window. "Food?"
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"Not quite as impressive as the Dakanan palace but pretty close," Trevor agreed, putting down the luggage he was carrying and rolling his shoulders a few times as he took stock of the room. Where Erin's first impression of a new space always focused on blind spots, possible exits and threat assessment, he took in the room as an engineers dismantling a new mechanism, taking dispassionate inventory of its component and filing them away in case they might later be of use. Once that was done he was free to enjoy the view more casually. "Not too much?" The last thing he wanted was to put Erin further out of her comfort zone than she was willing to go and he knew the entire trip was already pushing that envelope no matter how resolute she was.
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"Aha, my apologies, ladies," Set laughed as his attack prevented the deliverance of a finishing blow. "Allow me to get out of your way." With a florid bow, the godling made an new arcane gesture and the shadows about the corpse's feet began to slider about like an oil slick. The viscous darkness surged up in inky tentacles that interwove with the sand already harrying the creature, holding it securely in place. Snorting in disdain, Sekhmet unceremoniously dropped her makeshift club to the floor and stepped forward, wrapping her hands around the exposed head. "Leave war to the warriors, deceiver." With a short, decisive twist, she tore the mummy's head clear from its shoulders, placing it atop one of the lower glass cases and dusting off her hands. "She has trust issues," Set told Temperance confidentially, letting the shadows fall back to their natural state while the sand was picked up in a sudden indoor breeze, disappearing as impossibly as it had appeared. "Now! With the puppets dealt with, where might the puppeteer be, I wonder?"
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Set Reaction: Luck Control to force the mummy to reroll the save against Sekhemt's attack.
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Set Move Action: Taunt vs. Mummy 3. (1d20+10=21) Standard Action: Shadow Snare. That's a DC 17 Reflex Save. Sekhmet Standard Action: Attack Mummy 3; Power Attack 2. (1d20+5=20) That's a DC 24 Toughness Save..
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While Erin looked about the room, a level look from behind Trevor's sunglasses had taken the man behind the front desk from a rote but lengthy listing of the hotel's many amenities and optional services to concise albeit stammering helpfulness. In short order they were signed in and Trevor passes Erin one of their key cards on the way to the prominent glass elevator. The view of the water as they ascended was very nearly worth the trip on its own and indeed wind surfers could be seen below along with other ways of enjoying the beach.
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--Meant to ask, how is that going?-- Midnight conversationally asked Renarde privately over their psychic link as he stepped abruptly out of the concealing midnight mist jab the butt of an escrima stick into the base of injured leprechaun's skull. The stick's twin quickly followed with a body blow to the side, the combination causing the bizarre thug to crumple awkwardly to the museum floor. --Still living at the hotel?-- Outwardly the shadowy vigilante gave no indication of the telepathic conversation, circling around to the remaining Nazi.
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Midnight II Move Action: Startle Leprechaun 1, auto DC 30. Standard Action: Escrima Stick Attack vs. Leprechaun 1; Power Attack 5. (1d20+9=27) With Sneak Attack, that would be DC 30.
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"Looks more like theater to me," LaMarr opined, tugging experimentally on the line fastened to his waist and looking about. He hadn't cared for the transition between the building's exterior and wherever they were now; nobody with Wail's kind of weight like feeling unsteady on their feet. The uncannily pristine surfaces of the hallway they were standing were unnerving as well and he was glad to have his sunglasses against the impression of blank canvass. "How about you show yourself and talk straight with us?" he requested of the disembodied voice in a tone that made it clear he wasn't really asking.
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LaMarr continued to charge ahead with heavy, purposeful steps, taking his cue from Nick and heading up the stairs. It didn't take him long to find the remaining gang bangers and envelop one of the youth's gun hands in his own sizable palm. "Get out of here," he ordered in a low, level tone that allowed for no disagreement as the young men practically tripped over each other to flee the scene. "Alright magic man, I take it you have a plan to put an end to this?"
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Sekhmet Standard Action: Attack Mummy 3. (1d20+7=9) ...well.
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Helping the rescued civilian regain her balance, Set gave her a small bow as she sprinted to a safer distance. "Truly that is no slight against you, of paragon of moderation!" he told Temperance with a flourish of his wrist. The theatrical gesture took on greater significance as arcs of scarlet electricity leapt from fingertip to fingertip. "Few indeed are as lofty as Set!" With a laugh and a thrust of his arm, a bolt of red-tinged lightning flew forth and crashed into the remaining mummy, rippling across its sandy bonds. The fury of the storm godling's assault forced Sekhmet to slide back a step from the final target, drawing a growl of annoyance.
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The Meridien turned out to easy to spot even among the other gleaming buildings of Monte Carlo. The rented coupe blended in easily with the rows of high end cars presumably belonging to race enthusiasts brought to the city by the Grad Prix and some part of Trevor wished he'd been able to bring something a little more impressive to drive around in. The more professional part was glad to remain inconspicuous among the many tourists checking into the hotel as he and Erin stepped into the lobby, the background din of conversation including a half dozen languages.
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Set Move Action: Taunt Mummy 3. (1d20+10=11) Well. Standard Action: Lightning Bolt vs. Mummy 3. (1d20+7=13) Screw it, can't look like a chump against the shambling dead! Hero Point: Lightning Bolt vs. Mummy 3, HP Re-Roll. (1d20+7=26) Haha, wow. That has Autofire on it, up to +3. Since Mummy 3 is entangled, I believe that puts it at Defense 17, so the Toughness DC should be 22+3=25.
