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Hm. Y'know what, yeah, I'll spend the HP. It's probably not a big deal, but if she gets it then I have more to work with in her response. Int Check vs. DC 15, HP reroll. (1d20=6) That should be 16, yeah? What does that tell her?
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Midnight made a brief sound that could reasonably be interpreted as an affirmative before disappearing off of the opposite side of the rooftop. He'd seen the red dots himself and deduced their purpose but he was impressed that Arrowhawk had been able to judge their individual points of origin from such a passing glance. A sharpshooter's realm of expertise, he supposed as he moved stealthily through the night, choosing his route to take him to the side of the office building Harrison was suspended from. There was a balance to be struck between staying out of the spotlight until he was ready to act and not wasting the dwindling minutes Madame Marvelous had allowed her victim.
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Lifting her other hand, Jill scooped up the three unconscious agents in bubbles of their own, leaving perfectly smooth valleys in the icy surface. "Well, he seemed like more of a 'I'll call you' type anyway," she noted, beginning the hike over to the domed outpost, four shimmering blue spheres trailing in the air behind her like balloons. "But if you trash their comm gear and melt the locks, I guess it's not like they're going anywhere." She assumed they must have at least supplies enough to last them until they could be rounded up by a group like AEGIS. "I didn't even want to be in Overthrow..." Ackerman moaned quietly. "I wanted to be a dentist..."
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Kimber, of course, had seen Eve's psychic blade manifestation many times before but being naturally excitable found herself she found Kristin's interest quickly contagious, laughing along. "Um, let me think! Fun, fun, fun-de-fun..." The apparition continued to wave her hands absently as she considered the question, allowing her attention to wander from the stubborn rock. "Well, I like just talking to people a lot! Indira and me get to talk a lot and try new hair styles and practice hunting and do schoolwork since neither of us needs to sleep." The roommates had gotten quite good at finding things to keep each other occupied for the eight or so hours most of the student body was unconscious each night. "Sometimes I'll sneak out at night," she added, lowering her voice and looking about conspiratorially, "so I can just look normal and hang out in coffee shops and places with lots of people, which is--" Kimber found herself cut off by a loud thump as the stone she'd been attempting to shift toppled over onto on side rather suddenly. The phantom blinked at the fallen rock for a moment before a grin spread across her face. Narrowing her eyes as she concentrated, she began rolling the stone like a log across the sand back toward its original position, finding it much easier than trying to lift the entire thing into the air.
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Tackle's threat was met by thunderous footfalls followed by pain as a powerful fist slammed into the side of her jaw, physically forcing her off of Ironclad and dazing her senses. "Think you're pretty tough, fool?" Wail asked coolly as he took advantage of the villain's disorientation to lock his arms around her from behind, pinning her in a crushing grapple despite her own considerable superhuman strength. "Punk like you wouldn't know tough if it hit you like a ton of bricks. Now quiet down." Looking over to the armored heroine, the earsplitting educator asked, "You alright there?"
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Wail Move Action: Move over to Tackle. Standard Action: Unarmed Attack vs. Tackle. (1d20+8=16) Hero Point: Unarmed Attack vs. Tackle, HP reroll. (1d20+8=10) 20 should just do it. Improved Grab: Opposed Grapple check. (1d20+23=38) That's a Toughness Save at DC 28 for the attack, then an opposed Grapple check. If he succeeds, he'll pin her.
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"Good to see you too, chum, but watch the hair, huh?" Vince laughed merrily, apparently still in full possession of his particular sense of humour even with somewhat diminished living conditions. "The bomb shelter was already here, smart guy," Erik answered the younger fighter's question. "Technically an 'alien invasion shelter' based on some of the stuff I found sitting around. The guy I'm leasing the place from didn't know what was in here; the doors were all locked and rusted shut. Luckily I'm good with locks." Pausing in her inspection of the space, Ellie looked over with a raised eyebrow. "Since when?" That drew another laugh from the AI displaying on the monitor. "Since he melted the lock right off with one of those fancy, fiery pig-stickers of his!" Vince's image flickered worryingly for a few second before reasserting itself wearing a brown, homespun robe and raising one hand to wave slowly in front of him. "The forced entry is strong in this one!" "It's not exactly the old underground base," the swordsman in question admitted, "but it's a start."
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"I know," Jill replied softly, lowering her voice so it wouldn't carry and offering Dragonfly a small, slightly shaky smile. "Love you too." Refocusing on the Overthrow agents, she threw a force-field bubble around the surrendered agent, who whimpered slightly but didn't protest. Further away from the point they'd first teleported to a white dome could be made out against the snow, a long-term but ultimately disposable structure presumably constructed as an outpost for the duration of whatever specific mission the terrorists had been sent upon. It wasn't a much bigger than a particularly spacious camper trailer, with several arrays of transmission antennae sticking out almost haphazardly all about it's curving surface. They were close enough that had there been any additional members of the team, the would have certainly come running already. "The loud one said they were working for Overthrow, right? I guess we could lock them up and call... somebody? I'm not sure who would be in charge of the North Pole..."
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Midnight hits 25 with Skill Mastery.
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One advantage of having a public identity as a superhero was that it was very difficult for anyone to rightly justify keeping you out of an event. On one want LaMarr's efforts to protect the city were a matter of public record, especially now that some of them were in more recent memory after coming out of retirement, while on the other he had no anonymity to put off a concerned security staff. It also meant he could forgo the rigmarole of explaining why a public high school teacher might be the guest of a wealthy heiress at a high profile event. Thought not normally one to accept that sort of charity, he'd had to swallow his pride when it came to acquiring a new suit; his frame made buying off the rack a near impossibility and it wouldn't have done to embarrass Eve by appearing at the fundraiser shabbily dressed. So it was that the broad-shouldered veteran hero arrived at the even in a well tailored ensemble, noticeably on foot as opposed to the many expensive vehicles pulling up. "Keith LaMarr," he supplied to the doorman in his deep, resonant bass rumble. "I should be on the list."
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Hahn didn't have time to make a final rejoinder even if he'd been inclined toward banter in the first place. The shock of the ragged spatial blade caused the commanding officer to go rigid with a harsh intake in breath then fall over unconscious without further notice. Not too far away, Ackerman's continuing shriek turned into a stream of sputtering protestations and whimpers before he simply let his light pistol fall to the ground and raised both gloved hands as far into the air as he could in obvious surrender. "It's okay, nena, I'm okay," Jill called from across the ice, straightening and laying a hand shrouded in warm, blue light along her side. "Nothing I can't handle." True to her word, the blackened line rubbed away on her glove as her metamagi power healed the damage, leaving only a slight discolouration that would fade soon enough and a little tenderness that wouldn't be far behind.
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Hahn Toughness Save vs. DC 28. (1d20+5=13) Unconscious!
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Int Check vs. DC 15. (1d20=8) Fail whale. Is it worth spending a HP on another attempt? Notice Check vs. DC 25. (1d20+11=14) Sigh. Initiative. (1d20+3=15)
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Wail would be up for another encounter with Jade Dragon, sure.
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Unarchived at player request.
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"Know explosives," Midnight assured the elder hero in concise fashion. While his focus might have been on mechanical engineering, he was more than familiar enough with the construction and more importantly the disassembly of the sort of incendiary device likely wired into the vest strapped around Harrison. Flexing his gloved hands in a precise fashion extended row after row of microfilament barbs ideal for scaling the side of the office building. Even with attention on the mirrored windows, he judged that he'd be able to blend in against the reflected night sky. "You?" he added, inquiring after what Arrowhawk would be doing while he rescued with the hostage.
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"So... we won?" Ghost Girl asked somewhat hesitantly, looking about the clearing as though expecting another foe to rear its head. Convinced after a few moments that had well and truly emerged victorious, the phantom rose into the air an extra foot and pumped both fists high into the air. "Woo! Go team! Butt was kicked and names were taken! Rad!" Soaring about in a wide circle, she made her way up to the still airborne Papercut, face split by a beaming grin. "Thanks for getting her in that box! We really showed that jerk, eh?"
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These people! :argh:
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"Resolved," Midnight repeated flatly, sizing both the Clockwatcher and Professor Danger up subtly. He didn't particularly like to be told a threat had been dealt with without any details nor being expected to take the matter on faith. The ideas commonly held about justice as far in his past as these agents of the timestream were in his future would not have been particularly palatable and he wondered just how alien they might have become by this time. There was little he could do about it either way, he knew, but it irked him nonetheless.
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Recovering his wits, the goggle wearing Ackerman finally managed to draw his high tech looking pistol and squeeze off a volley of red hot darts of light in Dragonfly's general direction, proving at least that he was not the sharpshooter of the group. Somewhat more annoyingly, his inarticulate, high pitched scream continued unabated as he did so. While Drescher flinched from what her senses must have insisted should have been a fatal blow, Jill took the opportunity to shove a palm into the martial artist's face, taking her down in much the same way as Gross. While the female terrorist didn't crumple quite so immediately, within moments the metahuman's powers had left her attacker unconscious next to her disgruntled squadmate. "Should have listened. My gal is awfully protective of m-urk!" The acrobat's quip was cut short as beam of red light caught her across her exposed stomach, leaving a blackened line along her side. On the other side of the field of ice, the commanding Overthrow agent stood with his own light pistol raised. Unlike Ackerman, Hahn had taken the time to aim carefully and fire just once, with much more potent affects. While Jill winced in pain and tried to push past it, he wordlessly prepared to fire again.
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Ackerman Standard Action: Laser Pistol Attack vs. Dragonfly. (1d20+5=15) Not even close. Jill O'Cure Standard Action: Autoimmunity Touch vs. Drescher. (1d20+10=28) Move Action: Auto-DC 24 Feint vs. Hahn. Drescher Fort Save vs. DC 22. (1d20+7=20) -2 Fortitude Fort Save vs. DC 27. (1d20+5=11) Unconscious! Hahn Will Save vs. DC 24. (1d20+7=26) Standard Action: Laser Pistol Attack vs. Jill O'Cure. (1d20+5=25) Automatic hit, but not a crit, as it would not have hit her normally. Jill O'Cure Toughness Save vs. DC 20. (1d20+6=12) She's Bruised and Dazed. 26 - Dragonfly - Uninjured - 2HP 21 - Gross - Unconscious 20 - Ackerman - Uninjured 15 - Jill O'Cure - Bruised x1, Dazed (Hahn's turn) 12 - Drescher - Unconscious 7 - Hahn - Staggered
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Kimber's face turned an entirely different shade of blue as she affected the closest thing her translucent being was capable of to a deep blush, unused to the frank and unqualified words of encouragement, particularly with regard to her relative 'realness'. The ghost supposed at some point she'd gotten fairly comfortable with the idea of being primarily an observer, since so many aspects of day to day life were either rendered pointless or impractical in the extreme by her ethereal nature. "...thanks. That... that actually helps a lot!" she replied with hesitancy that gave way to enthusiasm as she refocused her attention of the first rock. Waving her hands to one side like a bowler trying to convince a wayward ball away from the gutter, she concentrated fully on her task.
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That does indeed hit, since Drescher charged to attack Jill. Drescher Toughness Save vs. DC 26. (1d20+4=21) Bruised and Dazed. 26 - Dragonfly - Uninjured - 2HP 21 - Gross - Unconscious 20 - Ackerman - Uninjured 15 - Jill O'Cure - Uninjured 12 - Drescher - Bruised x1, Dazed (Dragonfly's turn), -2 Defense 7 - Hahn - Staggered, Dazed (Jill O'Cure's turn)
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Ackerman, the only member of the group of Overthrow agents actually wearing protective, tinted ski goggles let out a particularly girlish shriek as the electricity from Dragonfly's gauntlet delivered a nasty shock to his system. "Aw, go easy on them, muñequita," Jill called loudly as the glow around her hands turned from virulent green to crackling blue. "It's their first time in a real fight. I mean, I assume." Clenching her fist, the metamagi caused drill shaped force fields to erupt from below the one barking orders, breaking the thick ice into scraping, sliding chunks and taking the fight out of Hahn for the moment. Undaunted, the lone female of their opponents, presumably Drescher, charged forward, surprisingly surefooted across the snow covered surface, and lashed out as Jill with a pair of dark red nunchaku she'd drawn from her belt along the way. "Who the hell wears a crop top to the arctic?!" the martial artist snarled indignantly, focusing on the offending detail rather than the abrupt and unexplained appearance of the heroes. "Hey, have you seen these abs?" the acrobatic young woman retorted, barely skipping out of the attack's way. The agents didn't seem to have any superhuman abilities between them, thankfully, but they were clearly well-trained.
