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Jack of all Blades (12) Interceptors: From the Ground Floor (5) Scrier's Masquerade (7) Midnight (9) Faded Giant (5) Spoiler Alert (4) Wail (5) Kramp My Style (2) Science Shenanigans (3) Ghost Girl (19) Fine Spirits (3) Change is Necessary for Growth (4) It's Gonna Be the Future Soon (12) GM/NPC (16/2 = 8) Kramp My Style (3/2) Hours in the Day Jill (9/2) Hours in the Day GM (4/2) I'll pass the GM/NPC posts up to Jack's total for convenience, then trickle those down to bring Wail up to at least 15 and Ghost Girl up to at least 25. Ghost Girl can also have the Ref Point.
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"If only you'd invented some sort of technology for bringing access to a larger space with you wherever you went," Ellie sighed in mock wistfulness, playfully sending a cascade of loose snow from the bank above their heads raining down atop them with a swipe of her free hand, still enamored by the sensation of the flakes against her skin without the chill. "...do you think we could actually do that?" she asked after a pause, staring up at the arctic sky. "Just have a place away from everything... Ah, when would we even have time to enjoy it? I guess it'd be kinda crazy to build something here."
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Wail Move Action: Walk into the warehouse. Standard Action: All-Out Attack 5, Power Attack 5 Sonic Wail. (1d20+8=22) That's a DC 38 Toughness Save for Block, and ideally I'd like to use Knockback to send him flying back and into Tackle.
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"Now if only we could teach the geckos to be quiet..." Ellie mused largely to herself, one hand on her chin and her eyes on the building rather than the conversation. "At least somebody has a little imagination," Erik groused as he shooed Chris away from the visibly pregnant dryad so that he could place one arm around her back and bend down to kiss her briefly on the cheek. "And the building is not that bad. This is sturdy West End construction; got it where it counts! We can fix up what needs fixing up easily enough. ...we pretty much have to," the fencer admitted finally with a sigh, a little wear and tear showing though his expression of determined optimism. "Lacking our old resources is one thing, but we're circling the drain on 'broke', too. We need a base of operations, and I need a source of income, especially with another mouth to feed on the way. It's all win, trust me!"
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"You're such a rockstar," Ellie chuckled as she rolled through the bank to lie next to her girlfriend, one arm draped across Mara's stomach and her chin resting in the space between the inventor's shoulder blade and neck. With the consideration of cold removed, the thick snow made an accommodating mattress, offering a chance to recover from the unexpected stress of their previous destination. "Granted, Cuenca definitely had more stuff to do, but you're raking in beaucoup romance points." It was more than a little unconventional, but so had been the circumstances of their meeting. "Can't beat it for getting some privacy. How does this work, anyway?" she asked, glancing toward the armband.
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Kimber wasn't sure how much of the conversation she was actually following, not recognizing much of the terminology or any of the names being dropped, but her head turned attentively from one speaker to the next, listening intently to everything being said and trying to make as much sense of it as she could between vigorous scratching between Mutt's ears. It sounded like despite all of the supernatural threats Nick and his friends had rattled off in the short time since she'd met them all there wasn't really a superhero team dealing with them specifically, at least not a team in the way she was familiar with, like True North or the Freedom League. "Well, um, it sounded like there are a lot of people who'd try to take advantage of the dead," she piped up, primarily addressing Equinox after the witch had been considerate enough to fill her in a bit but shooting a glance toward Nick and Dead Head as well. "Or maybe really mess things up for everybody 'cause they didn't know what they were doing. And I guess since I am spooky stuff, I kinda have a responsibility to help handle other spooky stuff, right?"
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Initiative. (1d20+2=16)
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Kimber responded to Eve's unusually demonstrative show of cheer by hugging her back, though she used only one arm and was painfully careful now that she'd realized she very literally did not know her own strength. Even that wouldn't have been enough to stop her from raining long delayed physical affection down upon her remaining teammates in a veritable deluge of elation but Sharl's polite but determined interruption pointedly reminded her of the time sensitive task at hand. Accepting the long coat, she slipped it on and doing up the buttons. She even went so far as to turn up the collar as best she could, though it did precisely nothing to hide her bombastic new hairstyle. If clamping down of the delighted squeal that bubbled instantly up her throat took concentration, actually keeping her feat on the ground required nothing short of tremendous willpower. It wasn't just that she felt like she could outfly a hummingbird; having mass at all was proving to be something of a novelty. --Was walking always this hard?-- she wondered over the mental link Sage had provided and reminded them about, taking the warning against idle chatter to heart.
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Okay, well, with Skill Mastery and Inspire, Trevor can hit 20 on a Medicine check without rolling. Is that going to cut it? Should he make some other rolls or take 20?
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Doing her best to sit as still as possible inside the remaining immersion suit, Kimber couldn't resist turning to see how the others were doing, inadvertently phasing the top of her head right out of the helmet. Pulling back quickly only exacerbated the situation, ultimately leaving her floating in an awkward position with one legs passing through the chair beneath the suit and neither arm entirely within their respective sleeves. "Oh jams..." she muttered in exasperation, finally turning her attention to the conduit that ran from the uncooperative ensemble to what she gathered was the main computer. Hesitating for a moment, the phantom finally let out a brief, determined breath and slowly reached out with one extended finger. As the digit neared the cable a jolt of electricity leapt between them and abruptly Kimber's world turned blindingly white. While the rest of the team had appeared more or less within seconds of one another, moments passed with no sign of their final member, just long enough for the fear that something had gone wrong to begin to grow. All at once a strong wind whipped up about them, sending black overcoats billowing out behind their wearers. Tucked away between the skyscrapers' bases, a point of light expanded into a person-sized sphere of distorted air with a rippling, mirrored sheen, crackling with electricity and filling the air with scent of ozone. The electrical discharges became more frequent and violent along with the wind until both disappeared without warning, leaving the bubble to melt away and reveal a figure kneeling inside. Against Tronik's palate of glossy blacks and washed out greens, Kimber stood out in a shock of colour. Brilliant blue hair done up in a mass of tight, wild curls that tapered into streaks of jet black framed a face marked by purple lipstick and asymmetrical lightning bolt designs in electric blue makeup or ink. Her black pants and boots at least looked as if they'd made an attempt to conform to the local fashion, but a bright teal belt and laces combined with an off-the-shoulder purple top emblazoned with her customary capital 'G' ruined any lingering chance of that. The overall effect was that of a recently electrocuted glam rocker fresh from the stage of several decades past. As she stood up and opened eyes that sparked with power, however, the most noticeable change was that the dead girl's skin was no longer palely translucent but the warm tone of someone who spent a lot of time outside despite coming from a colder climate. The faint sound of her boot against the ground as she took a step forward confirmed it: Kimber was solid. "Oh... my..." the Canadian teen began, looking down at her hands with a stunned expression before clenching them into fists that veritably vibrated with excitement. "Eeeheehee!" With a delighted sound, Kimber literally flew forward wrap Indira in a crushing hug that would have certainly cracked bones in someone who had any. "Oh wow oh wow oh wow!"
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Ellie raised a hand to her eyes, thinking for a moment that she had been somehow dazzled by the teleportation. After blinking a few times and taking a crunching step forward in the heavy snowfall the reality dawned upon her and she let out a genuine, throaty laugh. "Oh my-- You remembered, huh? Big sap." Turning around, the acrobatic young woman ran through the snow with surprising grace to tackle Mara in a bear hug, sending them both toppling into a snowbank where she wasted no time in pressing her lips to those of her girlfriend to adequately indicate how pleased she was with the surprise.
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Depositing her mask and gloves back in her bag but not bothering with the rest of her reasonably casual look costume, Ellie accepted the armlet with as eyebrow the lifted into her dyed black bangs. "You do get that I'm supposed to be giving you presents today, right?" she asked, the hint of a laugh behind her voice as she affixed the piece to her upper left arm. As much as Mara protested a complete lack of interest in appearance, she took a considerable amount of pride in her work and as such had produced a handsome if presumably strictly practical accessory. It also didn't escape the pre-med student's notice that it had been rendered in hues that complimented her taste and complexion rather than the silver and blue the engineer would have chosen for herself. "Should I be worried by the need for very pretty safety gear?"
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"Body could have been preserved for decades," Midnight pointed out. They had no way of knowing how long the corpse had been possessed; either someone might have only brought it out of storage recently for that purpose or the unnatural occupant might have been able to prevent decay with its mere presence. Either way, the evidence was continuing to point toward premeditation and responsible parties beyond the 'colour' itself. "Hnh. Autopsy first," he agreed with Edge.
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Rick Lucas. Again. Of course. Had he been anything less than a paragon of restrained body language, Midnight would have been tempted to plant his gloved hand firmly against his mask. It made a certain degree of sense, of course, given the time period evidently being affected and the Lucas family's preternatural ability to find themselves at the center of events of import, but the last thing they needed was for Mark to be more distractible than usual. With a difficult application of will, he put his considerable distaste for the man aside, though he shook neither proffered hand and instead stepped off the platform toward the man with the stopwatch, the only one who seemed to be taking things more seriously than a social gathering. "Less talk, less chance of paradox," he intoned brusquely as he passed. "Work to do."
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"They had some kind of flying saucer thing earlier. Could have been cloaked or some other trash." LaMarr was by no means a technology expert and while he'd made a point to stay reasonably current with the various devices readily available to the public over the decades, his general policy when it came to super-science was to assume that anything that had been considered science fiction fare in his youth was probably now a potential reality. "Worst case, they don't have him here and I knock heads together until another lead falls out. Coming?"
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"I think he was saying something about the cathedral, the one that doesn't allow photography or anything. 'BasÃlica de Nuestra Señora de Gracia'," Jill suggested, flourishing vaguely with her glowing hand as she recited the building's full title. "Or whatever. Guy seemed pretty out of it, so he's probably fine now that we got that sword away from him. We can just turn him over to the local law." She had to admit that she knew next to nothing about Spain's superhero community let alone the structure of their police force, but it didn't seem like it would be too hard to get the proper authorities there to take over. "...yeah, y'know what, backup plan it is. It's been weirdly stressful to stick around here now."
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"Take that and that and that!" Ghost Girl shouted downward from within the watertight paper cube, slamming her immaterial heel down into the struggling mess of shapeshifter over and over again. While the blows passed into the hideous mass rather than dealing physical damage, the repeated exposure to Kimber's supernatural substance was having the desired effect, sapping the strength right out of Collins until she was nothing but a sickly looking puddle collecting around the origami construct's bottom. Satisfied that the unmoving gelatin was suitably defeated, Kimber let her jaw lower itself as if unhinged, ectoplasmic skin stretching unnaturally before releasing as howling blast on frigid winter storm that left Collins' soupy remains frozen in a solid block of ice that conformed to the shape of the paper cube. Flipping over in the air so that her face was closer to the chilled headmistress than her feet, Ghost Girl narrowed her eyes in a surprisingly angry, predatory expression and whispered, "I'm pretty sure you're still awake in there, so if I ever hear about you going anywhere near a school again, I'll do a lot worse than this." Turning back around, she dusted off her hands and resumed her more customary look of determined innocence. "And I'm a poltergeist, you vitalist jerk!" Ducking her head outside of the cube's walls so that she could look about, she called to her teammates, "You can drop the box! The headmistress is cooling her heels! And everything else!"
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Kimber is actually Fatigued, even after spending the HP (putting her at 5), since she used Extraordinary Effort last round. Anyway! Ghost Girl Standard Action: Power Attack 5, Chill of the Grave. (1d20+5=6) ...of course. Hero Point: Reroll: Power Attack 5, Chill of the Grave. (1d20+5=12) So 22. That's another DC 26 Fort Save. Assuming that drains her to 0 Strength and leaves her helpless (again)... Extra Effor: Surge for Standard Action. Full Action: Coup de Grace Ice Breath to freeze the puddle solid. Yes. She'll start the next round still fatigued with 3 HP.
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Stunting off of his Demonic Power array, I assume? Now, while you can absolutely choose to use fewer ranks, effecting a smaller area typically requires either the Selective Extra or Reverse Progression as a power feat. I'm not going to fuss over it in this case, but you should really think about picking up Takedown Attack for Pyre so he can goon-sweep in situations like this.
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Ghost Girl looked suitably mollified by Equinox's patient explanation, already feeling bad about getting a little snippy with the practitioner contrary to her naturally forgiving and upbeat disposition. That nature reasserted itself immediately upon the mention of a team, the phantom floating another full foot into the air in her enthusiasm. "Really? I could totally help with that!" she assured Nick before turning to Equinox and Dead Head in turn. "I'm still learning a lot of stuff but turning invisible and walking through walls and stuff it super useful, for sure!"
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"<Yeah yeah...>" Jill muttered in response to their foe's incomplete objection. "<Good night, Irene.>" Reeling back, she slugged the knight once more across the jaw with her glowing hand, snorting with satisfaction as he finally crumpled against the rooftop. The mystical blade fell from his fingers as he lost consciousness, clattering loudly and sparking with crimson energies. Quickly throwing a crackling blue bubble of bioelectrical force around it, Jill watched as the fanciful costume disappeared from their beaten opponent, leaving a perfectly ordinary man in simple casual wear at here feet. "So..." she began, looking to her armored amore. "Cuenca was kind of a bust."
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The knight abruptly straightened from his bent posture when Dragonfly's gauntlet connected, his body going rigid as the presumably mystical armor he wore proved to be as effective a conductor as its mundane equivalent. Electricity rushed downward, leaving a blackened mark on the rooftop's ceramic tiles about the shocked swordsman's feet. Even so, with a wild look in his eyes, he seemed determined not to go down. "<Th-the gr-g-grace of t-t-the-->" the obviously delusional attacked managed to grate out before his jaw seized up on him despite his best efforts.
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Sword of Santiago Fortitude Save vs. DC 20. (1d20+3=19) Just dazed, grr argh. Still, his turn passes! Jill O'Cure Move Action: Feint vs. SoS. (1d20+13=28) Sword of Santiago Sense Motive vs. DC 28. (1d20+9=12) (+1 second attempt, -2 sickened = -1 net change) Jill O'Cure Standard Action: Autoimmunity Touch, Power Attack 5. (1d20+5=15) Sword of Santiago Fort Save vs. DC 25. (1d20+3=5) Max -10 Fortitude! Fort Save vs. DC 30. (1d20-7=-5) Yeah, he's out. Don't even need to roll against the Nauseate.
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Jill breathed a sigh of intense relief as her partner finally managed to effect the chainmail clad juggernaut. She'd gotten a little cocky, letting him get in so close and resorting to her touch based powers rather than keeping him at a distance with her force fields, but there wasn't much to be done about that now except to press the advantage while they had it. "Okay, take two," she muttered to herself in English, gathering as much power as she could into her fist, virulent light seeping forth from between her finger, darkened by floating spots of shadowy jetsam. She didn't have the same wells to draw upon as her brother, but to her own metamagi nature it was as reflexive as drawing back her arm for the blow itself. "<Eat luminous immune system overload, Chuckles!>" the young woman demanded before springing forward and slamming the butt of her palm up into the disoriented knight's nose. Rather than a glancing touch, this time she actively poured her sickly power into her target, coaxing his own body's defenses to turn against each other. With a choked gagging sound, the Sword of Santiago's eyes when wide and unfocused as the veins in his face turned a dark, prominent green. The imposing swordsman suddenly held himself with much less certainty, his free hand clutching his stomach as he slipped again and fell to one knee, further reducing the rooftop's supply of tiles.
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The frothing knight made the error of pausing to shout something else nonsensical in Jill's face as he shrugged off the effects of her attack, only to be interrupted as he opened his mouth and inhaled by the rending of physical law that Dragonfly had pitched squarely between his shoulders. This, finally, brought forth the desired reaction as the swordsman bent from the force of the spatial distortion's impact, the limits of his powerful resilience momentarily exceeded. Distracted, he stumbled on the tiles of the rooftop, sending one then another sliding away to shatter on the ground below as he recovered his footing.
