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Jill O'Cure Move Action: Auto-DC 23 Fast Taunt. Standard Action: Autoimmunity Touch vs. SoS. (1d20+10=24) Sword of Santiago Sense Motive vs. DC 23. (1d20+10=22) Fortitude Save vs. DC 20. (1d20+8=22) Fortitude Save vs. DC 25. (1d20+8=25) Ffft! 21 - SoS - Uninjured, Taunted, -2 Defense (Charge) 16 - Jill - Uninjured 14 - Dragonfly - Uninjured - 3HP
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Though a little surprised by the youth of the woman behind the metal mask, LaMarr admitted to himself that more and more people seemed surprisingly young to him these days, particularly those in the hero game. She certainly wasn't any younger than he'd been when he first gone by 'Wail'. It took a moment to wrack his memory of recent events and recall what the Lab was; once he had, Ironclad's involvement with the high-tech mercenaries made perfect sense. "Jokers stole a student of mine, too. Smart kid. Nothing like a little kidnapping to round out a rap sheet." He tactfully avoided mentioning Lamont's likely metahuman abilities. It wasn't his place to reveal, at least not until it became more relevant to this impromptu sting operation.
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Kimber flew right behind the Leeds robots, literally cutting a few corners by passing through the wall on one side to emerge on the other and only barely having the presence of mind to avoid phasing through the pillars of circuitry lest her supernatural nature interfere with them. Once she spotted Ms. Harcourt, she pulled up short and bobbed up and down in the air, both hands clasped over her mouth. "Oh no, oh no, oh no..." the poltergeist murmured entirely to herself, not knowing the first thing about treating injuries or inspecting computers. Not for the first time the team's most immaterial member felt like the proverbial dead weight.
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A staggered character can actually make either a move action or a standard action, but not both, without surging. Asad would only need to spend that HP if he were also moving or if her were making a full action. Giant Krampus Toughness Save vs. DC 35. (1d20+22=27) That refreshes the daze and adds another bruise! 19 - Asad - Staggered, 2HP 16 - Pyre - Uninjured, 2HP 9 - Giant Krampus - Bruised x2, Dazed 4 - Wail - Uninjured, 3HP
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Sword of Santiago Toughness Save vs. DC 25. (1d20+13=26) Whoop. Move Action: Leap! Standard Action: Charge! Sword Charge vs. Jill. (1d20+9=21) Hooray for being Defense-shifted!
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Kimber followed closely behind the guide, floating almost horizontally in the air just a little higher than eye level. Enthralled though she found the dinosaurs themselves, she was, using fairly liberal definitions of the terms, a people person at heart, and she seemed most immediately interested in the animatronic professor himself. "Is your voice okay, Dr. Leeds?" she asked, head tilting slightly with concern, recalling the reason they had the Sanctum more or less to themselves. "Don't you need to get repaired with all the other robots?" Struck by an appalling thought before the android had a chance to respond, she circled around in front of him, gliding backwards as the group continued forward. "They're not being mean to you just 'cause they get to look like the Centurion and you don't, are they? 'Cause I'd give them a real talking to if they were!" The translucent blue phantom tapped one fist into and open palm for emphasis, her mouth set with seriousness.
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"Nah, underwater themes are lame," Jack drawled dismissively as he pulled out one of the conference table's chairs and took a seat. "We're all about plant and lizard themes these days. That's what's in right now." With his hands behind his head and hit feet outstretched, he looked every bit the lazy layabout, but those of more martial inclination would notice that his legs were never obstructed by the table itself, allowing him to rise immediately if the need arose. "For confirmed city folks, we've gotten awfully foresty of late." "Who's 'we' kemosabe? I'm dating a high-tech heroine," Jill interjected, hopping up to sit on the edge of the table, legs swinging below her as she looked about the room attentively.
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Initiative. (1d20+4=24)
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The instant Mara had begun to call her suit into being from its dimensional storage, Ellie has slipped away into one of Cuenca's many alleyways. She hated to leave her girlfriend to fend for herself against the madman even briefly, but she knew Dragonfly could more than take care of herself in the moments it would take her to change into her work clothes the old fashioned way. Drawing a dark red jacket and bandana mask from her bag, the young woman donned the costume with practiced speed. The blinding flash of the rose-hued attack had only just faded when Jill O'Cure appeared on the scene, perched on the edge of the roof of one of the pavilion's shorter buildings. <"Obviously she's the knight in shining armor, Crazy McFruitloops,"> she called down in answer to their opponent's shouted question. <"Whereas I'm the roguish comic relief and romantic interest. I'll just pencil you in as 'easily pummeled villain' then, yeah?">
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<"What fresh madness...?!"> the red-clad knight started as Dragonfly made her presence known, his attention easily diverted in his obviously unbalanced state. <"Armor that appears with foul magics!"> Swinging his sword about to point in Mara's direction with so much vigor it almost looked as if were about to throw it at her, his glowing eye flared with energy as bolts of crimson lightning slashed down from the sky all about the inventor, leaving gashes in the stone buildings and street. <"Be you witch or warrior, blasphemer?!">
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21 - SoS - Uninjured 16 - Jill - Uninjured 14 - Dragonfly - Uninjured - 3HP Sword of Santiago Move Action: Fast Startle. (1d20+8=24) Standard Action: Red Lightning Attack. (1d20+6=23) That should hit Dragonfly, so it's a DC 25 Toughness save for her. Luckily, her Fearless means she can skip the Startle save. Jill O'Cure Move Action: Abscond! Free Action: Quick Change! Move Action: Rescond!
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Was that a move action to fly back up to Giant Krampus, Surging for a standard action and using that standard action to attack?
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It took Kimber several more beats than Sharl to pick up on the cause of Koshiro's distress, at which point her hands flew to her face to cover a deep cerulean blush of embarrassment. "Oh! Oh... marmalade. Sorry, Koshiro, I didn't..." Trailing off, she tapped the ends of her index fingers together pensively until abruptly and visibly struck by an idea. "Would it help if you stuck your arm through me?" she asked brightly, spreading her arms to leave her sundress unobscured. Almost as soon as she did, however, her hopeful expression sank a few shades. "...no, I guess probably not." Sinking low enough to trail the toes of one sandal along the floor, she floated through the air to get a better look at the hologram Sharl had raised. As it moved from environment to environment, her eyes grew wider until she was practically vibrating with the glee of seeing real, live dinosaurs. Even so, she said nothing and shot a look back over her shoulder at the origami artist and his computer generated roommate, unsure if it would be rude to stop feeling bad so quickly.
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"Avoid repacking 'chute," Midnight explained, stepping closer to Wander to place an arm confidently around her waist. While his midnight mist-saturated muscle tissue was, in truth, very nearly a match for Erin's super-serum granted durability these days, she was still far better at sticking a landing from a great height. If that rationale afforded him an opportunity to put his arm around his girlfriend, well, he was after all widely considered to be a master at turning any situation to his advantage. Familiar himself with history of the outlandish device Mark had chosen to duplicate, the masked man let its nature go without comment. He only hoped it would prove effective against a target they had precious little real intelligence regarding. If not, it would be his job to come up with an immediate Plan B.
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"I could have gone with 'Stringbean'," Jill drawled to Ironclad, the other girl noticeably tall and thin even in her technological armor, "but I was worried the colour part of that would have been too subtle." At Arrowhawk's terse rejoinder, Jack's broad grin shifted to a much more contained smirk as he lowered his arms and dropped most of his affected obnoxiousness. "Well shucks, it's gonna be tough to cartoonishly exaggerate your personality if you insist on using facts and reasonable behaviour," he laughed merrily before lowering his voice to add, "Besides, we've obviously been underestimated here and I hate to disappoint." True, the tone of the message left for them had pushed his buttons enough to warrant a kneejerk response, but the swashbuckler was more than happy to play the fool right up until the point when he could use that perception to his advantage. As talk turned back to deciding a course of action, Jill piped up, "I can make us a bubble to carry us up to the surface, if we're really underwater." She didn't really have any reason to doubt that they were, but it seemed a little ridiculous all the same. Her brother shook his head. "Nah, Mr. Multifaceted has a point. Worst case scenario, meeting face-to-face gets us close enough to make a fight of it. Don't love dancing to their tune much, but for now it's all that's on the radio."
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Initiative. (1d20+3=14)
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Kimber visibly wilted a bit at Koshiro's suggestion and even sank low enough that her feet disappeared into the forest floor up to her ankles when Sharl seemed to be going along with it. The phantom really did think setting the forest on fire was a good idea, but that last thing she wanted to do just then was remind everyone of her paralyzing fear. It wasn't until Eve's reprimand and subtle flick of her eyes in Ghost Girl's direction that the poltergeist really felt something crumble inside her. Her friends were in danger and they were arguing and it was at least partly her fault. If she hadn't panicked, they wouldn't have all rushed to the basement, and she could have actually scouted ahead, gathered information so they could plan and take their time. She literally couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so low, and with everyone otherwise occupied, she gradually faded from sight. She'd just gone completely invisible, head unseen hanging in shame, when something about Sharl's comments crept in among the self-reproach. They still needed a distraction, and by jams she was at least as hard to hurt as the holographic teenager. She didn't know everything about being a superhero, she didn't even know a lot, but she knew that a hero cleaned up her own messes. Before anyone had a chance to stop her, even if they could have seen what she was up to, the determined spirit had made a beeline for the center of the ceremony, carefully the braziers and strange, tree-things, immaterial form or not. When she reappeared just over Collins' head, it wasn't with the hard-to-focus-on blur that usually accompanied her arrival, but with a sudden suffusion of the pale blue luminance of frosted moonbeams, pouring forth like the light at the end of a long tunnel. Like the unnaturally fluid headmistress, the figure that appeared there held recognizable features despite its transformation, but the similarities between the two ended there. In a long, billowing dress, an ageless Kimber floated, no longer marked by youth but neither of any definite year. Her complexion was beyond flawless, lit from within with lovely radiance so frigid it seemed to freeze eyelids open. She was altogether too beautiful and terrifying because of it, a cold angel of certain, unhurried death and eternity. "You would worship something unnatural?" she whispered in a voice that was the sweetest of all melodies and the howl of the most violent blizzard. "Then kneel. Worship and despair."
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Alright, Kimber's had a rough day, everybody's arguing and she's going to do something drastic. Ghost Girl switches to her 'terrible beauty' AP, flies into the middle of the ritual and uses Fascinate [Diplomacy] check. (1d20+13=31) That's 35 where Attractive applies.
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"You should try being see-through, too!" Kimber suggested to Sharl with a chipper smile, popping up behind the holographic teen and his roommate. She stuck her own ethereal forearm into Koshiro's back and out the other side so that her waving hand protruded from the solid youth's chest above Sharl's limb. "See? Then we'd be totally twinsies!" It honestly didn't seem to occur to her just how unsettling the entire demonstration might have been for the Detroit native and token meat-person. "Something really cool?!" she repeated after Sharl's question, her arm pulling out of Koshiro's personal space as she reflexively floated higher in the air. "What is it?!"
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"Y'know, he gets that reaction a lot?" Jill mused glibly in response to Arrowhawk's reaction to the sound of her brother's still ranting voice as she stepped fully out into the hallway as additional faces appeared. The man in black's sudden, practically explosive entrance had given her a bit of a start, but the others she recognized, at least. "Well hey! How's it hanging Greenjeans, Labour Day? We've practically got a pencil crayon pack of masked marvels here." "...get that underwater resorts didn't really pan out like people were hoping," her brother's voice continued to shout from behind her, getting even louder as he approached the door, "but this is no way to encourage repeat business! Let's talk long-term market strategy, here!" The royal blue clad swordsman stepped purposefully into the hallway with one finger raised in the air to emphasize his point, then stopped short to quickly take stock of the assembled group. Eyes falling across the eldest present, a grin spread across his face. "'Hawky! Long time no see, my disproportionately violent chum!" Jack spread his arms wide. "Hugs?"
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Question: are the Dark Young Fearless? Got a notion if they're not, but it seems like they probably would be.
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Datalink doesn't actually require the system to be wireless, just that the user be able to accurately perceive said system or be able to search for it. Ironclad's radio Super-Sense isn't Accurate, but if it's close enough that she can do a Search and find it, she's good to go. Her Mental Quickness would then let her go to town; Machine Control also means it wouldn't even need to be digital tech if there are buttons to press. If the life support system is totally separate from anything else and there aren't any useful computers or other machines within a range she could reasonably Search in the time available, she's out of luck. Of course, there could be a radio Obscure or Concealment effect, or you could simply Fiat it!
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Ghost Girl was startled enough by Dead Head's enthusiastic manner that she offered no resistance as the decaying hero spun her one way then the other. She wasn't used to anyone being able to physically interact with her let along good-natured manhandling, but the bulk of her attention remained on the story being told, frosted eyes lighting up as she looked closely at each place indicated as though trying to see the described event for herself. "Woaow!" she exclaimed, arms pushed downward straight as rods at her sides and fingers spread in a gesture of excitement. "Does that kind of stuff really happen a lot, then?" At Equinox's warning, the phantom drew herself up self-consciously and protested, "W-well, I know that!" She had actually gotten a very brief primer on the most basic rules of the supernatural world from Daniel Storm but the reaction was more due to the witch's demeanor reminding Kimber that she was very much the inexperienced junior present. She didn't want to look bad in front of heroes she'd almost immediately added to her admittedly lengthy list of role models.
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Jack is making an Auto-34 Bluff check to distract whoever's watching the camera feeds of the rooms, if it makes any difference.
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Jack regained consciousness to the sound of a familiar voice reeling off a list of increasingly creative obscenities in a variety of languages. Holding his head in one hand and rolling onto his feet with a groan, the fencer looked about his surroundings as he pieced together the preceding events. "Oy, hermanita, in here," he called loudly, wincing slightly at the volume of his own voice. His sister appeared in the doorway leading to their rooms' shared accommodations with a scowl framed by one hand folding a sleek, touch-screen tablet and the other raised in indignation. "Have you seen this?" she demanded. Blinking at the indicated device, Jack paused for a moment, blinked once then began, "Well, I mean, I kinda though they were just oversized smartphones at first, but--" "Not that, the message," Jill interrupted tersely, tossing the tablet at her brother's head with a considerable amount of force. Even in his groggy state, the agile swordsman was able to snag the electronic device out of the air, bringing it closer then further from his eyes as he struggled to focus on the text. "...huh." Looking up he shared a silent glance with his sibling, then looked around for the implied surveillance equipment. Reaching a consensus without saying a word, he tossed the pad onto his cot and raised his voice. "You idiotas get that kidnapping us doesn't make me want to avoid hurting you, right? Hurting people is what I do!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, waving his arms as he moved about the rooms, greatcoat flapping at his feet as he generally made a spectacle of himself. "My fist is an artist and your faces are its ridiculously ugly canvasses! And another thing!" While Jack was suitably distracting, Jill took the opportunity to open the unlocked door leading out into the larger facility, poking her head out to look around. Over her shoulder, her brother's continuing tirade poured into the hallway. "Where's the chocolate mint?! That's just Hospitality Services 101! It's the principle of the thing! I demand my chocolate mint!"
