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Floating around to Indira's back, Kimber folded her leg underneath her levitating form and places a ethereal hand on each knee. "Okay, gimme a sec, I'm probably kinda out of practice with this," she forewarned before furrowing her brow in concentration. For a moment nothing happened, then the disguised Kinigosi's hair shifted as if of its own accord, separating into two halves. The right bundle then further split before slowly twining itself together in a methodical braid. From Indira's perspective, it felt very much as though the hair was being manipulated by nimble, unseen hands.
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"Well, I hear there's a Meta-Grue, so I don't see why not," Kimber opined airily, not overly concerned with the details or practical obstacles to such a thing. "Maybe it's like a muscle you need to exercise until-- oh, wait. Hrn, I guess you don't actually have muscles, either, huh? Still!" Clearly the phantom had every confidence that her friend could learn whatever new applications of her abilities she liked, and didn't seem bothered by the idea of human disguises being relatively common to come by among the more space-faring species. Eyes lighting up with inspiration and a little unnatural light, she bobbed up and down in the air. "Oh! Oh! Okay, I know you can just make your hair take whatever style you want, but let it down again. Trust me, it's another slumber party thing."
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Kimber tilted her head slightly to one side, looking brightly curious about the ill explained alien enhancement. "So then you're like... a meta-Kinigosi, then? With special powers! So rad." Shifting her head to lean toward her opposite shoulder, an approximation of a sly look spread across her face, though it lost something in combination with her ever present exuberance. "Y'know, I was wondering about that. For somebody who acts like she doesn't know much about Earth and humans, you sure picked a really pretty disguised form."
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"Yeek!" Kimber half-shrieked and half-laughed, her floating hair briefly standing on end in response to Indira's unexpected display. "Ohmigoodness, is that what I look like? Haha, yes, that's pretty close. It's kind weird seeing a skull all shiny like that, but you've got the right idea." Absently drifting through the room to circle around her alien roommate's chair, she considered. "Hm, pretending to be human must be really hard if you're not even used to having bones..." she observed as she came back around to face her friend again. "My real ones are buried under an unmarked pile of dirt and rocks super far away, which is actually sorta icky to think about now that I say it out loud. Ooh!" Abruptly recovering from that idle thought, she clapped her hands. "Did you sign up for any biology courses this term? I bet you'd totally be into that stuff!"
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"Hey, you don't have to tell me about fragile!" Kimber pointed out with a giggling laugh, either oblivious to or simply not bothered by the somewhat macabre sentiment. She punctuated the statement by screwing up her eyes and sticking her tongue out comically while her appearance flickered almost too briefly to notice to that of a translucent blue skeleton with empty eye sockets and an unsettling pearly grin before returning to normal. "I don't think you have to worry about our trees, though. I spent a lot of time in the forest back home and they never tried anything, really."
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Ghost Girl flew through and over the canopy of unnatural trees to watch Bastion's transformation with expressive horror, clapping her hands to her hooded face in shock. "First the wendigo, now this...! Is this kind of thing really common nowadays?" she wondered quietly aloud to herself before flying forward and passing through the massive, misshapen form as she had Medea. Not only did this seem to have little effect on the creature, the phantom emerged from the other side with her face screwed up in disgust, shaking her arms and legs as though trying to remove something clinging to her. "Ew ew ew ew ew!"
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"Wait, Sprouts knew before I did, too? Argh, man..." Jack groaned, still sounding a little off-balance as he placed a hand on the back of Willow's head. "Uh, right, leadery stuff. Ah..." Looking about to take stock of the larger situation once again, he found things already well in hand. Jill and Ferros were seeing to the civilians and damaged buildings while Miss Americana seemed to have already moved on to other concerns in the frantic chaos of the Gorgon's approach. Speaking of which... The swashbuckler scanned about until he found Geckoman approaching. "Alright, not out of the woods yet, we should still get you out of... range, I guess. Can gab a ride with Gecks. ...ah, Dios, have you been to see a doctor yet? There are... tests or something, right? And the kid's probably going to be a meta, too...!" Resting his chin atop the dryad's white hair, Jack's expression gradually turned more and more stricken as new concerns presented themselves one after another.
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Ghost Girl Move Action: Fly to Bastion. Standard Action: Drain Strength. (1d20+10=25)
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Blinking rapidly, Kimber gave her roommate a nonplussed look as she tried to frame an answer. "...sometimes you say things that make me think your planet is a very, very scary place, Indira," she noted frankly. The young alien woman tended to treat just about everything like it might suddenly try to kill her; moreover, that didn't seem to cause her any undo fear, only a general state of wary confidence. The impressionable phantom found it a little awe-inspiring on the whole. "Um, yeah, though, our plants don't really... move or anything, for the most part. There's like, some that eat insects, I guess, but that's sorta the exception."
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Letting out a relieved breath she hadn't strictly speaking been holding in the first place, Kimber smiled broadly. "Phew. Well, that sounds okay, then. I was kinda worried there." Floating a little lower toward the floor so that she was level with her seated roommate again, she balanced her chin in the hands. "I dunno about my cause being just, though. Dunno what my cause is. Amnesia is the pits sometimes." Sighing, she perked up again, apparently through sheer willpower, refusing to be kept down by the distressing subject matter. "Well fair's fair, I asked you a bunch of stuff. Anything you want to know about Earth?"
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Kimber floated interestedly a few centimeters in the direction of the idol when it was indicated, but kept her distance. She'd been curious about the alien sculpture, of course, but learning that it held religious significance for her friend, she regarded it with measure of caution and respect. She turned back to Indira, floating in a tight circle, her expression sharply apprehensive. "...h-hunt?" Both hands closed slightly as they pulled up to her chin nervously, before she blurted, "You... you don't want to hunt me, though, right? I know I'm not really supposed to still be here but I don't want to hurt anybody and... and..." The spirit's hair sagged at though the literal wind had been taken out of her sails, her lower lip jutting slightly out in earnest distress. "And I don't want to die again."
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"Oh, sure, that makes sense," Kimber agreed easily, nodding her smooth, blue-steel head. "I mean, if you mean what I think you mean than that's what that means, totally!" the phantom elaborated in an ill-advised attempt at clarification. There followed a few beats of thoughtful silence before her appearance faded in and out of focus, as though moving momentarily into the corner of Indira's field of vision, reappearing in her usual human form, pajama clad once more. "You said you didn't really have ghosts of Kinigos, right?" she asked her roommate with a small frown, an expression of sober consideration on the typically upbeat girl's face. "Did you mean you've never heard of a real one or that you don't have any stories about them?"
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"If you ever wanna get some perspective on fashion, try being dead and crazy for fifteen years!" Kimber suggested, bobbing up and down in the air a little despite her ostensibly seated posture. "I don't actually remember what kind of stuff I wore when I was alive, but all the things I think look cool now are apparently all tacky or dated or whatever. Even if I owned any clothes, I'd need to buy new ones!" Granted, she couldn't actually wear real clothes any more and her ethereal nature meant she could put forward whatever outfit she wanted, but that was really beside the point. "Perfume is okay, but I guess I can't really use that stuff, either. Nowhere to spray it! Ick, and I don't think you'd want to use it then shapeshift so that it was inside you..." The faux-Kinigosi form rippled visibly as she shuddered.
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"I hear that," Jill agreed with Geckoman's assessment, waving his apology off with one hand as she let her gathered energies ebb away at the Gorgon's apparent retreat. "Don't sweat it, greenjeans. You punch like a girl anyway." Offering the acrobatic animal-themed hero a weary smirk, she hobbled over to Ferros and his flying disk, taking a seat heavily on the side so that her feet dangled off of the hovering platform's edge. "Hoo. Alright, you can drive. Gonna need a minute." She agreed with the newest Interceptor that tending to any injured was the priority, even as she cast a cloudy glance toward her brother.
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This is more of a building suggestion than anything, but does he really need that many APs? A lot of them seem better left to stunting, especially given the extremely broad potential of his descriptors. For instance, why does he need Fatigue, Nauseate, Paralyze and Stun all as permanent powers? Mechanically, they all accomplish the same thing and if one really made that much more sense in a specific situation, that would be a perfect opportunity for a power stunt!
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The camo pattern isn't a problem. The first costume is the more cohesive, though I wouldn't mind seeing it with the lighter greys of the second version. There are a few little formatting things like the lack of capitalization on his Skills and Complications that could use fixing, before I forget. You could also probably trim down some of those descriptors for ease of reading. "[by directing his gravity pull towards walls or ceilings, he can use them as a floor]" could just be "[personal gravity, DNAscent]" for example, since we can read his Power Descriptions section for the rest. I do kinda love the rank of Speed for 'running downhill', though! One thing to keep in mind about his Device array: if he looses his boomerang he also won't be able to use his staff (or vice versa). Unless the staff and the boomerang are the same device in different configurations - which doesn't seem to be what you were going for, but might actually be fun - they should be separate Devices. Typically the DNAscent process is a closely guarded secret, where even those who have been put through it usually don't know the full details even if they haven't been brainwashed or otherwise had their memories altered. This can still work here if Stuart never knew just who was behind his enhancements. He may have just thought that OBN had hired some random scientists and then overheard something that made him nervous enough to bolt. Under know circumstances should a character start off knowing about the Labyrinth. Something that surely goes without saying, but for completion's sake: Stuart's status as a recovering alchoholic would need to be treated carefully. As it stands, I think you do a reasonable job in the backstory by not making it his one defining character trait, but the Complication implying he might relapse concerns me. For context, we've had a player want to make a currently alcoholic character 'for the lulz' before, which is obviously grotesquely acceptable. On the other hand, some of Tony Stark's best character moments in recent years have involved him visiting AA meetings. Can you give us a little better idea where you're planning to go with that part of his story?
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Considering how shaky Jack felt on his feet, it was a wonder either of them was remaining upright, especially since the unsteadiness wasn't entirely the result of physical exhaustion. Part of his had remained irrationally convinced that he had somehow misunderstood Willow's earlier comment, but there it was. "That's what you meant by 'issue'?" he blurted, his voice still quiet enough that it didn't pass far beyond the pair. "I thought you were talking about, y'know... the 'swordmaster's blade'." He raised his free hand immediately to ward off a response. "Sorry, cylinders are kinda firing at random here. Dios, I'm going to be father...?" Running the hand across the side of his bandana mask distractedly, the fencer forced himself to focus his disjointed attention of the woman leaning against him. "Alright. Look, this, all of this... was pretty bad, yeah, but I get it," he told her seriously, indicating the devastation surrounding them. "You didn't want to... let down your family, right? But you made the right call in the end, and you've got a new family now." Despite a visible tremor rattling his nerves, Jack managed a lopsided grin. "I know you're not up on all the human social cues, but when a guy uses himself as a crazy space juju lightning rod to give your sculpted, immortal booty a chance to break free, it's usually considered a grand-freaking-gesture, okay? It implies things. About feelings."
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Smiling in spite of his reserved demeanor, Trevor shrugged affably. "Up... over..." he noted in a casual deadpan, moving his hand to illustrate using the bridge's cables as a massive ramp to launch the Night Cycle into the air far over the river below. Eve's bout of laughter forced him to pause himself and shake his head in amusement, covering his eyes briefly with the same hand. "May have gone a little overboard trying to impress her. Be more embarrassed if it hadn't worked," he noted with slightly exaggerated swagger, a note of self-depricating irony still present behind his voice.
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"Important to recognize," Ted agreed curtly when Erin admitted a lack of knowledge in the area of high finance. For all the backhanded nature of the remark, the broker seemed to mean it in earnest; better that she defer to his expertise than pester him with ill-advised suggestions, after all. Closing the folder and placing in on his desk, he nodded. "All in order. Normally have a waiting list, but I'll slip this in. Waive consulting fees, naturally." Trevor's expression turned from silent, restrained rebuke to muted surprise. "...thank you. Not to seem ungrateful..." he began with a lifted brow. His father inclined his head slightly to acknowledge the sentiment. "Not a practice I typically encourage," he confirmed, crossing his arms over his broad, immacualtely dressed chest. "Consider it a graduation present." The younger Hunter actually grunted softly in bemusement at that. "Didn't think you'd remembered." "Can count," Ted replied in perfect deadpan.
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Kimber placed her hands on her jaw in reflexive sympathetic pain. "Impervium? But that's-- oh. Hm, I guess it's not like you've got teeth to break or anything, eh?" Admittedly the undead girl was still largely thinking in human terms, but the idea of 'you are what you eat' was simple enough. She suspected it helped that she didn't take the usual human bodily functions for granted quite so much as she must have when she was alive. "I think silver probably looks loads better than copper anyway," she asserted with considerable conviction, nodding emphatically for emphasis. "It's important to have your own sense of style, not just follow fads."
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"I guess it's a human custom, yeah!" Kimber nodded agreeably after considering for a moment, tilting her head slightly as she tired to frame an explanation. "It's where you get together with friends and spend all night talking and playing games and stuff, see. Huh. I guess 'sleepover' is kind of a lousy name for it, when I put it like that." The ghost's adopted form may have been fairly convincing, but her excited body language was distinctly human. "It'll be great! You can tell be about Kinigos and how you stay so... shiny! There's no way that just happens."
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"Sooort ooof liiike thiiis?" Kimber attempted, putting a bit of reverberation into her voice before putting a polished hand to her elongated throat. "Hee, that's hard," she admitted, her faux-Kinigosi visage curving in a very human grin. The ghost was clearly delighted at both the novelty of the illusion and being able to make some token effort for Indira's sake. She imagined being an alien on a strange world was much like being a shadow in the world of the living. Determined not to let either of them wallow in such depressing thoughts, she snapped her fingers in inspiration. "Ooh! If we're going to be up anyway, we should have like a sleepover! You could show me beauty tips from your planet, how rad would that be?"
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I see where you're going with this, but it reads as too granular for the system, really. M&M is effects based, and while you could certainly flavour flying as 'falling up', actually trying to treat it as falling mechanically is asking for a headache. A character who makes up for a lack of power control with other skills is suitable for a PL7, but I'd suggest heading back to the drawing board for how to represent that on his sheet. You might even leave it to Leaping altogether.
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Blinking a few times, Kimber's expression abruptly became stricken, her hands clapping on either side of her face. "Oh jams, I wasn't even thinking!" she cried in distress, gesturing with apologetic agitation. "Here I am going on about people looking at me weird when everybody must look weird to you! I-- huh, actually... Lemme try something..." The floating girl's eyes narrowed with concentration then began filling in with black before a third appeared upon her forehead, mimicking her friend's familiar transformation. Within moments the ghost had managed to approximate something not unlike a Kinigosi holding a humanoid form; she still had her usual number of limbs and general arrangement, but her form had smoothed and taken on a gleaming, blue-steel finish. "Ah, how's this?" she asked, a little apprehensively, her voice sounding exactly the same despite her sudden lack of visible mouth. "I've never thought to try anything other than humans before...!"
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Kimber floated downward as though weighted by her own ennui, coming to rest in a cross-legged seat a few inches off of the floor. "Back in the woods I could at least go out and about at night. There were animals and sometimes I'd sneak up to a campsite all invisible or..." Hair moving about as if lifted by a wind that wasn't there, the ghost made a morose face, resting her chin in both hands. "After sunset is the only time I can really look like I'm still... y'know. Alive. It seems like such a waste to be all cooped up." Kimber seemed to be, for the most part, perfectly fine with her undead condition, but it hadn't taken Indira long to notice that an inability to mingle and meet new people without frightening them wore on the gregarious Canadian.
