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Trevor placed a hand on Erin's hip in response, letting out a long breath through his masked nose. Normally he wasn't physically affectionate while they were on the job, but the young man felt the need to remind himself why he was on Anti-Earth and for whom he was fighting. "Sloppy ethics, sloppy thinking," he noted rubbing the bridge of his nose with his free hand, squinting behind his mask's lenses. "Sorry. Got under my skin for a minute."
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Wail chuckled flatly at Push's warning. "Boy, I got boots older than you, it ain't a question of disrespect. You took that hit like a man." The older hero let the youths handle the question of transportation. He'd been around long enough to know that impromptu team-ups had a way of working themselves out with surprising efficiency. "That little thing's not carrying me anywhere anyway," he explained with a glance at Silhouette's car. "Might not look it, but I come in at over half a ton." He raised his broad shoulders in an affable shrug. "We'll see how trim you lot are at fifty-six."
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Midnight led the way back to the sewers, just in case any other unwelcome eyes spotted them. Although his manner was curt and restrained, Erin at least was familiar enough with his body language to tell that he was grimacing underneath his featureless mask. Even pretending to be the Blank briefly was more disconcerting for him than he cared to admit, and the young man felt vaguely in need of a shower. Fortunately they made it underground without further interruption, and were soon on their way back to Talos' encampment.
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"You liar," Ellie berated with a faint smile, tracing her fingertips around the curve of Mara's brow. "If you weren't already horizontal, you'd be falling over." Reaching down with her free hand, she pulled the sheets back up to the other young woman's shoulders. "When was the last time you got even six solid hours of sleep? You're not the only one with a stake in the upkeep of that pert little bod, y'know," she teased lightly, reflexively downplaying her legitimate concerns. "You don't have to thank me, or apologize, either."
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Ellie silently let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and continued to stroke Mara's head, tilting her own face slightly to one side as she regarded the exhausted expression of the girl resting in her lap. For the umpteenth time, she wished that she had a better understanding of just how her metamagi abilities functioned, wished they could tell her the source of the symptoms they were alleviating, but this time she also thanked whatever cosmic forces may have had a hand in gifting her with those powers. "Try to get some sleep," she suggested softly.
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Shushing Mara softly, Ellie adjusted her position to better accommodate the engineer's head, slowly running her fingertips through the unkepmt blonde hair. "I'm going to try using my powers, alright?" she asked, a note of hesitation creeping into her low voice. This wasn't something she'd tried before, and the younger girl was afraid to find out it wouldn't help. "Just relax and keep your eyes closed," she instructed. "It might get a little bright." The glow about her hand took on the hue of natural sunlight, dappled as though filtering through a leafy forest canopy. With deliberate care, she brought her fingers down onto Mara's forehead, very gently massaging the energy into her scalp.
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Ellie pulled a sour expression, a medic dealing with an unruly patient. "If you're going to be this difficult every time I suggest taking things to the bedroom..." she muttered, following closely behind Mara just in case. To be fair, she was glad to see that the smaller girl wasn't completely immobilized, but she still would have rather carried her smoothly up the staircase with one of her force fields. "And you do walk with your brain," she countered, largely just to distract herself from fretting any more than she already was. "They're called 'motor functions'. Honestly." Once they'd reached the loft, Ellie led the way into the bedroom, reflexively gathering a faint blue glow about her hand so that she could see without turning on the lights. Pulling back the sheets, she sat cross-legged at the head of the bed and indicating her lap.
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"Hi," Ellie replied with a sound that wasn't sure if it was a chuckle or a sob. "Don't you dare apologize," the medic scolded without any true heat behind her words, her usual manner of wry challenge discarded, her brow furrowed with concern as she stroked the side of Mara's head. Her girlfriend may have looked like death warmed over, but Ellie's expression overflowed with concern and affection. "You look terrible. Beautiful and just awful," she informed the inventor with another choked laugh. "I'm going to carry you up to bed, okay?"
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Ellie managed to convey the urgency of the situation to the driver of the cab she hailed, although she maintained enough composure to get out about a block away from Mara's warehouse. The cabbie seemed reluctant to let the young woman out in the middle of nowhere, but there wasn't much he could do to stop her. From there it was only moments before she spotted the door left slightly ajar and slipped inside, closing it behind her as quietly as she could. "Marbar? Oh!" she breathed, leaving her coat in a pile on the floor as she moved swiftly to the workbench, dropping to her knees and wrapping her arms around the engineer's huddled form. Gingerly, she pulled Mara's head to her chest, murmuring softly.
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The slight blush in Ellie's cheeks drained immediately, and she reflexively brought a hand up to her mouth, the sound of Mara's haggard voice sending a jolt of panic through her chest. She was already snatching the coat up from the chair and running out her bedroom door before she had time to consciously decide to do so. "Oh Dios, I'll be right there, baby, just sit tight, okay?" she responded into the phone as she took the stairs down to ground level in two long steps and was soon out the door. "I'm going to catch a cab right now, I'm on my way." Tugging her arm through the second sleeve, she sprinted toward the closest intersection.
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Ellie lay upside down across her bed, legs resting vertically against the wall while he head hung over the opposite side and into the thick medical text she was pouring over. She'd already been accepted in FCU's pre-med program, but that just meant that she had to start preparing for actual classes. Even so, she wasn't particularly upset when her cellphone rang, giving her an excuse to take a break as she rolled agilely from the mattress and retrieved the device from the pocket of the black pea coat resting on the back of her desk's chair. Checking the name of the incoming caller, her face lit up, and she unconsciously wrapped a lock of hair around a finger on her free hand as she answered. "Hey, muñequita, what's up?"
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Blackfire landed hard on the pavement with a metallic clang, Diehard, Fawkes and finally Angel in a messy heap atop him. His one exposed optical sensor managed to convey a sense of absolute dejection in its deep red glow as the android observed the collection of law enforcement and vigilantes surrounding him. "...just get me a hose or something, alright?" he requested as he extricated his wrists from the tangled mass of unconscious bodies and brought them together in surrender. With the majority of the Fearsome Five being led or carried off to incarceration, the gathered crowd broke into a smattering of applause interspersed with the occasional cheer or whistle. Jill turned to Dragonfly with a wry smirk. "You know, all things considered, I've have way worse dates."
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--Good,-- Midnight replied silently. --Hold off for now, but be ready.-- Outwardly, he regarded the officer with an almost lazy disinterest. "Hmm. Initiative. I like that, Cline." The white clad figure raised a silencing hand to forestall any questions. "I make it a point to know everything. Just as I know that your report for the day will not mention an equipment failure, nor the sudden... absence of the Gravois family." Although his tone was low and level, some hint of inflection or body language suggested that whatever was behind the door of the suburban home, it wasn't anything Cline wanted to see if he expected to sleep that night. "As I know there may well be opportunities for an officer who knows when things should be handled quietly, with delicacy." Again, the subtext was clear: whatever was going on, Cline wanted to be on the Blank's team.
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Jill gradually realized that she was putting more weight on Dragonfly than she'd meant to and straightened slightly, although she sidled a little closer as the engineer placed her hand on the medic's opposite hip. They hadn't really discussed whether or not they were going to their relationship private while in costume, but that ship seemed to have sailed regardless. "Huh. That's actually kinda the way my powers work, too. Go figure." Outside the ruined entrance of the restaurant, the evacuated staff and patrons mingled with curious onlookers who had gathered in a wide semicircle, excitedly exchanging accounts, sending texts and uploading videos. Sirens cut through the noise as a quartet of police cars finally arrived on the scene.
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Wail AKA Keith LaMarr
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"Ooh, I'll kick your side, cariño," Jill promised with a widening grin. Happiness that they were both still in one piece was beginning to win out over sore exhaustion, but she held off on any further amorous displays as she looked around the restaurant. "We should get out of here, too. Between the explosives and the great and powerful wizard of incredibly poor marksmanship, I don't really trust this place to hold together indefinitely." She leaned on Dragonfly's shoulder as they walked. "Speaking of 'indefinitely', how long can you keep those guys in your 'pocket'?"
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"Nobody likes a whiner, son," Wail advised Push, although the teacher did wince inwardly as the young man took a dangerous hit. "Jiminy Cricket! Stay back, you did good." It was time to wrap things up quickly before their numerically superior foes had a chance to wear them down. He registered the look from the girl in the black jumpsuit with a slight tilting of his head, catching on to her intent. A less controlled shout cut a wide swath through the distracted ninjas, leaving them in various states of unconsciousness and painfully ringing ears. "Nicely played, young lady."
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Teamwork! Yay! Wail Standard Action: Sonic Scream. That's DC 27 Toughness and DC 19 Fort, pending Reflex Saves, naturally.
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"Even after getting all those bodily fluids everywhere?" Jill smirked self-consciously, brushing a lock of hair behind her masked ear as she surveyed the unappealing remnants of Angel and Diehard's defeats. She didn't like using that particular application of her powers, especially in front of Dragonfly, but there was no denying its effectiveness. Once the civilians were out of the way and she was reasonably sure they weren't being watched, the taller stepped a little closer to her girlfriend and lowered her voice. "But if me taking charge works for you..." She punctuated the sentiment with a playful smack on her date's backside but quickly followed it up with a peck on the cheek before Mara could react much. "Don't think I didn't notice you keeping the heat off me after I got pummeled early on, either. Thanks."
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Toughness Save vs. DC 25. (1d20+12=27) Aw yeah.
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"No sense of history," Wail bemoaned with a shake of his head, repositioning himself against the opposite side of the alleyway. "Back in the day, Lincoln was the place for all kindsa kung-fu. Couldn't walk a block without running into a dojo." Another rumbling bellow swept away a second group of the strange ninjas, tossing them through the air, arms and legs pinwheeling. "'Course, most of those are massage parlours, now..." the aging hero grumbled largely to himself before wading forward into the remains of the melee, cracking his thick knuckles as he went. Indicating the talkative youth in the pirate costume with his bearded chin, he instructed in the level, stern tone of a teacher, "Less chatter, and get that force field over the kid with the helmet 'til he can catch his breath." The super-dense fighter allowed himself a small smile. "Then we can see about autographs, hah!"
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Wail will repeat last turn on the other side of the alleyway, to avoid hitting any of the other heroes.
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Toughness Save vs. DC 27. (1d20+12=32) Wail does okay for himself.
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A mountainous silhouette appeared in the mouth of the alleyway, the lamps in the street obscuring the massive man's features with backlight as he pounded one fist into an open palm with a meaty sound. "Hah, ninjas. Now that takes me back," Wail rumbled with dark amusement, what little illumination there was reflecting from the golden trim of his bracers and the insignia across his broad chest. "You kids are going to want to cover your ears," the older hero warned before taking a deep breath. The bellow he let forth was a resounding bass that was felt more than heard by everyone present, but it was the unfortunate attackers along the wall of the building to the right who bore the brunt of the focused shockwave. The grey clad martial artists were swept off of their feet by the blast, crashing into each other and flying trashcans as nearly a dozen went down in the span of a heartbeat.
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Wail Standard Action: Sonic Wail; All-Out Attack 5; Take 10 for Minions. That's 22 and a Toughness DC of 32. He won't be bothering with the effective rank 34 Knockback, of course.
