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Jill shoulders relaxed a bit when Dragonfly said she was glad to see her. Although her first semester at Claremont had helped her retrain some of the social skills she'd let atrophy over the past few years, the taller teen was still uncomfortable taking the initiative. She'd second guessed herself more than once just on the way over to the Lab. "Wow. Lotta people complain about there not being enough hours in the day, but you're actually doing something about it, huh?" The medic in training had become reasonably accustomed to similarly outlandish projects from Doktor Archeville and did her best to take it in stride. "Well, I wouldn't say no to the nickel tour. But mostly, yeah, just wanted to say hi, maybe hang out a bit."
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Jill snorted loudly at Dragonfly's dry comment while Jack gave the diminutive technologist a sidelong smirk, shaking his head slowly. "Heh. Nicely played, chica," he commended her, his grin widening to show teeth. "For a dour, sentence fragment type, you got potential." His sister's mouth quavered as she struggled to hold in a laugh. "Snrk. You're a bellhead." Jack gave her a look, pausing. "...is this going to be like a thing now?" "Bellhead!" "Right," the elder sibling sighed good naturedly as they made their way to gather around Santa's bag. Jack raised an eyebrow as they retrieved the envelopes, then abruptly lowered it as he flipped through the brochure. "Wow. Ah, thanks, sir. That's... thanks."
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"Hey! Ah, the bus, mostly," Jill greeted, her mood immediately brightening as she reflexively brushed at her unruly bangs. "Really, though, I wanted to stop in sooner rather than later, but things are kinda nuts lately, running around all over, so I was in the area and I figured, hey, gettin' your super-science on and all, coffee's good, right?" The coltish young woman raised the tray of cups slightly to illustrate the point. "Didn't mean to pull you away like that, sorry. Shoulda called first." Her expression turned a shade chagrined as she resisted the urge to give the receptionist a look over her shoulder.
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Accepting the security pass, Jill shoved it into a pocket in her dark crimson jacket giving the receptionist the flattest of looks before walking off toward the elevator, making a point of standing straighter and squaring her shoulders. "Happen to know for a fact one of your bosses wears a tiara; nobody gives her grief," the teen muttered in annoyance, inwardly reconsidering adding a grapple to her equipment as she waited for Dragonfly to arrive in the lobby. Even in Freedom City, visitors in full costume avoided a lot of hassle entering through an upper level window.
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Holding open a door for a pair of suit-wearing professionals as they left the massive egg-shaped structure, the young, masked woman in the crimson jacket whistled tunelessly, acutely aware of her conspicuous attire. Slipping into the lobby behind them, Jill O'Cure tugged selfconsciously on the bottom of her black midriff top with one hand as she balanced a tray with a pair of tall coffee cups in the other and did her best to stride confidently to the reception desk. "Hi, I'm ah, here to see Dragonfly? Shortish, blonde?" The sidekick gestured vaguely with he free hand to indicate height. "Wears a blue visor and these big glove things? ...this is kinda weird, huh?" Flicking her eyes away, she bit her bottom lip and brushed a lock of dyed black hair away from her bandanna mask. "Yeah. This is kinda weird."
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"...obviously isn't the, y'know, real North Pole," Jill was chattering to Dragonfly as they disembarked the sleigh, "but that was the real Freedom City and everywhere else, so... wow, right?" The elder Espadas sibling lept from his perch, somersaulting through the air to land in the snow with barely contained energy. "Everything tastes like peppermint sugar cookies and that is awesome!" Jack declared to nobody in particular, jauntily resting his festive rapier on his shoulder. "Man, it is nice to be using something that's not demonic hellfire or deadly radiation or whatever for once. And it jingles, too!" The fencer demonstrated by waving the red and white sword around. "...the jingling's in my head, isn't it?" "Little bit, yeah," Jill confirmed, patting her brother's shoulder sympathetically. Jack slumped his shoulders slightly, subdued, but quickly straightened, insisting, "Still awesome!"
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Trevor make a sound in the back of his throat that might have been something akin to an amused chuckle at Chris' chipper comment, but his shoulder muscles instantly tensed when Liz reached up to place her hands upon them, only slowly relaxing after a clearly conscious decision as more dramatic reflexes were denied. Gently stepping away, the lanky youth cleared his throat quietly. "Something Erin inspired. Ran into power limits," he elaborated with a slight hint of a frown. "Working fusion-fission engine... hnn." His eyes seemed to unfocus behind his sunglasses as blueprints drew themselves in his mind.
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Jack stood at the front of the rocketing sleigh, leaning forward with one boot placed atop the front guard and his sword arm extended. The rapier blazed in candy cane stripes of red and white while green motes of unbridled energy sparked all down its width in a wreath-like spiral and a beacon of warm, cranberry red light poured forth from its tip, lighting the way. The crackling energy seemed to flow up into the madly grinning swashbuckler as well, as he continued to laugh loudly into the brisk night air, a more resonant, booming sound than his usual wry tone. Behind him, Jill kept a small forcefield anchoring her brother's rear foot to the sleigh floor as she gleefully retrieved wrapped parcels from the massive sack with Dragonfly, joking cheerfully as the world flew past below them.
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Even with his training putting him on equal footing underwater, so to speak, Midnight was well aware that the proverbial big guns were better suited to dealing with the bulk of the massive horde. Instead, he remained close to the beleaguered vessel and smoothly drew a pair of sinuous cables that had been wrapped around compartments at the top and bottom of his belt. The vigilante took a brief moment to retrieve a pair of small blades forged of etched gold from his belt, dodging the lunge of a hissing manta ray as he did so, and attached them to the cables' tips. With a flick, the whips lit up with carefully controlled electrical shocks, arcing through the murky depths and tearing the vampiric fish to pieces. Spinning back around to the battle at large, Midnight proceeded to hold the line shoulder to shoulder with the Atlantean troops.
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Left standing by himself in the middle of a crater full of raw daka crystals, Midnight took a moment to watch Wander leap off to do battle before turning his attention to the problem at hand. Clearly the radiation from the powerful ore had a hibernation-like effect on the beast. Takes hold too slowly; concentrated blast. Cracking his black clad neck once in each direction, the mechanically inclined youth began emptying his jacket pockets and belt compartments of tools and components, ruthlessly cannibalizing his devices for parts, scrounging about himself for the best crystals in the pile and incorporating them at the heart of his creation. With surprising speed, he cobbled together a cylinder roughly the size of a blueprint tube, an ominous glow coming from the end facing away from him as he hefted it into his arm. A net of wires and crystals woven across his dirt and dust smeared uniform activated with a final circuit connection as a similarly luminescent aura surrounded Midnight, offering a modicum of protection.
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Gadgets! Drain Dexterity 16 (Extra: Ranged, Flaws: Action [Full Action], Limited [Targets with Vulnerability to Daka Radiation], Power Feat: Slow Fade) [9PP] Enhanced Feats 1 (Attack Focus [Ranged] 1) [1PP] Force Field 3 [3PP] (Power Feat: Selective) [4PP]
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"Oh ho, look who's mixing some sass in with her science," Jill noted with a broad, lopsided smirk, giving Dragonfly a light shove in the shoulder as the sickly energy disappeared from around the masked girl's other hand. "Let's go, Powergloves." Hopping back down from the Nutcracker, Jack gave the wooden swordsman and appreciative slap on the back. "'Ruler of Swords', he says. I'ma get new business cards." Turning to Miss Americana as the jolly elf sent Avenger off to deal with the disheveled girl, he shook his head wryly as he offered the disoriented beauty queen a steadying hand. "The good gals always fall for the bad boys, huh? Or is that 'fall on'?" With a sloppy salute, he grinned to Santa Claus. "You need the way lit, sir, I know a thing or two about 'glowy'. Got some Christmas magic hanging around I could borrow?"
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"Yeah, go for it, 'course," Jill agreed quickly, still a little embarrassed that she'd been so familial without thinking. Because clearly the best way to cheer up someone you just met it to tell them their personal hygiene routines are dumb. Stupid. Shaking it off she rose to her feet, bangles clattering at her wrists as she decided that she'd feel more awkward sitting by herself in the dormitory common room than waiting in Eve's domicile. "Lead on, then." It wasn't until she gestured vaguely toward the hallway that the taller girl got over her initial discomfort enough to start worrying about any potential double meanings in her new friends suggestion.
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Jack spends one of his many, many HP to use Inspire! That'll hopefully lift Lupita's spirits a bit, too.
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Jack blinked once at the Nutcracker's abrupt change in attitude, running his free hand through the back of his black wig. "Uh, don't worry about it, man. Pretty quick for such a big guy yourself, there." It was always a little hard to tell with the warped logic of alternate realms, but the fencer was beginning to get feeling that the opposing forces were being played against each other. Jogging after the Crusader toward the freed prisoners, he joined Avenger at the head of the group as they regrouped with the others in front of the workshop. It didn't take the energy manipulator long to parse the situation of a devastated girl and the slyly manipulative towering inferno of power that seared across all of his mystically sensitive sense unintelligibly. While the paternal vampire addressed the former, Jack hopped nimbly up from the snow to perch lightly on the Nutcracker's shoulder, achieving some notable height over the crowd of freed elves, before pointing his fiery rapier in Mr. Infamy's direction. "Overplayed your hand, Slick," the swashbuckler called with convincing bravado, his voice carrying to the assembled heroes as well. "You've got about as much chance in Christmasland as a snowball back at your summer home. So take a hike and go count your coal." After a beat Jack grinned infuriatingly and winked broadly. "Maybe if you're good, next year the Nick here'll bring you a suit that doesn't make you look like un completo perdedor, huh?"
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Stumbling back a bit from the shattering of her forcefield, Jill regained her footing as Miss Americana set Dragonfly down and reassessed the situation. When the apparent Ice Queen's true form was revealed and the well dressed manipulator appeared, she gritted her teeth, virulent green energy slowly sifting into being around her clenched fist as indignation temporarily overrode her concern at the obvious disparity in power level. "Back off, grease stain. He's trying to play you, niña," she insisted, the anger in her voice giving way to empathy with an edge of urgency. "You're never really alone until you start hurting people and pushing them away. Trust me. You don't want to go that way."
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"Pfft, it's a hockey game, not the opera, your worshipfulness," Jill drawled wryly with a snort that was a little to loud to be dainty. "Just grab a coat and a fresh shirt or whatever and we can head out. It's not like you're-- uh, I ah..." The coltish teen seemed suddenly stuck by a moment of self-consciousness as she caught up with her own words. "I mean, if you want to grab a shower, I can just chill here, that's fine." A touch of colour spread over her tanned complexion for a brief moment as she glumly brushed her bangs aside and looked away.
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Instinctively, Trevor wrapped his arm more tightly around Erin's waist as she leaned into the kiss, closing his eyes as he did to focus of the warmth of her lips on his own, the touch of her fingers in his hair, the closeness of her heartbeat. For a while, the flush of uncharacteristically strong emotions the young woman brought out in him had concerned the introspective vigilante, worried he was opening himself up to a potentially devastating weakness. More and more, however, it felt like a well of steady strength he could draw from.
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"Rat King...?" Jack wondered aloud, raising one eyebrow as he managed to trace a line in the air with the lighter that appeared in his gloved hand, the line of flame solidifying into a blazing rapier just in time to parry the surprisingly agile wooden swordsman's attack. "It that a thing I'm not getting?" Inwardly, Jack was more concerned about the reference to 'smelling' him; could his bizarre creature having something akin to his energy sense? That complicated things more than a little. Better take him down hard, then, he decided. A brutal overhand slash connected solidly but left only a slightly blackened singe across the nutcracker's torso. "Yikes. Pretty tough for walking phallic joke," he mused. The swashbuckler shrugged to the Christmas Crusader. "He's a nutcracker made of hardwood. What do you want from me? Sit tight, ma'am, this should take long," he called reassuringly to Mrs. Claus.
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Math! It'd be easy if it weren't for all those numbers, amirite? Jack of all Blades Free Action: Fire Sword! Move Action: DC 36 Feint with Skill Mastery and Fast Talk. Standard Action: Energy Sword Power Attack 5. (1d20+15=35) Crit! So that's a DC 27 Fort save against the Toughness Drain followed by a DC 35 Toughness Save.
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Jack of all Blades Stealth Check. (1d20+15=32)
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Dropping down from her cyborg ride before Victory blasted forward, Jill O'Cure landed nimbly in the snow below in a three point crouch. Rubbing her hands together to work some warmth into them, she spread them before her and exhaled, the visible breath carrying with it a translucent blue tingle of bioelectricity and mystic power. A wave of light rolled forth from her fingertips to solidify in a shimmering, seamless partial dome between the assembled heroines and their hirsute opponents. "The ugly one clearly knows his puns are abominable," she called out loudy, "yeti still put his bigfoot in his mouth." With a broad smirk she shrugged in the jetpack equipped sasquatches' direction. "I kid, I kid. You're all ugly."
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Jill O'Cure Standard Action: Create Object: +10 Toughness semidome between the heroes and Bumbles. It's both Impervious and Selective. Move Action: Move Action Taunt vs. Bumble (1d20+13=31)
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Twining his long, lean fingers through Erin's as she stepped closer, Trevor slipped his free arm around her waist, pulling her toward him with a smoothness that dimly surprised the stoic young man as he met her dark brown eyes, his own metahuman orbs overlaying a ethereal aura of body heat that illuminated her features even in the dim light of the floating lanterns and low candles. Normally he wasn't much of a fan of slow dancing, seeing it as more an excuse to stand close to your partner than anything, but recently he'd begun to see the appeal. Realizing something else Erin's heels made easier to do, he tilted his head to one side slightly and leaned forward to kiss her lightly.
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Trevor offered Erin a small smile, wondering briefly to himself how the slight muss of the ride and fight made her all the more attractive. "Nah. Dakanans know their coffee," he explained, retrieving the remote he'd used to launch the quietly floating lanterns earlier in the evening. "Besides, one last surprise." The press of a button caused soft music to play from the glowing, daka crystal-powered orbs, slowing rising to a more audible volume. Extending a hand, the dark haired youth's smile took on a lopsided quality. "Lady should always get to go dancing on her birthday. S'rule."
