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Trevor nodded in satisfaction when Erin confirmed that her truck had been running more smoothly. The vehicle had already been in good condition, but he'd found that there was always room for improvement when it came to mechanical devices. James' reaction seemed a little off to him, but he couldn't place how. The charming scion of the Prophet family spoke with such easy grace that it was always hard for Trevor to catch any hidden implications. Probably just doesn't find better mileage that exciting, he decided. As Mark's announcement, his eyebrows lifted behind the brim of his fedora. "That... would be exceptional," he responded in a somewhat more subdued fashion than the others. He knew his grandfather had visited the secret fortress on a handful of occasions, but he'd never expected to see it in person himself.
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Notice Check. (1d20+10=27)
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Jack gave Kurt a bemused shrug. "Hey, you see this many supers together outside of a team, usually means planet-eating space locusts or vengeful lava men from the future or something." The swordsman raised a fist in mock outrage, adding largely to himself, "Damn future lava men, stealing all our women." When the guitar carrying teen briefly explained the social metldown and introduced himself, the fencer snorted. "Pfft, no kidding. Jack of all Blades," he indicated in turn, heaving an exaggerated sigh. "I should warn you, as a Claremont kid, you're pretty much contractually obligated to hate me so, y'know, be ready for that." Folding the arms of the royal blue greatcoat, he looked expectantly to the gathered musicians, curious as to what they had planned.
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Yeah, I figured, Shaen. Fortunately, after meeting both Fulcrum and Psyche, and learning that both of their powersets are specifically the result of Terminus energy, he knows it when he sees it.
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Duly noted! Say... d'you think Jack could stunt some Enhanced Performance skills if he made an energy violin bow? :mrgreen:
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"Well, kinda sounds like I win either way," Jack mused, "which, come to think of it, is my favourite kind of stakes." Making a bit of a show of stretching, his black, skintight body suit revealing well defined musculature between the flaps of his heavy greatcoat. The swashbuckler made and 'after you' gesture and, despite his relaxed posture, prepared to launch into motion.
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Replacing the headphones in his pocket, Trevor idly straightened his jacket as a parade of Claremont students sprinted past, keeping any annoyance at he interruption he may have felt from his expression. "Think there's anything we could be doing to help?" he asked Erin. "Somebody needs to track Gibbons down, but... should probably be someone with a little distance from all of this." The lanky teen honestly would have been happier to go for that coffee, but thinking of the architect of evening's chaos sitting in smug satisfaction made his eye reflexively narrow.
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"Least it keeps things interesting," Jack grinned easily at the girl with the violin and the boy with the guitar. "You two from Claremont, too? Fill a guy in with a little 'Last time on,' huh?" The fencer was more than a little curious about what Jukebox had done to upset the loudmouthed teen off so badly. Focusing on the strawberry blonde teen for a moment, he suppressed a frown. The girl made his skin tingle with the same kind of tactile deja vu that Downtime of the Crime League had. Not superspeed, not like Eli has, anyway. Seems like it works the same, though. Hrrm. Jack's nose wrinkled involuntarily as he caught a faint wiff of overripe raspberries Gah, Terminus juice, too? Must be a Baby like Half Pint. Unless she's like Mo'. Should really study up on this stuff. He filed away the information, making a note to ask Archeville about it at some point. Better keep Zippette's name out of it, though. Doc's been getting a little test tube happy lately. Refocusing, he turned to the brown haired man. "Oh, hey, Spark Jones or something, right? Guy with the lightshow, good to see you." At the other man's question he looked around, an eyebrow raising above his bandanna mask. "Musician? Is that what's going on here?"
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Keeping in mind that James can basically Bluff him as long as he want to, it seemed appropriate for Trevor to get another Sense Motive check. (1d20+15=24) Hahaha... no. He still doesn't know why James is acting kinda weird.
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[Interceptors] Zombie Powder is a Helluva Drug [IC]
Gizmo replied to Dr Archeville's topic in West End
"Heh." Jack's mouth turned up in a smirk, then a grin and finally a he burst out laughing, an honest, tension relieving sound. "Woo. Sorry, it's just... we actually make a pretty good team when one or more of us isn't being a feral spazz monkey, huh?" He shook his head ruefully. "Sounds like a good plan. Front door's mine." The swashbuckler swung himself out of the MAVERIC, cracked his neck and and knuckles and began striding purposefully towards the house. -
Toughness Save vs. DC 26. (1d20+7=20) Eh, well, that's still a pretty good roll all things considered. I'll just spend an HP to remove his stun. He's bruised twice now. Jack of All Blades: 20, 1HP, Bruised x2, Injured
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Jack of all Blades watched the other heroes speed through the air, teleporting about or firing from a distance, and glanced at the electrical rapier in his hand with an irritated grimace. Even sprinting, it was going to take him a long time to reach the invading hordes, and even longer to thin the herd out one at a time. Sometimes the job calls for finesse, he reflected, and sometimes you just need a bigger stick. Stopping in his tracks, the swordsman extended his hung rily arcing blade in front of him, gripping its hilt with both hands and he closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. Reaching out with his metamagi awareness, he found the steady heartbeat of the city's powerlines. Careful not to disrupt the flow to the hospital itself, he pulled. For a moment, nothing happened, then as one every street lamp in view suddenly exploded with the high pitched sound of shattering glass as bolts of lightning leapt to Jack's outstretched sword. The blade doubled in length and thickened into a veritable broadsword, then doubled again. As soon as the energy began pouring into his weapon, Jack shot forward, swinging it behind him. With a roar, he kicked off from the ground and into the air, sweeping his sword forward as he did, his flight illuminated by the uncounted lightning bolts even then streaming toward him. "NNNRAAAAAGH!" As it sliced through the air, the blade continued to expand until it was a semi-solid torrent of energy nearly the length of a city block. At the far end, Jack's slash brought its crackling fury ripping through the army of beasts.
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Jack could walk all the way over there to the monsters, or he could spend an HP to stunt this: BFS 8 (Damage, Power Feats: Progression 3 [Area], Extras: Secondary Effect, Selective, Targeted Area [Cone], Flaws: Action [Full Action]) [27PP] That's an 800' sword, people, cutting a swath 800' wind at the furthest edge. And you better believe he's gonna Power Attack with that sucker. BFS Power Attack 5. (1d20+13=17) Ugh. BFS Power Attack 5 reroll. (1d20.minroll(11) +13=26) Better! That's DC 28 against basically everything, with the secondary effect next round.
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Fascinated, Jack gracefully swung himself into the loft, moving over to the food and helping himself, watching the unfolding drama. He recognized a few faces; the good doctor, for one, who seemed to be the hostess here, and Ace and Talya on the other side of the room. There was the energy manipulator from the battle at the hospital, and there was Breakdown being torn a new one by another teenager. "Heh, teenagers," the swordsman mumbled to himself around a mouthful of food, leaning om the table. "Better'n daytime TV."
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Jill O'Cure Theme Song: [groove]21820092[/groove] Combat: [groove]21820353[/groove] Romance: [groove]21820370[/groove] Tragedy: [groove]21820431[/groove] Story Arc Specific: Moar Espadas Siblings! [groove]21820506[/groove]
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As he swung through from rooftop to rooftop, the sound of music and massive wingbeats caused Jack of all Blades to turn his head just in time to see what looked to be an honest-to-goodness angel entering an apartment window. Hello... Releasing his grapple midswing, the swashbuckler performed a series of death defying acrobatics to land nimbly on the open windowsill. Peering inside, he blinked. "Doc de Havilland? And -- woah, like everybody." Jack frowned and folded his arms. "Are you guys having a prevent-the-end-of-the-world team-up without inviting me? 'Cause seriously, manners, guys."
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Alright, sneaking JoaB in here. He's counting solely on Beginner's Luck, Jack-of-All-Trades, +6 Charisma and a lotta Luck to do pretty much anything.
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"I do aim to please. Now, what do I want? Well." Jack made a great show of pondering the question. "I've already got my health, my looks and the company of a beautiful woman, so I'm pretty much set." The fencer rubbed the stubble on his chin thoughtfully. "Tell you what, I win, you let me buy you dinner. I know a nice place that has a rooftop patio and doesn't make a big deal out of people ordering in masks."
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Jack laughed brightly. "Brother, if you think getting married is a simpler concept than space rocks, you're in bigger trouble that I thought!" The swordsman clapped a hand on Derrik's shoulder as they moved over to the larger group of guests. "Congratulations, you two." Dark Star and Fleur were two of the genuinely best people he knew; they certainly deserved each other.
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After a pause to determine if she was being serious or not, Jack broke out if hearty laughter. Like his speaking voice, it has a rich, smooth quality with a undertone of wryness. "Dios, I love this town," he breathed through a broad grin. He held up his hands in a show of surrender. "No worries, I'm a big advocate of, ah, experience. I'd have a pretty hard time thinking of you as an 'old lady', regardless." The swordsman shrugged. "What can I say? No imagination."
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Trevor couldn't help but feel a stab of satisfaction as he recognized the source of the head wound. The Hunters were not a family given to admitting defeat without a fight. He quickly removed the zipties and iron chain from the body and deposited them into one of his belt's many pockets for later analysis before rounding on the source of the plodding sound, escrima sticks appearing in his hands so quickly it may as well have been of their own accord.
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"So now you restrict yourself to just stealing hearts, huh?" Jack said with a smirk, folding his arms. Flirting and stunning looks aside, the fencer decided he actually rather liked Bombshell, criminal past not withstanding. He certainly wasn't a fan of thievery as a rule, but it didn't raise his ire anywhere near as badly as violent transgressions would have. The blonde had a playful directness to her that he found refreshing after all the walking on eggshells he'd been forced into lately. One thing she'd said stuck in his brain, however. "Wait, mid-what-in-the-who-now?"
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Trevor hasn't been sure about accepting Mark's invitation, partly due to what had happened the last time he'd visited the Lucas residence. More than that, though, he was still having trouble getting over the vague but persistent feeling of being an intruded among the group of friends. Even if a fraction of the stories bandied about at Claremont were true, they'd been through so much together that he couldn't help but feel the over eager outsider. He somewhat more reluctantly had to admit to himself that he was also worried about not giving Erin enough personal space; though they'd been spending a lot of time together, they weren't dating in any official capacity, and the lanky teen's natural inclination was toward reservation. Ultimately, however, it had occurred to him that turning down the offer wasn't going to resolve the feelings of trespassing, and so a matte black motorcycle rumbled softly up to Mark's house. Dismounting, Trevor stowed his helmet and jacket away in the large leather saddlebags and turned to those who had arrived before him, stoicism keeping most of the awkward discomfort out of his expression as he gave a small wave. Dark blue jeans and a long sleeved shirt of an earthy brown colour were quickly joined by the beaten fedora he placed atop his dark hair. The youth was glad to see both Erin and James in attendance; at least there were a few people he knew reasonably well.
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Jack Auto-20s his Notice check. Need to buy that up a bit...
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Jack whirled about, surprised that Bombshell has so handily escaped his pin and vanished from view.Gotta figure out how to sense regular people, he noted ruefully. "Figure out who we are before proving it to everyone else, huh?" he asked thoughtfully, giving the curvaceous blonde a wry grin. "Makes a lot of sense, actually. Then again, we still talking about me and mine, or Miss 'Hi-I'm-a-supervillain-only-no-I'm-not'?" Bowing low and with a sweeping arm, the swashbuckler gestured to the West End's rooftops. "Anywhere you can go, I'll follow, gorgeous."