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"Yeah, cheers," Erik replied, careful not to exit the restaurant too quickly. Back out on the street he sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, glad to have the conversation over with. The fencer wished he could say that he'd at least gained greater insight into the strange couple, but that probably would have been overstating things. He certainly didn't understand how Jack could face street thugs with righteous fury then turn around and defend his less scrupulous brethren. Nor did he understand how Taylor could invade his family's privacy after what had happened to her brother - the though of demonic torture sparked a familiar itching in the metamagi's right palm, one he told himself he was just imagining. The absolute sureness with which the new parents had presented their positions despite all that made Erik feel unbalanced, like he was missing something obvious or speaking a different language. Not the folks I'd put on the top of the 'give home address to' list, anyway. Married people are weird.
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"You can't take all the bumps and knocks out," Erik opined. "That's when you do the growing up, right? Find out who you really are." The tanned West Ender regarded Alex questioningly. From the diminutive teen's expression it was pretty clear she wasn't speaking purely hypothetically. "Anybody in particular you're worried about?"
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"The point was to be seen," Trevor noted as the dancers around them instinctively moved back, some confused by the sudden change in the music, others more familiar with the Hunter scion with realization spreading across their faces. The quartet's guitar player started in on the melody and the dark haired young man gave Erin's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Just like the obstacle course; pressure sensors on the floor tiles and infrared lasers moving through the air." On the down beat, he swung her out so that they were standing next to each other facing the same direction, then pulled her back in so that their linked hands were in front pointing the way, with his other hand on her waist. A bar of shifting weight from front to back later, the pair exploded into movement as Erin was cartwheeled around Trevor's back and over his arm to land back on her feet beside him. The gala's other guests cheered or scoffed, but all eyes were on the dance floor.
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Midnight II Theme Song: [groove]21721308[/groove] Combat: [groove]21721339[/groove] Romance: [groove]21721344[/groove] Tragedy: [groove]21721503[/groove] Story Arc Specific: ...Maeghan. [groove]21721393[/groove]
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Jack of all Blades Theme Song: [groove]21721169[/groove] Combat: [groove]21721057[/groove] Romance: [groove]21721105[/groove] Tragedy: [groove]21721238[/groove] Story Arc Specific: Espadas Siblings Duet! [groove]21721178[/groove]
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If he were being totally honest, Jack would have to admit that he'd been taking Lynn a little lightly ever since their exhibition match at the charity boxing event. He certainly didn't expect so much of her agility to be natural and functioning despite the power dampers, and her sudden flip took him off guard. He smoothly shifted his stance to defend against her just in time to hear Eli's rebel yell. The fencer's head spun around just in time for the younger man's foot to graze his cheek. Unfortunately for the depowered speedster, he neither knew how to put his full weight behind the blow, nor how to recover gracefully. "Now you're getting it! Divide your opponent's attention! Good!" Jack praised as his hands shot out, snaring Eli's ankle. "But you're over-committing." Spinning about as though he were tossing a hammer, the swashbuckler used his midair opponent's momentum against him, flinging him directly into a startled Lynn, where the pair collapsed in a heap of arms and legs. Jack rubbed his jaw ruefully, rolling his jaw back and forth. "Hitting me's a good start. Defense needs some work, but we'll get there." He turned to Mona and beckoned her forward with the fingers of one hand.
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Acrobatics Check vs DC 33. (1d20+15=32) So close! Block vs. DC 24 (1d20+7=14) ...less close. Toughness Save vs. DC 15. (1d20+1=15) Ha! Erik's gonna give Eli a little tap: Unarmed Power Attack 5. (1d20+7=27) That's DC 15 + 2 + 5 + 5 = 27. Yeah. Wow. He'll use his move action to Feint Lynn at an auto 33 Bluff, then surge to attack her, too: Unarmed Power Attack 5. (1d20+7=27) ...I kid you not. Those are two separate rolls. DC 27 for her, too.
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Oh, he was pretty shaken up by the idea, but at this point he's struggling just to keep the conversation from blowing up in his face. He's having no luck getting a read on either Taylor or Jack, and at that point in particular was just trying to figure out what either of them was talking about. Not to mention he's still a little more focused on them invading his family's privacy than anything else; he just wants to get this squared away and done with since he knows now he can't risk ticking Avenger off. He's got a lot on his mind, basically, and this is very much him in 'deal with what's in front of me, worry about everything else later' mode.
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Trevor shrugged, the fain ghost of a smile appearing on his face. --What are friends for?-- The lanky teen nodded back toward the dormitories. --C'mon, I'm going to put a pot of coffee on.-- He paused briefly. --Too soon to make a 'stunting your growth' joke?--
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Erik scratched the stubble on his chin idly. "Timed means we'd have to know when Jack was, y'know, breaking is so we could start the clock. Maybe we could 'tag' him out? Grab something off of him or 'x' number of touches, something like that?" More than once as he spoke, the younger man had to clamp down of an offhand remark or wry rejoinder, forcing himself to remain solely on topic and humourless. He found it extremely wearying, but dealing with the couple's hair-trigger ire was infinitely more so.
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On a side note, I've permanently associated this thread with this now.
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"Oh, no way," Ellie gaped as the supervillains exploded onto the scene. "What are you going to -- ?" The teenager turned to find her brother's seat deserted and his threadbare knapsack missing. She barely had time to blink before a royal blue and crimson blur bounded out from behind the low concrete wall which circled the top of the stands, as Jack of all Blades nimbly sprinted down the tops of the seats, making a beeline for Wildcard. As he did, the swordsman exhaled, the breath misting before him in the rink's cold. Instead of dissipating, it collected above his fist into a razor sharp column of glinting power, a weapon forged of primal chill. The swashbuckler leapt, letting gravity and his momentum take him in a soaring arc toward the jester's bell adorned head. "From one playing card themed guy to another," he called as he landed rapier first, forcing Wildcard away from the civilians with a barrage of blows, "you've dealt yourself a loosing hand, Chuckles."
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Trevor's grin widened again and stayed that way. "I'll keep that in mind." The effect wasn't unlike the transformation that took place when the lanky teen donned the garb of Midnight; he seemed to suddenly fill a larger space, to defy mundanity with his very presence. Now, however, his usual quiet reservation was replaced not by an ethereal grim chill but a sense of energy which could only be expended through movement. As the baroque piece wound down, he had maneuvered them near the string quartet. He gave the wiry bonde playing the cello a significant look, and the musician turned to her fellows with a nod. "Owed me a favour after I fixed their van," Trevor explained to Erin as the quartet switched instruments and took up different postures. By the time the pair had made their way through the crowd back toward the center of the dance floor, the cello was already being plucked like an upright bass to lay down a syncopated rhythm. Trevor's eyebrows lifted wryly. "Remember that obstacle course I had programed for the Doom Room?"
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Probably wholly unnecessary, but... Trevor rolls out a Master Plan to give their dancing a boost, using this: Knowledge (tactics) check. (1d20+15=25) So, +3 for the first three rounds. Because he can.
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Midnight II Add Jack-of-All-Trades, Skill Mastery (Gather Information, Medicine, Notice, Sense Motive) and Well Informed for 3PP. Drop his 1 rank in Disguise and 2 ranks in Sleight of Hand to free up 3 skill points, then add four more for 1PP. Put them into +5 Gather Information and Language (ASL, French) Add the final PP to his midnight mist power, changing it to: [b]Obscure 3[/b] (Midnight Mist [Gaseous Cloud, Mutant]; Visual Senses, 25ft radius, [i]Extras:[/i] Action 2 [Free], Independent, [i]Flaws:[/i] Range [Touch]) [9pp] DONE BY SHAENTHEBRAIN
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Yeah, Jack autohits 33 on his Bluff. I'll get the IC up momentarily.
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Alright, Erik will pop one of those HP to stunt Quick Change to transform into... Jack of all Blades! *cue cheering* Jack doesn't have much to fear from Wildcard's Trick, so he'll form a 'cold' sword, move down to the joker and STABPUNCH! (1d20+18=32) with his Energy Sword Flurry. Should be DC 29.
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An abrupt but smooth twirl brought Erin around so that Trevor was standing behind her, one hand crossed over her waist to remain in hers, while the other rested on her hip and he leaned over her shoulder to return her whisper. "It's not the dress," the dark-haired young man assured her softly before gracefully bringing her back around to face a faint grin that exuded easy assurance. "Ready to try something a little more... challenging?"
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More that you realize, Half Pint, Erik mused to himself. Unless you're reading my mind right now, and you're just messing with me. Hrrn... It occurred to him that the trouble with telepaths wasn't so much their abilities as the inevitable paranoia having them around caused. The young man also wondered for a moment which one of the Claremont boys Alex was dating. Probably Matchstick. Strikes he as the 'handsy' type. "Simple, huh? Yeah, I gotta agree with that," he nodded amiably. "Sounds like you kids don't get much of that."
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Well, that certainly sounds like ol' Jackie B, doesn't it? Jack-of-All-Trades plus +6 Charisma means he could do pretty much whatever with reasonable competence; any preference?
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28 - Arrowhawk - 2 HP - Uninjured 21 - Asteroid Base - Undamaged 19 - Physicus - 1 HP - Bruised 19 - Myshel - Uninjured 14 - Jack of all Blades - 4 HP - Uninjured 13 - Gossamer - 1 HP - Uninjured 9 - Longboat Drones - 6 Uninjured 6 - Atlas - 5 HP - Uninjured Arrowhawk took out half of the longboat drones, but there's still the rest of the squadron to deal with! I'm getting a little handwavey on this, largely because I don't have access to a dice roller just this second, but suffice to say the Flarerider is in pretty dire straits, and Atlas is set to carry himself and Jack out the airlock. I'll elaborate when I get back from work, I just really wanted to get this thread rolling again while I had a chance.
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"Captain?" Myshel blinked. "Ah, is selfrank, now. Hrm. Wait." The blue skinned alien woman glanced at the sensor data Gossamer was indicating, and her antennae abruptly stood straight up. "Is not festplant, is railcannon!" Keying the shipwide comm with one hand, she wrenched on the controls with the other. "Jackblade, Atlasfriend, now would be the timepoint!" Bathed in the increasingly bright red light coming from the asteroid base's massive weapon, the remaining longship fighters completed their evasive arcs and streaked toward the Flarerider, spewing red darts of energy at the larger vessel.
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"Heh, clearly you've never had to deal with a building full of leaky faucets before," Erik drawled around grin. "But yeah, I like it. It's not exactly saving the world twice before breakfast, but it's nice to feel useful, right? Make somebody's day a little easier." The athletic young man wasn't sure just how well falsehoods would work on Alex's particular brand of telepathy, so he was being extra careful to stick to what was technically the truth... from a certain point of view. The best lies were based around facts anyway, he reflected.
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Initiative. (1d20+9=20) I'm off to work, so don't wait up on a reaction post (unless you want to!).
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The young man known to his housemates as Jack of all Blades staggered out into the yard, rolling the muscles between his neck and shoulder blades with both hands, hair still wet from the shower. The fencer had been out lat the night before on patrol, only getting back the brownstone apartments in the late morning. A quick nap in the Underground had constituted the first sleep he'd gotten in a few days, but nevertheless he'd forced himself back on his feet for Lynn's party. Stifling a yawn, Jack stopped abruptly in his tracks as Eli blurred by, rustling the unbuttoned shirt he wore atop his tank top, eyebrow twitching before he made his way to the barbecue to give Colt a reproachful look. "You're not going to smoke that near the food, are you?"
