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--Didn't have to,-- Trevor sent idly. --Take me out with a psychic blade when I came to pick you up; guard down, quick, easy. Others wouldn't be able to find Rick without your powers, buys time.-- The lanky teen's thoughts were coldly analytical, organizing tactics and approaches, matching goals with plans of attack. He shrugged. --Of course you were tempted. So why didn't you?-- The question was absolutely serious, and he turned to look Eve in the eye as he asked it.
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Just waiting of Fulcrum's initiative roll.
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Erik arched an eyebrow as he leisurely chewed his mouthful. Swallowing, he leaned back in the booth and spread his hands. "Well, shucks, buddy, you can unmask me, put my family at risk and call me names, but if you're gonna insult my taste in movies, I guess we're gonna have to throw down, huh?" he drawled with an unconcerned smirk. The fencer cleaned out one ear with a pinkie in a clearly exaggerated display of nonchalance. "I should probably be all angry, but I'm starting to get that you're just really, really bad at dealing with people. I get that," he shrugged. "I mean, you do remember that I only knew where you live 'cause I was there doing you a favour, right? None of mine are planning on coming after any of yours, sunshine. Okay? Why are we still discussing this? Loosen up already." Erik turned back to his pancakes with a rueful shake of his head.
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"...you are one intense little chica, you know that?" Erik noted as they walked, regarding Alex with an odd mixture of expressions and, to her eyes, emotional gradients. "That's a helluva a lot to put on yourself, but..." The young man placed his hands behind his head and looked thoughtfully skyward. The girl's determination to place the weight of the world squarely on her own shoulders without any help was more than a little familiar. "I think I get where you're coming from. Lemme guess: family?" He tilted his head to look her in the eye. "Hey, who am I gonna tell? Scout's honor." To be fair, Erik had never actually been a scout, but that was largely beside the point.
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Erik's fork spun between his fingers, deftly parrying the launched packet away from his face. "Actually, yeah," he replied with a lopsided smirk which seemed more genuine than Jack's forced smile, "that was pretty much the plan." The younger man shrugged as he set about cutting another mouthful from the syrup drenched stack in front of him. "Don't get me wrong, I actually kinda like you guys, in a 'you mostly scare the butt-flattering pants off of me' way, but you tracked down my family and invaded my privacy in a way I know you'd flip over if our positions were reversed," he pointed out calmly. "It's not really something I want to reward, y'know?" The fencer filled his mouth once more, pushing the pancakes over to one cheek to mumble, "These are seriously fantastic, though."
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"...of course, with my list of extracurriculars, the universities can fight over me!" the young man with the salmon shirt and tie concluded with a posh drawl, eliciting laughter from the others seated at Trevor and Erin's table. The dark haired youth chuckled in his resonant baritone on cue, though if was reasonably evident that he hadn't really been paying attention. From her seat next to him, Erin could see that Trevor had begun to tap his heel, too lightly to make any sound but a noticeable gesture from the usually preternaturally still teen. The overachiever's date turned turned to look across the table, chestnut curls shifting over her pale blue dress as she moved. "So Trevor," she began airily, "I thought you were dating Maeghan." Under the table, Trevor's foot froze in midstep. "...no, just partners. Former partners." A large amount of the good cheer he'd effect for the evening was absent from his reply.
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The cells in the Underground have power dampers anyway, if memory serves, so it's not totally absurd.
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Jack of all Blades (59) IN SPAAAAACE! (1) Green With Envy (1) [interceptors] Zombie Powder is a Helluva Drug (1) No Mutation Without Representation (3) No Mercy (3) Fisticuffs 2: The Opening Credits (4) Fisticuffs 2: Dynamo vs Jack of all Blades (3) Public Service (4) Interrupting Cow (8) Bananaphone (14) Interceptors: The Sweet Science of Stabpunching (3) "...And I'm a Mutant." (1) Of Martyrs And Men (13) House of L Vignette Midnight II (65) Japanese Import (1) What Is Essential (3) Jail Break (2) Life's Parade of Fashion (18) House of L: Wake-Up Call (2) House of L: Bringing Down the House (7) House of L: The End (5) House of L: Eve of Midnight (7) "...And I'm a Mutant." (1) Could've Danced All Night (19) House of L Vignette NPC-only and GM posts (8/2 = 4) IN SPAAAAACE! (1/2) 8 Simple Rules... For Working With Jack (6/2) Fast Heroes and Loose Women (1/2)
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ic Fisticuffs 2: Dynamo vs Jack of All Blades (IC)
Gizmo replied to Geez3r's topic in Sewers and Subways
"You do remember that I'm quick enough to hit you, right?" Jack drawled wryly. "With fire?" Nevertheless, he reached out and firmly shook Dynamo's proffered hand. Despite his poor first impression, the speedster had grown on Jack rather quickly which, he reflected, probably shouldn't have been surprising. "Keep outta trouble, Zippy. I'll see you around." -
Figured we might as well get right down to it! Everybody in the training room has had their powers disabled (Mona's still eight feet tall, since that's innate). Lynn, Eli and Mona each get a hero point since the 'Nullify' is just a plot fiat. Feel free to post with reactions while we're waiting for everyone's initiative rolls. Initiative. (1d20+9=20)
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Jack nodded to each of his teammates as they arrived. "Stretch a little, get warmed up," he instructed as he finished taping up his hands. "So, Doc had a point about us needing to get some training in. We're all pretty effective when we're playing to our strengths, but we need to develop some flexibility and better teamwork. So. Lesson One." He tossed the roll of tape to Lynn. "Unarmed combat." Giving the others a moment to prepare themselves, Jack looked up to the control room and gave Colt a nod. A moment later the room was flooded with a droning hum and a deep red light as the power nullifiers Archeville had supplied kicked in. The metahumans down below suddenly found themselves brought back down to human levels. For Jack, the sudden loss of of his energy awareness made him feel like his head had been wrapped with gauze. The fencer had fully appreciated just how much he'd come to rely of the sixth sense, which was the point of the entire exercise. "Like I said," he elaborated, cracking his neck, "unarmed. The objective is to take me down." An insufferable smirk pulled at his mouth as he adopted a loose combat stance. "Whenever you're ready."
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Jill instinctively placed a hand on her chest with a grimace at the thought of a suddenly disappearing lung. "Ugh. Easy come easy go, I guess." When Lynn mentioned dieting, the coltish teen shrugged. "Wouldn't know. Ah, the joys of a trick metabolism." By all appearances, she shared her brother's inclination toward lithe muscle layered over a slim frame. "Glamour purging sound like an intensely bad idea, though." Finally, she made a mock bow and gestured for Lynn to continue the tour.
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"West Ender, born and raised," Erik confirmed, gesturing for Alex to walk with him as he sauntered down the street. In the wake of the dispersed mob, it was oddly deserted, even those who hadn't been caught up in the attack on the red haired girl having wisely retreated inside. Erik may an annoyed face as he looked around. "It's not usually like this," he noted, his tone vaguely apologetic. "We can be a little, uh... slow to warm to new people around here, but this is just ridiculous." He gave the teenager a sidelong glance, one eyebrow arched. "What was the plan with the TV thing? You seem like you've got things worked out pretty well, but it kinda puts you in the crosshairs, doesn't it?"
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"Thought you said you hadn't been to one of these before," Trevor deadpanned, leading Erin gracefully around the tables to their assigned seats, nodding politely to a number of the other guests as the walked past. Although there were a significant number of attendee around the high school students' age, presumably the sons and daughters of Freedom City's social elite, Erin noticed that Trevor generally seemed to be on friendlier terms with the older socialites. Even so, none of the calculatingly charming smiles approached the warmth with which he'd greeted Frank Jr. or Pete he valet.
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Can I get a Bluff check from Jack?
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Erik responded to Taylor's question by shoving a generous forkful of pancakes into his mouth, pouring syrup on the remaining stack with his free hand. Shrugging innocently, the younger man indicated that he would absolutely love to comment on the persecution of vampires and his friends' mental and emotional well-being, but his mouth was full and gosh darn if that wouldn't just be rude.
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Jack takes the round to make a +5 Inspire, hitting Colt, Grim, Fulcrum, Sparksmith, Geckoman and Phalanx. Edge can get everyone else, I guess!
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Jack's metahuman energy awareness let him address Sparksmith without turning around, his eyes fixed on the advancing horde. "Energy manipulator, huh? Stick by the hospital; might need you to pull emergency generator duty." With the building still full of injured patients, a power outage could be devastating. Having someone to catch anything that got past the first line of heroes wouldn't hurt either. For Fulcrum, the swordsman spared a glance and smirk. "Mo', you're running with the Interceptors now; we've only got the one plan." Jack twirled his arcing blade before snapping it at the ready. "Him 'em till the don't get up no more." Thumbing the radio again, he addressed the cowboy on the rooftop. "Colt, if you would be so kind." In response a narrow but blinding beam of light shot down to the street, curving about the entire hospital. The laser left a distinct trench the width of a thumb in a massive circle around the building, scored asphalt sizzling from the heat. Flicking a switch, Jack switched the radio to blare from the MAVERIC's prodigious speakers, his voice, clear as a bell, easily reaching those high above the vehicle. "Ladies and gentlemen," he called to the assembled heroes, "that is the line. They don't cross it." There was a moment's pause, then he added conversationally, "Incidentally, three points for the big ones, two for the really ugly ones and one a piece for the fast ones and the fliers." Leaning into the MAVERIC though the driver side window, he turned the sound system over to the speakers, electric guitars and a breakneck beat filling the still air as a toothy, feral grin spread across the swashbuckler's face. Jack began walking toward the advancing armies, arms spread out challengingly, a distinct swagger in his step. "You think you can pull this in my house? LET'S GO!" he roared.
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Erik looked back and forth between the married couple, jaw working as the upper half of his face churned through different expressions while he tried to think of what to say. "...right. Yes. Well." The younger man drummed his fingers loudly on the table. "I think," he declared, "I'll have the pancakes." He turned to Taylor. "Do you like pancakes? Of course you do, everybody likes pancakes. Pancakes. Are. Delicious," he informed the child in her arms emphatically before half rising out of his seat at the booth. "Can I get some pancakes over here please?!" he called out to the staff of the cafe. There was a beat of awkward silence before he sat back down, hands planted firmly in front of him, lips slightly pursed and eyes looking conspicuously anywhere but across the table.
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"Well, yeah, and the library of forbidden tomes and the magic sigils and..." Erik trailed off and looked incredulously between Jack and Taylor upon seeing their faces. "Guys, c'mon. You don't seriously think anybody in our, y'know, 'circles' would try to hurt your kid, do you? I mean, that would... be..." The swordsman's mouth curved deeper into a frown. "Dios, you're serious."
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Erik's mouth fell open is a look of vague horror at Taylor's reaction. Why does that keep happening?! he groaned inwardly. The acrobat struggled to remember the last time he'd gotten through a conversation with a woman without upsetting her in one way or another. It was becoming a truly frustrating pattern. Following the couple's cue and leaving it uncommented upon, he snapped his jaw closed and turned to Jack. "Good? I guess?" He raised eyebrow. "Lynn was seriously going to go all Buffy? That's... kinda dark for her." Erik might not have been the world's biggest fan of vampirism, but if Avenger was any indication, the blood suckers were still basically human.
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Erik conceded the point, grumbling, "Alright, alright, 'vampires, what vampires?'" The younger man rolled his eyes in Jack's direction. "Well, duh. If I thought that, I'd be trying really hard to stab you with something glowy right now. It's kind of my go-to response to stress," he sighed, his expression a mixture of annoyance and chagrin. "All I'm saying is that if you need me for something, call the brownstone or go trough Doc or something, okay? Your family can take care of themselves," he told Jack with a deferential nod to Taylor, "but mine aren't part of... this." Erik gestured to everyone gathered in the booth. Rubbing his face wearily, the fencer sighed. "As for the team... well, Grim's ticked, and so is Vince. Fulcrum's pretty mad but I think that's more at Doc than anybody. You could blow Colt's bike out from under him and he probably wouldn't bat an eye, so that's kinda tough to say, and Dynamo.... well, he's not the sharpest tool in the shed, so he doesn't really get everything that's going on one way or the other."
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Erik gave Jack an uncertain look. "Is... that like a vampire joke thing?" He placed his hand in front of his face, two fingers extended like fangs, and dropped his voice a few octaves. "'I ate before we came, but I can always do with a... light snack. Bwa ha ha ha.'" Letting the hand fall to the table, he leaned back in the booth, dejected. "Man, I have been so careful. Do you know how much flack I take from Lynn over the wig?" he asked Taylor. "A lot, is what I'm getting at." Turning back to Jack, the athletic young man sighed. "My sister answered the phone. Such a party foul."
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Erik walked into the cafe, hands shoved into the pockets on his faded jeans, removing the usual easy grace of the acrobat's movements and he made his way over to corner booth and sat down. He offered the shorter of the seated pair a charming if shaky smile. "Taylor. You look fantastic. Glad to see the little guy's doing well. Strong and healthy?" Turning to Jack, the young man's expression shifter abruptly to poorly contained irritation, pointing an accusatory finger at the vampire. "You, sir," he announced, careful to modulate his tone in the public space, "are an ass-hat." Glancing over to the baby, he gave Taylor and apologetic look. "Sorry."
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"...yes," Erik managed, "that would be... fantastic. See you then." Thumbing the button to hang up the phone, he placed the heel of each hand against the sides of his head and squeezed his eyes shut. "Nnnngh..." His sister gave him a look, one eyebrow raised as she sat on the kitchen table and swung her feet back and forth. "What's your problem?" Looking up, Erik stood and clasped her on the shoulders. "Ellie, I want you to get the cross off the wall in Mom's room and... I... have no idea." Turning about abruptly, he smacked his fists into his forehead. "Locking the doors won't do any good. We could... could... Argh!" Looking back at Ellie he grimaced. "Just don't let any tall, dark and handsome strangers in, okay?" She regarded him flatly. "...riiight." Running a hand down his face, the fencer stalked out of the room, grumbling, "I gotta go out..."