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Midnight seemed to consider for a moment before carefully stepping down from the railing and onto the platform. With his straight-backed posture he wasn't much less imposing that way but at least his silhouette became something more recognizably human. It didn't hurt that Leviathan had more than three feet on him. "Diffused explosives at two medical research labs tonight," the taciturn tactician explained. It was the most consecutive syllables the towering lizard had heard out of him yet and Leviathan got the impression that it was Midnight's attempt at taking a gentler tone. "Given materials, size of trunk, assume two additional targets, maybe more." He placed both gloved hands on the railing and looked over over the city. "Timers were set for less than two hours from now."
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"Dunno, I feel pretty good about it," Lou told Xavier with a last chuckle before adjusting the knot in his tie into some semblance of order. Something other than merriment glinted in his eye as he added, "What I'm going to do to his car on the way out for bringing my ex into it? That's more what you'd call 'reckless'." He turned to watch Sophía work with the wary interest of someone who wasn't entirely sure what he was looking at but recognized exercise being exercised when he saw it. "Maybe the man doesn't want to be reminded of his past," he rebuffed her compliments of the quiet private investigator's evidently doctored records, some of his earlier scowl returning. "No call bringing it up to the whole room; that's just simple respect." He folded his arms and made no move to take the phone from her. "And nobody's tempting fate just 'cause you don't want to wait a couple hours. We'll be out of each others' hair soon enough."
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Looks like it unless Ecal has some rebuttal! Echo 1 : Gecko 0
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The moment the baton tapped Lou's chest he seemed to gain two inches in hight as he straightened and squared his shoulders, holding the offending officer's gaze with unblinking chips of ice. Without the slouch the rumpled suit suddenly did much less to hide the slabs of functional muscle it was draped upon and the metal bars began to seem like tenuous protection. Xavier's thinly veiled warning didn't seem to do much to diffuse the building tension but formed police officer did look down as Alice slipped into the space next of his shoulder. Her bawdy suggestion led to a long moment of nonplussed silence before Lou snorted loudly. He looked between Boyle and the grinning young woman before breaking out in raucous laughter, loud sharp barks that echoed in the acoustics of the cell. "Be a short video with Boyle pitching," he tossed out between chuckles, dismissively waving the guard away as he stepped away from the bars.
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Just to see if Lou notices what Alice is doing: Lou Lubrano Notice check: 1d20+15 32
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"It still seems more storehouse than shop front," Winifred muttered as she allowed herself to be pulled along behind the taller girl, taking quick steps to keep up. She considered the options as presented, trying to be as objective as possible. Her funds, after all, were still rather meagre by her understanding of the local economy and distressingly finite; she had no good way of replacing them any time soon. "It might be best to forego anything I would be too sorry to lose," she admitted reluctantly, shoulders slumping slightly as she imagined ruining a hypothetical favourite outfit in a momentary lapse of control. "I should just like something that fits. ...though it may not be so frivolous to have something that makes a better impression?" She'd always scoffed a bit at the idea of fashion but there was a difference between avoiding preoccupation with one's appearance and being transparently ignorant of current trends. A year of enduring smirks and snide remarks had somewhat adjusted her perceptions.
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Lou Lubrano Intimidate check: 1d20+15 27
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Once the guard's head had appeared around the corner Lou locked eyes with him and his bellow became a low growl. "I think you want to remember why I'm not a cop anymore, Boyle," he suggested slowly, letting that thought linger heavily for a moment. "I think you want to get whatever pencil pusher is supposed to be dealing with this bunch and tell them to quit dragging their heels then I think you want to sit back down behind your desk and think about what a useless bag of air you are. See, that's what I think, anyway." Stepping away from the bars the bearded man massaged the bridge of his nose with a grimace. "The aggravation, I do not need." Lowering his hand he gave the others a level look, starting with Alice. "Look. Whatever you think you're playing at with the cameras and 'your gear' and so on, just cool it, yeah? Nobody's going to put you in a courtroom and try to sell you as bank robbers; you're like twelve and this guy's all well-spoken and #@$%. So just wait for the suit and tell them how the scary bad men hit you in the head. I'm begging here."
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Alright, Echo is up first then! Let me know if you need any help working out the mechanics of what you want her to do.
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"Still where they keep the money. And I guarantee I got nothing to do with what whatever you're weird deal is, pal," Lou grumbled to Sophia and Xavier in turn, giving the latter a glare that advised against trying to find out what the bearded man had in his pockets. Not that it was much but there was the principle of the thing. He watched the other woman case the cell long enough for the question of fighting through the officers outside to come up before running a hand over his face in an effort to summon composure from the ether. "Not great odds, she says. Christ. Just keep your shirt on a minute." Muttering under his breath and cracking stiff joints as he went Lou made his way over the the bars of the cell, leaning into them enough to look down the hallway. "Hey! Boyle! What's the deal with this #@$%, huh?" he bellowed toward the guard station, one hand gripping a bar while the other gestured emphatically along with his words. "I got important people to see today, you get what I'm saying? What, is throwing diversity hire Larry, Moe and Curly in here your idea of a joke? You think you're funny now, Boyle? Is that it?" He looked back to his cellmates and offered a mute shrug.
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Most of Winifred's excursions out into the larger city beyond the academy grounds had been following Robin's lead and accordingly making use of public transit so the luxury of Herrera Miramontes' private car and driver weren't wholly lost on her. Unsurprisingly Raina gave every impression that she was used to such treatment but Matthew's reaction gave her a little more context. The alchemist decided she would consider the whole affair a success if she managed to avoid accidentally referring to the car as a carriage. Fortunately the trip to the mall passes with no such faux pas and she stepped out into the parking lot, taking a long moment to wrap her head around the sheer number and variety of vehicles tucked into neat columns. She couldn't imagine so much space being given over to such a thing in her London but then the Americans did seem to have a fascination with making things as large as possible. The sprawling building in front of them certainly followed that trend, the huge, garish signage being the only thing that would have suggested to her a marketplace. "Is it meant to be so... ugly?" she asked before the surprise of it all could wear off enough for politeness to reassert itself.
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Okay! Start off with some initiative rolls for me. We won't be worrying about Toughness saves for this part since they're not actively trying to hurt each other, just make touch attacks.
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Erik cleared his throat theatrically while giving Talya a sideways glance. "And distract Goggles with the pecs no amount of training can ever give him? That'd be unsporting." Turning back to the sparring partners he clarified, "We're not focusing on stopping power tonight so let's start with some tag; a solid tap is a point, we'll say a fall ends the match, makes sense? We can work up from there depending on how you're feeling." There was a beat before he expectantly added, "So go!" While Chris and Buffy sprang into movement Erik spared a moment to look over to Steve. "Seem a little distracted, big guy. You thinking what I think you're thinking?"
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The hungover man let out a long, quiet sigh as it became clear that the other three in the cell weren't planning to pass their time together in civilized silence. Swinging his leg around he drew himself up into a seated position, cracking his neck audibly. "Hnh, fine. Clearly you ain't bank robbers. The real perps would know better than to tell a bunch of randoms what the cops should or shouldn't have been able to find. That's what I'd figure, anyway. Theoretically." He regarded them with pinpricks of ice blue from beneath hooded eyelids as he unfolded his suit jacket and shook it out. He said nothing while slipping it over his shoulders with a soft grunt before noticing the others' expectant looks. "Oh for-- It's Lou, if you're still feeling all sociable. Acting like you never been in a holding cell before."
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"Seems like you got chatty covered, 'Alice'," the man who'd been lying on the bench against the back wall interjected in a gravely grumble, eyes still shut. The jacket of his rumpled suit was folded into a makeshift pillow under grey hair that contrasted sharply with a jet black beard. An undone tie hung loosely under the collar of a shirt with the top button undone, the faint but unmistakeable scent of alcohol and cigarette smoke lingering about him suggesting that he'd been there a while. He finally cracked one eye open just enough to take stock of his three new cellmates, ending with the other man. "Could be this is news to you, pal but generally speaking this is where they stick you when somebody's decided you broke a law, yeah?" Closing his eye again he shifted on the bench in an effort to get comfortable again. "Look like a nice bunch, though. Sure they'll be by to apologize for the mistake any minute." Unlike the short-haired woman's exaggerated imitations it was difficult to tell whether he was joking or not.
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Midnight has Skill Mastery for Notice and Drive but for the sake of making things interesting: Midnight II Notice Check: 1d20+15 26 Drive Check: 1d20+15 30
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Espadas School of Self-Defense and Swordsmanship! December 16, 9:07 PM "Alright, we're locked up," Erik Espadas confirmed as he rounded the gap in the wall between the dojo's entryway and the training space. With the blinds drawn over the big front windows and a few more sophisticated measures in place the small group gathered were ready for their planned after-hours class. Unlike usual the mats were littered with piled weights, cardboard boxes and anything else that had been handy and looked like it might make for an inconvenient obstacle. "Remember, we're working on mobility tonight," he reminded the deceptively lanky man and the woman with short black hair in front of him, folding his bare arms across his plain white workout shirt. They could have easily been a pair of the college students who frequented his intermediary self-defence classes. "That means something a little different for you two than the rest of us so I figured it was past time you compared notes." The fencer let a lopsided grin split his businesslike demeanour as he stepped back toward far corner where Talya and Steve were watching. "That said, loser has to mop the footprints off my ceiling." In the apartments up above Ellie Espadas held her breath as she tip-toed out of the nursery, hoping against hope that her newest niece and nephew would stay asleep at least long enough to get back to the kitchen. Either one of them crying inevitably woke the other and even with three pairs of hands helping she wasn't sure how their parents were coping. Making it down the hallway and all the way to the kitchen table the med student silently raised a pair of crossed fingers as she sat down between Min and Mara. "And I thought pulling a double at Trinity took it out of you," she drawled just barely louder than a whisper. "Please tell me there's coffee or tea or something."
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Sorry, let me be more clear. Redbird can get up past Speed 20 if she likes. The plan is to take a corner, drive up a parallel street and then cut them off, not go through them.
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Alright, the plan here if for Redbird to increase the Night Cycle's speed then cut around and in front of the bank robbers while Nevermore comes up from behind. What sort of rolls would you like, Quinn?
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Jack of all Blades / Jill O'Cure Interceptors: Terrance and Emily (1) Midnight II Freedom's Finest #4: Shadow of the Leviathan (2) The Ben Hur Invitational: Self Preservation Society (1) Ghost Girl A Dark and Spiteful God (1) Reagent / Alkahest The Past Is In The Past (2) Final Exam (5) Transmutation (1) GM / NPC Down the Unfamiliar Road (1) Rollover and Ref Point can go to Reagent, thanks!
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It was simple enough to find the platform Midnight had described and at a horse's gallop it wasn't long before Leviathan had arrived. Disappointingly there didn't seem to be any sign of the detective in black and after a moment of looking about the reptilian hero had to squeeze his substantial frame onto the unlit service area to avoid the train rumbling down the track. He watched as the last car sped away and the moment the rumble and rattle had begun to die down a flat voice behind him demanded, "Name?" Midnight was balanced on the guard rail in a low crouch, nothing behind him but empty air and the chill of a night breeze. It was difficult to make out his outline in the dark, particularly with wisps of inky black mist rolling from him like brimstone from a creature of nightmare. The ruby lenses of his mask reflected the faint light from the lamppost a dozen yards or so further down the track as they stared unblinkingly at Leviathan.
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Kimber prudently refrained from flippantly asking if they didn't have afterglow on Nihilor since the answer was unfortunately obvious. Her flannel pyjamas appeared with a slightly blur already on her toned frame but she made a show of tugging the shirt into place and doing up the buttons just to occupy her hands. "I'm not dwelling, liquorice whip," she assured the black haired woman, managing to keep most of the sigh out of her voice while she half-crawled, half-floated across the bed to rest against Tarva's back, chin on her shoulder. "I'm just saying that if - if! - we run across one of them again I'd like to have, y'know, something special prepared." The poltergeist let her hands wander far enough to toy with the hem of the robe her lover had only just recovered. "You can't tell me that Tarva the Black of all people disapproves of making a contingency plan, hmm?"
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Even without his medical expertise Dimitri would have been able to tell with a glance that the first two of their ambushers were well beyond saving, bones broken from within by unnaturally spasming muscles.. The last remnants of that shadow cloaked fighter were unrecognizable as anything that had once been human but a strangled grunt of effort drew the Russian's attention to the kopesh wielder. The weathered man was trying to force himself up off of the ground even as sparks of electricity jumped across his body, leaving burns trailing across his face and limbs, accompanied by a scent like rotted flowers. With a sound that wanted to be a scream but lacked the power he opened his eye long enough to take in the bodies draped about the castle ruins. "No..." he croaked, collapsing back down to the stones. "A fool. Dead fool, now..." "I can see how she might be," Erik agreed as he took the second of the twins into his arms. "Buddy, you are going to be so outnumbered..." The swordsman looked like he was about to break out into laughter until her turned about as Min entered. At her revelation he blinked rapidly in surprise, most of his attention going toward keeping from dropping the newborns. "What?! Like the giant head one?"
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Midnight regarded Leviathan silently for a long moment, unnervingly still throughout the towering hero's gradual realization. The sirens in the distance grew steadily louder until the flashing blue and red could be faintly seen reflecting on the street above the concrete ravine. Finally the black clad vigilante tipped his head back slightly and made a quiet, gravelly sound; it took a moment for Leviathan to recognize it as a soft sigh filtered through whatever equipment was built into Midnight's mask. Turning on his heel he remounted his motorcycle, calling back to instruct, "Monorail service platform. Quarter mile east." Without further explanation the vehicle was peeling away from the scene and fading into the night's shadows, headed in the direction he'd indicated just as two patrol cars pulled to a stop by the damaged fence.
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Looks good! Nicely done. APPROVED
