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"Taking our photograph, Auntie, and naturally because we be hot," Set explained with relish, blowing a kiss to giggling preteens as they passed and bumping her hip into Phantom playfully, enjoying being the very marginally taller one for once. "Ooh, tis exciting, I've never had an Auntie before! Well, by technicalities Nut be both mother and aunt, one supposes, but mortals tend to get hung up on that, eh?" She waved idly to the sky over the heads while pulling the out-of-costume heroine down the left path at a fork. "You must share your beauty tips with us, aye? Do you perhaps practice the pilates?" The godling cast another appreciative look at new friend's thighs in much the same way a sculptor might have appraised the work of a colleague. "Truly the definition be admirable, and I say that as a shapes--" "The masses recognize her from the electronic nets," Sekhmet interrupted, answering Taylor's question directly once it became clear Set had little intention of doing so. She had been giving the sorceress a bemused look of her own. "Hm. Phantom. Thy age has many strange notions about death." Set sighed at the bluntness. "I still believe 'cult' to be a bit strong but I suppose I have garnered some modest celebrity, aye. Tis mostly the 'hot' thing, however, I maintain!"
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Trevor did understand that. He was well versed in the idea of actions as statements and he could see why this was something Nina couldn't involved Mark in. It was matter personal in a way that their mutual friend was too close to her to help resolve. The coolly analytical part of his mind that whirred along like intricate machinery at all times agreed that he was the right tool for her purpose, skilled in stealth and deception, well equipped and motivated but not so much as to lose perspective. Coming to him had been her soundest tactical choice and he could respect that. Besides which, shutting down a dictator's secret underwater volcano base seemed like a reasonably good use of an afternoon. "I'll have Redbird prepare the submarine," he told her calmly, raising his own mug and taking a sip. "Anything to eat?"
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Set Initiative: 1d20+3 12 Sekhmet Initiative: 1d20+5 11
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As discussed in chat, we're fudging the way Takedown Attack works a little bit since the skeletons are more than 5' apart. Jotun Skeletons Toughness Save vs DC 35: 7#1d20+13 22 20 30 30 15 18 33 33 - Blue Fox - Uninjured, 6HP [BLUFF] 23 - Papercut - Uninjured, 3HP [WEST] 13 - Citizen - Uninjured, -5 Defense, 3HP [WEST] > 12 - Wraith - Uninjured, 3HP [BLUFF] 12 - Temperance - Uninjured, 4HP [BLUFF] 11 - Jotun Skeletons - Uninjured x27 [WEST] 9 - Revenant - Uninjured, 2HP [BLUFF]
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If he positions it right, that's big enough to catch four of the giant skeletons! Jotun Skeletons Toughness Save vs DC 23: 4#1d20+13 16 16 26 24 33 - Blue Fox - Uninjured, 6HP [BLUFF] 23 - Papercut - Uninjured, 3HP [WEST] > 13 - Citizen - Uninjured, 3HP [WEST] 12 - Wraith - Uninjured, 3HP [BLUFF] 12 - Temperance - Uninjured, 4HP [BLUFF] 11 - Jotun Skeletons - Uninjured x34 [WEST] 9 - Revenant - Uninjured, 2HP [BLUFF]
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Trevor took Nina's mug and paused, meeting her eyes. It wasn't the menacing glare that the princess had seen him level at criminals, one so full of dark promises that it had reduced hardened men to quivering puddles of spilled secrets, but there was still the uncomfortable sensation of being analyzed, broken down into irrefutable data. There was a moment where Nina knew - knew - for certain that he had seen through her half-truths and misdirection, swept them to the side to piece together the true puzzle. And yet he said nothing. Instead he turned away and replaced the cup on the far end of the countertop dominating machine and pressed a button. When the contraction made a low sound of metal grinding on metal in response, he pounded its top soundly with a closed fist and steaming coffee immediately began to pour forth. Turning back around he asked simply, "Plan?"
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Alright, fixed a couple little formatting things and typos! You've been super patient, Lad, and now Myth is: APPROVED
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Even a manufactured pout didn't do much to cut through the delight positively radiating from Set as she pulled Phantom along into the rest of the park. "Boo, I cannot make cat and dog puns about funnel cake," she protested, puffing out one cheek as though threatening to hold her breath until she got her way, all while her grey eyes twinkled merrily. It was becoming clear to Taylor that Set didn't just want attention for attention's sake, godly predisposition aside. She wanted to be liked, to be someone people could trust and let their guard down around despite the occasional well meaning joke or trick. Going along with the impromptu excursion even for the moment had earned the sorceress a devoted is unorthodox friend, it seemed. Sekhmet made a low growling noise in the back of her throat as she followed close behind. "Yet already I trust the Chosen One's judgement over thy own, liesmith." While Taylor may have been less conspicuous in her civilian clothing, flanked by the two Heliopolians they were still getting plenty of looks from the rest of the crowd. There was a fairly sharp contrast between the bemused the older amusement park goers, who had seen stranger living in Freedom City, if not much stranger, and the youths who pointed and snapped photos of the moderate celebrity and her companions. "Tis fair."
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Sorus is having Eve bide her time for now, so Papercut is up!
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Jotun Skeletons Initiative: 1d20+3 11 > 33 - Blue Fox - Uninjured, 6HP [BLUFF] 23 - Papercut - Uninjured, 4HP [WEST] 13 - Citizen - Uninjured, 3HP [WEST] 12 - Wraith - Uninjured, 3HP [BLUFF] 12 - Temperance - Uninjured, 4HP [BLUFF] 11 - Jotun Skeletons - Uninjured x36 [WEST] 9 - Revenant - Uninjured, 2HP [BLUFF] A couple of notes! First off, unless otherwise mentioned all the monsters in this fight will be minions so Take 10, use Takedown Attack and so on as you will. Second, this is going to cover the whole area around the bluff which is pretty big so I'll be dividing things up into five areas: each quadrant and the bluff itself. That'll be a bigger deal once there are threats coming from multiple directions, oh ho ho! We'll be keeping track of the rough location of each character in the initiative order to make things clearer. Third, Eve has linked up who she can with her telepathy so feel free to use that Communication in-character as appropriate!
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One of Papercut's cranes was the first to notice it, a spike of ebony white about the size of a fire hydrant pushing up out of the ground, almost disguised against the blanket of snow. By the time the little construct had alerted its creator another four jagged spires had joined the first and the forest floor to the west of the bluff had begun to shake with a threatening rumble. The spires revealed themselves as the talons of a massive skeletal hand, grasping and clawing its way out of the dirt. As far as Sharl and Koshiro could see from up in the air the ground was split open by dozens of the jotun dead rising up, knocking over hardwood trees on the scale of wind turbines with deafening cracks. All flesh had been stripped from the giant skeletons save little scraps of hide that hung off of some of them here and there and bones that would have been missing or too damaged had been replaced by ice tinted in sickly green. The same terrible green light shone in their empty eye sockets as they got to their feet and began shambling forward, drawn by the power of the ritual and howling with the screams of the damned.
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Trevor took the printout silently, ruby irises scanning back and forth in glossy black voids as he took in very grainy detail. They weren't actually luminous, that was simply a trick of reflected light and high contrast but it was difficult not to be taken in by the quick, flicking movements of those intense rings of colour. He was familiar with the altercation to which Nina was referring and not just by way of general history. After the Liberty League's last altercation with Typhoon and the princess' exile it had seemed prudent to refresh his knowledge of the aging tyrant's previous tactics and assets. He was moderately surprised to hear that the Ifrit facility was still intact; he hadn't dug into that site's status particularly deeply among everything else but what he had found had held up the assumption of its destruction. Placing the paper down on the table, he wordlessly indicated Nina's mug, offering to refill it while patiently waiting for her to get around to her point.
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Erik didn't do much more than grunt in response to Chris' reassurances, his expression clouded as he rolled his shoulders once to work out some of the kinks left by their inhospitable arrival. "Just keep trying the radio, alright? We got our butts handed to us by a lightshow, is what," he told Wildcat sourly before looking off in the direction Echo had pointed. "Alright. If somebody's scrounging around for parts in this garbage then Caradoc's the prime rib." Having seen Steve's armored transformation without the benefit of his holographic disguise, that was a little less metaphorical than the swordsman would have liked. Turning to the feline-themed vigilante and the white haired reality manipulator he squared his shoulders. "Alright kids, consider yourselves deputized," he told them, their arid surroundings making him think of Bill and bringing up another wave of determination not to lose another friend. "Escher, do another pass and see what you can find in the way of supplies; water, food, whatever. Meow Mix, find something to carry it in then saddle up. We're heading down the yellow dirt road to save the Tin Man."
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As a reminder for Mad and Bluefish, Caradoc doesn't actually look monstrous: he's Steve's third identity, a holographic disguise that makes him look like a sort of retro-future medieval knight with a jetpack and lance. If either Echo or Wildcat see him without the hologram in his Harrier identity they'll immediately recognize the armor as belonging to a heavy combat Omegadrone -- and should probably react accordingly! For now though they have no reason to suspect that Caradoc has anything to do with Harrier, if they've even heard of the latter.
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"Then I misspoke," Set snarled, canine teeth exposed as the sky opened up and punishing sheets of rain began to bombard the entire town, frigid and stinging like uncountable little daggers. "Not thy eyes first but THY TONGUE!" Always had Set been the god of foreigners and at least in his current incarnation that gave him perspective enough for bigotry to put his teeth on edge where another deity might have plead unavoidable favoritism. That was a question of principles and had that been the worst of it Set might have yet been able to keep a cool head, to bide his time and seize upon a better opportunity. To hear such poisonous filth laid at the feet of Horus, however, was too much by far and the only the all consuming cry for destruction held any sway. Inky shadows crawled up Set's forearms, shrouding them up to the elbows before he hurled the shadowstuff at the false Horus with a shout, a writhing mass of tentacles made out of light devouring abyss that lashed out to try to ensnare their target. "Thy wish to speak of darkness? Let us then speak of DARKNESS!" Throughout it all Set remained so focused on the object of his rage that he had yet to so much as acknowledge the presence of the UNISON hero who had been fighting the madman to a standstill.
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Whelp, fightin' time already! Set's done listening to this jerk. Set Move Action: Environmental Control [Distraction, Hamper Movement] Standard Action: Darkness Snare. That's a DC 17 Reflex Save: AP: Snare 7 (Extras: Area [General, Shapeable], Selective, Power Feats: Obscure Senses [All Senses], Variable Descriptor 1 [sand or shadows]) [34PP] (darkness aspect/desert aspect)Not much chance to actually catching Horus, but hey! Gotta start somewhere!
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Set's slim fingers flashed forward and nimbly plucked the card from the air, slipping into wherever in her top her smartphone had disappeared to and grinning broadly, her demeanor having abruptly changed. "Silly indeed, worrying Set might offer repentance too thorough! A kind sentiment even so. Now!" The godling clapped her hands together and swiftly rose from her seated position, quickly enough that her dreadlocks bounced across her bare shoulders. Phantom was getting the distinct impression that the conversation had somehow been steered exactly where the chaos deity had wanted but it was difficult to say if that was due to actual planning or just a symptom of Set's mercurial mood and attempt to retroactively shift the narrative in her favor. "You speak as though your distance from mortalkind were irrevocable! Just look were we find ourselves!" Waving one arm in a broad arc that took in the whole of the park, Set hooked the around around Phantom's now corporeal elbow and began dragging the sorceress unceremoniously out of the dining area back toward Ocean Height's attractions in what seemed to be becoming a habit. "Come along, Auntie, I'm sure we shall find your misplaced humanity around here somewhere. I was just about to introduce noble Sekhmet to the corndog! I don't eat them, obviously, that would be disgusting."
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Sekhmet opened her mouth to reply, her frown making it clear how she felt about Monsoon's tone but Set interrupted on the way to the doors. "Aye, aye, reasonable doubt, skeptical disparagement. Skip track, moving on," the weirdly animal headed godling snapped gruffly, shoving both doors open with a massive gust of wind that originated from further into the shelter and sent loose objects tumbling about in its wake. He continued out into the night without another word, without breaking his stride. The taller Heliopolian grimaced and turned back to Monsoon, laying her glowing hands on the suspicious woman a little more forcefully than was probably necessary. As she did her sun disc flared into view behind her head, filling the entire room with the blazing sunlight of a summer day and Nina could feel her injuries knitting themselves back together if not gently than at least efficiently. "Thy reproach be... understandable," she allowed with obvious effort, trying to be the diplomatic one if Set wasn't going to make an effort. She could feel the situation spiraling out of control and knew she was distracted by mixed thoughts about the brief conversations with Isis and Hathor, if they could be called 'conversations'. "Thy belief be not required, worthy, only thy aid in ending the blasphemer's rampage. To even pretend at the Avenger's power... I would see the battle ended quickly and without mercy. Can you fight?" - - - Outside thunder rumbled behind Edge's shouts as ominous storm clouds began to block out the evening sky. Unnatural crimson lightning flashed overhead and gale force winds kicked up without further warning blowing the hero's cape forward. Down the empty road toward the combatants Set came, radiating fury that far outstripped his small frame. "FRAUD!" he roared like a sandstorm crashing into the side of a stone wall, his accent coming out more strongly than usual. "I SHALL MELT THY EYES IN THY SKULL AND FORCE THEE TO DRINK THE JELLY!"
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The kitchen Trevor led them to - Nina had gathered that it was something of a running joke that the manor had been constructed with a disproportionate number - was one of the smaller rooms in the sprawling building, only a little too large to be considered a breakfast nook. The cabinet the Hunter heir oped appeared to be filled to capacity with bag after bag of beans, some in simple brown paper and others in opulently embossed custom packaging. From the way lean, pale fingers danced over the selection she could infer there was some sort of system of organization at work but the exact method escaped her. Trevor glanced over his shoulder to give his guest a silent, appraising glance before settling on a particular, vacuum sealed bag. Most of the opposite counter was taken up by a massive, generally boxish contraption metal and glass covered in mismatched dials that had obviously been scrounged from immediately available parts over time with little regard to aesthetics. Pouring a portion of beans into a rectangular funnel on one side with practiced precision Trevor adjusted a few setting for time and temperature before pressing a button that brought forth grinding sounds from somewhere within the machine. Moving to retrieve a pair of clean mugs from the only storage in the small room not taken up by ingredients or spare parts he asked without turning around, "Requests?" With his usual economy of language he was inquiring after both her preferred style of beverage and what had brought her to the manor to begin with.
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Becky let out a low, rumbling note of displeasure as Eve slid out of the bed but propped herself up on one elbow to better observe the impromptu runway show. "If anyone is a princess, you're the princess, princess," she countered in a tone that was aiming for playfully pouting but came out a little huskier than intended. Once Eve had sat back down on the bed she quickly wrapped an arm possessively around the telepath's waist, rest her head on one of her partner's thighs. "I can be the dragon. Rawr." She made a claw out of her free hand, made all the more realistic by the black talons her fingernails briefly extended into before shrinking back to unpainted pink cuticles. Having a hard time remembering why she'd suggested getting up in the first place, the Canadian sighed and pressed her cheek against Eve's stomach, somewhat muffling her own voice. "I think I hate being right, blah. Well, it's your city, foxy. What did you have in mind?"
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Alright, everyone has a chance to react IC here. Ritual folks can describe how they're going about charging up their object and everyone else can do their version of, "Ooh, pretty lights," as desired. Meanwhile, for characters not part of the ritual, start hitting me with Initiative checks!
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Frost's anecdote brought out a scandalized giggle that Kimber stifled with a hand over her mouth. "That's gross, Uncle! I want to hear that story after." Tarva's concerns were more sobering and helped her refocus on the task at hand. "It should be fine," she decided, focusing on the profaned idol. "I did some small tests and after talking with Wraith about how Kinigosi worship works I don't think it's directly tied to any one, y'know, god any more. It's still got power because of all the faith and then anger directed at it, in a more general sense?" She felt pretty strange trying to talk authoritatively about any of it in front of the more seasoned arcanists but in this case she was the one who'd done all the research and groundwork. She gave the shadow priestess the most reassuring grin she could manage. "Besides, all of the gods I've met have ended up on Team Kimber! I'm very likable!" Banter quickly died down, however, as each of them began to concentrate on their assigned tasks. Kimber nodded with only a little hesitation and closed her eye, floating in the center of the formation. The Silver Tree branch reacted first as each mage began their personal brand of spellwork, Siobhan's wand-focused elemental power surging through the ready conductor of the cosmic wood. The branch glowed brightly where it floated, details washed out by the light before something that wasn't quite lightning or fire leapt from one end to the shard of blade that had Dimitri's attention. The jagged metal rose from the old vampire's hands to similarly levitate in the air before another surge of power connected with the bone and idol, completing the circle. All four pieces turned to white hot silhouettes in a ring around Kimber that began to rotate faster and faster, wind whipping up to toss Eric's Styx soaked leathers and Tarva's shadow-black dress about them and lift the poltergeist's translucent hair into a wild halo. From her perch overhead Indira felt the power resonating through the most complete tower but soon all four were shining like lighthouse beacons, an unmistakable signal that cut through even the primordial woods of Jotunheim to alert anything for leagues around that something very interesting - or very threatening - indeed was taking shape.
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Set bristled at the well-intentioned advice far more than she had at the thinly veiled threats, static rippling through her dreadlocks with a faint crackle. "Appearances aside, Set be no child in need of moralistic lessons," she snapped back haughtily. That was more than a little debatable from Phantom's point of view; on one hand the godling was technically beyond ancient and Sekhmet only very slightly less so but Taylor had enough experience with more conventional teenagers to recognize that the redheaded girl's youthful sensitivity and mulishness were no affectations. "That sacrifices I have made are my own business. Moreover, you mistakenly see proselytizing where conversation lies instead." She crossed her arms under her cross halter and tilted her chin upward at Phantom from her seated position. "Can you truly claim to know the heart of the common man, woman or other so well, oh Chosen One? Methinks one of us be far closer to mortal now than the other." "Set..." Sekhmet growled warningly from her position nearby, glowering disapprovingly at her charges tirade. For her part the warrior goddess didn't think much of Phantom's flippant dismissal of the importance of combat prowess but she wasn't about to start an argument over it. Scholars and mages would always have their little foibles, after all. The shorter young woman ignored her in full. "Remember that among myriad glittering facets I be patron to the othered outsiders, the strange and foreign, and upon the internet they have made their home as in no other age. I shall be a champion because I talk to those I serve and I make no apology nor accept any pity on that point!"
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You could either trim the Array down to 20PP pretty easily and have 10 more PP to spend elsewhere or you could add some Extras and Power Feats to the APs you've already got!
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"<Colourful, oh waterlogged warrior, but your opponent be son to no god,>" Set called as he strode purposefully out of the shadows. A hot desert wind rolled off of the godling as he passed, strong enough to toss his dreadlocks behind him and warm enough to make the black velvet on his head shimmer slightly in the dim light. Little crackles of crimson lightning popped around his eyes and fingertips, apparently unnoticed as he headed for the door. "Sekhmet, you know my fondness for water mystics; mayhaps our new friend will find use for your healing talents?" Perhaps out of habit the words were flowery but the tone was hard and distracted, his attention only on the target of his wrath. Disturbingly glad to be back among mortals rather than the incensed Isis or her own sister, Sekhmet pushed her own complicated feelings down into the same corner into which she compressed every inconvenient notion and instead cast a concerned glace at Set's back. Unlike the godling she'd resumed her fully human appearance after their audience with She Who Is All and turned to Monsoon with smoldering golden eye and similarly glowing hands. "Aye, thy shall not rejoin the battle at less than thy full measure, champion. Speak, what transpires here?"
