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What the heck. HP have to be good for something, right? Dragonfly'll push that Extra Effort from the stunt up to Extraordinary Effort, and surge for another standard action. Melee Attack Roll (SURGE) vs. Curator Katastrof, DC25 (Drain Tou; Power Attack -2/+2, All-Out Attack +2/-2, Master Plan +2) (1d20 + 11 - 2 + 2 + 2=16) Aaaaaand failure. Dang; ah well. Dragonfly risks Exhausted status at the start of her next turn.
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Tagging.
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Alrighty. Welp, with Miss A and Harrier doing quite well on raw offense, Dragonfly'll play a little support. She activates her Master Plan; everyone has a +2 bonus for three rounds, and then +1 for one round after that, if we're still in combat by then. She'll also stunt this off her main offense array: Drain Toughness 11 (Feats: Extended Reach 1, Incurable, Reversible, Slow Fade 1 [1/minute]) [15pp] She teleports over to Kurator, and - using extended reach to give herself at least some distance - hits him in the back with it. Melee Attack Roll vs. Curator Katastrof, DC25 (Drain Tou; Power Attack -2/+2, All-Out Attack +2/-2, Master Plan +2) (1d20 + 11 - 2 + 2 + 2=18) Feh. Melee Attack REROLL vs. Curator Katastrof, DC25 (Drain Tou; Power Attack -2/+2, All-Out Attack +2/-2, Master Plan +2) (1d20 + 11 - 2 + 2 + 2=17) 4-> 14; 17->27, which should do it. DC23 fort save vs. drain toughness. Dragonfly is down 1HP, is at -2 defense, and risks device fatigue at the start of her next turn.
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"Something unusual," came an answer from overhead, accompanied by the humming of four stationary energy wings and the armored heroine they propelled. Dragonfly's interest in the issue had been bordering on mere curiosity until the security guard attack; thieves were one thing (and not usually her direct problem), but ones that attacked guards that way were bad news when left unchecked, and were worth looking into. Not that she'd intended to be anything but solo on this one, but what the hell, she was in a good mood for once. "Technology thieves usually attack with...technology. Specialists use claws, maybe - themed idiots - but through that much security...don't like it."
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Indira hesitated for a minute before stepping outside - it was always difficult to judge whether she was better off as human or alien when these kinds of things popped up out of nowhere. Still, away from prying eyes and approached by ominous goat-men, she supposed she was better off a little more combat-ready. When she stepped out to join Kimber and Eve it was in a lean, silver bipedal body, not overtly aggressive but hopefully ready for anything. Though this city had a habit of putting 'anything' to the test with distressing regularity. "...were you expecting another guest?" she hummed to their host, turning a three-eyed, mouthless face up to regard their visitor. "It is an impressive entrance, but the door might be more practical."
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"Will have to buy thirty seconds, then," the armored heroine noted, her armor emitting an ominous hum as it spun up to combat speed. Her four energy wings flared into existence but didn't lift her more than a foot off the ground, twitching and adjusting behind her to keep her steady as she lined up a tentative shot at the Curator Katastrof. It was a solid hit, too, the twisted space churning through the air toward his torso...and then not appearing to do much lasting harm. She swore, already spinning up for another shot. She'd been hoping to get more data on the fight before trying to take more complex actions, but at this rate....
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There was something about this trio that Indira didn't trust, and her new friend struck her as the strangest of all - having had to learn to blink the hard way, and having been briefly human and experienced (woefully limited) human eyes, she was keenly aware of both how necessary the habit was and how easy it was to forget...if you didn't actually have human eyes. Still, people hid things for all sorts of reasons. Indira didn't miss a beat, smiling casually and regarding the deer with as passive and tourist-y a gaze as was possible. "We do not have to search for something that is already right in front of us," she pointed out. "I do not believe that whoever owns this land would appreciate unauthorized hunting, even if anybody here was equipped for it."
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Cleaned up some formatting - looks like when you pasted your text into the post editor, it dragged in a metric ton of font, color, and some messed-up italics tags too. Clarified your regen power. Nothing else to fix here, though. Well done. APPROVED
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Alas, Dragonfly has no super-reasonable way to know how fast his regen is. Ah, well. With the teleporter taken care of, she'll just straight-up blast him. Ranged Attack Roll vs. Curator Katastrof (blast): 1d20+11 26 Just barely! DC26 Toughness save.
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Initiative Roll (Speed of Thought) (1d20 + 7=8) Ouch. At least with all the drones and nanites around she already had her forcefield up.
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Assuming Dragonfly has time for it, she'll be scoping out the area and planning while plot happens. Hooray for unnaturally-wide attention spans. Master Plan Check, DC10 (1d20 + 7=20) Not terrible. Assuming she got sufficient time to plan, when she initiates the plan the bonus starts at +2 for three rounds, then +1 for one more round after that.
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"I believe more and more that fate is not so random," Josephine admitted, spreading her hands helplessly. Her tone remained light and friendly, but she had apparently given it quite a bit of thought. "Perhaps not to the levels of a conspiracy, of course! But the more one watches events unfold, the stranger the odds seem to get. A charming woman happens to pick just the right tree, or someone is dragged across time and space to a date and location that are just so. It causes one to wonder."
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Dragonfly's head ticked to the side when she caught sight of the room's central device, in that particular way it always seemed to tilt over when something suddenly took hold of a larger-than-normal portion of her brain's multi-threaded attention span. In her mind's eye the object was expanded into its constituent parts - visible or theorized - as she pondered over its power and effectiveness. It wasn't how she would have done it, but she had grudging respect for its projected range and efficiency...if not for its probable use. That she had very, very little respect for, grudging or otherwise. Something deep behind the lenses of her face-plate flickered, and a polite - if insistent - signal with no apparent source or need for a receiver hit the Miss Americana visual display system, awaiting acknowledgement before unfolding into a text box and accompanying, stylized dragonfly symbol. Will attempt to counteract teleportation device if needed, it read in mono-type, no-nonsense font. You're probably more...socially gifted than we are. Should probably be you who addresses idiot in the chair.
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"That is...not safe," Mara observed with a grimace. She squeezed Ellie's waist a little bit at the jealousy comment - unnecessarily, in all likelihood, but she never wanted any doubt that Ellie always came first. "Food near reactors, no. Blocked cooling ducts, extra no. Blocked cooling ducts in system involving reactor? Double-extra-super-no. Does he glow in the dark?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. It was hard to tell if she was joking. "Plus, you know, difficult to keep it flying if it melts down, explodes."
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Teagan was practically delighted, ducking sideways away from a lashing barb as she got back onto her feet and tugged her new jacket back into place. "Hah! Hahahahaha. This is fantastic. What do we even have here?" Turning a keen eye on their new 'friends', Teagan was privately quite glad she'd been brushing up on her knowledge of this place's more magical threats - not that she'd ever admit it, but she'd been spending a lot of long nights in libraries hoping to prevent mystical creature culture shock. Looks like it had paid off. "Alright, so the big ugly one - and dang if those legends don't lie - is a hekatonkheires; big physical brute, supposed to be keeping guard in Tartarus. The pincushion is a...whatsit. Harionago. Japanese ghoul thing, supposed to stick to that little Shikoku island. The third one smelled like lightning and blood, but I dunno where he is."
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Sense Motive Check (1d20 + 5=7) Notice Check (1d20 + 15=20) Bluff Check (1d20 + 6=15) (19 if Attractive applies) Those rolls were awful, Wraith. Shame on you.
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I'll be off visiting family from the 16th through the 22nd; I may jump on a bit to do posts, but I won't be around reliably until I get back.
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Hmm, good idea. Knowledge (Arcane Lore) rolls to glean as much as she can about the three of them (in initiative order, just to make things easier). Knowledge (Arcane Lore) Roll (1d20 + 10=22, 1d20 + 10=26, 1d20 + 10=27)
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Initiative Roll (1d20 + 1=5) Oh, Tiamat. Tiamat, no. GK's been teaching you how to make init rolls, hasn't he?
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Tagging.
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"To be honest, it does seem to happen when we are around, as well," Indira admitted, pressing her palms together and briefly bowing her head to Alfonso - not the world's most formal Namaste, but a polite one none the less. The young alien's time in America had taught her some truly terrible habits for someone trying to disguise one's self as an more terrestrial foreigner, and she was trying to re-learn some habits. Sometimes. Kind of. Around strangers. When she remembered. "I am quite sure, too, that he would survive without us. Still," she continued, smiling, "I feel better knowing that if trouble does happen, he is at least slightly less likely to get lost if we are nearby."
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Dragonfly stood back, letting the far more physically powerful Miss Americana worry about the door; instead she crouched to inspect - with great care, and without getting within arm's length - the head that Harrier had so violently divested of its body. "Do not like the implications," she darkly observed, her brain almost unconsciously mapping out the object's design in broad strokes of metal and circuitry. "Overall design is inefficient; valuable largely for aesthetics and intimidation. Drones and swarm have had no other overwhemling wolf theme, wolf-units were not used for posturing or fear tactics. Outside influence more likely; implies deeper access to Baron's mind or designs. Extraction under time limit is difficult enough without worrying about him being part of - or slaved to - hive."
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Josephine laughed, folding her hands in front of her and quirking an eyebrow at her daughter's girlfriend's brother's wife. "I am, perhaps, not the best one to ask," she admitted, her pleasant French accent colored by her amusement, "But you do not look a day over twenty-four. That is very early to be set in one's ways, no?" "Always hard to tell," Mara piped up, continuing her efforts to (mostly) keep an ear on as many conversations as she could. "In this city, anyway. Too many people who cheat." She laughed again, shrugging and making a gesture of exaggerated, resigned helplessness. "That is very true, I suppose; I admit that I have met some very...unique people. Still, do not be too afraid to change, no? You are never too old to learn and adapt."
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"I think your friends are going to have to take turns drinking your jacket," Teagan pointed out, raising a wry eyebrow. "See, if you had sleeves they could've shared, but as it is they'll--" She paused mid-sentence, one ruby eye focused on the pair at the table. She sniffed, once, then twice, the second longer and more careful. "....well," she said, showing off a grin with entirely too many teeth in it. She was looking at all three of them with avid interest, now, and that interest wasn't entirely benign. "Isn't that interesting. And all of you, too! Tell me, pincushion, did the new body come with all that metal or did you get bored and try to figure out how many holes you could poke in it?"
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"I will follow Blodeuwedd," Wraith offered - with the jig up and the cameras off them, she was extraordinarily pleased to let her disguise drop; her whole body rippled as it melted and compacted into a considerably more humanoid silhouette. It didn't stop there, though: smooth, clawed legs bent backwards into something more suited for running and leaping, the alien's metal body smoothing further still and growing a lizard-like balance tail as she headed for the elevator. "I would encourage you to follow as soon as you are able; I suspect we beat him the first time largely because he was enrages and mindless. An intelligent Grue of his power is...unlikely to be easily contained. We shall all need good fortune, I believe?" She disappeared up the shaft like some overgrown horror movie lizard-monster, scuttling noises echoing down behind her as she wound a rapid spiral up after Blodeuwedd and the Meta-Grue.
