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"The ring is an odd detail." Indira had leaned back in her chair again, attention initially on Rojas as she spoke but increasingly - if idly - distracted by the growing din and sudden appearance of the bird. <Too small to hunt, perhaps, and it poses no risk. Its type could be good agility practice, however....> "Stories do not always have to make perfect sense when examined, but it is odd that a magic, talking pool would require the presence of the jewelry of a user - I am sorry, perhaps that is better as 'the user's jewelry'? - to function." She glanced at her map again, frowning. "I do not suppose there is any more legend surrounding where precisely this fabled pool is to be?"
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No sense in starting this off on the wrong foot (or risking a daze and wasting that nice Aid); Wraith'll lose a HP (down from 4 to 3) and no-sell that attack with Ultimate Toughness.
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Wraith - Tengu - was pretty sure she'd had enough: enough of this place (being in it, even briefly, was even worse than watching it on video), enough with waiting (silently stalking prey for hours was not the same as cooling your heels in a hideout), and enough with stands full of cowards who couldn't even show up in person to watch their terrible, insulting, morally reprehensible blood sports. The appearance of a Grue was the last straw, and if she'd had teeth she would have ground them. The moment they got the signal to begin she pushed off the ground, legs propelling her matte metal mass with surprising speed toward their opponent - her first strike with a heavy, taloned hand >missed its mark, but as the most durable and easily-healed team member present she largely just wanted its attention. They had to be ready for a signal, and it would be hard to be ready if a crazed Grue broke somebody.
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Wraith's currently shifted to something like this: Leaping 1 (x2 [Running Long Jump: 30ft]) [1pp] Speed 1 (10mph / 100 feet per Move Action) [1pp] Strike 5 (Feats: Improved Critical [19-20], Mighty, Power Attack) [8pp] She is not super pleased with this whole situation! A grue is just the awful icing on the awful cake. She's also the only tou-shifted character here, if I'm not mistaken, so she'll go ahead and leap right into the action - she closes to melee and tries to smack 'im. Melee Attack Roll vs. Meta-Grue, DC19 (Strike; Power Attack -5/+5, Charge +2) (1d20 + 11 - 5 + 2=13) Swing and a miss! I'll let that stand, for now; she may end up needing that Ultimate Toughness. She'll be interposing for Foreshadow, for the time being. Wraith is at -2 Defense until the start of her next turn.
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By the end of Bombardier and Wendy Go's conversation Tiamat was rather unabashedly eavesdropping, one crimson eye sizing the young woman up as they walked. She slowed her pace a bit to fall closer in line with the girl, waiting for Gaian Knight's attention to be elsewhere before opening her mouth to say-- Gaian Knight took off toward the arch on Canadian Shield's heels, Tiamat not far behind (and muttering something that was not in English but was quite clearly impolite). "I suppose I should have been paying more attention to possible signs of problems and less attention to the scenery," he admitted, one hand on his sword to keep it steady as they dashed toward the city. "So much for slow to violence, I suppose - either something has set the people off or this has been building a lot faster than we expected."
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"Promise I don't pay employees to say that. But yes, I do," Mara admitted matter-of-factly, with only slightest trace of embarrassment. She wrapped an arm around Ellie's waist in return, giving her girlfriend a quick bump with her hip. "If she doesn't want to get complimented so much, needs to be less great. If possible. Ability to be less great unobserved by science - theoretical only." "Ah, love," Josephine sighed - a bit dramatically, really, but with some genuine motherly approval. She'd been hoping Willow's helpful suggestions might leave her with a chance to speak to Gina, but surely there would be time for that later.... "They are adorable, no? Alas, I am unlikely to see grandchildren, but I suppose one makes do. And I can always admire the children of others," she added brightly, smiling at Eden. "Little Mara was very shy, too, when she was so young - a crowd can be overwhelming when you are small."
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Dragonfly watched the video impassively, at least at the start; her attention span was more than capable of keeping an eye on their surroundings and the video at once right up until the point where Katastrof mentioned lacing brains to 'increase performance' - then her stance went from guarded to something a lot more complex and heavily laced with anger, armor flexing like a threatened (or threatening) insect. When he started experimenting on his own mind there was a sharp metallic sound as she, without turning away from the video, nearly put her fist through the wall next to her. "....we are going to find him," the armored heroine noted in a calm and flat voice completely at odds with her body language. She pulled her hand away from the wall and flexed it, bits of concrete dust trickling down from where her still-active force field had eaten a shallow dent into its surface. "And if his idiocy hasn't killed him, may have to kill him ourselves. On principle."
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Initiative Roll (1d20 + 7=23) From chat: Yeaaaah, gonna cash in on that. Grue on top of everything else that offends her in this situation cannot possibly end well.
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"Gaian Knight," the long-coated hero replied, cheerfully shaking the offered hand. "I wouldn't wait too long, though; no bounty's endless, and good as that smells I bet it'll disappear sooner rather than later. Especially if I know some folks' appetites as well as I think I do." Tiamat turned back up as if on cue, carrying a plate heaped dangerously high with what appeared to be nothing but meat and desserts. "We gotta do this more often. Haven't seen a spread like this since that portal-to-the-great-hall thing, and even they didn't have brownies." Gaian Knight chuckled, stealing a cookie off her plate (and chuckling again at her drumstick-muffled protest that she hadn't meant he should try something from her cache of Christmas edibles. "Ulysses, Tiamat. Tiamat, Ulysses. And apparently the situation is more dire than I thought, if they let her get out of there with such a hoard! You'd better go mingle and grab some for yourself before she goes back for seconds."
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"Don't think I ever met many Greeks - gods or mortals. But I know the type," Teagan observed, chuckling. "Pretty sure that type is 'everybody'. Everyone's got a language, everyone's sure theirs is the best - us, too, but ours is the best. We have the secret, though. <We cheat, and speak all of 'em.>" She laughed, the shaking of her shoulder nearly dislodging her head-bearing arm from its rest on her chair arm; she hadn't quite had enough to drink that she couldn't catch herself before falling, though. "Hrrrm," she mused, pulling herself back upright with the wind taken out of her sails.. "As for outlets, my great beastly wisdom is....hell, I don't know." She laughed again, rolling the shoulder that'd nearly betrayed her. "Still got that problem myself most of the time."
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"A warrior has to let that #### out sometimes," Teagan bluntly pointed out, waving the beer bottle in a dismissive gesture that was perhaps not as steady as it had been a while ago. "Y'gotta have your pride, and all, sure. There'll always be people and idiots you don't want t'have see you with your pants down. Or...scales...down, I dunno, that metaphor kinda doesn't work. Whatever." She took a sip from her bottle, tipping it up by the neck rather than pulling her head back up off her hand. "Look, maybe there're warriors or monks or gods know what out there who just bottle it up all the time, but I figure it isn't healthy. I leave that to vassals and people with no senses of humor. Sometimes you've gotta be all stoic, and sometimes you've gotta relax a little, let some fire out, and party hard. Talk t'someone, join a feast, find a pair of buttocks, I dunno. Something. Or y'go crazy. Barbarians!" She thumped the table with her bottle, shaking her head. "Barbarians always got it. They had their problems, y'know, not always great folks. But you wanna lose some stress, you find a barbarian camp. They can throw a feast that'll go for days. ....or, could, I guess," she corrected, face falling a little - not truly despondent, but like someone who'd remembered that an old acquaintance had died. "Not anymore - don't think they have any left here."
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Wraith steeled herself - literally and figuratively - before stepping outside. She certainly didn't resemble the smooth, silver creature that had first shown up: her surface was a darker, matte gunmetal, and she'd fashioned her form into something like a monstrous raptor machine. A flat head with three eyes topped a thick but relatively small body, most of her mass now dominated by a pair of long, folded bird legs and a pair of menacingly over-sized 'wings' that she used to help her walk, like some avian parody of a gorilla or wyvern. All four limbs were tipped with heavy, sharp claws, and her whole body - from the flare around the top of her head to her somewhat more saurian tail - was edged and bristled with metallic feathers. She looked like some kind of bird-themed inventor's idea of a combat robot or cyborg, really, which had rather been the point. 'Tengu' looked around, eyeing the limousine. "Showtime."
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Tiamat had disappeared at the siren's call of fresh, cooked meat - the amazonian woman somehow already had a plate piled high with a variety of protein and precious little else - but Gaian Knight had never made it terribly far from the front entrance, and with the resident speedster otherwise occupied he had the uncommonly good luck to be the first to answer the knock. "Welcome!" he announced, opening the door and stepping aside to let their new arrival in. "Come on in, get out of that cold. You're in luck - the food's only just now been made ready. You should have some time to shake the snow off before it all disappears."
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Indira had leaned over to look at the map with great interest, and when Rojas put hers away the young Indian woman pulled out her own - it was merely a cheap city map, the sort you'd pick up in an airport or tourist shop, but it had a small map of the greater layout of Spain that was serviceable, if rather crude. "There are many things you can take from someone which are not food or water," she mused, pushing her sunglasses up to her forehead in order to better trace the being's reported journey. "The 'more or less' part is very curious to me. Cadiz is between Algeciras and...I am sorry, how did you say it? Seville?" she glanced up, brown eyes questioning. "But Granada and Albacete are perhaps out of the way if the goal is only to come here from Madrid, and Seville is out of the way if one is to come here from Granada. If this...'dark mass' is attempting to locate something, perhaps that something is attempting to not be found?"
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Teagan hrrrrmed, slumping to the side with her head in her hand as she took another swig of beer and slowly thought that one over. "I...think she went by Sarah, last I knew?" she supplied, though the uncertainty didn't seem to bother much; she shrugged, taking another drink. "We kinda knew where we stood, but that never made it simple, y'know? Sometimes I helped her, once in a while she helped me, sometimes we tried to kill each other. Don't really think there was ever much jealousy, though - never really wanted the same things, heheh. She always wanted the politics and power, and I'm more about punching people and setting things on fire." She shrugged again, grinning lopsidedly and gesturing with her bottle. "S'family, y'know? Even a god's gotta get that."
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"Gaian Knight," the geokinetic chuckled, shaking Solar Sentinel's offered hand. "I'm afraid I only have the long johns name to offer, though; need to keep a few secrets even in such fine company, sad to say. What fun is never getting time off if I can't stand around with goggles on my face all night?" Tiamat seemed to rather pointedly ignore Comrade Frost, instead glancing toward Vector. "The cheese...? Ahaha! Right!" The woman looked upwards for a moment, lost in her memory of the event as her grin filled with far more pointy teeth than a human mouth was supposed to have. "That cow was delicious for days. Days! Oh, for a week in that pasture...." She laughed, in surprisingly good cheer as she tucked the amulet into a pouch that hung from her belt. "I suppose we've been alright. We'd be better if Mr. Stick-in-the-Mud would let me have more fun, but otherwise...."
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Gaian Knight made his way through the front door with the embarrassed grin of a man late to the party he was supposed to help host; though he wore only his normal hero outfit, he'd apparently taken the time to make sure it was clean, repaired, and polished...or, at least, it had been, until something had put a new-looking hole the size of a quarter through the coat. Above and behind his shoulders hung a series of attractive (if, to a keen eye, far from valuable) crystals in festive red and white. "Ah - sorry," he apologized, shooting a guilty grin toward his rather busy-looking teammates. "Ran into trouble on the way over - December rolls around and I swear the ice villains come out of the woodwork. Some kind of wizard with a pack of winter...things." "Bound elementals. It was hilarious," his companion announced to no one in particular. Tiamat, too, was in her standard hero clothes, but had accessorized with a dramatically over-sized scarf, having looped the cheerful red cloth several times to still hang loose around her neck. She was holding a silver and blue medallion up to the light, grinning ear to ear as she looked it over. "She was all bluster and insults until her walking icicles were puddles; then she couldn't give up her toys fast enough. Merry Christmas to me."
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Gaian Knight/Tiamat >Getting Your Shots In (17) >Molehills (3) 17+3= 20 posts Dragonfly >The Family You Choose (1) >Stirring Up a Metallic Nest (4) 1+4= 5 posts Wraith >Aqua Regia (5) >Night Rings (2) 5+2= 7 posts Ref point to Dragonfly.
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Dragonfly tapped a finger against her leg as they walked, the soft tik-tik-tik keeping time with her thoughts for a moment as she scanned their surroundings. She almost stopped short when her visor brought up the first alert, but it wasn't until the third that the tik-tik-tik stopped and she made a noise somewhere between 'curious' and 'frustrated'. "....something's wrong," she rather helpfully supplied, breaking the silence. "Besides the obvious, I mean. With space. Something's wrong with space; keep getting signs of some kind of distortion, but it's too faint and infrequent. Can't tell what it is without being closer to the source - can only tell that it's...deeper in there, somewhere."
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"There's mortal and then there's mortal," Teagan pointed out, snorting. "Most get...what, a century, if they're lucky? I'm looking at a millennium minimum, if I don't get myself killed first." She leaned forward in her chair and grabbed a beer, using the table edge to take the cap off by way of example. "As for 'shiny things'...ahhh, I do love shiny things," she admitted, leaning back again and taking a drink. "But the problem with miners is that they think it's theirs, y'know? And I'm pretty sure it's mine, and that causes problems. Hathor'd be in a pretty good spot to bribe me, wouldn't mind staying on her good side, but otherwise I'm not sure I care. 'Sides, there's more to a good hoard than that: weapons, knowledge. Random stuff where just having it makes other people angry and jealous. Fun times."
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"Rrrrrgh, don't even talk to me about sisters," Teagan complained, though she was still chuckling as she leaned back, finished the whiskey, and put her free hand to her forehead. "Five eggs in the clutch and only one sister, and she still managed to be a royal pain in my....." She ran the hand down her face, laughing and shaking her head. "Literally, sometimes! Always sneaking off t'play some inbred royal for their crown or title or whatever, and all high and mighty about it until someone needed help when it all went wrong. And it always went wrong!" she added, throwing up her hands as if appealing to high heaven. "But 'til they need help what good do they think you are?"
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Mara made a pleased noise and snuck a quick return peck before Ellie escaped with the pies, though after following Ellie's gaze toward her mother she ducked her head and blushed. "Siempre," she assured her girlfriend, pulling a lock of hair back behind one ear. "Let me know if you want help? Sounds like kitchen might be full already. Or, um, if you need anything?" she added, turning to Min. "Anything I can do to help; don't think mom'll need anything right now." Josephine raised an eyebrow in amusement at the daughters' embarrassment before turning back to their host and Liz; her smile was practiced and gracious but seemed no less genuine or warm for it. "And you must be Gina," she said in lightly-accented English. "I would share my beauty tips, but they come with a very heavy cost, no? I think I may have as much to be jealous of you over than you have of me. And you are...Liz, perhaps?" she added, regarding the young woman with an oddly calculating gaze. "I am sorry that we have not yet before now. I have not yet found a way to show up at my daughter's business without it being terribly awkward."
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"Hah! Likewise, oh mighty lioness." Teagan grabbed the whiskey bottle and split what little remained into their two glasses, chortling. "Dragons aren't exactly known for their blessings, so I can't help you there. But we have our tricks, and I'll tell you what." Leaning heavily on the arm of her chair, she grabbed her glass off the table and held it up in a toast, flashing a lopsided grin that had entirely too many teeth. "I'll be more than happy to give you second pick of any sculpted buttocks that I find, and if my hoard ever has anything in it that could silence a god, it's all yours. Peace of mind or a piece of...buttocks, haha!"
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Indira hummed, scanning her eyes over the other patrons of their waiting spot. The sunglasses had been an impulse buy earlier that day, but she really would have to use them more often; they were fantastic for just watching people without getting awkward looks. And she did love watching people. "I did not mean to seem impatient," she apologized. "I am unused to dealing with people in...I am sorry, what is the word? Academy? Academia, yes; I simply have not spent as much time with them. I can understand how you might lose track of time when researching something you enjoy very much."
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