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Slightly delayed by the holidays, here we go: Aoiroo Catalyst - 14 posts = 1pp Changeling - 0 posts Philothrian - 0 posts Silhoutte - 1 post = 1pp Arichamus El Heraldo - 3 posts = 1pp King of Suits - 2 posts = 1pp Osprey - 7 posts = 1pp Red Moon - 0 posts + 6 (GM) = 6 posts = 1pp Wave-Eye - 1 post = 1pp GM - 6 posts Blue Rose IS NOW A BRONZE PLAYER! Kit - 11 posts = 1pp Darksider42 Riff - 1 post = 1pp Ecalsnerg Equinox - 1 post = 1pp Geckoman - 0 posts = 0pp + 1 (ref) = 1pp Fox Gaian Knight - 4 posts = 1pp Dragonfly - 0 posts = 0pp + 1 (ref point) = 1pp Wraith - 0 posts = 0pp Gizmo Jack of all Blades - 2 posts = 1pp Midnight II - 0 posts Wail - 3 posts = 1pp Ghost Girl - 0 posts Set - 1 post = 1pp + 1 (ref) = 2pp GM - 5 posts GranspearZX Arcturus - 1 post = 1pp Crusader - 1 post + 1 (GM) = 2 posts = 2pp GM - 1 post HG Morrison IS NOW A SILVER PLAYER! Foreshadow - 1 post = 1pp Glamazon - 1 post = 1pp ImpliedSpider Starchaser - 3 posts = 1pp JackgarPrime Victory - 1 post = 1pp KnightDisciple Cobalt Templar - 6 posts + 9 (Gabriel rollover) = 15 posts = 2pp Gabriel - 9 posts = 1pp Fenris - 1 post = 1pp Raveled Ironclad - 1 post = 1pp Blue Jay - 8 posts = 1pp Scuffles Glow - 5 posts = 1pp Sorus Blue Fox 1 post = 1pp + 1 (ref) = 2pp Willow 0 posts = 0pp + 2 (Blue Fox rollover) = 2pp Sticklefront Havoc 8 posts = 1pp Supercape Supercape - 0 posts + 54 (GM) = 54 posts = 4pp + 1 (ref) = 5pp Lord Steam - 0 posts + 15 (15/54 Supercape) + 10 (Rene) = 25 posts = 3pp Rene - 10 posts = 1pp Bloody Mess - 12 posts + 26 (26/54 Supercape) = 38 posts = 3pp Pitch - 37 posts + 13 (13/54 Supercape) = 50pp = 4pp + 1 (ref rollover) = 5pp GM - 54 posts TheAbsurdist IS NOW A BRONZE PLAYER! Asad - 1 post + 23 (GM) = 24 posts = 2pp Errant - 3 posts = 1pp GM - 23 posts Thevshi Velocity - 13 posts + 12 (12/25 GM) = 25 posts = 3pp Tsunami - 1 post = 1pp Synapse - 12 posts + 3 (3/15 GM) = 15 posts = 2pp GM - 15 posts Thunder King Crimson Tiger - 15 posts + 13 (GM) = 28 posts = 3pp Solar Sentinel - 4 posts = 1pp GM - 13 posts TiffanyKorta Blodeuwedd - 1 post = 1pp Revenant - 6 posts = 1pp Young Britannia - 12 posts = 1pp trollthumper Nick Cimitiere - 3 posts = 1pp Cannonade - 1 post = 1pp Temperance - 1 post = 1pp Cavalier - 0 posts + 1 (ref) = 1pp GM - 2 posts Vahnyu Hronos - 11 posts + 15 (ref) = 26 posts = 3pp, and can now be up to PL11! Net Fly - 4 posts = 1pp GM - 15 posts
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Teagan's face twisted up into a mixture of surprise and amusement. "Th---ssnnk haHAAHAHAhaHAA!" The force of throwing her head back laughing almost knocked her chair over, leaving her - still shaking with laughter - with an undignified scramble to catch the edge of the table with one hand and remain upright. "Ahah! Hmmhmm...ha, no. We'd kill each other!" she announced, settling back into her seat. "I mean that. I respect him, whatever, but any sorta actual relationship would end in blood and a ruined city block. Two!" She held up a pair of fingers for emphasis, still laughing. "Two city blocks." She snickered, eyeing what was left in the whiskey bottle but leaving it where it sat. "I dunno, maybe at some point we'll both be stressed enough to need to work off some steam, but it'd never go anywhere in a million years. He's too nice for his own good."
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Teagan snorted, pouring Sekhmet a full glass. "Well, at least that's something. Got to enjoy it while you had it, heh." She went to refill her own only-mostly-empty glass before noticing that the bottle had run dangerously low; that earned the whiskey a suspicious, squinted red eye for a moment before the redhead shrugged and tossed back what she had left. "Hahh. Never did have much luck there. A fling now and again, but I don't like being tied down and...well." Slumping back in her chair a bit, Teagan held up her glass and eyed the liquor still clinging to its sides. "Dragons are kind of jerks, and humans are mayflies. Both of 'em are good for a romp, but nothing lasts, y'know. A thousand years of sculpted buttock doesn't sound half bad once in a while."
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"It is obscene," Wraith noted. She'd neither flinched nor turned away at crunching bone and sword thrust, but every second of the video appeared to make her angrier and more offended. "They are not equipped to fight such a creature, and it is given no freedom or dignity. In the wild, perhaps, or if it presented a real danger, but this is...I do not have words for this. I look forward to helping shut it down." That at least brought her attention back to her arm, which she'd been spending the last half-hour shaping and re-shaping into something akin to a long, muscled wing of steel feathers and thick talons - no good for flight, of course, but hopefully intimidating. "A good disguise will be a challenge. I could pass for a robot, perhaps, or someone affected by...what is the word? Nanites?"
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"This is very nice, for a company car." "Mostly for impressing 'important' people," Mara dryly admitted, turning the rather nice vehicle onto the Espadas' road. It was new, at least, if not strictly top-of-the-line. "The car, I mean. Makes some egotistical people from client companies feel better if HAX representatives show up in car that is nice, but not nicer than their own. Or so I am told. Seems to work." Josephine Janvier stifled a laugh behind one hand at the young woman's bluntness. "Yes, well, I suppose it would, no? And you wish to impress your girlfriend's family too?" Mara was quiet as she parked, biting her lip for a moment and keeping a hand on the wheel even after the engine had died. "I...want you to impress her family," she said. "It's...important. Somehow." "Well, then," came the reply, but not from inside the car - Josephine opened the driver-side door and offered her daughter a hand. If Mara hadn't helped save her life herself, she'd have thought the woman was a ghost sometimes. "I shall have to do my utmost to charm them all. I have not had to win over a police officer in what feels like years," she added, a twinkle in her eye that Mara wasn't entirely sure she liked as they rung the doorbell. "It will be like old times."
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"I am always happy to help," Indira replied from behind a rather large pair of sunglasses. "It is not often that I get to travel; I am always curious to see new and different cultures." Of course, she wasn't actually supposed to travel, but she was keen to gloss over that fact. She was pretty sure that if her parents or their Lor witness protection agent knew she was out of the city - much, much less the country! - they'd blow their tops. But what they didn't know couldn't hurt them, right? "Is your friend usually late? I suspect that for a matter of such importance, I would make very sure to be on time."
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Teagan made a grumbling noise, throwing back what was left in her glass (with poorly-disguised difficulty, though she at last knew that the burn was coming) and pouring a new one while she frowned. "....he's too nice," she attempted, clearly aware that it didn't sound like much of a complaint. Her accent was slipping, too - in as much as she was very slowly slipping into something that sounded very lightly British. "He's like the anti-'liesmith'. He isn't perfect or whatever, but he can be so incredibly boring. He never really wants to just have fun." She gestured with a glass, exasperated. "Even his hobbies are boring. He sculpts. He can mold rock with his mind and he still sits there, for hours, and moves clay around with his bare hands. And, whatever, I like art and all, but sometimes I want to just go fly around or pick a fight or capture a princess or something and I can't, because this stupid world is full of demi-gods and you can't get away with ####."
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"It is a well-disguised location," Wraith agreed, limbless body extending down from one of the ceiling beams like an over-sized drop of water that refused to fall. Her eyes turned to look around their new, short-term training space - literally turned, the sharp-eyed might notice; rather than move her body, the creature's three almond-shaped black voids appeared to simply slide around the outside of her surface to take in all the sights. Those eyes blinked as they caught sight of the decidedly non-standard foodstuffs available in the kitchen. She finally let go of the beam, body pulling back together into a vague but humanoid shape as she walked over to pick one up and inspect it. "The Raven has done a great deal of research. I am not entirely certain whether to thank her or be concerned, but at least I do not have to worry if I become hurt while training. That will make things easier."
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"A river of beer doesn't sound so bad, really," Teagan pondered, briefly imagining would it would be like to laze on a sunny bank next to such a feature. "The blood thing is weird, but mortal stories just get stranger with time. I don't wanna see you drunk for some stupid folktale, I wanna see you drunk 'cos I think it might be funny." She shrugged, pouring herself a fresh glass of whisky and gesturing with the bottle. "See, I figure either you'll be funny, or you'll freak out some mortals and they'll be funny, or I'll eventually get drunk enough that anything's funny. I win regardless, and we both probably let off some stress. Cheers."
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Dragonfly stunts Teleport 5 (+Accurate, +Affects Others, +Area, -Action (Full Round)) off her main spatial control array; I'm assuming 500' is enough to get them past the door and associated airlock/checkpoint. If not, let me know and I'll revise the stunt. Dragonfly eats a hero point to keep her suit from gaining fatigue.
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"'Wave of shiny metal' sounds like possible nanite growth," Dragonfly pointed out as they flew, her four humming wings occasionally twitching or adjusting to keep her steady. "Added danger; we're a little metal-heavy if drones are stripping raw materials out of everything. Probably best to not touch anything in covered areas, just in case." Wings flickering and disappearing as they touched down, she cocked her head at their barred entryway, pulling up the maps and schematics of the area in her mind's eye; something deep in her gauntlets spun to life, sending a glowing hum up the seams and lines of her armor as space around the trio distorted. "Not a bad door," she admitted, the world around them - in ways the human eye wasn't really built to perceive - bending in on itself like a collapsing sphere and expanding back out to leave them standing just inside the facility. "Depends heavily on 'outside' and 'inside' being two different places, though."
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Teagan was unable to refill Sekhmet's glass immediately, being far too busy laughing and nearly sending her own more moderate mouthful shooting up her nose. She held up a placating hand as she got herself back under control, pouring the goddess a new glass while grinning ear to ear. "It's good, right?" she asked, laughing again as she set the bottle back down and took another drink. "I did that my first time, too. Hadn't had a burn like that since I was young and ate my own fire. You can get a pretty good buzz off it, too, after a while - well, I can, anyway. Dunno what it'll do to you; looking forward to finding out. I don't think I've seen a drunk god, might be fun."
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Approved!
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Combat Looks like the pp summary on the Combat line is incorrect - 12 + 12 = 24, not 28. I may be missing something, but I calculate his max Grapple as 8 (attack bonus) + 12 (str bonus) + 6 (super-str ranks) = +26, not +28. Powers Wall-Crawling 2 and Sure-Footed 1 would require Super-Movement 3, not Super-Movement 2, though your pp cost is correct. Protection 2 is missing its pp cost. Powers in general should be alphabetically listed. That being said, these are all pretty superficial, and the math itself works out. I've made the edits for you, and with those, I say this awesome character is... APPROVED
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Alright; this sheet was a whole mess of weird and broken formatting - usually happens when people paste text out of something like Word into the fancy forum post editor instead of the raw bbcode version (you can click the little n-ish symbol in the top left of the text box to change modes). I've cleaned it up a bit, and fixed a couple typos. On to the math! Combat Density does not provide an attack modifier. Unless I'm missing something, Dense and Normal attacks should have the same bonus. Grapple bonuses seem off a bit for the Growth and Dense parts - I calculate (Melee +4 + Str +10 + Super-Str 0 + 4x Size Categories 2 =) +22 for Growth and (Melee +6 + Str +10 + Super-Strength +2 + 4x Size Catgories 0 =) +18 for Dense. I could just be missing something here, though, and please let me know if there's something I've overlooked - grapple's one of those weird bonuses that pulls modifiers in from everywhere. Grown defense flat-footed bonus comes out to +2, by my math, rather than +1 - +6 Base -2 is +4 Base. Powers Mind Reading normally costs 1pp/rank; as it's normally perception-range, dropping it down to Touch range would be Flaw: Range 2 [Touch]. This would make the power 3 ranks/1pp; for 4pp you'd get 12 ranks, not 10. Mother Unit Saving Throws Not that one expects it to come up, but with a Dex of -, Mother Unit has a Reflex save of -, not +0 - she will auto-fail all reflex saves. Birthing Unit Powers For the sake of clarity, please note Concealment as normal hearing, rather than hearing in general (which would be slightly more expensive).
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"Hmm. I will have to look up pictures of birds," Wraith noted, one of her hands briefly rippling into an approximation of a bird's talons. "I shall meet you all at the warehouse once I have done so; I thank you for the offer, but I believe I can make my way faster across the rooftops and alleys on foot." She bowed, body dissolving back into something quadrupedal and built low to the ground, disappearing back over the edge of the building the way she's come. It wouldn't be the first time she'd infiltrated a shady gathering in disguise, but it would be an interesting challenge to do so while retaining as many of her unique abilities as possible. Birds probably weren't known for their shapeshifting, but with a little research she was sure she could come up with something....
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"All the best virtues are vices," Teagan opined, grinning lopsidedly as she slid a couple of short glasses out of her bottle collection. "Or maybe that was the other way around. It sounded a lot more profound out of a dying philosopher." Each glass got a generous portion of whiskey - perhaps far more than would have been necessary for a first taste under normal circumstances, but normal circumstances were for normal people and there was nobody matching that description at the table. "Pretty sure we're supposed to make some kind of toast at this point," she noted, picking up her glass, "but #### it. Drink up."
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Tiamat made a pleased-sounding (and suspiciously rumbling) noise in the back of her throat at the heat of their new surroundings, but Gaian Knight lacked her fiery fortitude; after sealing off the already-closing tunnel with the remains of his platform, the geokinetic hero pulled off his coat and folded it over one arm. "I don't imagine bursting into someone's bedroom would make a very good impression, no," he chuckled in agreement, following after Shield. "I imagine we want to be a little more 'foreign diplomat' and a little less 'alien home invaders'. Besides, a good walk never hurt anybody."
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Wraith bristled - literally, a series of spikes rippling up her torso in a fairly universal display of restrained aggression. "That is not a hunt," she insisted, features twisting into a scowl...or, at least, as much as they could without a mouth. "That is a prolonged execution. I do not mean to say that children dying from zoom and crystal meth is not worse," she quickly amended, glancing around at the others, "but it is...what is the phrase? Adding insult to injury?" She shook her head, flexing a three-clawed hand that gleamed in the night's light. "I would be happy to help however I am needed."
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"Hah! 'Start'. That's the spirit. And for the record, I make no promises of repugnance." Teagan rattled a quick order off to the bartender, who looked somewhat dubious until she dug some money out of her wallet and - with emphasis - thumped it onto the counter under two fingers. The tattooed woman on the other side of the bar counter was apparently not paid to care how much a pair of strange women were intending to drink as long as they had the money to back it up, and Teagan quickly had a few bottles and a couple glasses to carry off toward a table. "Alright, so," she started, swinging a leg over her chair and pointing at the bottles in turn, "Beer. Pretty normal, but I like it bitter. Whiskey. Much stronger, burns a bit on the way down, it's great. And wine, which I'm pretty sure you know about already; everybody had some kind of wine, near as I could tell. Take your pick, goddess."
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"'Bartender'," Teagan supplied, leading Sekhmet toward the bar. "Tends the bar. Modern bars are one of the few things mortals got right; the atmosphere sucks but the drink selection in a good one can't be beat. A bunch of kinds of beer, wine, whiskey, whatever. Not some of the classics," she amended, wistfully thinking about real, good mead, the old-fashioned sort. Maybe she could just learn to make it. "But they made or found some new stuff to make up for it." She gave Sekhmet a moment to take in the atmosphere - such as it was - and look over the bottles and signs around the bar before flagging down the bartender. "Me, I'm thinking whiskey and bitter beer."
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"Dangerous plan," Dragonfly noted, turning her head to regard 'Caradoc'. "Don't doubt you could distract it, but currently seems...passive. Active inside, probably, need to stop that. But not aggressive. Swarm metaphor...'hour of destruction' option is kicking the ant nest." She signed, frowning at the mountain and, in the back of her head, devoting some of her multi-threaded mind to the task of designing something that could see through distant, massive objects. "Still. May or may not have better options. Can't interface with anything at this range...if Americana can't get much, may have to go in anyway."
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Not that she'd considered it realistic, but some part of Wraith had been hoping that there would be a decent population of the asylum's patients on the grounds; she'd found that they made excellent stealth practice. They had human-level senses but often didn't act like humans normally did, which made them difficult to predict and fantastic for keeping her on her toes...whether or not she actually happened to have toes at the time. Even then, she almost would have preferred if the security hadn't had such large holes - as it was it didn't take her long to snake between the spotlights and poke her three-eyed, silver head over the edge of the roof like some kind of over-sized metal gecko. "I apologize if I'm late," she hummed, clawed body flipping up into a handstand as forearms turned into more humanoid legs and an entirely new head grew out of what used to be a tail. "I was unable to set out as early as I would have liked."
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The bouncer's bemused frown got deeper and deeper with every 'hark' and 'thy' and 'thee', and as he stood there listening to Sekhmet's protests one could almost hear the gears ticking in his mind as he weighed "possibly crazy" against "paying customers". To his credit, he was at least able to keep the lioness' gaze until she'd finished. "....right. Does your friend have id?" "No," answered Teagan, though she held up her wallet with a look of great impatience. "I have money." "........fine," he finally conceded, with the voice of a man who'd given up on his day. "Don't be causing any trouble, now, and if the cops get you, I never saw you." Teagan's muttered gratitude was only vaguely sincere as she half-pushed her way into the bar, tucking the wallet back into her new jacket. "Well, you worked that out," she admitted. "I was tempted to try to throw him through the door."
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"Pretty sure that doesn't count as 'mortal guise'," Teagan pointed out though her tone wasn't critical - in fact, she seemed downright sympathetic as she stepped into the building with her had over her shoulder. "It might not be as fun s setting them on fire, but devouring homesteads seems like a better--" Both her sentence and her progress toward drink got stopped short by a pointed cough from just inside the door: just past their entryway stood a man whose tall, solid frame probably would have been a great deal more impressive when not stacked up against a combined twelve feet of muscled warrior. "IDs," he commanded, trying to look a bit larger. Teagan snorted. "<Guess they got a guard - that's new. Wonder if he thinks you're too young?>"
