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"A horrible person trying to kill you doesn't really excuse you from being a horrible person," Gaian Knight pointed out, though behind his goggles he cast a glance at Fleur; he'd been wondering if the things he'd heard about this guy were right, and from the look on her face they'd probably not even scratched the surface. "Clone or not, if you really do have the real deal's memories and personality then you're almost as dangerous as he is, and that's only for lack of resources. I don't think we'd believe for a second that you'd be here if it wasn't to save your own hide, so good graces will only get you so far. Our job is to keep you harmless - and, yes, safe - until wiser minds can figure out what to do with you. So, second question, as long as we're asking - how likely are we to get more of your friends showing up to take your head back to the others?"
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The sampler had been a wise suggestion; Indira might not have known what she wanted to eat, but her body was pretty sure it all smelled delicious. Still, her first try was cautious: emulating her friend and what she'd seen of other people eating, she carefully poured syrup onto her french toast, cut off a piece, and stuck it in her mouth. And then she choked a bit before remembering that she now had a food tube and a breathing tube, and they couldn't both function at the same time. Once that was resolved, though, that first bite of french toast was quickly followed by another, and then a fork-full of eggs, and then a bite of bacon (the flesh of an animal! Not one that she had killed herself, but still....), and then some hash browns, and then some more bacon, and some french toast.... And then she had to stop for a moment, looking at the others with wide-eyed appreciation. "....this is wonderful. Is it like this all the time for you?" She didn't really wait for a reply before taking a drink of water (simple but refreshing!) and diving back into her rapidly diminishing meal.
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Bigger-on-the-inside technology wasn't unheard of, but it was still rare enough that Indira had to look around appreciatively when she entered the van. It was impressively camouflaged; that was a good feature for a base. The paisley was somewhat less of a good feature. She knew from her brief time as a human that the human visual range was relatively limited; her eyes took in a lot more colors on both sides of the spectrum, which really, really was not helping the design choices inside the Wonderbus. Still, she had a lot of sympathy for Bigfoot's desire to go home, and it showed. "I understand," she insisted, trying to be heard over the music. "I hope that you have a chance to see your trees again! What are you using for fuel in your core?"
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Notice Check, DC20 (1d20 + 15=19) Jeeze, and with his bonus, too. Shameful! GK has no Disable Device.
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Tagging this so that I don't forget about it later.
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"Heh - and here I thought taking some time to relax and take a sword-fighting class would be a good way to put off the super-exciting paperwork," Tarrant joked. He'd come in not far behind John, who he'd given a curious, raised eyebrow when the professor had realized how young John was. Jeeze. What do they feed teenagers these days....? "Ah. Tarrant McLeod," he introduced himself, chuckling. "And while I'm here to learn to use a sword, I'm pretty sure that any 'clan McLeod' I ever belonged to is long gone. I also promise to not cut off any heads, so there's that."
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Wraith settled a bit as the old woman's attention was skillfully redirected, making a mental note to try to learn that kind of social skill - it could be pretty useful. She cocked her head at Gregory's little speech, trying to study in him in what little time she had: he seemed very full of show, but with a house and group of people like this it couldn't all be talk. She supposed that he was probably good-looking, if you went for that kind of thing. As soon as he was done she looked curiously up to Nick and Kimber, set on following their lead like an obedient young lizard. It might be a good time to slip away, but if there were too many assistants around....
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"Barricade - right." Gaian Knight's array of sharpened stone relaxed back into blunt little shards like a relaxing muscle that had been held tense for too long, and he took a moment to look around - a mostly reflexive gesture since he wasn't using his eyes so much as other, less common senses to look at what he had to work with. He glowed, subtly, the ground under their feet shifting almost imperceptibly as he borrowed materials from here or there; in a very wide perimeter around the group, through the trees, streams of stone were growing out of the ground. They twisted up like they were emulating Fleur's vines, linking and locking until they were a near-impenetrable wall of rock - a simple, over-sized chain link fence of solid stone. "Someone remind me to take this down later."
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"We didn't mean to offend!" Gaian Knight assured the...man?...in the black robe, putting both hands up in a placating gesture. Stesha's sudden drop in health had set him on edge, but that didn't mean he wanted to pick any fights he could avoid. Not that they could really afford to be slowed down, either.... "We're pretty sure something in here is making the world sick," he explained. "The plants are dying, and people are in trouble. We're here to see if we can stop that - peacefully, if possible."
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"Rubble's not so much a problem," Gaian Knight assured the others, settling his now fair-sized stone conveyance down not too far from the door. He carefully - gently - reached out, pulling any rubble out of their way like he was directing a pair of giant, invisible hands - though he didn't try to manipulate the door itself. "This stuff is, anyway," he admitted, putting the last of the ruined infrastructure aside and putting his hands back in his pockets to frown at the mostly-exposed door - and its exposed warning signs. A few shards of rock hovered back behind his shoulders, idly hanging in mid-air as if attracted to the geokinetic's gravity. "I don't think it's going to be so easy if anything inside has collapsed - metal's not really my area."
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Mara only made it halfway back to the bedroom, watching Yolanda just long enough to make sure she went the rest of the way on her own with the candles before taking a breath, turning in place, and quietly setting her bag of kitchen-raided goods down. Her spray was still in one hand, tool marks and a couple clearly added-on items betraying that it was no longer quite factory standard; she pulled the kitchen lighter out of her belt with the other hand and turned to face the front door. Unless they broke down a wall or shattered a window - which she wouldn't put past them - they'd have to come through the porch, the backyard, or the upper floor to get to the bedroom: she'd hear the latter two, and she'd be a nasty surprise for the first. Hopefully.
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Mara's had about as much waiting as she's gonna take, so armor or no armor she's joining this fight. Patient she is not. Mara spent kitchen time (around half a minute while there was fighting and talking) jury-rigging: Damage 6 (Extras: Area [General Cone], Flaw: Action [Full]) 6pp No design check. Craft check DC 10 (base) + 5 (jury-rig) + 2 (multitool, but no 'proper' tools) + 6 (pp cost) = 23. Skill mastery and her Craft (Mechanical) makes her rather incapable of failing that. Mara's down one hero point. Initiative Roll (1d20 + 7=11)
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Gaian Knight The Devil Shovels Coal (7) Sanctuary: Panacea (5) 7+5= 12 posts Dragonfly Interceptors: Eden (1) 1 post Wraith Enchanted Species (16) Gathering Like Clouds (2) A House is Not a Home (7) Mile in My Shoes (7) 16+2+7+7= 32 posts
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I think a cut's reasonable, as long as KD doesn't have anything he wants to get in there - GK basically set up for taking them back, and Fleur's question at the end of the last post just cements it.
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"....ah." Gaian Knight didn't move much, other than bringing his rock down a bit, but a collection of stones that had been hovering up around his shoulders sharpened out into daggers and spread into a dangerous-looking array of tensed lithic missiles. "No offense," he assured Shadivan, feeling a little awkward about threatening someone they'd just saved...and more than a little edgy about the sudden reveal. "Given your reputation, an Omegadrone attack and some 'I come in peace' probably doesn't really cut it, you know?"
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Gaian Knight frowned as he and Fleur were brought up to speed, but the explanation was...just barely enough. He still wasn't sure what to make of the situation, but the Captain seemed to genuinely care about Penny, and if the girl only had to be in the area, and wouldn't suffer herself...it was good enough. For now, at least. "No preparations here," he responded, pulling a small, smooth, nondescript stone out of one pocket and distractedly fiddling with it. "I'll probably have to expand our - ah, my - ride again, but that shouldn't take long at all."
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Gaian Knight took the air almost immediately, the ground under his feet opening up in mid-stride to produce a solid, earthen platform to raise him up to a better vantage point. He grimly pulled his goggles down over his eyes as he sized up the small drone swarm. Sorry, all. He raised an arm and swept it toward the Terminus minions, fingers spread; a hundred jagged stones launched out of the solid earth to sweep past friendly targets and toward the significantly less friendly ones, like a cloud of arrows from an unseen army. From what I hear, you'd thank us for this, if you could.
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GK'll go ahead and area attack, 'cos why not. He'll also take to the air, though he's sticking closer to Bowman and Fleur for now. Pulled from GK's sheet, to spare some looking up of things: Blast 11 (1,100ft Max Range; Extras: Area [General, Shapeable], Feats: Indirect 2, Progression [Area] 2 [55 5ft cubes], Variable Descriptor [bludgeoning, Piercing, Slashing]) [38PP]
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Initiative Roll (1d20 + 0=14) Surprisingly good for Mr. Moves-Like-A-Rock.
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Tarrant glanced up from where he was crouching; as soon as they'd pulled up the map he'd dropped his bag, opened it up, and started pulling off his tie and vest. "It'd be an awfully bad first day if we didn't," he chuckled, dropping the discarded items onto the floor next to his foot as he pulled out a familiar-looking sword and a collapsed piece of metal that was probably his breastplate. "I'm not just going to stick around here and cool my heels because I haven't gotten a communicator and a badge yet."
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Indira couldn't help but smile; her roommate's cheer was infectious, and - as a small but important mercy - the more time she spent in her new human body the easier it was to ignore the awful, moving, pulsing meatiness of it. If nothing else, it was novel - she felt half-blind and her sense of smell seemed less sharp somehow, but actually being human after so long was fairly interesting. And sharp or not, the moment her nose picked up the smells of the diner her whole body perked up, the scents setting off goodness knows what human chain reactions in what she had to assume was her digestive system. She was...hungry? "I...do not know what I want to eat," she admitted, glancing at the others after drifting off for a second to re-direct their searching teammates. "What is good?"
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Mara kept outwardly calm as she and her young companion raided the kitchen for anything they could use to make light, but inside her mind was buzzing, taking rapid stock of what she had to work with, creating and discarding idea after idea. There was just no power, and not really enough time to make anything properly steam- or mechanically-powered. She'd just have to go a bit more primitive, then. While Yolanda gathered candles Mara quietly gathered some supplies of her own, and by the time they were ready to head back she had a small selection of items in a small trash bag held in one hand, a can of cooking spray in the other, and a small kitchen lighter in her belt. "Okay," she announced, trying to look as nonchalant as possible with her bag of unfortunate toys, "let's go help Ellie. And if anything bad happens, stay with her and her mom. They'll keep you safe. Promise."
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"Nah, it's fine," Tarrant replied, looking around with avid interest as they went. "There's something to be said for the quiet, off-hours tour - it lets you get a good appreciation for the place. As for things to see...ah. Well." "If we're ever headed back down that way - now or later - I guess I wouldn't mind seeing what I'm guessing is a fancy geothermal tap." He grimaced a little, sounding a touch embarrassed. "I don't want to sound like I went poking around, or anything - it was just kinda hard to miss when I got near enough. I always kept my distance, but it'd be nice to see up close."
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Indira hummed to herself a bit, circling around to the Winnebago's front and debating whether or not she could slip into the vehicle without being seen by anyone who might be passing by. "It would not be what I was expecting," she agreed, frowning. "Is a magic school bus a true thing? There does not seem to be much magic here, only dirt, and time." She poked a window as she spoke, and immediately wished she'd brought real clothing along to wipe her hand off on. "Though it is perhaps a credit to the vehicle's creators that it has lasted this long. Perhaps we should check for underground structures?"
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Wraith hissed warningly, lifting her wings a bit to make herself look bigger and maneuvering her reptilian form to be just out of the woman's reach. She was careful to not be overtly threatening, of course - that would hardly do for a party! - but she at least tried to make it clear that her scaled silver hide was for looking, not for touching. If the majority of the people in the room were mages of some sort, she was fairly certain she didn't want any of them laying a hand on her....
