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needs work - adjust - rounding error? - data loss in conversion of - dodge! Only a year or so's experience fighting criminals gave her the reflexes to dodge those tentacles, as it was a few seconds later that she realized her new radio-based sense was picking up everything around her - including up above, where the tentacles had come from. She'd seen it climb up there, but without the warning of seeing everything in a sphere around her.... Still, the radar certainly seemed to be working now. Like any good scientist should (well, probably should have the first time), she gave it a good test: taking her time to adjust to the flow of information filling her visor, the heroine built a large distortion and waited until she had a solid bead on her enemy before releasing it.
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Ranged Attack Roll vs. Cthuloid (blast) (1d20 + 10=30) Hm! I'm tempted to do a free stunt, but that hasn't been working out so well lately. Let's go with the normal +5. DC30 Toughness.
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Super simple, so for once I'm not going to include a character sheet. Wraith spends her lone free pp to buy the Interpose feat. DONE BY SHAENTHEBRAIN
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Initiative roll (1d20 + 3=5) Initiative hates Wraith.
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Mara blinked, her mind taking a moment to reconcile what she'd said with the reaction she'd gotten. "Didn't mean - well, did, but - mmh." She frowned, closed her eyes for a moment, and tried again. "Very smart. Not a bad thing. Try to put it to good use - also not bad. Just sometimes wish I didn't...redesign every air conditioner I see. Or catch myself doing mental death ray schematics." "But," she countered, "wasn't meaning to complain. And shouldn't complain. Have a good life. Great girlfriend. And - thank you. Acceptance and encouragement. It means a lot." The engineer emphasized that last bit by pulling Ellie closer for a kiss; just a short one, though, with Erik nearby.
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Indira clearly noticed the unkind temperature drop, but whether or not she really felt it the way a human should was anybody's guess. Her reaction was more caution and curiosity than 'ohmigosh, cold', and she didn't move to hunch up or warm herself, even in her light clothing. The teenage alien looked on rather blankly as Corbin insisted on subtlety and then threw open the cabin door while steaming and flame-eyed. Still, she supposed she could always go 'full-bore metal' later, and she couldn't hear any fighting yet. For now she crouched, just a little, eyes filling with a solid black as she silently made her way after Corbin to the door.
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Knowledge (History) check, DC20 (untrained) (1d20 + 3=19) So close. Not sure what DCs she can hit untrained, anyway (no book!)...she's not a very good history student, it seems. EDIT: Sense Motive roll vs. ???? (1d20 + 1=21) Wraith knows all about your meaty and/or ghostly ways! All your ways.
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Mmmm, immunities.
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Come Friday I'm going to be back on to posting on the phone for a few days, maybe longer. So I'll try to hit the many-player threads, but may be scarce and difficult to reach.
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"It's...automatic," Mara supplied, frowning a bit and speaking with a tone that said she wasn't entirely satisfied with the way her brain did things without her asking. "Usually try to censor it. But mind...." She paused for a moment before continuing, gesturing like she was a touch frustrated at trying to assemble the right words. "...seizes problems. Always. Enjoy engineering, but takes a large distraction or a lot of focus to not always be designing or improving or theorizing or...." She shrugged, shaking her head; some hair fell down in front of her face and she had to pull it back again. "Probably makes me good at what I do. Annoying, though, sometimes, and probably gives people a bad impression - if I...narrate. I mean. Bad habit of designing things I would never build - bad science. Interesting in abstract, unethical in execution."
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Indira blinked, slowly, realizing too late that she'd been doing the 'unnaturally still' thing again while people pondered paths; Corbin's deep breath broke her out of her reverie by way of reminding her that she'd been forgetting to breathe. The breathing motion was habit by now, of course, but habits weren't perfect and she inwardly winced at what she knew her parents would have said if they'd been there to notice her lapse. "Bear grills?" she asked, following as the group set off, trying to distract herself from the ongoing conflict between her instincts and her sure knowledge that vines here didn't reach out to strangle passing animals. "I do admit that I prefer electronic maps, but there is something to be said for...you would say 'old school'? They are often less useful, but very reliable."
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Indira hmmmed, peering around the forest with...it wasn't caution, exactly, but there was the distinct impression that she was constantly wary of something that just wasn't happening. Every once in a while (when she wasn't facing Becky, of course) she'd blink twice in rapid succession, those brown eyes going pitch, white-less black for no more than a half a second. "Boy Scouts?" she asked, but then shook her head. "I have spent time in the...wilds, but not these. I do not think my experiences would apply as well as even your 'Boy Scouts'."
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Dragonfly swore as ink hit her helmet, casting some colorful doubts on the ancestry of the tentacled creature, the unknown builders of these halls, and the residents of this dimension at large. She didn't even bother trying to clear her lenses by hand - in theory they'd clear themselves given enough time, but she wasn't sure she had that time. She'd have to improvise. A moment's thought to run through what she had to work with and she brought up her radio system, just about turning it inside-out even as she deployed her wings. Four blades of neon blue sprouted from her back, flickering and emitting a soft hum as she made some quick, untested alterations to that system too. Not her best work ever, but it seemed to work - with her wings emitting a very select radio signal and her helmet receiving it, her vision filled with a crude radar model of the room. Not a perfect one, though, as she discovered as soon as she tried to use it to target her foe. More swearing, then, and she started making adjustments.
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Reflex Save, Fort Save vs. Tentacle Monster's Dazzle, DC20, DC20 (1d20+6=13, 1d20+6=14) Boo. Stupid low exotics. Dragonfly extra-effort stunts off her super-senses, trading in her visual-based super-senses for +Accurate radio (radar). She spends her new HP to waive the fatigue. Ranged Attack Roll vs. Tentacle Monster (blast) (1d20 + 10=14) ...yeeaaaah, guess there are still some kinks in the new sense to work out.
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Dragonfly had just enough time to mentally kick herself for relaxing too much, and then the thing was on her, tentacles everywhere. well - thankfully not everywhere - glad I switched to armor She struggled for a moment, in the hopes that the thing wasn't quite as strong as it looked, but no such luck: she was well and truly bound up in the creature's grip. Or would have been, if she hadn't been sure to add something to her suit for just such an occasion - added, in fact, before it was even a suit. One moment she was trapped in a mass of squishy tendrils, and the next space collapsed around her, a rift on the other side of the room dropping her on her feet. She'd barely landed before she unleashed a twisting, writhing attack back at the thing. probably a quip here - opportunity - 'bad touch'?
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Dragonfly isn't keen on being bound and helpless, so she teleports away (which is thankfully a task that doesn't require movement on her part). Ranged Attack Roll vs. Tentacle Monster (blast) (1d20 + 10=25) Revenge! DC25 Toughness.
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Yeah, not even going to try to counter that grapple roll - even if she had her super-strength up (which she doesn't) I'm pretty sure that's not happening.
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Supercape and Gaian Knight's civilian identities both hold jobs at FCU as professors. I'm not sure about anybody else, or mascots.
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Indira raised her eyebrows, smiling the most disarming smile she could. Or, at least, what she was pretty sure was a disarming smile. "Only technically," she reassured Becky, gesturing with a hand that had spent most of the meal folded on the table or in her lap. "We are trying to find her, and we do not know how easy she will be to find...but she is not in any sort of trouble, that we know of. We ask only because we have been asked to find her but given very little information about her, and these things seem to get...complicated, sometimes."
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....there's a Leverage RPG? Why is this a thing I did not know?
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She gave Ellie's hand a quiet squeeze back, but wasn't entirely sure what else she was comfortable saying with her brother right there, now that she was thinking about it...so she let it stand at that, and said nothing. Mara raised her eyebrows. "Mmh. Useful. And makes sense," she added, nodding. "Hard to alter an AI's morality like that, anyway. Harder than a person, maybe - fewer computer psychics, less research. Sort of an interesting problem; more an engineer than a programmer, but...." Her brain caught up with her mouth and she blinked, shaking her head. "Sorry, no. Wouldn't actually do so, obviously. Not moral. But has applications elsewhere, and is complex enough to catch my attention sometimes. Didn't mean to imply I would intentionally rewrite a personality. Would have to be...twisted to try. Bad science."
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The thing's expansion gave Dragonfly a moment's pause, but at this point she had to assume that if it had ever been friendly, it certainly wasn't now. also - probably knows the area better than I do - less blind? - can't retreat and leave it here anyway - mmh - hopefully not worse than the dragon or vampire She kept her distance, a careful eye (and her targeting and warning suite) on the creature as she pressed the attack: her left hand came up and sent a twisted shockwave into as close to the center of mass of the waving tendrils as she could manage. [bg=#555555]"Just want to go home,"[/bg] she tiredly admitted to the creature, though she was mostly talking to herself. [bg=#555555]"Long day. Want my couch, wine, Ellie. Maybe not in combination or order. But would settle, at least, for somewhere not stuck with blacksmiths and castles."[/bg]
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Ranged Attack Roll vs. Tentacle Monster (blast; Power Attack -2/+2) (1d20 + 10 - 2=13) Barely hits! DC27 Toughness.
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Indira didn't seem to eat much of anything - or drink much of anything, for that matter, politely refusing offers of food or inquiries into her appetite. The meal in general was obviously less interesting than the people partaking. The Indian girl made polite, cheerful conversation with Eve and Becky (and Corbin, when he wasn't eating; she could actually become hollow if she wanted to, and even she wasn't sure where he could possibly put all that), picking at a scarce plate that never emptied and dark curious eyes that never stopped taking in their surroundings.
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Dragonfly remembered her last encounter with this bunch all too well: she wasn't going to fall for Guy Fawkes' tricks so easily, twisting out of the paths of his weapons before they could reach her, but she doubted she could keep that up forever. She also wasn't terribly inclined to let the masked man dance those blades toward her fellow, less metal-clad companions. Much less the companion who'd spent that last encounter injured by enemies who got too close. One of her hands flexed, electricity crackling against the chaos of the weather as she grabbed at Fawkes' passing arm.
