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That certainly got the blob's attention. The whole thing turned around, or redistributed itself, or...something; it reared up on its own bulk, stretching itself to Supercape's level and facelessly regarding him with strange curiosity. Another tendril came out, to poke at him this time, like it was trying to work out what he was. Down on the ground it was still taking in objects, secondary bits of its mass just bulging out to grab anything nearby: a bush, a large rock, some smaller rocks, a laptop, and the fraternity-looking college student who ran up yelling to try to get his laptop back.
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The engineer snorted, shaking her head. "Probably didn't consider it an unquestioned miracle. Good cause, though. Helping people, I mean. Directly. If sneaking is required, so be it." She frowned as a thought occurred, glancing off into space. "Not sure if getting caught would be worse because it blows cover, or because they might...heap expectations. Or treat you differently. Sounds...unpleasant, either way."
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Mara squeezed the hand, sipping from her soda as she listened. "Good to keep learning. Imagine a lot of classes are just...boring. Sounds like torture. Ought to be illegal...mmh." She shook her head, frowning. "Have been doing some learning myself, lately. Picking my own subject and material is certainly an advantage." She raised an eyebrow. "Risky. Interesting story? Seems like your powers would be useful, at a hospital...what happened?"
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"Mmh." Mara tilted her head, thinking. "Meant to imply you were crazy - found strange things exciting. Will try to phrase things better in the future. Don't want to spoil the fun," she added, completely sincere. She picked up her bottle, tilting it at her. "Only crazy enough to be interesting, anyway. Speaking of. What have you been...mmh. Phrase. Up to? Am curious. Can't all be pixie dinners and roof-jumping."
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The blob paused, shuffling this way and that as it seemed to look around, eyeless, for more things to eat. Up until this point it had ignored Supercape almost completely, but now it seemed to take notice, shapeless bits of itself orienting toward him with something almost like curiosity. One long tendril grew out of the thing and flicked toward the hero - carefully, half-heartedly, like you'd smack at an insect when you'd never seen that breed before and didn't know if it bit.
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Notice - the creature doesn't appear to be acidic, as such. That is, things that it eats or absorbs do dissolve, but only when they near the center of the blob; things only touched or ground traveled on is unharmed. Or, at least, as unharmed as ground gets when something huge slides around over it. Physical Sciences - It's really big, and really dense, and radioactive. Combined with your notice check, above, Supercape may note that the rock way down in its core doesn't dissolve (when it probably should, since you know what it's made of, and it's not any more resilient than that steel post it just nommed). Given what it's eating and what it seems to be made out of, it's probably breaking its truly omnivorous diet down into base elements, and then building more of itself from those. Life Sciences/Behavioral Sciences - It's not stupid. It doesn't necessarily show signs of sentience or the like, but it shows some basic problem-solving and relative caution when it encounters a new material or strangely-shaped object. No attack roll or save for the poke - it's not really intent on hitting him, just brushing him away, and Supercape would practically have to want to be hit to not dodge.
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No, you're right. It's really something I should take care of, and has gotten bumped up the pp-priority queue a bit (powersuit! Always delays!). But I have an inkling to how Dragonfly could compensate for her poor skills without changing the character too much....
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She nodded, frowning. "Makes sense. Context is important. Will remain satisfied I missed it. Claremont, though...mmh." She tilted her head, looking curiously at Ellie. "Met a student from there - Etain Maher. School for the freaky...mmh. Illusionists, tentacle-faced magic-users, people who find obsessive engineers attractive. Makes sense," she noted, raising an eyebrow. "But you seem to not dislike it so much. Good enough for me."
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Mara blushed, but her hands held back. She was suddenly, keenly aware of just how quiet and private her warehouse really was; the nature of the building zone and her own discouragement of local crime meant that there probably wasn't another soul for a couple blocks in any given direction, much less anyone who'd stop by one warehouse out of a score or more just like it. Her blush got a little deeper, and she tried to clear her thoughts when she realized she'd been silently holding Ellie's hands for a fair bit. "Mmh. So. What's - what's school like, anyway?"
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"An address. And 'Ellie'," Mara repeated, turning the card over in her hand. She tilted her head, pondering it in silence for a moment, memorizing every detail before she gingerly set it to the side like it was going to evaporate on her. Then it was her turn to pounce, darting up to lean over the counter and pull Jill - Ellie - into a sudden kiss, holding for a few seconds before sitting back again, afraid she couldn't maintain the awkward lunge without knocking a bottle over. She bit her lip, but looked...happy. "Ellie. It's pretty - suits you. And...thank you."
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Mara blinked, tilting her head. "'Plotz'...? Pixie....that's...probably makes sense in context. Or was literal. Magic...mmh. But I...yes, okay." She ducked her head a little, but nodded, thinking about that. "Sounds...nice. And very social. But...might be good to meet your friends? Teammates. If you think that's okay." There had been a question in there somewhere, but she'd almost forgotten.... ah - yes "Yes. Motorcycle," she belatedly replied, gesturing back toward the garage a bit and a covered vehicle parked a decent distance away from the testing area. "Good machine. Mostly stock...keep it in very good shape, but don't have the driving skill to justify combat or utility upgrades. Prefer to keep it street-legal, anyway. Drive it out of costume a fair bit."
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"Does sound better than takeout," Mara noted, sipping from her bottle. "Or coal. Not much of that out here, anyway. Takeout, I mean, not coal. Bad neighborhood. Hard to convince people to deliver to the middle of a warehouse district. Nearest good restaurant is a short motorcycle ride away, anyway - probably why I learned to cook in the first-- what?" She blinked, turning to look at Jill. "Drop by for...family dinner?"
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Yeah, I'd give you the HP if you were inconvenienced somehow, but it didn't even really pay attention (poor Supercape - blobs aren't the best audience). As IC says, the thing's giving off radiation (far more noticeable, now, on a rhythm like breathing or the tide), but none of it's harmful in any way. So far.
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If the thing noticed it was being yelled at, it didn't show; the blob didn't even look in Supercape's direction (in as much as it was capable of looking at anything) but rather spent its time absorbing two trees, a lamp post, several bushes, and a stroller (which was clearly empty, thankfully - the mother had long since grabbed her baby and ran). Everything it ate it dissolved, and everything it dissolved added to its rapidly-growing bulk as it trundled along. By now it had also started to glow, softly, though it didn't seem to be giving off any radiation that was harmful, per se.
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"Mmh," she confirmed, shrugging. "Not a 5-star chef, but do okay. Don't always have the time or energy to go out to eat. Usually keep it simple, but sometimes fancy is nice...has its advantages. Roof view isn't bad, if weather allows. Warm meal up there is welcome, sometimes." Mara raised an eyebrow at her companion, tilting her head. "You? Cook, I mean. Assuming you don't have a warehouse to eat on top of."
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It's pretty much ignoring you, so you can get a surprise round if you want one, or do anything you like that you think might not attract attention (it has no eyes you can see, so who knows where it's 'looking', though). Feel free to act without GK, as he'll be along shortly (stupid breastplate!).
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The blob, it seems, had been busy. There was a widening trail of destruction leading away from the window into the more wide-open commons of the campus, and the reason for that was awfully clear when Supercape caught up: the blob had grown. 'Grown', really, was something of an understatement - it was now at least a story tall, and expanding, the little rock it used to live in now nearly lost inside the translucent green muck that made up its body; the many, many objects it seemed to have eaten, rapidly dissolving once they got close to its core, didn't help things (and probably explained where it had gotten all that mass). No people could be seen in its...stomach, however, and for the moment it seemed content to slide and rampage around, rolling over small trees and benches to pick them up and add it to its disintegrating collection.
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Hm. Did some poking on atomic think tank, and you're right - I've been thinking it applies more broadly. Word of god says that Fearless only protects against being inflicted with fear effects - so it'd save her from Fearsome Presence, but not Startle. Interesting. Aaand extremely unfortunate, because that means it's much easier to make Dragonfly flat-footed than it should be, seeing as she's defense-shifted. I'm going to have to ponder that one.
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Dragonfly glanced over at people stealing Gossamer's dinner, and frowned but didn't comment - from what she'd seen at the concert auditions so long ago the chemist could certainly take care of herself if she wanted to. Instead she went back to looking up at the ceiling, and shook her head. "Not me. Probably ate half the buffet table. Delicious, no regrets. But full now. Very full, and tired."
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Mara just made a grumbling sound, looking a little sulky. "Everyone thinks I don't eat. Just...forget meals. Sometimes. Yes, food - fridge is stocked. Cupboards, too. Not much...mmh, fancy. But reasonable food. Don't always have the time to cook." She sipped from her soda, glancing around the kitchen and running through her memory of what she had stocked. "Why? Hungry?"
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"Mmh. Yes. You are," Mara agreed, wrapping her arms back around Jill's waist and sidling up close. "But more...." She pondered that, looking serious, before arching up to meet Jill's lips...and then turning to the side at the last moment, exploiting her smaller height to plant a soft kiss on the front of the healer's neck, then carefully unwrapping herself and casually strolling back toward the kitchen. "Don't know!" she thoughtfully replied, over her shoulder to keep her blush hidden. "Will have to think of something."
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Mara blinked up in surprise, taken completely off-guard by the pounce and subsequent position. Though she wasn't about to complain.... "You are very strange," she noted, wrapping her arms up around Jill's waist. "Should remember to show you the power generator I've been tweaking for a year. Might get more than a tackle out of it."
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"Not supposed to be sharp," Mara grumped, setting the bit of wood down. "Wings are immaterial until they go...crazy." She sighed, and shrugged. "Mostly just stubborn. Can see it working in my head...just can't get the machine right. Yet. Bothers me that it doesn't work...can't make myself settle for anything else." She wasn't so much sad as a little frustrated and mildly disappointed, like a parent with an awfully misbehaving child. "Will work eventually. But - mmh. Yes. That's why."
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Mara sighed, silently ticking down the seconds on the very small battery she'd given the device. four - three - two... The wings - blades, now, really - sputtered and disappeared, the metal pack crashing to the ground. Its creator gave the force field a mental signal to shut down as well, and she stepped into the circle to forlornly crouch and pick up a jagged shard of what used to be a human shape. "Doesn't quite work yet," she noted, turning the bit of wood over in her hand.
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Mara blushed just a tad, but nodded, heading over to the garage...and then snapping her fingers, doubling back to a little hallway next to the wall to retrieve a blank, genderless mannequin. Dragging the thing clear across the warehouse, she set it up on a patch of floor that was awfully chipped and abused, compared to the rest of the warehouse - and, worryingly, surrounded by a painted white line. To the makeshift test dummy she strapped a harness with an odd little device attached - sort of like a small, smooth curve of a backpack, with four little articulated nodes. Satisfied that things were positioned properly, she stepped back to join Jill outside the circle, and lights danced behind her eyes; a force field twisted into being around the dotted line, and moments later the backpack came to life, each node sprouting a long, brilliant 'wing' of blue, elegantly-twisted space. The effect really was reminiscent of a dragonfly...at least, until the wings twitched, suddenly going berserk as if each had a rocket attached to the tip - spinning and whirling and sparking against the inside of the protective field like the world's more scientifically-advanced blender.
