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Dragonfly tilted her head and just...quietly jogged up, calmly trotting up to the half-awake man and striking out with an arm to take hold of his shoulder. Lines like creases in paper ran across his body, and before he could so much as yelp the world folded up around him and he just...disappeared, leaving his Klashnikov where it was. Dragonfly dusted off her hands. dirty - always easier when they're half-asleep - won't be getting out anytime soon

Dragonfly wiped eggnog off her hands as she - with Jill's help - hauled herself out of the fixed sleigh. "Could look for the nearest supply of hair spray and lighters," she deadpanned at Jack as she stretched a little. "Am sure the average store clerk would be very helpful." She frowned, grabbing a bit of candy corn and popping it into her mouth. magic - mmh "Still. Concerning story. Haven't really had a Christmas, would be a shame to ruin my chance now. Will certainly do what I can to help now."

Dragonfly grimaced. how do I even "They...talk. All of them. It's quieter for me, unless I connect to one I haven't been able to hear it for...I mean not since...." She sighed, and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Right. Sorry. Not important...tired. Focus." She took a deep breath, trying to arrange her thoughts and finding it was kind of like trying to explain seeing to a blind person who just got their eyes back. actually... "You've...seen me do it. I think. Talk to electronics with my mind. Use computers from a distance. Hacked a connection to your suit when we first met, remember? That. You have...I don't know. I got it from my mother, I've...always been able to do it. But you have something similar, and it's new, and...try not to panic. It's...I don't even know. Probably very strange for you."

She wasn't really sure how to answer that. She'd heard it all her life - more when she was young, really, because she'd been neglecting the skill. She had some suspicions about why it might have gotten harder after her brain was...enhanced, too, but they were just suspicions, and they were for another time. For now, she tried to get used to the feeling of being the voice of experience. It was slow going. "That was...mmh. I think. Pretty sure, since you're...better, now, but that was them." She pointed at the assorted machines in the room. "All of them. At once. Probably...sort of a shock. You...do kind of get used to it. If that makes you feel better. Feels wrong when it's gone, after a while."

Oorah for handwavey goodness, then.

Dragonfly was immediately out of her seat and halfway to the door when she stopped cold. The world was in slow motion as her brain sped up to speed and she turned around glance around the room. blood pressure - heart rate - all the machines are talking....? - couldn't be - can't possibly.... Very quietly she sat back down, trying not to watch her friend have a panic attack on the bed. A quick command to the medical equipment told them to delay their alert, for now at least - she used that time to get her gauntlets out of her bag and set them gently on the foot of the bed. This...really wasn't something she did very often, though she certainly knew how; the gauntlets weren't designed for the effect and there was just a whiff of the acrid smoke of burning-out circuitry as they lit up where they lay, releasing an unusual and noticeable shifting pattern of light through the seams and glasswork, like someone had turned on a lamp underwater or she'd just hit the switch on a lava lamp. "Jessica?" she asked, quietly.

Extra Effort stunt: Nullify Datalink 4 (Extras: Nullifying Field (+0), Selective Attack) + Nullify Comprehend (electronics/machinery) 4 (Extras: Nullifying Field (+0), Selective Attack) [16/16pp] Yes, 16pp, not 18 - extra effort on the gauntlets will burn them out. Selective Attack is necessary to keep the gauntlets running in the first place, since they actually require datalink; Nullify 4 isn't a whole lot, but considering Ironclad's sick and has barely acquired her new talent, Dragonfly hopes it's enough. Rolls if necessary, hand-wavey goodness if not. Hopefully it makes things at least more bearable.

Mara shook her head. should be nicer - bad day for everyone - just don't want her involved in - don't want her to know that - mmh - focus "It's....fine. Don't mind being your emergency contact...sort of honored. Last name is...mmh. Nevermind. Can ask you about that later, when you're healthier. Not like you don't des...." She trailed off, blinking. Very slowly, she tilted her head to look at her friend. "Noisy? Noisy how?"

Dragonfly sat in a chair - awfully gingerly - and did her best to look like she hadn't spent the last while worrying and trying not to break down. Instead she looked Jessica and the medical equipment up and down - giving some of the electronics a better glance as her brain tried to figure out how they could be improved - before sighing and raising her eyebrows. "They called me. Apparently," she said, summoning as much wryness into her voice as she could, "I'm your primary emergency contact. By my full name. No less."

Dragonfly shrugged. "Very quickly...for a building. Five months...no, maybe four. Planning took some time. General idea was finished quick-tsss!" That last bit was a pained hiss as something sparked. She said something foul-sounding Russian and shook a hand. "Insulation melted off some wires...general idea was finished quickly, but details took work. Security, what to put on what floor, how to use space. Pretty calm debate, actually. Was expecting more conflict." She shook her head, leaning back in to work. "Came together for a good cause, I guess. Sped things up."

Well, hey. It worked pretty well last time.... Melee Attack Roll vs. Sleepy Guard (Dimensional Pocket) (1d20 + 8=28) ...pfftaaaaahahahahaha. Well, then. A question before I pick my critical effect of choice: is this guy a minion?

Dragonfly looked like she'd been worked over in every way imaginable, mentally and physically, but at least her attention was keen as she listened to everything the doctor said. When he mentioned that Ironclad would probably be alright she just sort of...deflated, like her worry had been keeping her upright. And then she sat bolt upright once again when pain shot across her stomach. Throughout the rest of the conversation she unconsciously kept a hand there, glad that she'd been wearing a proper long-sleeved shirt to cover what was almost certainly a decent-sized electrical burn. She was also glad - if bitterly so - that she was more than used to running on fumes, soldiering on when exhausted. It had been a long night. When he offered to let her stick around she gratefully nodded and leaned back in her seat, muttering something akin to a thank-you and letting the man get back to his night shift. She'd wait as long as she had to, even if she didn't know how long that would be. too long probably - always too long

Dragonfly visibly froze hearing her last name used (or, rather, misused), but forced herself to slowly exhale when she noticed a policeman or two glancing her way. "...will be there as fast as I can." Snapping her phone shut, Dragonfly quickly pulled out a card - with her hero alias and basic contact information - and practically threw it at the first official she saw, not out of anger but simply in a rush as she wordlessly stalked away from the collected peacekeepers and investigators, ignoring anyone who offered her medical help as she found a clear spot to pull her motorcycle out of storage. If anyone reacted oddly to a young woman making a motorcycle appear literally out of the palm of her head, she didn't notice - as soon as the wheels had touched the ground, she was on her way. Hollow-man - Hallomen - how did she even - hope you didn't end up being too clever, Jessica At this time of night even with bad roads she could make pretty good time - breaking a few traffic laws didn't hurt either. She found a quiet spot around the side of the hospital to park, pulled her bike back into her pocket, and took a deep breath. Wincing as she told her gauntlets to change back into normal clothes, she stayed in the cold only long enough to pull those gauntlets off, stuff them in the scruffy messenger bag that came with her 'normal' outfit, and headed in to hear what she was sure would be bad news. In a building full of medical professionals, she tried not to limp too much.

Dragonfly could barely believe the thing had finally gone down - and it had taken a helicopter-mounted gun to do it. She eyed the chunks with a grimace, still not sure she wanted to drop her force field. don't know where the 'brother' went - don't want to know at this point - suspect he won't like this one bit - good riddance "Honestly," Dragonfly replied, sounding awfully tired and awfully...well. Electrocuted, "was hoping you'd show up before he got back out. Abnormally durable. Even for the type. Am sure there's an explanation somewhere in the..." She blinked, realizing that her pants were buzzing. Carefully - a little gingerly - she looked down at one of her pouches and pulled out her cell phone, pulling it open and hitting [answer]. After this night, she was afraid to even ask. "...yes?"

Dragonfly only scowled at the criminal as her force field got hit by the spacial disturbance...and scattered it, leaving the young woman untouched. "Not impressed. Just a coward with a fancy gun. Barely even know what you're wearing." She held a hand out, twisted air and distorted reality collecting around the gauntlet before launching themselves at him. "Certainly don't know how to properly use it." hmm - actually... She frowned, narrowing her eyes. that's a thought - will solve a problem later

Ranged Attack Roll vs. Armor Guy 2 (blast) (1d20 + 8=26) DC24 Toughness save for the guy.

that one - that one hurt Dragonfly coughed, feeling like a science project potato. As soon as she got her bearings back she made sure her defenses were at full strength, sending a half-hearted and fairly weak shockwave at her enemy. She shook her head, trying to snap herself back into fighting form. This was going to go very badly very quickly, at this rate. and what is purple haze? - don't think I imagined that - mmh

Toughness Save vs. Blast (bruise 1) (1d20 + 7 - 1=23) Fail by one. She gets another bruise, but is still on her feet. For my own bookkeeping: Bruised 2, Staggered, 0HP Ranged Attack Roll vs. Zombie Hobo (blast) (1d20 + 8=14) ....why. If these were real dice I'd burn them.

That last one..hurt. Dragonfly rocked back, her shield breaking apart and fragmenting back into normal space as the lightning ate through it and into her. Her force field - and thank goodness she had one - did what it could but she still got far, far too much electricity coursing through her body than said body was designed for. She stood there, swaying a little, with barely the presence of mind to catch her force field as it flickered and concentrate on keeping the thing going, since it was now about the only obstacle between her and being made into electron-rich paste.

Toughness Roll vs. Lightning, DC24 (1 bruise) (1d20 + 7 - 1=11) ...well poo. Fail by 13, staggered + stunned. Can't shake that off, either. Dragonfly's defense drops to 0. Concentration Check to keep Force Field up while stunned, DC17 (1d20 + 5=18) Oh thank god. The force field stays up, at least.

The lightning attack scattered across Dragonfly's shield again, harmlessly running off to melt more snow and further charge the nearby air. Her hair, even wet, was starting to stand on end at the tips - as if the day didn't have enough problems already. Still, she observed, the police had gotten out of harm's way and the remaining peacekeepers were equipped for the job. Part of her brain was already dissecting their armor, pulling it apart and figuring out how they'd built it, what they'd used, and how to make it better...but that didn't stop the rest of her brain from putting both hands together to keep up the attack. However slowly, the thing was wearing down....

Ranged Attack Roll vs. Zombie Hobo (blast) (1d20 + 8=19) HAH! DC24 Toughness.

"Really not sure he's that smart!" Dragonfly shouted, trying to be heard over the helicopter. "Some kind of zombie or construct! Annoyingly durable!" She emphasized the point by sending another shockwave his way, both a little glad to have the help and a little annoyed to need it. She was panting a bit, both gauntlets actually steaming in the winter air. could have worn him down eventually - I think - maybe

Ranged Attack Roll vs. Zombie Hobo (blast; Aid Other bonus, Power Attack -2/+2) (1d20 + 8 + 4 - 2=20) DC26 Toughness save. Horray for half-decent rolls.

Dragonfly took the free moment to glance at the helicopter, and scowled. not sure whether to be too proud or just grateful - think I'll err on grateful - still "About time!" she called out, though she knew full well they couldn't very likely hear her. "Not like you wouldn't have been useful an hour ago-" She'd gestured as she talked, unfortunately - in her worry, her frustration, her general angry venting - forgetting that she was kind of in the middle of firing at the electric corpse. Her shot went wide, though it made a pretty neat pattern in the snow where it hit. What she had to say about her lack of focus and continuing failure to take out a shambling frakenstein's monster were awfully impolite and probably melted some more of the snow around her.