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Let's take advantage of that stun! More mini-power attack! MOAR! Ranged Attack Roll vs. Zombie Hobo (blast; Aid Other bonus, Power Attack -2/+2, All-Out Attack +2/-2) (1d20 + 8 + 2 - 2 + 2=11) ::foam:: THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR RANDOM NUMBER GENERATORS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR YOU. HATE. HATE. *ahem* Dragonfly's at -2 Defense until her next turn.

Dragonfly winced, watching the police officer crumple. "Stupid...shouldn't've...not for me, anyway...." The whump-whump-whump was encouraging - probably a helicopter - but she couldn't take her eyes off her enemy long enough to check. She really, really hoped that it was, because this thing was...annoyingly sturdy. Silently reconfiguring her gauntlets, she disappeared...but the distortion remained behind her as she appeared right next to the zombie, a long blade of blue-tinted twisted reality forming about an inch off her fist. That blade got thrust right through the dishabille undead, not actually cutting but leaving a nauseating pattern in his clothes and flesh where it touched. An instant later she was pulled away, her own teleportation snapping her back to her spot in the snow like she was attached to a physics-defying bungee cord.

Dragonfly's using Turnabout on her teleport to zip in, blade the guy, and then zip back out. For variety, if nothing else. Melee Attack Roll vs. Zombie Hobo (blade; Aid Other bonus, Power Attack -2/+2) (1d20 + 8 + 6 - 2=22) She's only got the house-ruled free power attack! Though that roll wasn't as truly awful as most. DC26 toughness save.

That blast didn't have the luck the last one did - this time Dragonfly brought a hand up and formed her circular distortion of a shield, scattering the lightning into harmless forks of electricity that was happy to lick the edges of her shield or ground themselves into the wet soil. can't keep this up forever - come on - go down already She growled, letting a charge build a bit as the thing charged close...then unleashing it at the thing's face and teleporting a good distance away, still trying to both stay out of its reach and keep the thing distracted from (awfully helpful, she had to admit) targets that didn't have the benefit of high-tech defenses or teleportation.

Ranged Attack Roll vs. Zombie Hobo (blast; Aid Action bonus; Power Attack -2/+2) (1d20 + 8 + 4 - 2=19) That's....better. DC24 Toughness save for Invisible Castle to laugh at and throw back in my face. Also, move action to teleport back out of that thing's move distance. Torro! Torro! EDIT: I am a foolish fool who fools foolishly. That should've been DC26. Power Attack, how does it work!

Dragonfly didn't quite get her shield up in time - the circular distortion started to form and immediately dissipated as the lightning attack tore through it and into her force field. The entire field lit up like a bulb as it tried desperately to shunt the energy and heat somewhere - anywhere - that wasn't her; though it did its job valiantly she still got a pretty nasty burn at the site of impact, and the momentary flash of lightning and energy dissipation threw her aim way off, sending her responding attack clear over the creature's shoulder into the cold winter air. She swore in Japanese, putting a hand on her stomach and trying to take better stock of the situation. well - wanted it distracted - seem to have done that - be careful what you wish for

Toughness Save vs. Lightning, DC24 (1d20 + 7=16) ....why. Why, Invisible Castle? Why would you do this thing that you have done? Fail by 8 - Dragonfly's bruised & stunned. Stun is BAD for Dragonfly, and her toughness sucks, so I'm gonna eat the bruise and use her last hero point to negate the stun. Ranged Attack Roll vs. Zombie Hobo (blast; Aid Action bonus; Power Attack -2/+2) (1d20 + 8 + 4 - 2=14) "HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE."

Dragonfly, to her credit, wasn't too far behind the police - it helped a lot that her gauntlets basically screamed a warning across her link with them every time something forced its way back out of her pocket. Even as she fell her force field came up and her shield went online, one gauntlet trained on the zombie and sending a shockwave close on the heels of the hail of bullets. She'd barely hit the ground before she disappeared, reforming a short distance away from the police. "Hey! Rot-brain!" Dragonfly had an awful lot of pent-up emotions to work through, and to be perfectly honest she was glad to have something to do with them. She wasn't even really cold anymore - she just stood defiant in the snow, her force field twisted around her profile as she made a very rude gesture at the zombie. police not equipped for lightning "Over here."

Curses, my kingdom for another HP. Ah well. Really ought to save that last one. Dragonfly can't look bad in front of the apparently world-champion quick-draw police. Ranged Attack Roll vs. Zombie Hobo (blast) (1d20 + 8=22) Good ol' blast will have to do for now. DC24 Toughness save.

Initiative Roll (1d20 + 6=20) Ooh. So close to beating the po-po! That's what she gets for being distracted by her friend's plight.

Dragonfly just stared at the watch for a minute, and then let it fold away into her spacial pocket, to appear unobserved in a place of honor on top of her motorcycle. "I...yes." can't do anything they can't - focus - keep it safe - do my job She shook her head, brushing hair out of her face. Distractedly, she gestured back at where she'd come out to the surface. "Abandoned subway station and tunnels. Wouldn't go down there without airtight suits. Have the villain...contained," she added, holding up a gauntlet like that was supposed to mean much. "Trapped. Will hopefully hold long enough for STAR. Would keep a careful distance if he escapes before that - lightning, high physical strength. Zombie of some kind."

Dragonfly snapped her head up, looking to the side with wide eyes as her brain changed gears back to reality. She blinked. "Most of it. Some of it. Very interesting technology, varied applications but same general principles of--" Some gears change faster than others. Dragonfly finally caught up to the point where she was listening to herself, wincing and bringing a hand up to reach under her visor and pinch the bridge of her nose. "....sorry. It's...different." She gestured at the 'machinery', as that was fairly obvious. "Very different. But some is familiar, and the rest is...mmh. Can be reverse-engineered by seeing how it hooks together." She turned back to the work at hand, though she was moving a little slower and somehow resisted the same manic tool-wielding mood as before. "Like a jigsaw puzzle. Start with what you know or can figure out - edge pieces - move to what you can piece together from there - inner pieces. Easier to know what it does than how. With some time and a proper workshop...." She shrugged. "Repair is more important than dissecting underlying science, for now. Should be able to help, at least."

"Gumdrop...cannot be serious." Dragonfly blinked, working her way around to the open hatch on the sleigh. She blinked, tilting her head. "...you were serious. Colored sugar candy. Cannot even begin to...well, no. Mmh. How would this even...well okay, that could...but then this would have to be...part is kind of similar to...almost could...." Bit by bit she relaxed, brightening up without seeming cheerful as such. More and more of her focus was on the inner workings of this new machine as she chatted, apparently to herself - and as more and more of her disappeared into the hatch, leaning in to poke around and start giving a hand with some fixes. "Fascinating. Interesting work - expert craftsmanship. Can see how it would piece together but this is placed too close to this over here unless you - ah! - cancels out the side-effects of but can see how the crash didn't help things really ought to replace this with a better-made part breaks too easily on impact can bypass it for now should last until proper repairs never really gave much thought to sucrose-and-starch-based stabilization techniques but it really is...." She trailed off into indistinct muttering, not all of it in English.

Dragonfly is a helpful sort! And can't resist poking around new technology anyway. Craft (Mechanical) roll to help fix...gumdrop technology, DC unknown (1d20 + 15=33) Not too shabby.

Gaian Knight's grin got a little wider, but he had the presence of mind to tell the dirt he'd accumulated to stay on HIM, and not go anywhere, please. Not that dirt didn't seem to enjoy hanging around anyway, for some reason. He scratched the back of his head. "I figured they deserved somewhere nice to live, y'know. If it's worth doing, it's worth doing your best, right? Or...something like that. Besides, it really was fun." He scratched the back of his neck, watching bees investigate their new home. "If they ever need anything, or you need other work done, don't hesitate to call. This place is neat - it's kind of like working in a really big sandbox. The scale of what you can safely mess with is just...." He blinked, and gestured at the massive hive. "Well...yeah."

Dragonfly jogged up, flexing her hand as she admired her handywork. never feels right to charge a shockwave that high - tingles "Suspect...dimensional pocket?" She glanced up at the magic man, tilting her head. "Something similar. Can do it myself, though not that...disturbing. I think. Told it's uncomfortable, though." She turned to regard the building. "Quiet...would be good. Yes. Chaos leads to building fires, explosions...property damage. Unsafe. Tactically unhelpful. ...after you," she added, noting that they both looked a bit more durable than her 5'5", fairly slim figure.

The cold was making Dragonfly progressively grouchier, and though Victory answered the question of her identity before she could, she did grump out something about how she wasn't anyone's sidekick before retreating back into her scarf. Miss Americana not seeing the...whatever he was (will just call him Growly Man) was curious, and she was giving him another look with her visor when she caught sight of the crash site. She stopped cold, standing there in the snow like a statue. The sleigh, of course, was the first thing to get her attention and there was always the part of her mind that never stopped picking apart or designing technology; in a little less than ten seconds she'd figured five or six ways to make it fly, only three of which were overtly unsafe. The little guy, though...that was something else. Something else entirely. Her head slowly started tilting to the right, and something like a nervous smile played on her lips. "...not...going crazy. Crazier. Right? A...an elf. A little, pointy-shoed, green and re---" She started muttering bemused (and vaguely impolite) things in Russian. must be- - I don't even- - Santa Claus!?

Still looking like she was trying to cram as much of her upper body into her jacket as possible, Dragonfly paused and glanced up at the...growly person. She could swear he looked familiar. ...and her visor seemed to refuse to pick him up; she couldn't so much as read his height, much less anything else. mmh - very odd - glitch damage (cold portal unknown source) - possibly interference? From the way he talked, she'd swear he was making fun of her if she had any idea who he was or where he'd have heard her before. She shrugged the feeling off. "Can't feel cold? Must be nice." note to self - increase priority on full suit - too many days out in the snow lately "Civilization would be nice. Could head for the bottom of the pass. Could just for those buildings." Loathe to take a hand out of her jacket pockets, she just sort of nodded down the mountainside a bit. "Seems closer."

Documentation! I'm not entirely sure whether anyone can see them or Dragonfly, being relatively young, has the power of Christmas in her heart. I'm guessing it's the latter, but only AA knows for sure! The scoundrel.

Dragonfly scowled, glad at least that she'd grabbed her scarf on the way out - something about the pattern on the portal had made her cautious. Now she wrapped it up around her neck and lower face before shoving her hands as far into her jacket pockets as they would go to ward off the temperature. next year - either full battlesuit or warmer winter costume - getting sick of being stuck in the cold in this She tried to take quick stock of her fellow heroes. Miss Americana - Victory - ...don't know the other three - mmh - need to get out more? ".....so," she said, breaking the wintery silence, and glancing toward some thunder. "Only got a cryptic 'help needed' message and a snowflake portal. Anyone have anything more useful?"

"What?" Dragonfly glanced up, having been watching Ironclad like a hawk and so distracted by the prospect of losing her best friend that she'd barely registered the ambulance showing up. "Right, vitals access. I should be able to...." Frowning, lights danced behind her eyes as she dug a little deeper into the battlesuit's systems than she'd been comfortable with before now. Connecting for silent communication or hacking for a prank was one thing; this time she dug around as deep as she could, searching for something. know you're there somewhere - helped design you - always easier to find my own bits of - ah The lights stopped dancing as she triggered the bit of the armor that collapsed it into a wristwatch (a part they'd consulted together on, and, she bitterly thought, hopefully not the last bit they'd consult on), gently removing the same for safekeeping.

"Soon enough," Dragonfly grumbled, elbow-deep again as she messed with the wiring in a piece of machinery that she had, apparently, opened with a very very sharp can opener-like doodad on her multitool. "Would go much FASTER if whoever had built this had been sane. Wiring is a mess. Parts are...quality but look commercial. Don't know why anyone bothered. Half the plastic's in one solid piece, the wiring's disorganized, the...what is this even...." She yanked out something that looked like a big grapefruit covered in nodes and plugins. "This doesn't even need to be here," she judged with dismay and disdain, tossing it to the side in dismissal and revealing that the entire back end had blown outward. "Can just as easily wire this into...and that over here...make it balance itself without generating heat that gets sunk by...well this, but that's useless too now could repurpose the plating over here repair some damage I did repairing...."

At long last the grinding rumbling noise stopped, and after a moment of silence Gaian Knight reappeared...not over by the hive, but simply popping out of the ground over by where Fleur was standing, and where he could get a better look at his finished creation. The ground nearby just sort of...opened up, like it was moving out of his way as he floated up on his platform, and then closed again without a sign of having been moved. Even the grass was right where it should be, healthy and relatively undisturbed. "Well," he said, standing up and dusting himself off a bit, "I think that'll just about do it. I was kind of sad to stop - you just don't get a chance to build really big things much in the city." The completed hive wasn't quite as tall as its neighboring skyscraper prototypes, but it was much, much larger, both broader and longer than what the bees had built. On the surface it mostly looked like dirt, but anyone who'd watched it come together would know that nearly ever wall was reinforced with solid, seamless rock - thicker on the outside to keep in the cold, of course, and while it had more than a few ways to come and go each made a few quick turns to keep the wind out. Its architect seemed awfully pleased with himself, hands in his pockets as he gave it a critical eye. "You have a lot more space, for one," he said, feeling a bit like a real estate agent. Which, he supposed, he kind of was. "If you want more space, most of the tunnels and chambers are covered in a good layer of packed dirt - you can dig in or resin them to your hearts' content. I...wasn't really sure what you'd use all the space for, so you can dig around a bit and make what you want of 'em. You have tunnels and chambers going pretty far underground, where the ground itself should keep you warm and cool. I spent a little extra time down there, too - there's a really big cavern that I had a chance to fix up; it's completely rock-lined to keep vermin out, and has plenty of space and walls along the outside and in the middle for honeycombs or...ah, bee young, or whatever you want. Way down at the very bottom I messed with the water table a little, and grabbed some sediment and the like to filter some nastiness out, so you have fresh water down there. It won't fill up instantly, but give it a couple days to do its thing." He couldn't help but grin. He wasn't actually sure how much space bees - much less bees that size - actually needed, but he'd seen a normal beehive or two in his day and was pretty sure they had more room than they could make use of for a while, especially considering the building-like hives they'd built on their own. The grin got a little wider, thinking of the air full of little (I guess 'little' is really, really relative.) baby fire-breathers. "I am really, really tired. That was a lot of fun."

surprisingly durable for a street thug - doesn't matter - will just have to hit harder Dragonfly hadn't even stopped moving; even as the one gauntlet wound down after the first shot the other was winding up, building a charge and distorting the air around it as she brought her arm up. Before the thug could regain his balance from the first shot her other hand was already leveled at him, launching another twisting shockwave at the man's chest.

Yeah, Dragonfly should still have her 2HP. Ranged Attack Roll vs. Thug (blast; Power Attack -2/+2) (1d20 + 8 - 2=23) Woo! DC26 Toughness save on that one. Horray, power attacks.