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Without the room to stand by the door, Natalia had - with expert dignity - made her way back to her bed and sat down, legs crossed, hands back and behind her to prop her upright. Or, hand, at first - she first waved a finger at Black, black and gold particles like wispy dust gathering around him and lifting him through the air to join her. Her beetle now. "Yes, Cricket. Very good." She needed to be wearing something different. She couldn't change with other people in the room, much less without admitting that she needed to be wearing something different. Life was suffering. "Ryder and I met already, as it happens. We tore apart a robotic gorilla," she said Tori's way, and turned toward their guests to add, "and those are, in fact, the keening. I promise that it's much worse without walls in the way." The animals were not allowed on her side of the room. This had been made very clear. The rules were understood by everyone except, she suspected, the animals. "I'm Natalia, which I'm sure you already heard."
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"Natalia," said Natalia, introducing herself to Lulu and Danica both. She didn't offer a last name, apparently assuming she had the best or only claim to the name she'd given already. She paused, then, some ill-defined emotion flickering across her face. "I'm hardly going to tell you what you can and cannot do downstairs, but possibly don't announce to the world that you've been riding sophomores. Even if...especially if...it gets a bit weird." She popped an eyebrow, and one corner of her mouth looked suspiciously like it was trying to smile. She didn't have the face of someone who smiled. She had the face of someone who had smiled, once, and all the witnesses had gone missing. "I realize I'm new, but I think the administration would frown on that."
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It took a moment - the dim sound of someone putting something down and sliding off a bed or chair, a short and muffled statement - but eventually the door did open. Natalia was barely shorter than Ryder, perhaps moreso by virtue of being barefoot to accompany a very comfortable-looking pair of black cotton shorts and an over-large black shirt done up with golden buttons. She ran a hand through long black hair as she turned golden eyes on their visitors. "Yes, what could you possibly-" Natalia had been taking a short nap. Natalia never napped in discomfort. Natalia looked at Ryder, looked at Utsuwa, looked at Ryder, looked at Ryder, and then Natalia closed the door. "Victoria," she asked, very carefully, "did you order smoothies?"
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"Are we enough to help?" Elizabeth had broken her attention away from the big truck, if only just - half-turned toward the rest with a concerned brow. "Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to help! It sounds like an amazing adventure, and I'm really grateful you'd have us along! But also we're, you know, teenagers who haven't done a lot of racing. We have our, you know....'unique talents'," she conjured a set of spectral quotation marks for that one, "but are those going to be allowed?" She frowned, glancing back at the cars for a moment. "....that's actually a question. Is this a really traditional race or is it a little more Wacky Races?" Her parents had had the whole series on video tape. She'd had a lot of time on her hands growing up. "What are we up against?"
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Natalia had been sorely tempted to insist that there was nothing micro about her aggressions, but that felt like taking bait and she was at least pretending to be...nice? Nice didn't feel like the right word. Tolerably above the drama. That would do, especially if she could find more ways to direct microaggressions Eira's way. It was telling that she found the absurdity of a turtle-person on a Segway to be reassuring. It was suitably strange to counter the way the here-to-fore normality of them all had been betraying her image of a super-school. ".....well," she said, studying Danica for a moment, "I certainly like the colors. The Segway's a bold choice, but as machines go at least it's quiet. If you don't mind the asking, is that a natural shell pattern or did you design it?"
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Elizabeth snapped with both hands, great ceiling-mounted spotlights popping into an improbable amount of confetti that didn't quite reach the floor before disappearing. "If we're lucky nothing good," she said, craning her neck to inspect the vehicles, "and everything great. I guess the little car's for speed? I was never a car girl, but I'd bet even with their new bits and bobs the other two aren't as...zippy." She made a hand motion that was apparently supposed to clarify 'zippy'. It did not. "It's probably better in the city than the truck. Which is amazing, by the way." She stood next to the truck for a beat, looking up at it. "I really want to drive the truck," she said without turning around. At 5 feet 5 inches, it dwarfed her. "You should not let me drive the truck, but I really, really hope you let met drive the truck."
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"A better or worse look than not giving a warning at all?" Nocturne ventured, but she'd lost the high ground and she knew it. Veronica was socially dangerous and Lulu was friendly and the loud girl was....loud, and this was not a dynamic she wanted to stick her neck too far into so early. "Still, that's....fair enough. Please accept my apologies," she said, flashing a winning smile, "maybe the long travel has made me cranky." An extended car ride with her mother had made her cranky. She let the smile drop without undercutting its sincerity too much. "Thank you both. From what I've heard of this school, it should be an interesting year."
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Nice! Mostly small things here: By my math, you're overpaying a bit for that Drain Toughness: Drain on a single trait is usually 1pp/rank; with 1 extra and 2 flaws that'd be 1pp/2 ranks, or 4pp for a rank-8 effect. Keep in mind that the "Linked" extra doesn't actually cost anything, it just links the powers together. Similarly, for the Damage attached to that Drain, it's normally 1pp/rank; with 1 extra and 2 flaws, that'd be 1pp/2 ranks, or 4pp. The Illusion power is missing its cost. Please take a look at the formatting recommended in our character sheet template; it seems like a small thing to pick on, but it's very handy for readability, which is important when, say, a GM needs to check something on your sheet at a glance.
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"Not me!" Elizabeth shot back; she'd dressed in a breezy white shirt and light blue jeans, hands in her pockets as she strode in behind the rest. "I trust her. Besides, I'm not going to begrudge anybody for secrets as long as they're fun secrets." She grinned ear to ear, spinning on her heel to look around at their small group. "Besides," she said, mischief in her eyes, "secrets can be fun - especially if this means we'll all have a secret, right? And any secret in a warehouse must be pretty good, especially if it's all ready for a big reveal! Let me know, Veronica, if you need any fancy lighting." She laughed, tiny spotlights circling her finger as she waved it in the air. "You only get to pull some curtains back once, so you've got to make it good!"
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Natalia came down the hallway in short boots, well-fitted black slacks, and a dark golden top whose bottom didn't quite reach her belt; she had a mid-length jacket, too, but that was slung over one shoulder. It was still too warm for jackets. It wasn't a complete outfit without one. Fashion was suffering. Her other hand held a suitcase, which she put down long enough to brush long black hair away from her sunglasses. "....well, aren't we colorful," she said, glancing at everyone in turn. "We'll only need a blonde to complete the set. ....I sincerely hope that thing is off when people are trying to sleep," she added, gesturing one finger at the tortoise. "Or when people are studying. Or relaxing. Or anywhere in the building, really, if it's going to stay in one piece."
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Just a minor typo: the notation on the skills tally is backwards (40PP for 10R would be very expensive skills!). Per the house rules, when submitting a sheet with a variable power on it you have to include a list of sample configurations, so that we and your future GMs have an idea of how you intend to use it. Be aware that the risk of being too heavy is already accounted for by the Density power; having it as a complication as well runs terribly close to double-dipping. I'm not going to ask you to remove it because it reminds your GMs that Shift is very heavy indeed, but keep in mind that GMs may not always be obligated to hand out a hero point here if the weight just naturally causes problems.
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With a +5 Toughness bonus, the Rope would only have a -2 Knockback modifier. You also have some unspent points inside the device, but I'm guessing you knew that part. Otherwise, this looks good to me!
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Nocturne was less certain of where she stood, now, but she didn't let it show past a hitch of hesitation. Hesitation was weakness. "I don't need anything, Cricket. But maybe if it amuses me, or I can use you to make my life a little easier." She turned away, made it two steps, stopped, and turned back around. "If you were the delivery boy," she mused, tapping the brownie against her chin - and not taking a bite, which she considered nothing less than a masterful use of willpower - and pursing her lips in thought, "wouldn't someone at your Shack be wondering where you've been all this time?" She held the pose, deep in pointed thought, as she silently accelerated up and off into the sky.
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Nocturne, eyes still narrowed, raised her eyebrows a fraction of an inch and then turned her head back and to the side. "Cricket! That's very forward of you, I wouldn't have expected it." She relaxed again - in as much as she ever had - turning the pros and cons and lines of play over in her head. It didn't take too long, even with Ryder's deliberately obnoxious sipping. "I think I'll need to ponder your debt anyway, so that I can decide how you repay me. It is such a terrible debt." She carefully, gracefully, nabbed the brownie off the newspaper dispenser but didn't move to eat it - wagging it at Ryder instead. "How fortunate that I know where you work. I imagine I'll find you, when it's convenient."
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"That wasn't..." Nocturne moved to pinch the bridge of her nose, stopped partway, and opted to fold her arms instead. "....yes. I am excellent, and it was good of you to notice." She took a deep breath, trying to figure out where this conversation had gone so far off its rails. "So. In summary," she said, narrowing her eyes at him like she still expected him to spring some kind of trap, "You're a distressingly optimistic mad scientist martyr who thinks everyone can achieve their dreams, except the ones whose dreams you don't like, but you're just petty enough to want to win arguments and you think brownies are a healthy exercise food."
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Name: Elizabeth Grey Codename: Masque Year: Senior Pronouns: she/her Current Intramural Team: Red Team Current Roommate: Arcana Reflection: She's been having a lot of fun! Making friends, fighting crimes. But apparently not committing to anything long-term puts a ceiling on participation and relationships, who knew. Community Cause: Yes.
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Name: Natalia Koschei Codename: Nocturne Year: Sophomore Pronouns: she/her Prospective Roommate: Kid Celtic Goal: Power! Connections. Experience. Friends. First Impression: Impeccable fashion and unshakable pride.
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"Yes, I'm sure you'll enjoy it." Nocturne did not look at the brownie; that would be too close to losing, and she did not lose. She looked at Ryder instead, studying his face. "For some people power is the dream, Cricket. Power over yourself, power or someone else, power over many people. And I think you're dodging the question either way." "Of course power's not always the real goal, even if someone thinks that it is. Power gives you control, money gives you luxury, knowledge lets you build better, stronger bug suits." She was waving her finger again, but never toward the brownie. "People will do terrible things just to enable their dreams, and sometimes one person's dream hurts someone else. There's really nothing you wouldn't hurt someone else to achieve?"
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"I ate a smoothie," Nocturne pointed out, gesturing at the empty cup as if she needed some kind of proof. Sharp golden eyes flicked down to follow the gesture; they'd have been warm, if she smiled, which she didn't as a general policy. "You can't be so optimistic that there's nothing you wouldn't backstab for? To save enough lives? The recipe for the perfect brownie or smoothie?" She cocked her head, trying to size him up. "I assume you wouldn't do it for power, you don't seem to respect it much. Knowledge, maybe, you seem to like that well enough."
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The brownie looked good. "No, my stomach's much too full of smoothie," she said, setting the empty cup down, "and pessimism." She folded her hands behind her back again, sizing Ryder up. She'd have liked to be taller, but in her short heels he had half an inch on her at most, and she could always get taller heels. "They can always make sharper knives, Cricket. Friends are good at helping with knives, supposedly," she allowed, reluctantly, "unless it's the friend doing the stabbing. Not everyone is a fountain of optimism."
