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For expediency, I'll make one roll to cover the collective notice capabilities of any dogs Matt has out when it's relevant: Notice Checks: 1d20+10 19 1d20+10 25 19 for Grim, 25 for the dogs.
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"Huh. Gonna have to look you up sometime," Alice shot Sofía's way, with an oddly professional interest. "Y'know. If I ever had any records to make go away. But for now...ehh." She stretched, nimbly flexing her arms and back to keep from growing too stiff from inactivity. "The problem with waiting," the young woman yawned, "is that we might be waiting a while. I've been in Savings & Loan. If they got something better than money, they're either really lucky, or had someone really good on the inside, or are just really competent. Even if they had your 'security hole' they've still gotta get in to use it, and get out without leaving evidence. If finding us was easier than finding the real crew, the real crew's doing a good job." Alice dropped her hands, shrugging. "How 'bout you, Sour Pickle? Sofía? Xavier? You got any hot-shot lawyer friends? 'cos I sure don't."
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"We can probably help with that," offered a tentative voice from rapidly-congealing smoke, pouring in out of the darkness to form a young man in simple black clothes and a matching face mask. "I'm Grim. Not gonna lie, I wasn't really expecting so many faces, but this isn't...usually my kinda show. If you want to canvas the whole place, though, we're good for that. Just, uh...." 'We' was quickly explained as two great hounds stepped out behind him - with fur that moved like smoke in the breeze, eyes like burning round coals, and grinning white teeth. They circled their apparent master like hunters ready to play, though there was more mischief than malice in their smiles. "....I promise that whatever this is, they aren't mine. Figured I'd come take a look before mine got a bad name, since people aren't very good at, y'know, telling the difference. Plus, if whatever's in here moves from biting to killing, that's going to be a problem."
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Alice got to her feet with an oddly practiced grace for someone who'd shown such little decorum, and for a moment she didn't say anything, making a show of peering around the area visible from their cell - especially at the cameras, making a rather transparent set of steps around the cell to lean against a wall where no electronic eyes could watch her. "Doesn't do us a lot of good," she pointed out, a bit less brat and a lot more professional...something as she crossed her arms across her chest. "I don't like sitting around while they invent evidence, but what're we gonna do? Even if they weren't listening in, drooling at the thought of using a recording against us, and the Sour Pickle here had a bobby pin or whatever, we'd still have a bunch of armed cops between us and freedom. Not great odds?"
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"Yeah, not gonna lie," Matt mused, shoving his hands in his pockets as they made their way into the mall. He hadn't quite been able to hide his curiosity and grudging admiration of the vehicle on their way out, but was making up for it by being fairly well at ease with the mall itself. "The whole private car thing? Not something I'd wanna do every day, but pretty cool." He hadn't been out this way in a while, taking a moment to glance around and re-familiarize himself with his surroundings - all the old stores in all the old places, no surprises there, and he even got that itch in the back of his head as the dogs left behind whined about not being able to play in the fountain. They were going to be no end of grief until he took them to the beach or something. "Might wanna get a little of each. Take a look at everything, at least, figure out what you like."
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"They had to have been, to find me," Alice grumbled, glancing back at the cell door and idly wondering how long it would take to pick. How many officers between her and freedom? Maybe better to not give Bedlam's finest the excuse. "Gonna need to find a new place, now. A better place, with bigger locks on the doors. Doors that're harder to find." She sighed, reaching down to rub her legs through her thin black jeans - and, not coincidentally, take quick stock of what her captors had and hadn't found on her when they'd brought her in. More had than hadn't, alas. She sighed again, sitting back up and gingerly touching the back of her head as if in hope that it had healed in the last sixty seconds. "I heard about the bank. So, what, they figured it had be a job for a whole crew - pretty obvious - and just invented one out of a bunch of strangers? Instead of finding the real one. Quality police work, right there, okay."
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"No," Alice supplied, from the floor - she'd been introduced to the cell in what looked like an unconscious heap, and hadn't moved much since then, but her voice was clear enough that she'd either bounced back quickly or had been overplaying her condition. More than likely the truth was somewhere in the middle, given the way she winced and rubbed the back of her head when he hauled herself up into a cross-legged sitting position. "They weren't really chatty." She pulled the hand back to check for blood but her gaze seemed to barely register her own hand before darting around the rest of the room, scanning for possible points of egress. The movement was almost automatic, rapid and efficient, but there was a level of genuine discomfort under it that betrayed her attempt to seem more at ease with their situation. "No 'Hello Alice,'" she mocked, rocking her head back and forth in time with the words to underline the sass, "'Nice to see you, Alice,' 'We'd like to ask you some questions, Alice'. Nooo. Bam! Rifle to the back of the head. And then I'm here with you lot."
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"Coffee," Mara quietly confirmed from her perch on a chair, holding out a still-hot mug she'd had the foresight to prepare for her paramour. Even with money Mara had never really gone in for true decadence, but she was ever a creature of comforts and her minimum standards for coffee were exacting enough that she could prepare it herself from spatially-stored supplies if necessary. It certainly smelled strong enough: rich and flavorful, but leaving the distinct impression that sleep wouldn't be an option for a while after drinking. "Definite advantages to being unlikely to bear own babies," she noted, reaching out to squeeze Ellie's free hand. "Very cute, biological imperative, but feel like we'd get more sleep just stealing them from other dimensions when they're already old enough to talk. Much easier."
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Gaian Knight / Tiamat - Dragonfly - Wraith Down the Unfamiliar Road (2) Eclipse - Grim Transmutation (1) Ref point to GK, please.
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"Merry Christmas, Aquaria," Indira greeted brightly...from halfway up the wall, where she was carefully hanging one end of the last of the decorations. Between the fliers and the wall-climbers, she honestly wouldn't know if the Dutemps gang actually owned any ladders - they'd certainly never needed to look. As soon as her bit of holiday cheer was secured to the wall she pushed away, dropping like a missile to splash into the ground like an overgrown pile of mercury. What reformed from that puddle was a bit more party-appropriate than wall-crawling alien monsters: Indira had pulled her hair into a simple side ponytail, draping it over the front of a festive, form-fitting sleeveless red dress that ran clear down to the floor. She'd eschewed much in the way of jewelry, opting for a simple silver necklace that, from the way it moved, might have even been real - a small pendant with an odd, but understated, symbol carved into the front. "I think, if the others did not know the party was starting, they very much will now. Would you like anything to eat?"
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"It is a good idea," Indira nodded, making her way over with a metal cupcake held in one hand - which, in the interests of not burning herself, she'd replaced with a silver three-clawed number that turned nearly black at the tips, as if fire-hardened. "You would not have to commit to anything, and we would very much like to see you there." "Of course, if you did commit to something," she noted, cheerfully biting into her snack - which exposed a distinctly alien mouth and made a soft, inhuman grinding noise. She no longer bothered moving her mouth to speak, granting her the oddly humming tone normally reserved for her less human body. "If you did commit, there is plenty of room. We would be truly happy to have you around, and I do miss sparring."
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I'll be travelling to visit family for Thanksgiving; I'll do my level best to keep up with threads and the like, but I may or may not be around much between 11/23 and 11/26, inclusive.
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Combat I reckon Grapple should be +12/+20 here, unless I'm missing a +2 bonus from somewhere. Which is possible! By the same token, the Knockback modifier seems awfully high: -5 from the non-Impervious toughness, and what else? Skills Just a minor mathy typo here: Knowledge: Arcane Lore doesn't currently account for the character's int bonus. Powers We merged Detect and Awareness into a single power, [Descriptor] Awareness. I'm unsure what this particular power is detecting, though - is Rosethorn detecting nature spirits, say, or any living soul? I'd probably rate the former as Uncommon to Common (depending on how you were planning to play their frequency), and the latter as Very Common, which would have obvious impact on the cost. You are short-changing yourself on the total power tally - you're only spending 70pp, not 71. As such, you have 1pp to spend somewhere.
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"Uh, sure. Curfew," Matt agreed, in a tone of voice that lent credence to the vague student understanding that he was very often absent well after dark. His hesitation implied he'd half-forgotten a curfew was even a thing. "Should be fine. Half the mall'll be closed off at some point anyway. Haven't been in a while, but we oughta have plenty of time to hit whatever - including the music store," he noted, turning back to Fred with a casual gesture. "They're not as good as the little hole-in-the-wall shops, but they'll have plenty to look through." "Car and driver, though, for a trip to the mall - that I gotta see." Shoving his hands into his jacket pockets, the young man tried not to look too uncomfortable or curious at the prospect, raising his eyebrows in something akin to suppressed anticipation. "Lead on. We'll probably be there in no time."
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"Yes, very," Indira agreed, finding a place she could stand to be mostly out of peoples' way and, at the same time, not sink down into the sand too much. She'd grown her feet a bit to help compensate, and was sincerely hoping no one would notice. "It is difficult to not cheat, too. My instinct when a ball is thrown at me is to stop it by slicing it in half or catching it...on a spike," she admitted, looking sheepish. "If I wanted to catch and throw it, I would extend an arm by many feet, and perhaps grow more legs to anchor myself to the ground as I swung it back. These things are not within the rules of the game as I understand it." She smiled, adjusting her cloth as she turned her head to watch the others having fun. "Perhaps one day we can arrange a...fully-powered game, of some kind? Not enough to hurt anyone, but enough that we can actually play."
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Un-archiving at player request.
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Gaian Knight / Tiamat - Dragonfly Mystery at Bedside Manor (2) Wraith - Eclipse - Grim Looking for Treble (2) Transmutation (2) Ref point to GK, please. Rollover from Dragonfly split between GK and Grim (in that order of priority, if I miscounted).
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So sorry to hear it, Heritage.
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"Yyyyyes," Mara admitted, dropping her head a little in self-admonishment. "Sorry. Wasn't sure how subtle I should be. Body language......mmh." She took a moment to, again, reflect on the thing's lack of actual body before continuing. "...lack-of-a-body language?....is all fear and concern, not malice. Self-preservation, too, when it goes to run. Might even be beneficial?" The young woman visibly slid from "concerned citizen" to "scientist", crossing her arms and cocking her head to eye the outfit more critically. "Wish I could research the...guy. Might not want to put on new clothes if he's too hurt to move much, but always the chance they're...mmh. Symbiotic? Better chance at healing, cleansing. Edge case, though; could just provide other benefits not useful to comas."
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"...alright, fair enough," Matt conceded, gently pushing a dog out of the way so that he could get up and set his guitar aside. "Fingers could probably use a rest, anyway, and I've got some time to kill. And you bunch aren't coming," he quickly added, the dogs already looking a bit too excited - they sulked a bit at his tone, but got the message, sitting back down. "No way in hell I'm convincing a mall that you're all seeing-eye dogs or whatever. You hang out or go do whatever." He grabbed a jacket on his way out, giving the door a small tug so that it would swing shut behind him. But as it closed, a couple of the dogs turned their attention on Aníbal, with a gleam in their eyes that was, just briefly, entirely too smart for an animal. "We like the acoustic guitar," one said, unmoving as the door slowly cut it off. "And the school would not let him keep the big speakers in his room," another agreed, nodding at the great wisdom of its peer. And then the door clicked shut. If Matt had noticed their input, he didn't show it. "So. Uh, bus, I guess? Or walking?"
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"What," Mara issued, simultaneously, with a tone of voice that indicated her brain was shifting without a clutch. She'd been preparing for something unusual, supernatural, or even super-scientific that might be wearing the clothing. But the clothing itself? What did clothing want with a sick kid? Something didn't feel right, ambulatory laundry notwithstanding. She followed its...gaze?...toward the hospital bed, forcing her brain to dump previous assumptions and preconceptions. What did she know? It was hard to tell without a face to read, but the body language was all wrong for aggression; fight or flight, sure. Desperation, maybe. Concern? For some random kid? What did a set of clothes want with some kid her-- Oh. "Oh." The blanket came down, slowly, and Mara took a step back to give the fabric silhouette some room. "Ellie," she cautioned, very carefully, "I don't think this is an attack. Thinking maybe the...suit of clothes...has good reason to visit, if it behaves. Betting that if we check hospital record or footage, that came in with the patient, or just after."
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The barely-audible guitar playing was noted less for its presence than for its sudden absence at the knock on the door; this was followed by indiscernible one-sided muttering, a quiet pause, and a scratching sound on the other side of the door. When the door swung open Matt was still back on his bed, three or so dogs in attendance for the now-cancelled performance - and a fourth on its way back, having apparently, inexplicably worked the doorknob to answer Raina's summons. "Uh, alright," Matt managed, setting his guitar aside as several canine heads turned to look out the doorway. "Guess that's an invitation?" he hazarded, running a hand back through his hair. "Who's 'we' in this -- ah. Hey, Winifred. What's up?"
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Gaian Knight / Tiamat - Dragonfly - Wraith Down the Unfamiliar Road (2) Eclipse - Grim Looking for Treble (5) Ref point to GK, please.
