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17 a poor Notice roll 21 a little better for Search
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Snakebite Cassie pondered the question. A room? It was tempting. How pressing was the danger to the professor. Hard to say. But she couldn't live with herself if she found out it was a time-sensitive and she stopped to have a room. Besides, she could see in the dark perfectly well. Snake eyes. "Thanks, but I cant delay," she said. "I'm on a rescue mission. You know how it is..." She produced a picture of the Professor and showed it to the woman. "Looking for this man. Used to stay her. Seems he got lost trekking. I have to find him..."
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23 and 29 for Bloody mess. So bloody, but not bruised!
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Defence mechanisms activated! Knockout Gas! Fatigue 10 effect (Fort)
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GM The elevator slowly descended, bathed in an eerie red light. The alarm was off now, dropping the lift into a deep silence. All that could be heard - and it was faint, was the sound of hissing, like steam escaping from a pipe. Slow, steady. Gas!!!!
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Gamma Buzz, the Cockroach Kid Baz's Antennae trembled. His eyes glowed a virulent green. "Don't you move, hombre!" he said, pointing one armoured finger at Superior. "You are.. um... under arrest! Or something..." He glanced at his comrades, seeking some kind of direction. Arrest? Where were they? This was a bad guy, right? "Move a muscle and I will blast you with my amazing gamma vision? Its not just ordinary gamma vision. Its amazing gamma vision. So you best just stay right there, and tell us everything! Of course, we know everything already, absolutely! But we want you to tell us everything, even if we all know it already! Haha!"
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Gamma Buzz will do speaky (IC) and then prepare a standard action - Blasting Superior with Gamma Vision if he moves. In case he does - feel free to roll for me (just to keep things moving) its a +8 attack, DC 23 Toughness blast (with penetrating extra)
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Not yet
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So with +5 and SM in Arcane and Theology/Philosophy, Jack will know that Wharton has a lot of spooky history. In particular, legends of spirits that stretch back millenia - even further. In particular, Aztec and Mayan civilisations have legends of summoned spirits that roam what is now Wharton State Forest. In addition he can make a WIS DC 10 check to feel.... stuff!
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GM "Haunted? I guess so..." Rocky paused, pressing his fists to his temples. "You know about Wharton Forest? All sorts of spooky legends. Native Americans did some shamanistic voodoo here. Zombies. Werewolves. That kind of stuff. You got any Shaman senses? Your ancestors calling to you?" Rocky stared around, taking in the canopy of leaves. "I feel... tired, here. This place sucks me. Like its feeding on me. Not a bad thing, when you are a ball of rage and sweat." He sighed deeply, looking ten years older.
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To the broadcast tower then?
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GM Ping! The elevator doors peeled open. A regular elevator inside, steel, lit with red light, empty. The controls indicated two floors below them. "REC" and "RESEARCH". Despite the beeping alarms, there was no rush of soldiers, no swarm of security. The flashing red lights continued pinging, but the initial blaring "INTRUDER ALERT" had stopped. No security - but what, or whoever, was in the base had clearly been alerted...
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Snakebite "A liar, is he?" Cassie raised an eyebrow. Baiyun might be a liar, but so might this lady. As for the Yeti's. She had never met one, but she had seen enough reports that it was, at the very least, plausible that they existed. She hoped she had enough sedative darts.... maybe, if she was really lucky, she could capture one! She frowned the thought out of her head. She was here to rescue, not capture Yeti's. But if the opportunity presented itself... She took the rope, with thanks, and headed off to the Silver Yak, mulling over the clues. Baiyun, Fenzan. These were the characters she needed to speak to.
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Yep that sounds fine!
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15 and 13 respectively
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Bloody Mess Freddy was a veteran of hundred of brawls, but this was more like a war - and one he was losing track of. Perhaps he had been tilted by missing what he had thought was a killer upcut. Perhaps there was just too many people to keep track of. "Nuff!" he grunted, and jumped into the air, landing on a building roof, balancing on the edge. He expanded his chest, drew back his mighty pumped up arms, livid with supercharged blood... and... BOOM! He slammed his hands together, creating a blast that rippled down to the streets below!
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Bloody mess is going to do a shockwave attack at as many goblins and redcaps as he can fit into a cone: First of a move action: Jump - to get into optimal position (although his INT is 8 so...) Its a DC 20 Reflex then DC 25/20 Toughness effect
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Snakebite "Ill by both," replied Cassie. No joke, either. She had a wad of 100 dollar bills in her jacket. And some gold sovereigns in a strap in her backpack as back up. Even out in the great outdoors, off the beaten path, it was good to have currency. And the Crow family - at least usually - plenty. She went to the meat seller first, sniffing the produce to check it was reasonably fresh. For the most part, in her experience, rural meat sellers usually sold fresh produce. You didnt make a living giving people food poisoning. Fresh, but often a lot of off cuts and gristle. She brought out a picture of the missing professor. "Have you seen this man?" she asked, as she haggled for meat. It wouldnt harm to have a few cuts to cook over a campfire later...
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GM "Ice Cream? Whats that?" Mr Metal licked his ice creamed lips. "Is this Ice Cream? Its poo!" he muttered (althugh he tried some more, of course). "Its... like made of water. Rust!" He spat it out. "I'm just having fun. Sneaking out of my dimension into yours, so I have can have some fun. Its boring in my home. Everything metal. This place has so much more stuff. Like hydrogen. And nitrogen. So exciting!" He shook his head. "So I'm going to have some fun. And you aren't going to tell my parents, right? That would be so uncool..."
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Enough to make him pause... but not win him over!
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GM And so... ...Later.... ...In Wharton State Forest Rocky pulled up his moderately expensive car on the outside of the forest. The sun was getting low, but it was not dark. The daylight streamed through rich and tall trees, creating a dazzling speckling of orange beams. Rocky flexed his hands into fists as he got out the car, heading into the woods as if pulled on a lead. "Something in here... it calms me. But never sates me. The Forest is like... like when you relax and feel sleepy, but cant sleep. Like a rest which doesnt refresh you..." He turned back to Jack with a pained smile. "Maybe thats how it is, huh? No rest for wicked thoughts...." He looked like his eyes were hollowed, exhausted. But then he turned back and headed in deeper to the forest.
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Haven There was disruption. Orange sparks, flying from oscillating chrome squares. Haven was hurt. It hurt. Yes, it was only projected electronic data. But Haven was intimately linked to the data. And it hurt. Perhaps organic hackers wouldnt feel the feedback so bad. they might not feel it at all. But he did. He dropped to one knee, trying to keep his data-architecture together. "Wait..." he said, voice blurring and flat. "I'm not here to hurt you. But to help you..." A pathetic bluff. But it was all he could do.
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17 So bruised, Injured and stunned - I will take that for now
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GM Mr Metal took the blow fairly solidly - almost too solidly. His liquid fluxing state was just a bit too solid at that moment. On the flip side, whilst he was unharmed, he still took the force of the blow. He was small, but heavy - but a blow from Dwayne was enough to unbalance the already unbalanced. Mr Metal flipped on his head and tumbled down to the street, twenty feet below, with a resounding thud. For some reason, he had landed on an ice cream vendor, and smahed the the thing into a crumpled mess. The fridge hummed furiously, trying to keep up with the carnage. Mr Metal hismelf had ice cream splattered over his body, and wore a cornetto cone on the top of his head - making him look like the dunce he clearly was.
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OK Mr Metal will fall to the ground in response, so lets move out of combat - ish (if you want to jump down and follow up - please do )