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Pitch grabbed the Cantos Cane, feeling grubby, hands and knees dirty. Smoke and fire would burn the wood, but the earth would just be ash. "Fetch!" she commanded the enthralled mutt, standing up and gesturing with the burnt brass cane with its elaborate goats head. Some little explanation might be in order, of course, to stop Billy being impaled betwixt' ravenous and callous haws. "Harm him not, fell beast! But stop him!" she added. "Billy, its safe now!" she shouted at the top of her voice to the young man, and without much, if any, truth.
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GM "Sveta" said the dark olive woman, with her dark red bikini and dark red lips. There was a hint of a Russian accent. Only a hint, mind. Her English was perfect, fluid, and her accent hard to place. She was eloquent and with good elocution. Her eyes were warm brown and studious. "I doubt anyone can understand what they are talking about here. Computers, advanced mathematics. Economic smoke screens" she said almost lazily, and certainly disinterested. "I just wondered what a man like you was doing wasting his time with this, when he could be partying?" she asked. It was flecked with the mildest of insinuations, not pushy, just an echo of a suggestion. An echo of a caught eye and the echo of parted lips. She was confident, for sure, but not arrogant. Then again, with her physique, all slick lioness and hourglass skin, she had every right to be confident. She tossed her hair to look over her own shoulder, at Merge. Sharp eyes, had Sveta, and she didn't miss a thing.
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Well, at least he's safe. For the moment. Probably just this moment. But better than not safe at all. And better than squashed like a pancake... It was small comfort, but better than nothing at all. Grunting herself back to the here and now, Pitch scrabbled around with her hands for one of the pieces of splintered wood. She was in the mood for something bloody and violent. That was demons for you. Gripping the splintered branch tightly with both hands, the Cantos cane dropped for a moment, and still on her knees, she lunged forward, driving the makeshift stake forward, and to the meaty and infernal flesh of the pachyderm in front of her, to the tune of a basal howl from her throat.
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ok so as Move action grabbing some splinter of wood (preferably a big broken branch), standard action taking 10, shifting damage +2 / -2 attack for a net attack roll of 18. Presuming that hits, then its a damage 8 - I think - effect (STR bonus +6, plus presumably improvised weapon bonus of +2)
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GM Nuclear Depths (33 posts, not all labelled "GM" but they all are!) Plenty of Fish Black Heart of Dagon (Some posts might be GM, most player) Starshot Crash on Volturnus Flintlock Black Heart of Dagon (Some posts might be GM, most player) Doctor Warp Gangbusters! Pitch (Guest Star) Devil's Journey Misc GM Posts and Pitch to distribute most efficiently between Starshot, Doctor Warp, Red Rat, Flintlock (in that order of preference once distributed most efficiently). Any spare GM posts, sling em to Lord Steam (for a PP!) The Red Rat Player Character Sheet is up (and not copied and pasted), so for consideration for the +2 PP award (please let me know any comments etc). Flintlock Character Sheet is also up, for consideration of +2 PP award.
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GM Dartwood listened attentively. Her mouth was not exactly a smile, nor exactly a stone. "Plenty. This is serious business. Neutron Industries have a file. Nothing they do is against the law. But we have general concerns about their safety. And when it comes to nuclear reactors, safety is everything" She leaned back, a more relaxed pose. "The thing is, the world needs power. Its running out of oil. Its running out of gas. If not now, then soon. And short of chaining you up to a powerplant, nuclear is the only option. So, we have to tolerate industries like Neutron, because they are part of the solution. You see the delicate balance...." "This, Marie. She might help. But from the sounds of it, she is pretty angry. Dangerous. Extremist. Had an eight inch stab wound in her sternum, just missed the aorta. Still needed sedation in the hospital. Calls herself Fallout now, or at least, she did before the sedatives kicked in". "From what I understand, she was right about her cancer. We can try to treat her, but from what I understand..." She shrugged, without any particular warmth or coldness. "Thing is, you got yourself mixed up in something big. Some calling for your head, some calling to give you a medal. Me, I think you should walk out of here and think twice next time..." she said, slowly and deliberately. "But from now on, we have a file on you. A file we can use. Leverage" she explained, politely. "And if we do you a favour now, then you owe us. Which means when we require a favour from you, we hope you will oblige..." ~ Fin ~
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A moderate amount of time later... Freedom City Police Station, Special Circumstances Cell... The room was pleasant, for an interrogation cell. Nice and clean. Nice blue beige colour, soft lighting, cool water, some chocolate biscuits, and some innocuous classical music. Even the seats had cushions. That said, the room was reinforced. Fire-proofed. Lightning-proof. Probably cosmic-energy proof too, as much as anything. Cameras and gas vents in the ceiling. The arrests had been swift, and respectful. Green had surrendered, and Bonfire had heard him start his story about stopping nuclear terrorists. Marie and Cut-Throat had been carted off to the nearest hospital, with a police escort. Bonfire, being a fine upstanding citizen who also sprouted high intensity fire, plus was accused of the not-insignificant crime of nuclear terrorism, was in the special circumstances cell, complete with AEGIS guards outside, and two suits of Super-Max armour ready to delpoy. In walked a short woman with grey hair but fine complexion. Steel eyes and olive skin. She must have been in her fifties. Wearing a neat black and white trouser suit. A cup of strong coffee in one hand, brown paper file in the other. "Good morning", for it was the early hours, and fatigue was in the air, "My name is Agent Dartwood, AEGIS special division" she opened. "I would like you to tell me all you can about this woman...." she said, opening the file and showing a picture of Marie, complete with bruised, battered face, incubated, and unconscious.
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GM Green fingered his pistol, unsure. "You know, I believe you" he said, fixing Bonfire with a grim stare. "So now, it boils down to this. Just how much juice you got left? Enough to burn me, or just to put on a pretty show? Because if you aren't gonna back down..." He swallowed, nervous. "So what have you got, kid? enough to fry me? I don't wanna burn. But I do want to keep my job. Or do I just keep stalling and hope the cops arrive to pick you both up?"
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GM The gun wavered for a still moment, silent in the insidious heat of the melted reactor. One could only wonder what other strange invisible energies lingered. "No...." said Green, unsure but solidifying. "...I'm not saying Neutron won't do that. They have done worse. I should know. But its not my best play" He gripped his gun again, tight, nerves hitting him. "Thing is, Neutron Industries are rich enough that the odd reactor or two won't hurt them. Reputation hurts them. They need somebody to pin this all on, and that means you and your girlfriend. I may add, kid, that on this occasion, they are entirely justified..." "And bringing in a nuclear terrorist, that will earn me some coin. And Neutron Industries. Maybe even a promotion. Shows initiative" he said, firmly. He was persuading himself. "So, a head on a spike it is. That means you, or your girlfriends. Or both, if I have to. But its been a long day. I don't want to fight you. Give me your lady friend, fly away, and let me feed her to the vultures. You walk with a clean slate. Or at least, one less tarnished. What do you owe her anyway? She was the one behind all of this..."
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GM "What are you doing? Are you insane?" yelled Green, pulling up his blaster. But by then, it was too late. Light and heat rolled over the room like a tsunami. Green couldn't see to pull his trigger, and by that time, whatever was going to happen, would happen. And as it happened, Bonfire was not insane. Or perhaps he was, but spiced with good fortune. The metal and plastic of the reactor melted. Spinning molten steel, caught in odd magnetic flux, rotated and whirled. Lights of all types shone brightly in the centre of the inferno. And then, with a whooomph noise, the whole thing collapsed in on itself. A brief dark void appeared, giving a glimpse into a realm of pure speculation, before that too was gone. Green was slack jawed but quick thinking, pulling his blaster on Bonfire. "Thanks for saving my life kid. Now I'm gonna save my career! And that means taking you or your girlfriend into custody to lock away. Hell, ill take you both in if you are offering! Whaddya say?" he asked.
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For reference: Bonfire, 0 HP, Bruised, Exhausted Unlikely we will need it, but still!
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That can't be beat so Bonfire melts the reactor!
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Right, opposed roll please. The Reactor has Reactorhandwavium 10 power. You can oppose that with any fire based power. Remember Extra Effort gives you +2 ranks (and thus, +2 to your opposed roll). You can also use Extraordinary effort (effectively two fatigue levels) for +4 ranks. As for melting a reactor with no knowledge skill, that would need an HP expenditure. However, its also so heroically dangerous, you get an HP (effectively no HP change!)
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GM "Uranium-7? What do you want that for?" asked Green, a fleck of suspicion in his voice. "Your girlfriend stole our last batch" he pondered. "We probably have some reserve down in storage. If you hadn't melted the stair case, maybe we could get some" he snapped, sarcastically. He glanced at the glowing reactor, looking progressively more infected with a fetid green. "Running might cost me my job. But I'd rather run than melt" he conceded. "This thing will probably bring the whole building down, or worse..." he mumbled, almost ashamed. "Neutron industries never have safety as their top priority..." It was a bold and horrible admission. "Damn the lot of them, and your terrorist girlfriend! Get me out of here!" he yelled.
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GM Green was too shocked to be shocked further. "Do I look like a damn nuclear physicist?" he snapped back. Out of pure instinct, his blaster pistol was already in his hand. "I get paid to shoot things, not repair reactors!" Dials wobbled. Warning lights flashed. Sparks crackled. "Where's your terrorist girlfriend?" he asked. "She used to work here, maybe she can patch things up. Otherwise, I need a ton of liquid nitrogen. A minute ago" he demanded, pointed to the drained coolant tube. "And don't blame me, hot head, you are the trespasser. And don't think your little firestorm back there helped any, either!"
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For a moment, Flintlock felt threatened. How dare....? Flintlock had snapped the bones of many horrors, and a few bones of those that were not that horrible. But it was an awful cost, bringing forth mad spirits from Leng or nightmares of the silver key. No, no need to draw on such things, unless it was absolutely required. "Because, me fae witch, I am hunting that which must be hunted. I am stopping that which must be stopped. If Dagon rises from his sleep then no trickery or illusion will deceive him. This world is but an ant, a grain of sand" She put forth a silver snuff box from her clothes. Filled with moonlight dust. "And this is the only way I can find the black heart of Dagon. Leastways, the only ways I know. Mayhap if I had the powder of Ibn-Ghazi, would serve same purpose, but I have not the herbs and gems for it. The only way is the bones of the fae...!" "Ask not how I came upon such, for the answer may not agree with your palate. Suffice to say, it was not without cost to purse or heart" she said, slumping down wearily. She reached in and sprinkled some powdered fae into the air. It sparkled, but also boiled; a deep horrible black boil of unnameable horror. An ethereal line of blackness appeared, for a moment, leading out of the bookshop. "This leads to the ocean, and to the heart of Dagon. A line of blood. And one that must be broken, whatever the cost; for the cost of not braking will be higher"
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ok posted a "dazed" post
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Pitch twitched, feeling her mind grapple to stay awake. She felt like the mouse trampled by the elephant. Grunting and dazed, she felt her eyes swim to the demon. For a brief moment, she could only think it looked like a hedgehog, with the splinters of wood decorating it's hide. But why would such a beast find wood so dangerous? Perhaps this, she reasoned, was its weak spot. She surely hoped so. "Run...run...Billy...I'll deal with this..." she shouted, or would have shouted, if she had air in her lungs. It came out a sort of mumbled half-shout. Her hand gripped the Cantos cane and she tried to breathe in, and tried to focus her eyes, which seemed to be rolling independently...
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GM The top floor of Neutron Industries was resounding with sirens and flashing lights. The heat vortex had clearly caused minor damage but nothing to serious. A few sparks on a few machines looked rather pretty. More worrying however, was the central reactor, a throbbing globe held in mid air by invisible magnetic flux clamps. This did not look too healthy. It glowed green in a blotchy way. In a blotchy, unpredictable way. Green was not his usual cool cold self. He was sweating, frantic, and cursing. If the blueness of his words was a cold-blue, then no doubt the situation would be quite under control. There was, however, no such luck. Green was shaking the coolant tube he had used to flush out Marie and Bonfire, and succeeded in only a faint splutter of nitrogen crystals that evaporated completely ineffectively.
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Thats fine by me
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GM The Royal Buck...The Pool, on the way to the Lobby The normal tune of gasps and cheers and sneers permeated the air as Asad performed his super-theatrics. It was safe to say he had grasped the centre of attention. This of course was not to the palate of some of the rich and powerful guests of the Royal Buck, who quite clearly preferred being the centre of attention. On the other hand, those slightly less rich and slightly less powerful were most keen to gravitate to Asad in order to gain, presumably by the osmosis of social media, some attention by proxy. Selfies and Signatures were the order of the day, it seemed. One woman stood out. Tall, dark, mysterious, lithe like a panther, full of fluid muscles and with dark sunglasses over dark eyes. She had a fantastic figure and a tiny red bikini. And, without a care, oozing quiet confidence, she followed Asad to the lobby, quickly moving so to cross his path. "Amir Al-Misri?" she asked. "I heard you were coming. What brings you to a dull conference on e-banking?" In front of him, past the dark woman, Asad could spy Dwayne and Nikki and Earnest wrestling with luggage...
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GM The Royal Buck, Lobby.... There did not seem to be any spying eyes on Dwayne, or for that matter Merge or Nikki. Just tourists and sunburn. Luggage and drinks. Staff and guests. A small man in a splendid suit was explaining how he would be most willing to take Dwayne to his pre-paid luxury apartment complete with complementary champagne and caviar. Apparently the most resplendent restaurant did a magnificent lobster dish. The man, whose nametag identified him as a certain Mr. Earnest Is Pleased To Help You gave a slightly despairing look to Nikki. "I am pleased to help you, Madam, and Sir...." he paused..."May I show you to your room?" he asked, sweating slightly.
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reroll tough Toughness reroll: 1d10+19 21
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Reflex vs Elephant: 1d20+6 24 Reflex roll (I think you said it would have a significant penalty but there it is) Toughness vs Elephant: 1d20+9 16 TOughness roll (including the two bruises).
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After chat Create Object 11, Stationary, Affects Insubstantial 1. Moveable (35 pp). If it needs to be bigger, ill drop the Moveable to expand it.