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A sinking feeling hit Rene's gut. This had the all too familiar narrative of woman scapegoated as a local witch. But then, there were witches too. And worse. Gallia, for instance. "A sorry tale. And too common for my palate. Bloody times bleeds bloody men. Fearful times breed fear. Such is the cost of liberty, and it was high" he replied, lost in thought. "Then this town is one I should see with mine own eyes. You have done me the disservice of wrecking my carriage. I am sure my friend Father Henri is for forgiving, but I shall be forgiven I am sure for being less inclined so. How do you care to recompense me? Carry me piggy back? Or shall your rear end receive my boot?" he asked, forcefully.
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Carmen had one foot in the city, one foot in the desert heat of Mexico and the South. She liked both. She like an edge. Would Tokyo have one? It looked like gleaming metal, chrome, and glass. It looked like order and control, grown wild and magnificent. "The finest hotel sounds good. I'll try not to throw the television out of the window" she half joked. Been there, done that. Perhaps not done again. "I hope it has a good bar" she added. At least Tokyo had no upturned nose at alcohol. "Lead on!"
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GM "Potentially, both" explained Dr Ring, a slight smile as he noticed Terrifica's affect. "Its flexibility is, unfortunately, it downfall. It could absorb personality, memories, skills...even, possibly, telepathic abilities. It's positronic brain functions in more than four dimensions, giving it almost unlimited storage space, and the networks..." he looked proud for a moment. "But it is, essentially, a blank slate. It can do anything, and it can do nothing, and anything in between" he explained. The asian woman, Ms D, stepped in. "I was hired to help. Information is my speciality. There have been sightings..." she explained, flipping the projector onto blurred images around Freedom City. It seemed to have wandered throughout those streets, but there were several of it going in and out of Freedom City Library. The robot itself looked human, at least from a distance, but not human enough. It was wearing an upturned mac, sunglasses, and a wide brimmed hat too conceal its appearance.
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Rene [maxed] 1 + 2 = 3 Posts [1 Post] [2 Posts] Lord Steam 1 Post [1 Post] Bloody Mess 9 posts [2 Posts] [4 Posts] [3 posts] Pitch [maxed] 9 posts [2 Posts] [2 Posts] [1 Post] [3 Posts] [1 Post] Red Rat 11 posts [5 Posts] [1 Post] [1 Post] [4 Posts] Starshot 19 posts [5 Posts] [6 Posts] [8 Posts] GM 87 Posts [7 Posts] [10 Posts] [4 Posts] [1 Post] [8 posts] [15 Posts] [10 Posts] [1 Post] [2 Posts] [3 Posts] [4 Posts] [13 Posts] [2 Posts] [3 Posts] [3 Posts] Misc Ref Point to the Red Rat Rollover and GM points to push Steam up to 25 Posts/3 PP, Starshot to 50 posts/4 PP, And then push up the Red Rat as far as possible. Anything else (if there is), to go to Bloody Mess (unless it would benefit Starshot or Steam in that order). If above counts are correct: Rene and Pitch Posts to go to Lord Steam (Total 1 + 3 + 9 = 13 Posts) GM Posts x 2 = 174 Bonus Points, assigned: 12 to Lord Steam (=25 Posts = 3 PP) 89 to Red Rat (=100 Posts = 5 PP + Ref = 6 PP) 31 to Starshot (= 50 Poists = 4 PP) Leaving 41 Bonus PP, so sling another 25 to Lord Steam (making 4 PP), and the rest can go to cover any errors I made in the counts or Bloody Mess!
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Priority Alert! Confidential Information Must Not Be Released! "I don't know" said the Rat, hand open. "As far as I can tell, this was a top secret Soviet base. Nobody outside the USSR knows of it, and from the sounds of things, even modern Russia has lost the records. But its a web of secrets, and secrets within secrets. And secrets within secrets within...well, you get the picture?" she asked. "Seems like a lot of things were going on here. Spying, hacking, storing weapons grade radioactive materials, cloning, microbiology..." Priority Alert Breach! Commencing Deactivation! "Pardon me..." said the Rat as her vision faded to black. SLAVE had cut off her cyber-eyes in protest. No doubt it would reactivate them when she stopped spilling state secrets. Unfortunately, whilst the world had moved on from the Cold War, SLAVE had not. "...I have gone blind..." she said, fumbling her hands in front of her.
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Which means argonaut is up! (But bound!)
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GM "Who knows? V3 as gained sentience. From me, most probably, from others, quite possibly. It could have absorbed the whole city, even you!" he answered, without any certainty. "One moment I was working on its brain, the next, it had fled. Perhaps frightened by its new sentience. Perhaps not. What I can propose is that its prime directive is to absorb the thoughts of others. In itself, the positronic brain has only a basic intelligence, but it could absorb more and more, until..." he shrugged. "An uncontrolled and dangerous thing, no doubt. It is also potentially very useful. If it can be saved...either due to sympathy for an infant sentience, or for its utility for humankind, then it should" he explained.
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"Look out! That thing's sharp! Run away! Run away!" gabbled Starshots helmet as the sword swung. "Yes, yes, no, nein!" replied Starshot to the statements and commands his cowardly helm had blurted. He was not best pleased with his hands stupid comment. His AI companions were more "A" than "I". "Do you think we would let twenty million credits walk down the streets unprotected?" he asked the pirate. "The reward may be great, but think of the risk you take..." he suggested, before whipping his hand around to smash into the man's face.
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Starshot will respond: A move action intimidate on the elite pirate: Starshot Intimidate: 1d20+4 7 which I fancy is unlikely to work. Then a straight metal fist to the face, hopefully (Strike 1, descriptor "Metal fist to the face") Starshot Punch with hand: 1d20+10 17 Also not a great roll.
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Also, using Fire Control power (Rank 11) to quench the fires. As I guess there is no immediate rush, just doing that again and again until fire under control (let meknow if you need an opposed roll!)
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Pitch straightened up, leaning on her cane, her body ablaze. The heat and smoke bothered her not at all. She stood in the middle of the fire and breathed in the fumes as if she was bathing in them. The sight of Wayward bursting in distracted her. A rock star and a heroine, wrapped up in one neat package. "Welcome to hell, honey" she said, bowing and grinning, a furious flame behind her teeth. "I'm just going to try and dampen this little candleflame down..." she explained, focussing her attention on the fires. It was a little more tricky to quench flame than to move it. Her power was fuelled by anger, something she had no shortage of, but when it came to the diminishing of fire, that took a more subtle and complex balance of emotions.
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Taking 10 on Pitch's Konwledge (Pop Culture) to dig Wayward.
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Starshot Initiative: 1d20+5 14
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So of course Grunt and Roulette could just burn their way in. You may have other options or ideas. To break in requires a DC 20 Disable Device roll - although you may not have the tools to that, and I am giving a -2 penalty for hanging off the edge of a station being buffeted by winds! (As always, open to ideas or suggestions) NB: I will presume Roulette has disable device tools on his belt or something?
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GM The floating station was magnificent, its clean shiny surfaces and ultra high tech architecture only improved by the magnificent clouds and gases of the planet it floated over. The particular gas clouds, and the ionic storms would make it almost undetectable to vision or sensors. Grunt arrived first, his amorued space suit propelling him to the main airlock with jet boots. Roulette was not far behind, propelling himself in a controlled sky dive. Grunt caught his arm as he made a landing. "Got ya" he grunted. "Airlocks sealed. Comm is down. I guess Photonic got in here first. Don't know how...there doesn't seem to be any damage to the station...gotta get in..." he said, firing up his wrist mounted lasers.
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GM Agent hand could barely contain his laughter. Of all the crazy strokes of fortune... "I am quite fine" he replied. "Thanks to your presence. I doubt I could have *snort* apprehended such a dangerous criminal without your help. You have my *snort* thanks" he smiled back, his shoulders shaking slightly to contain laughter. "That ring of yours certainly seems very useful" he said, snapping his fingers. Stronghold felt a little fuzzy warmth on the finger, for some unknown reason, a little spark of power in it, enough to make her hand pull away.
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Outrageous, and worthy of an HP for both. Round 2 15 - Handyman - Unharmed 14 - Argonaut - Unharmed - 2 HP - Snared 10 - Stronghold - Unharmed - 3 HP Handyman is going to do his thing. Reflex Save for Stronghold to prevent the power ring being teleported into Handyman's hand!
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Mess toughness vs thugs: 2#1d20+10 26 12 a bad roll means, I think, dazed and bruised.
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"Well I wasn't expecting that" said Pitch, on one knee, clutching her cane. The disorientation had been there, and she wasn't the steadiest of people anyway. "I was half expecting to end up in some fiery pentagram, some B-movie satanic thing. But then, demon's aren't like that, are they. More subtle. I guess a lawyers office is as good as any..." she commented, looking around. Of course, it might not be a lawyers office, but it did look pretty swanky. "Coo--eeee!" she called out, wishing she had a plugged in electric guitar. "Anybody home?"
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ON this world, it was hard to know exactly how far "The other side of the continent" actually was. "How are we getting there? By sea? By land? Or ware we flying?" the Xeno was perfectly capably of landing in rugged terrain, even jungle. Went with being a damn safari ship. It was big though, big enough to scare off animals or beasts. Perhaps this beast was not an easily spooked creature, but still... "I wouldn't mind taking in some of the country side and scenery, but I dont want to spend days getting there. How do you get around this planet?" he asked.
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the Mess was taking a few steps back with every swing Machine Fist through at him. The guy was strong, strong enough to take his head off, he reckoned. But not fast. Not fast enough, anyway. Another step back, as Machine fists blade swiped inches from him. "Hey, ya bozo, careful with that, ya might hurt somebody!" he grunted. That kind of weapon was, in his book, not a fair fight. If he wasn't keeping that mystic asleep, he might have redirected his blood powers to Machine fist...see how fast the guy would be with his red blood cells crawling to a stop. He ducked under a blow and came up with an uppercut, but too slow.
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Mess feints Machinefist: 1d20+5 22 feint Unshifted Punch: Mess punches Machinefist: 1d20+10 13 which I suspect will miss even if flat footing.
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"Will you now, you bunch of crooks! If you are looking for trouble...." Starshot whipped up his rifle as it spoke, its green energy firing up. "You have come to the right place" he finished. His helmet had clicked into place over his face even as they left the junk shop. Whilst his gun was happy to zap, his paranoid mask was dribbling pleas to flee, or hand over what they had had. "Do you really think we are handing over that twenty million credit ball that the other guy has in his satchel?" shouted his hand, livid with thought of losing such an item, and blurting out his rage in sheer stupidity. "Thanks for that, fingers" grunted Starshot quietly to his unruly cybernetic hand. He trusted Ana was already priming herself for a messy streetfight.
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Ok so end of month, felt an appropriate place to fin! Sorry I dropped the ball for Velocity, Thevshi. Heritage, if you do want to use the 100% military grade a-hole of the Duke again, let me know (or indeed if Thevshi you do!). TiffKorta made a few indications she would like an encounter at some point. I am in your hands!
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GM Around about then, in Paris... The Duke sat in cafe, drinking an inexpensive thick coffee in one hand, and an inexpensive dark red wine in the other. "<Ah Paris, how you enchant me so!>" he said, tipping his rather extravagant and flamboyant hat to a pair of Parisian beauties who strolled past, clothed in style and elegance. "<Now then, now then...what a enjoyable vexation that was>" he continued in his native Flemish. "<One mansion down, a lot of research, and a magnificent cyborg body. Still, it was rather magnificent, the whole thing>" he mused to himself, scribbling notes on his newspaper. "<It is the age of miracles, no doubt of it...and of beautiful pretty butterflies. I believe I shall become...>" ... "<A collector...>" ~ Fin ~