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Axel had phoned her up. Word was spreading fast around the various biker outfits. Who was it? The Gaschuggers? The Blacksmokers? Nobody knew. Some new girl gang? "Fire me up!" commanded Carmen Canto to the scurrilous demon in her belly, who obeyed with a spit. Her body was wrapped in smoke and licks of flame. Her eyes glowed, and her mouth roared red, hinting at the inferno inside her. Her clothes burned into studded leather and scorched metal. She didn't even need her bike. It was fire, and there was surely some metal in the bar. From a doorhandle to a beer tap, something was in the fire, and something was hot. And any hot metal was connected to the dimension of fire and steel, of endless smoke and molten iron, of chains and grinding cogs. The Infernal Forge. And through it, she dove, straight into the heart of Czarnachy
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brrroooooOOOOOM!
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GM Mere Argo-moments later... Argonaut flew through the air to catch Agent Hand in the act. And so she did; for Hand had wasted no time in tracking down Agent Kawena. She saw him, in the dark, striding, boldly, to the Kawena household. The standard incospicious black-grey suit, with gun in hand and a grenade in the other. He did not pace fast, and did not stroll slowly. It was just a measured, alert walk to the Kawena household...
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GM A flicker later... The lights flickered and went out. A dim red light followed, from emergency lighting, giving the lounge a very spooky feel. The chief Engineer, smoked stained and singed, walked into the lounge, clearly somewhat frazzled. "That's it. Best I can do..." he coughed. "I have diverted all power to the engines, or at least, the ones that still work. We can steer, at least, even maintain orbit. But escaping orbit...that's going to be pushing the babies. Might blow out more, and then we go falling" he explained. "But we have limited power. I pushed everything into the engines. Even life support. You want anything else, we start dropping. Not fast, but...drop we will..." Grunt just grunted again, his armoured suit ready for action. "I came here to collect. That's what I'm going to do. We scan for him, drop orbit if we have to. Then steer this ship to him, collect the bounty..." "And then what?" coughed Blood, a little recovered. "Hold tight till we get collected" grunted the Dog-Man. "I can do that...but we will be in low orbit around the planet. Windy, dangerous..." said the Engineer, who clearly did not like the prospect.
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Pitch ducked under the flying Wayward, feeling the crunch of power. I can't lift the damn thing.. Which was frustrating and vexing. It weighed a ton. At least in her mind. Which was all that really counted. Lifting the statue felt like her mind was being squeezed out of her skull. So she just raised a fist, felt the anger and flame and smoke and fury flow through her, and clenched it, tight like a vice, focussing all that power into a crushing force around the statue.
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Ok so just going for a crush on the Hero Golem: A perception range TK attack except just damage rather than grapple, so a DC 26 Tough Save.
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The Mess pounded away - left, right, uppercut. Dodge, weave, jab jab, uppercut. But he was only pounding at air. "Hey why don't these guys stay still?" he shouted, pausing for a moment before swinging again. Wild and telegraphed, and too darn slow. "I ain't feeling these guys, they give me the creeps!" he yelled, swinging wide again. And they did give him the creeps, a little tingle up his spine. He wasn't treating them light fighters, but like wild beasts out of his childhood nightmares.
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1d20+10=24 for Toughness save - I presume its fangs and claws rather than bludgeoning/unarmed stuff, so thats a bruise. Mess will Feint as a move action: 1d20+5=9 Punch as standard action: 1d20+10=13 So wont do anything!
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Love it, and I can spot no problems with crunch. APPROVED
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GM Lucy Diamond gave a glittering sparkling smile at Yonug Brittania, a tear rolling down her cheek at the same time. "He got us. He got us all. Even me. Tee Hee" she muttered. Y Dderwen frowned. "She always says that. She was never that...stable...anyhow. A tree with no roots, poor thing. A flower in the wind. Headcase feared her. Well, he feared everyone, but Lucy the most. Her mind..." he tapped his own wooden head. "...he couldn't change it, you see. She was immune to his little tamperings. That scared him. He didn't know what she was thinking" Lucy gasped in fear. "He still got us. Got us all. You. Me. Him. He was dying and afraid. And we were young and strong. He got us. Got us good..." she whispered. Y Dderwen sat down, sprouting roots. "I'm not young. I feel older than ever. One day, I will set roots and dream without waking. You are right. The land belongs to men now, to gouge and bore and furrow. The old beauty is gone. May the way of men hold another kind of beauty. But it is not for me. And yet...yet there is strength left in root and branch and rock and earth" he said defiantly. "I don't know where Headcase is. Champion, he fled, fled far. The Faroe Islands. Cold, bleak, and distant..."
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GM Ulysses slumped to the floor, out cold, dropping Annie with her, who crawled out of the powerhouses grip. She pulled her gun free, and pionted it at Synapse. "Why? Why did you do that?" she asked, disorientated from both the fall of Ulysses and the words of Synapse. "Are you a sister in the struggle?...you don't need to be a slave anymore, sister....you have the gifts of a guru, a psychic, a medium...use them! Tear down this oppressive civilization! We don't need anyone to tell us what to do! Let civilization burn, like Rome!" She struggled up, rivet gun in her hand, but less than clear what to do. She had it pointed at Synapse, but it seemed half hearted at best.
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GM Knock knock...Knock.........Knock....Knock A simple enough percussive pattern, even for the unmusical. A slight scattering of rust ended up on Foreshadow's fingers. A resounding ring. A creak. A pause... The door opened slowly, with two men behind it. Armed with Assault Rifles. Armed and Ready....A hail of bullets slammed from flashing barrels, crack crack crack crack....tearing into Zaki, Foreshadow, and Synapse... But not yet. As the door started to open, grinding and groaning, slow and heavy, Foreshadow got a glimpse of the future, or one possible future...
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"Dont ask me, I'm no Nuclear Physicist" replied the Rat. "I studied art and philosophy at university. And that was fifty years ago. And I was kicked out after a year" she added, to emphasise the point. "Thing is, I don't exactly know everything about this safehouse. Like, how did they build it on Freedom City under the noses of everyone?" she wondered aloud. She could only explain it via some Superhero power. She could only hope that whatever power was used was now either too old or two dead to resurface. "As far as I know, nobody knows it is here. Except, presumeably, the people who put it there in the first place. But that may have been decades ago. If you dig deep enough in the Kremlin vaults, you may get an answer. But I don't think many people have that kind of pull. Probably not even the people who worked in the Kremlin" After all, Bureaucracy was everywhere.
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Ok for Ulysses complication, i.e. Being overcome, I am awarding an HP to both! So for reference: Synapse Unharmed 2 HP Ulyssess Bruised, Injured 1 HP
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GM "Prosperity? Prosperity? Man should be free. The nut, the bolt, the spanner, the wrench...these should be the tools of men, rather than men be slave to the tools!" she said, wriggling without the slightest effect. "What matter prosperity? No, I spit on it! I spit and spit again! India shall be free of the wretched English, Woman shall be free of man! No government! No leader! No army! No sword or musket! Tis the only way to truly live!" she shouted, red cheeked with fury. "My wretched father cared nothing for my mother, only his precious England, only his precious Empire! He broke her heart and killed her, as surely as he had put knife 'twixt rib! No, 'tis time to break all rules, rend all laws, and tear all chains!" she said, shouting with ferocity and conviction, with little room for debate on the matter.
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GM The last strike spun the Duke around full circle, seeing stars...he came down in a shower of sparks, on one knee, face hung. "Impossible! Impossible! This body has the strength of a hundred men! It was charged, charged beyond my hopes and expectations by your speedy friend. I won't be beaten...I won't! not this body! years of work, of painstaking research, experimentation, trail, and error...then to plan...to get your friend here, to speed it up..." He shook is head. "As pretty as your butterfly wings are, my pretty, I shall have to pluck them! You are a wild, feral thing. To see you is to delight, but from afar, I think, yes, from afar. You were not in my plan, my delicate little flower. How foolish I was, mayhap blinded by your sparkling!"
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Ok, lets pull out of combat because she cant beat that, in fact she cant even stop becomming totally helpless!
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So corrected! Thanks Thev! Which means Ulysses is up!
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1d20+13=17 Another Bruise, another daze! Post awaaaay!
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Ok with Velocities speed I think she can devour the library in a second! So lets say Robert is at the very least stabilised. Grimalkin is up!
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GM A quick securing later... Whatever else the Deep Walker had, a lock up it did not. The best that could be done was an airlock on the strange vessel. This was not as bad as it sounded; said airlock also functioned as a depressurisation chamber. It was secure, and tight. Creeping around the walker was a dark affair. Lights flickered, and a few inches of water were everywhere along the steel corridors. It had the feeling of a cold, dark, cave. Something ominous and claustrophobic about it. The multitude of doors everywhere did not help one bit, each one thick and heavy, able to withstand flooding. But, thankfully, large as the Walker was, it was far from gigantuan. It was a small walk to the Bridge, and all roads seemed to lead to it, a large room, at the "front" of the Walker, with thick maxi glass peering out to the desolate ocean depths. Floodlights illuminated the path of the walker ahead. Flickering lights and semi functioning controls were littered more liberally here. It was empty though, bar the captains chair. A man sat their, in shadow first of all, muttering to himself. Then, the chair spun round. Tsunami recognised him at once. He looked up, fear in his eyes, his face haggard. He was an man approaching his later years, white haired, experienced eyes, and a scar or two. A lean man, but leaner now, almost emaciated, with a hollow terror in his eyes. "Don't come closer!" he muttered to the group of heroes and marines. "This all wrong, so terribly, terribly wrong..."
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GM The Huntsman's shoulder split asunder under Skaeres Jaws, tearing muscle and sinew. His linen suit was not only torn from fang, but stained with blood. "Aaargh!" he said through gritted teeth. "I have been bitten before, she-wolf! And no doubt bitten again! It...it just adds to the fury of the hunt..." he said, sagging in strength slightly as the teeth sank in. Perhaps, now, the realisation that he had bitten more than he could chew...the beginnings of doubt...crept into his so far fearless mind. "What will you do then? Tear me asunder? Let the soil and roots feed on my blood and marrow? or is that a feast that you will savour, you cannibal!" he challenged.
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1d20+4=18 For his Toughness Save which would make him either bruised, or more likely bruised and injured (if you are lethal damage!) If you could answer that question and throw me a grapple roll.. his is 1d20+12=13...well, you cant fail!
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"That's right Mister" said the Hound, politely. A slight tingle went up his spine at the name. It sounded just like the name of a Mafia Boss. And, being a paranoid fearful fellow, he couldn't help but imagine that the reason it sounded just like the name of a Mafia Boss, was because it was the name of a Mafia Boss. "It sure is a swell place you got here Mister Vendetti. Really classy. I always loved horses, and the races" he lied. "Jerry here, well, he was kind enough to give us a tour of the place. Very impressive, Mister Vendetti, real impressive" he said, adjusting his tie to no avail. "Sorry about Mister Tony. He sounded like a stand up guy. Real sad what happened" he said, shaking his head.
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GM The children needed little encouragement to take the money. And little encouragement to run away as fast as their little legs could carry them, arguing about what to do with the unexpected windfall. Tell their parents? Buy food? Buy Ice Cream? The choices were endless and the first option was sure to loose out. The sun was rising now, warming the Nile and the stones and the concrete. It was a beautiful sight, all else said, although driving through the night was a tiresome business, fuelled by adrenaline and excitement. Zaki looked most tired, at his age staying up all night took its toll on him. He had a slightly grumbled haggard look to his eyes. "Here we are then, just as I thought. And protected by some local myth. I would not be surprised if it was just that, a constructed myth to scare away those who would knock on door..."