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Move action: Leap to the ceiling (and stick on it with wall walking) Standard action: Laser Beeeeeems Going to shift this +2 Acc / -2 DC 16 In the unlikely case that it hits, its a DC 21 Tough Save (It is penetrating in case impervious armour)
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I meant post the counter attack
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GM "But I feel so invogorated!" said the Duke. "You can hardly blame me for wanting to be alive, can you? Its quite splendid! Why, I believe I can feel my liver working again, and my gout is gone! In fact, I could swear that my haemarrhoids have shrunk, too! I shall be producing the most wonderful faeces now, I can tell you!" "I don't want to hear about your bowels!" complained Summer. "You will understand in a hundred or so years, my dear!" retorted the Duke. The musical notes flowed across the lurid grass and singing plants, and circled around Bernadette. She could feel their presence as much as see them. Faint to the eye, but quite noisy to the ear, bleating some melody in a rhythmic 2/2 time. And read to pounce!
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Ok! I think that is suitably heroic to warrant an HP By my count thats 3 HP Post your held attack IC and OOC?
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The necromantic dust! DC 18 Fort Save for A Nauseate 18 effect. And! Although this wont kick in until the next day, a Drain CON 8 (DC 18) Disease effect. So two saves each please
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GM Leaning in closer may not have been wise. The golden dead moved. Slowly, with a grind, just an inch, leaning forward as if about to progress on a march. A wheeze came from the dead throat, like an old cushion beaten - a puff of dead smoke, made of ash and dust. And the smell! Was it merely the smell of death, or something with a more nercomantic twist? Whatever it was, the container was filled with the most awful smell, enough to turn even the hardest stomaches inside out.
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Gamma Buzz "I'm as ready as a radioactive cockroach kid can be!" said Baz, puffing his chest. He was not entirely sure he still had lungs; or if he had, they were very stange. They felt more like a hundred sacs of air arranged like a flower in his chest. Sort-of lungs. Thats what you get for being a cockroach kid. "But..." he added. "Ready for what? Danger? But what kind of danger?" He put a stubby finger to a pointed chin. His antannae wobbled. "I hope its the safe kind of danger. I mean, I'm super brave and everything, but I'd rather practice with safe danger before actual danger. I'm too young to die! I got the world to save!"
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Gamma Buzz "Ready as a radioactive cockroach kid can be!" said Baz, puffing his chest. He was not entirely sure he still had lungs; or if he had, they were very stange. They felt more like a hundred sacs of air arranged like a flower in his chest. Sort-of lungs. Thats what you get for being a cockroach kid. The training room looked clean and empty, at least to Baz. He had spent half his life scrabbling around garbage pits, scavenging for whatever. As it happened, he had found glowing green cockroaches, and his life had changed rather dramitically since then. A huge, clean room? Quite alien. He shivered, even though the nuclear reactions in his cell kept him very warm. He samasaulted in the air and cracked his knuckles. They cracked very loudly. "Bring it on, danger room!"
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Hurrah!
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Take it away! 24-Multi Girl, Unharmed 23-Musical Antibodies [4]
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Diamondlight August examined the monster. Was it a monster? It looked like one... ...which got him thinking. "I remember you..." he said, slowly, quietly, as he strolled through his memory banks. "Artificial creation. Lost in transport. Something like that. Caused quite the panic, if I remember correctly." The whole incident gave plenty of sleepless nights to kids. And their parents. Who knew what bogeyman could be lurking under the bed, or in the closet? When was it? A year, two years ago? "What are you doing here? Thought you were still on the run?" He doubted parley was going to be accepted, but still - he wasn't a man to judge by appearances, unless it was appearance he was judging.
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If DL can take 10 (for a 20 result), he will. Otherwise a 25
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GM And so, by one crate... Rusty, old, smelling of cobwebs, and yet robust enough that one couldn't see in (or for that matter, out). That was one crate. It smelled the most strongly of gold, too. Ancient gold, the kind that Aztecs would make idols of, or sorcerers in long lost lands would forge eldritch rings from. Not the modern, dreary gold from which narcisistic businessmen would make towers from, emblazoned with their name in a tawdry attempt to copy the pharoes of old. This was pedigree gold. The crate opened with a fierce groan of grinding metal, and the puff of stale air that might come from opening a coffin. Inside, four golden statues! But where they statues? No! They were corpses! Corpses that had been covered with molten gold that had then set on their burned skin and charred bones!
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GM "Here they come!" said Summer, voice shaking. "The little turds!" sighed the Leprachaun, ignoring them as they flowed past him, trying to chase down Bernadette(s), Summer, and the Duke. There were four of them, chasing down the four. Faint, blurred, not easy to see, like a mirage in a desert. But one could hear them, hear them with crystal clarity. Was it a buzzing sound? or a deep bass? or a sound in frequencies beyond human ears, that still rattled inside the skull. It was melodic, yes, and perfectly in time, but each of the four musical antibodies made a vexatious, cacophonic sound, like a church organ being played perfectly badly. "They don't like you!" shouted the Leprachaun at the fleeing foursome. "And I don't like them!" shouted the Duke, his short legs pumping to keep up with Bernadette. "Auditory assassins, I tell you!"
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Could we have some initiative rolls? Leppy and Fingers will be sitting this one out (unless something funky happens), just taking total defence actions Initiative 23 The Musical Antibodies have partial concealment to visual and olfactory senses, but Multi-Girl can percieve them DC 10 Notice Whilst faint, you can make out the Antibodies look like musical annotation of notes and beats that flow according to the noise they make.[/spoiler] DC 10 Wisdom You can acertain that the antibodies are not fully corporeal; they have insubstantial 4, with the limitation that it only provides half normal protection from attacks.. or none if you have even 1 rank of insubstantial feat. As one might predict, they are vulnerable to sound.
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GM Beyond the Pale [1 Post]
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GM "In due time... promises, promises... you may not break the stick, but you will break the promise... I have heard it before. You will have your freedom, you will have your freedom... the same words were said by the sorcerer who bound me to his bloodline. Carlos Santos! Pfah! At least he is as bound as me, as miserable a consolation as it is..." With a puff of smoke, Tazel was gone. "I like you, devil-cat! Call it a fondness, an admiration, perhaps. But I will be free, one way or another!" It was a promise. Would Tazel keep it? The Devil stick thrummed in La Puma's hand. Unknowable, but alive! The Police would catch up with Juan, and the dog children would return to their normal selves. The Church would be exorcised, and the whole infernal mess would be cleaned up. But the Devil Stick was still unbroken, and still alive! ~ Fin ~
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ECDYSIS'd by Dr Archeville Snakebite 5 PP to spend Skills: 1 PP Medicine 4 (+7) Feats: 2PP Ambidexterity Skill Mastery 1 [Medicine, Stealth, Acrobatics, Escape Artist) Powers Additional Limb 1 (Extendable Tongue, Feats: Duration [Continuous]) [2 PP]
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Go ahead And yes it would be considerably faster
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GM The air smelt of dust and rust. The Lost and Forgotten might well have been literally lost and literally forgotten. It looked like it belonged in the 19th Century, with a bit of bolted on twentieth century to keep it seaworthy. In any case, the cargo hold felt old, the kinfd of old that crept into your bones. And to Luke, it smelled more than that - amidst the dust was a clear smell. Gold! Not just any gold. It had the smell of old gold. African gold. It was perhaps not the finest purest gold one could get, but it was old - ancient. And infused with sorcery! The metal crates beckoned - thirty, maybe fourty of them. They could be ripped apart by the heroes, but that would be noisy. Or Luke could locate the crate by his smell, but that might take time...
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He smells gold! The supersense is not accurate but with a bit of sniffing time he can eventually identify the crate. May take a few minutes though...
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Taking 10 on any driving rolls for a 27. But I feel a crash coming on
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Rev "Shoot! You are a ghost! Well that figures. I mean, I am totally an expert in Ghosts. And ghostology, too! In fact, I am a professor of Ghostology, PhD, etcetera ectetera...!" It was hard to drive and babble at the same time, but Rev was excellent and driving. And babbling. "The Lake! Shoot! Double shoot! Double double shoot! Thats quadruple shoot, right?" Was it Pete, the Ghost Policeman, or herself she was babbling too? She didn't know, but babbling she was. As far as she knew, the car wouldn't operate underwater. Maybe on ice. But she didn't have any ice powers. There was nothing for it but to slam on the brakes, swerve, and hope they didn't hit a roll. And that damn Vampire was in the air! Getting away! Grrrrr!
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Diamondlight August pulled himself back from anger. Was he livid, excited, or scared? There was the rapid breathing, the hammering heart, the pulse in his neck. Excitement, adrenaline. Addiction. He forced his face into poker like stillness, and started ambling up to Aquaria and the fallen woman. Who was she? What was she? Why was she? Why had she been out for blood, and what was with that paralytic gaze? He straightened his clothes, and kept the shining forcefield around his body at full strength. There was more to this than met the eye, he would wager. And he liked a wager. "Nice shot," he said to Aquaria as he studied the limp body. He wasn't quite bold enough to touch her, lest there be some booby trap. "Do you know who she was?"