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Earth Victoriana: The Brit Machine (IC) (GM)
Supercape replied to Supercape's topic in The Realms Beyond
GM The elegant lady turned to the assembled four heroes. "I am Ms. Henrietta Wells, of the Royal Metaphysical Institute. And yes, they do accept ladies on occasion, please accept my assurances on the matter. " She wafted away some particularly acrid smoke. "The British Empire and his Glorious Majesty Charles have something of a crisis, and we have determined that the source is not of our dimension. " With some theatre, she drew what appeared to be a Gieger counter, if a Gieger counter was made of silver sphagetti whistles, vibrating tin electrodes, and had a wind up power source. After a few rapid circulations of the wheel to crank the device into operation, she pointed the thing in the air, and noted with an arched eyebrow the clicks when it came to the four heroes in front of her. "An unusual amount of global dimensional meta-interference" she noted. "I wonder if you are the source... or the solution?" With a pleasant smile at Grimalkin, she answered the question. "It's not entirely made of Iron, my dear. Some zinc, tin, Londinium and Victorium. And the seats are made from the finest oak!" -
With a jaunty salute (well, he didn't know what else to do), Supercape flew off and when in position, teleported himself back to his appartment. His clothes reformed into a comfortable set of evening wear ones. He gingerly fingered his bruised ribs. Shields up, next time - as Captain Kirk would say. Damn these kids, he couldn't keep up with them - Zoom or no zoom. He walked into his study, kicked off his shoes, and let out a sigh. After a few moments he started a crossword. Damned if he wasn't going to have a few hours at a slower pace!
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Slick pondered the situation. As tempting as "unsubtle" was, it was also complicated. Who was in the building? what was the layout of the building? who was innocent and who was less so? "I don't know. It looks complicated. Could be a lot of confusion, which means could be escapes, which we don't want. " "If we go in, we need to block of the entrance, or entrances. I don't know how many it has, and if there are any ones we can't see."
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Ok: carrie would know this is very peculiar technology, the design of the car Is totally out of keeping with current developments and thinking Cannonade: the dress and car are reminiscent of 100 years ago in style, but NOT identical - if it did come from that time, it would have been peculiar. He would also know the technology would be too advanced for 100 years ago, at least as far as is known.
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Disliking the crowds, Supercape had floated up above the dome and was now surveying the scene. He didn't pretend to "get" magic.. as far as he was concerned it was just science that defied his understanding. However, fire he understood. There was something about the voice. Gifts? He knew a little mythology, of course, from his days studying Latin at school. Fire was a common gift from the gods. Very Promethean, this he mused to himself. None of which, of course, solved the problem that fire burns and kills people. He looked up. A few clouds in the sky. He hadn't tried it, and meteorology wasn't his thing, but perhaps coaxing some rain might work. Now, what causes precipitation again?
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For the sake of completeness, if anyone can make knowledge (history) or knowledge (technology) rolls - trained only in this case, make 'em!
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Earth Victoriana: The Brit Machine (IC) (GM)
Supercape replied to Supercape's topic in The Realms Beyond
GM As the smoke and steam cleared a little, the lady gave a series of polite coughs. She looked at the two costume clad heroes beside her. "Good heavens, I am in... the colonies? she exclaimed. Not texas, I hope. You don't sound Texan. Mind you, those... cowboys I think they are called do wear masks don't they..." She spoke with an English accent, clipped, and very proper. She could have taught elocution at a Swiss finishing school. She offered her hand to Edge. "Miss Henrietta Wells. You are delighted to make my acquaintance, I am sure. " -
Sorry its starting in FC. As you may well have gathered, you will soon be carted of to Earth Victoriana in an Iron Wrought Steam powered Automobile ala "Back to the Future".
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For all shenanigans in this thread. Silhoutte, Edge, Cannonade, and Heritage have signed up. Spiffing.
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GM On 28th Avenue the traffic was still busy, even if it was past peak rush hour. Horns honked, people bustled, and occasionally shouted if an elbow was stuck out too far. It was a typical day in Freedom city. Except now, the horns had started out in force. Those lights really had stayed red far too long. There was something a little wrong in the air, a smell of ozone, and cheap oil. Overhead, some sparks flew from the traffic lights as they shorted out. Steam blew out of several cars at the crossing, in an almost musical cacophony. With an screeching WUMPH noise and explosion of steam, the bonnets of said cars blew open. The sounds of cogs and springs and lightning filled the air, and smoke belched from the epicentre of the chaos. The smoke slowly cleared, revealing what could only be described as an automobile. It looked like a cross between Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and a church organ, with pipes, steam, cogwheels and various pumps and spinning things adorning it. It was made from finely wrought iron, wheels and all. Stitting at the wheel (and various levers and dials) was a pretty lady wearing a full length dress and corset, with reading spectacles atop her nose, her hair in a tight bun, and what appeared to be a Chinese perambulator tucked under one arm. A few patches of soot did little to dispel her class and elegance.
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"Well, I shall be sure to bee... have then." Chuckled Quentin. He flashed a smile at Stesha. "Beehave...Bee...have. Never mind." He loved the rich complexity of this world, and the tranquil calm that washed over him. If he could rent a room here, he would. Aside from the solitude it offered, it was quite simply magnificent in complexity and splendour. The smells, if nothing else. His senses (and not just the normal ones) delighted in the organic beauty that surrounded him. Taking a seat, he crossed his legs and undid his bow tie, stuffing it into a tweed pocket. "So, what ails, you?" he asked, pleasantly.
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"Why Stesha, how delightful it is to see you" exclaimed Quentin, reaching for the lapels of his tweed jacket and smiling. And delighted he was. Why, his jacket even twinkled slightly. "Of course, of course, my dear, It would be a pleasure. What's the matter? Reverse Parallactic Differentiation troubling you... why, took me a few weeks to crack that one when I was your age, I can tell you. " "And no, I had no particular plans tonight. There was a wine tasting event at LeGrande's wine emporium, but nothing I cant miss. "
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It appears my internet is up and running again, so I am going to kick this off soon with above four characters (on reflection, my brain aint going to handle much more than four!) If any of you want to throw in any particular themes / issues / stories / whatnots, pm me in next few days otherwise I will get this going. Tally ho wot wot!
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In case we do: 1d20+0=9 For supercape: Although I'm not sure if we are in combat time?
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"A new formula for Zoom?" pondered Supercape, scratching his chin. "Well, I guess you cant stop the chemist's progressing in all aspects of their field. But I don't like the sound of the mob getting involved. " He took the heroines number, with genuine gratitude. For all her brusque nature, she was a genuine heroine, he concluded. He could take a leaf out of her book. "I'm not sure I know how to crack it, but that dosen't mean I wont. And, since you have given me your number..." he responded in kind, giving her his own special Supercape number.
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Remaining in the girls form for now - well, why change? - Slick nodded at Cannonade and the two left to Join Dragonfly. Slick was finding the heroines speech patterns somewhat difficult to follow. She had a detatched, inhuman air, like a robot, a genuis, or an autistic savante. Wouldn't be any easy person to copy, she concluded, at least in manerisms. Listening to Dragonfly's debreif, she was under no illusion as to the cognitive abilities of the heroine however. Another lead. Turning to her two allies, she said through barely contained gritted teeth "Time to shut this down, ladies and gents. Full stop. This is going no further. "
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Well, it liooked like his partner in investigation was finally warming up a little, despite her initial brusqueness. "Pleased to meet you" he replied, holding out his hand. He didn,t fancy a discussion on the merits of banshees as a turn of phrase. "Handy ability. Don,t use it right now, though, you might take my fingers off!" He chucled, shaking her hand as warmly as possible. "I,m not much of a detective to be honest. Any ideas how to stamp this out for good?"
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"Who did this to me?" screeched Slick, tears rolling down her face "What's going to happen?" "WHAT GAVE YOU THE RIGHT?" She was loosing it. She stood up, tore the canula out of her arm. The tears were no longer acting. She moved to the scientists bed and stared him in the eye. "I need to know. Give me that. So it wasn't just you? who was it?"
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"Well", pondered Supercape. "One, really. It's just I use it in different ways. I suppose I just see atoms, forces, and things you probably wouldn't understand, and when I see them, I can... nudge them." He shrugged. "E equals MC squared and all that. A lot of energy from a small effect. What you saw back there was just altering the atomic force between some key air molecules. Hey presto, solid air. " "What I can't do, however, is read minds. And I'm not sure we are much closer to busting this thing. Unless you can read minds. Why, I don't really know what you can do other than turn flat and fight like a banshee!"
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"Err... yes... restrain..." Damn it, he wasn't a brawler. He wasn't a young man. Or woman, come to that. He didn't think he had much chance in a wrestling match. Of course, he could restrain in other ways, no he though about it. Concentrating on the air molecules around the youth, he nudged in obscure ways. The bonds between them grew to phenomenal strength until, with a sucking sound from the vacuum, they formed into a diamond hard solid shell around the surprised youth. It took a little concentration, but it would hold. And the glittering shell looked impressive.
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Cape is going to try a cage round the zoomer. Its auto hit, but he does get a reflex save 1d20+8=11 No good. Given its a toughness 10 cage, he won't be breaking out of that. Of course, it does tie Supercape down to maintaining the cage.
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Supercape barely saw the blur, but saw him he did, and that was all he needed to excite a few key atoms and turn the blur into a shining blast of radiation. The youth careered into a wall, stumbling, disorientated from the heat and power of the blast. "Halt Citizen! Your life is in immediate peril if you do not desist. Capitulate now and medical attention can be arranged that will improve your chances of survival!" He was rather pleased with himself!
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NOt sure if this is relevant but 1d20=6 for his initiative Then, the rad blast - which will be auto hit 1d20+4=16 for zoomers toughness, vs DC 25 Enough for a bruise and a stun
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Slick groaned, and turned to the scientist. With her best actress' cap on, she pretended to focus on him, still groggy from the drugs and the smoke inhalation. "You...you..." she murmured. "I can't remember.... what happened? what did you do to me?" she pleaded, conjuring up a crocodile tear for good effect.