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  1. KnightDisciple
    Why shake up a classic? There are still pirate ships flying. This displeases the Thunderbird. Free Action: HP to shake the Fatigue after the attack last round. Full Action: Borealis Burst. So DC 20 Reflex Save. Then a Save vs Toughness (DC 25 full), and Save vs Dazzle (DC 20 full).
  2. KnightDisciple
    "We're doing what we can to have conversations with all of our long-running customers about future directions, Madam Vice-President. Summers Advanced Design, and the Summers family themselves, intend to have something of a...fresh start. This just seemed like an ideal situation to be present for the conversation." He gave a small but genuine smile at the mention of the next generation. "Well, I'd like to think I still have at least a few years left in me...but they're learning well, ma'am. So I agree." When Revere not only moved up to the Vice-President, but took her into a physical embrace and picked her up, Ashley saw Alek tense visibly. Callie and Charlie would notice it, and likely a couple of the Service agents with high experience in hand-to-hand might pick up that Alek was not just an air-headed businessman; the movement had been subtle, but it was there. When Revere set the Vice-President down, Alek took the chance to step forward and offer the big man a smile and a handshake. "Mister Revere, it's an honor to meet you. I'm sure you hear this quite a lot, but I do want to thank you for your service to this country. I'm Aleksander Nakani, I represent Summers Advanced Design. I'm here representing the company per the request of the White House. Apparently there's a thought we might have a useful thing or two to contribute to all of this." Only the "interns" and Ashley knew him well enough to know Alek was being anything less than sincere, and even then it wasn't by much.
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    Summers Advanced Design was an old name with new faces these days. The company that had been in a major slump and on the verge of hostile takeover had recently undergone a renaissance, courtesy of renewed interest from the Summers family and the bold actions and presence of their chosen representative-proxy. A young man who, just then, walked through the doors on the far side of the room. Aleksander Garen Nakani smiled and greeted everyone along his path as he made a beeline for Ashley and the Vice-President. He stopped when they were a couple dozen steps away, and allowed the stone-faced Secret Service agents to pat him down in what was becoming his "signature suit" on business affairs, and even indulged their desire to inspect his glasses. He'd assured Ashley they'd be the plain pair, rather than his subtle AR pair. He was accompanied by two teenager, both of whom had simple briefcases (leaving Alek's hands free). Aleksander turned and nodded at his interns, which was a signal to allow yet another inspection of the briefcases. Only Ashley caught the very slight air of tension around her fellow vigilante. She knew he hated having none of his "toys" with him, but they'd talked extensively about the scenario, and it was determined they were better off going subtle and low-tech today. One didn't play games with the Secret Service, after all. Finally, Alek was allowed to approach the Vice-President. He smiled and extended a hand. "Vice-President Kaur, it truly is an honor to meet you in person, finally! I'm sure you know this but I'm Aleksander Nakani, here as a representative for the Summers Family as well as Summers Advanced Design. We're pleased you allowed us to attend this meeting, and look forward to what the future holds."
  4. KnightDisciple
    "If you find yourself concerned about repercussions, then we will do what we can to see you sent away from this city. Even if the Ushers are powerful, they are powerful here, not everywhere." The Raven sounded confident. And it made sense; the Ushers were a threat, but they were a threat on the scale of a single city, not an entire nation. "And in time, we intend to ensure they are not a threat to anyone. Freedom City's heroes and law enforcement take their jobs very seriously, and it's rather hard to run criminal empires from Blackstone." He crossed his arms and tilted his head, reminding the young woman of his namesake in that moment. "Tell me, do you think life would be better for you if you simply continued to work for the Ushers?"
  5. KnightDisciple
    I'm up for working on finishing this. Sorry I missed posts earlier this month.
  6. KnightDisciple
    Micah wanted to just float there and catch his breath, but the pirates had other ideas. Attacks of all types and sizes flew at him in mid-air, and he took several long moments just to avoid being struck. Then, he was finally able to take a few deep gulps of air, and the slight shake in his hands faded. He looked around at the armada in the sky still, and found it displeasing. So, he decided to do something about that. "Remember, boys, storms don't die off that quickly!" Thunderbird bright his arms and legs in close, crunching in to what was almost a fetal position. Wind and lightning swirled around him in a corona of energy, flickering with a few traces of the shining gold of Faerie Dust. Then, suddenly, he flung his arms and legs out wide, and there was an explosion. Once more the storm was unleashed. Pillars of green lightning as thick as Micah lashed at the ships around him, branching out like a spiderweb when they struck a skyborne vessel. The light was blinding, and waves of thunder rolled over the ships in deafening cracks and rolls of thundering sound. Micah might not be quite powerful enough to definitely down the entire armada at once, but he sure seemed determined to get as close to that benchmark as possible...
  7. KnightDisciple
    Right, okay, seems like he should be positioned to hit the same chunk he did last round.... Free Action: HP to shake the Fatigue after the attack last round. Full Action: Borealis Burst. So DC 20 Reflex Save. Then a Save vs Toughness (DC 25 full), and Save vs Dazzle (DC 20 full).
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    Raven gave the young woman a few moments to catch her breath and find her voice. When she said she'd do as he said, he smiled, very slightly. It was not an entirely comforting expression. "Yes, I am. As for what I want, it's just information. Anything and everything you know about these Ushers. Tell me that, and you go free; the only thing I'll ask you to do is never deal with them again." He shifted back slightly, giving her some perceived space. He was more than close enough to stop her from running, and probably even from screaming. But he hoped that the perception she had more room would relax her a bit.
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    Raven III The Shadow of the Doomforge: 2 IC Posts Posts to Judex Thunderbird Return to Neverworld Make a Wish: 1 IC Post Return to Neverworld Never/Forever: 2 IC Posts Guide Point to Thunderbird
  10. KnightDisciple
    Reflex vs Area: 28. Reflex vs DC 15 Snare: 20. Can't catch this bird!
  11. KnightDisciple
    Micah adjusted his flight slightly as Pan sped off. He'd need to aim this just right, or risk hurting and virtually crippling many people. He had to aim, and wait, until just the right... "Now!" The air screamed around Thunderbird as he blitzed through the air. He was a spear of lightning and thunder, and for moments that stretched into what seemed like hours for him, he flew with an aura of raging weather wrapped tight around himself. A trail of new-spawned clouds fluttered for moments of life in his wake, then died for lack of a sustaining pattern. Then he was among a section of the airborne pirate armada. And in that moment, with a scream drowned out by the power he'd called forth, Micah unleashed a storm of fury and power. Bolts of lightning as thick as his own body flashed about in a huge sphere of the sky. Their passing produced blinding flashes of light mere yards from most ships, shaking them to their keels with thunderclaps. Winds whipped about, seeking to shred sails and cast crew about. For a moment, the Thunderbird flagged, just a bit, in the sky. Releasing such energy was exhausting, still....
  12. KnightDisciple
    Let's go with Option 2, maximum armada impact, and not doing Friendly Fire (Isn't).
  13. KnightDisciple
    Thunderbird will use the area damage power in his Array, but keep the area progression reigned in (aka not the full 20 miles). He's going to try and aim himself such that he can go through the airborne ship fleet and hit most/all of them with the AOE effect. I don't know if it's 2 DC 20 Reflex saves, one for the Damage and one for the Dazzle, or just 1. I think it's 2? So 2 DC 20 Reflex Saves; if they fail the one for Damage it's a DC 25 Toughness Save, and if they fail the one for Dazzle they're Blinded and Deafened.
  14. KnightDisciple
    As the group turned to face the noise, an unseen predator moved. Raven, his boots barely scuffing the ledge of the roof, leapt off. His grapnel line spooled out until he landed in a quiet crouch, directly behind the woman who'd spoken with some fear of the Ushers. After all, predators often sought the weakest member of the heard. The woman found herself locked in the embrace of an unseen force, her mouth held closed and her arms gripped behind her back. She felt what seemed like a leg wrap around hers, keeping her from kicking out. And in moments, she was flying through the air toward the roof of the building behind her. There, a dark shadow waited to drag her onto the roof. As she was hauled up like a sack of grain, a voice grated in her ear. "Stay silent until told to speak, and you'll go free and unharmed." She was bodily picked up, her mouth still covered for the moment, and carried to the far side of the roof. "I'm going to uncover your mouth so that we can safely move to the next roof. Don't scream. I will not drop you." Assuming she didn't try to cry out, Raven would follow through and move them to the next roof over, taking her to the side farthest from her compatriots. Only then would his suit seemingly materialize, as he signaled for the active stealth components to drop away. The plate over his mouth slid back, and an unamused look was on his face. "Now. We have some questions."
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    Micah had stayed focused during their trip. He wasn't rude to Pan, but both young men were intent on reaching Eira. On helping their friend, and this land. The time for idle chatter was past. As they drew closer to the battle, Micah's eyes widened slightly behind his goggles. "That's a lot of ships." Then his gaze was drawn to the crocodile. "That's a really big croc. Uh..." He glanced slightly toward Pan, his face showing a lop-sided grin. "I'm from Oklahoma, not Florida or Australia, buddy. I'm not much for croc or gator wrestling." His smile sharpened as he looked ahead again. The winds around him picked up some, and the glow of his ethereal wings brightened. "I think I can help clear the skies a bit, though. Someone should have told them the forecast....High chance of thunderstorms."
  16. KnightDisciple
    Thunderbird Initiative: 12.
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    Micah stood a bit straighter as the Pixies spoke. He knew this was important. When they mentioned putting in work, he just nodded. "My father used to tell me that anything worth doing, is worth doing with your all. I don't intend to ignore him now." At the mention of the Crocodile heading for Victori and Eira, his face morphed into a fierce scowl. "We're not just going to stand. We're going to fight." Wings of emerald light grew from his back, and the air crackled with barely-leashed static. "I'm ready. Let's go stop a pirate."
  18. KnightDisciple
    Cobalt Templar CT Interview: 1 IC Post Post to Judex Gabriel Cost of Experience: 2 IC Posts The Hand that Breaks the Fall: 5 IC Posts Posts to Thunderbird Raven III Family Takeover: 1 IC Post The Shadow of the Doomforge: 1 IC Post Posts to Judex Thunderbird Return to Neverworld: Make a Wish: 3 IC Posts Guide Point to Thunderbird.
  19. KnightDisciple
    The cowl of the Raven's suit covered all of his upper face; his eyes were hidden behind one-way lenses except for very rare occasions when dealing with scared civilians, or calmly speaking with heroes or law enforcement. A dangerous situation like this, they were down, obscuring all but his mouth. Despite the armored plating above them, Nevermore knew that his mentor had raised an eyebrow in curiosity at the Raven-drone. Clearly he hadn't realized that at least one such drone had been completed. The vigilante's attention turned to the streets below for several moments; he was clearly assessing the situation. Finally, he pulled his gauntlet up and uncovered the small tablet within. A few taps and swipes, and both of their HUDs had a basic sketch of a plan. Nevermore clearly saw that Raven wanted the drone to move further down the street then produce a noise to attract attention. Meanwhile, Raven would silently zip down and grab one of the thugs. While his apprentice worked to reprogram the drone, Raven was carefully rearranging components on his suit and equipment harness. A slim plate extended over his mouth, sealing his cowl up entirely. After a few moments, his cap retracted up into a small pack, and the surface of his suit smoothed out. In the blink of an eye, his form blended into the background, rendering it essentially invisible even to Nevermore's suit's vision. There was no sound as Raven moved to the edge of the roof and waited. The only signal Nevermore got that he was ready was a set of 3 rapid clicks on their communication headset, only just audible within Nevermore's own cowl. These criminals were in the realm of the predators of the night, now.
  20. KnightDisciple
    "Pan, do not blame yourself for this. I don't care if this place runs on "story" more than "physics", Hook has agency. If you can make choices that "break" the story, so can he. The only person to blame for him committing crimes against existence, is Hook himself. Don't let him mess with your head before he's even trash-talking to your face." Micah's face fell into sadness as the Pixies declared they were waning. "It may be given to the Elves to pass from Middle Earth, but that does not mean we who remain cannot mourn." His eyes widened at their statement. It was almost a demand. For several long moments, Micah was silent. Finally, he spoke, conviction in his voice. "I wish I was able to help Pan, and you Pixies, and everyone else in this place, stand against the Hooked Man and all his armies. Not to put things back the way they were before, but to help you all survive, thrive, grow, and come out the other side better than you were before."
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    "Stesha, I know you just woke up, but you need to rest. Let's get you home, where you can see your daughter. I'll go talk to the rest of the League. We can keep forming plans. Tomorrow you can write down, or talk about, everything you remember about how that thing fought and acted." Gabriel was giving her an expression that was a mixture of concern and exasperation. "Or do I need to start quoting what you said to me for weeks after the super-zombie incident?"
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    Cobalt Templar shifted in his seat a bit and sighed. "The security team member from Grant Pharmaceuticals elected to aid me in holding up the roof as the rest of the civilians evacuated. Once the area was evacuated-" He paused here, almost chewing his next words before they came out. Paige could sense he was self-editing his wording. "The other individual elected to leave the premises. The rapidity of his exit meant that the structure collapsed. I was physically fine, but delayed. By the time I met up with the rest of the team, the duplicate had been stopped. The mechanisms inside meant that what had been intended as a less-lethal option, triggered some sort of self-destruct. We discussed the immediate situation, and I went on overwatch while some of the others did some follow-up recon at Grant." He scratched his chin with a sigh. "After that, I was mostly just helping keep a lid on things in the city. Midnight helped with the recovery efforts, but I don't know a ton of the details there. I just know we got everyone back."
  23. KnightDisciple
    Alek had remained in place for the last couple of minutes. The man who'd been shot was as stable as he could be now, and the others were, if not calm, at least calmed down enough he did not fear a mistake happening. He closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and listened. He waited. And finally, he recognized the time to strike. His hand slowly reached into his pocket, and tapped his phone screen in just the right way. Within moments, the lights in the room shut off completely, as did all computers. With it being an internal meeting room, there was no sunlight. The only source of light was the tiny crack under the door; it was only enough to see the vague outline of a foot directly in front of it. But for Alek, that did not matter. The criminals in this city, so often they thought of the shadows, the darkness, as their ally. As if a few paltry years clinging to the dark corners of an ever-brighter city could make those places truly their own. They had not been raised in the darkness, all bot burn in it. They had not been shaped within the shadows, forged in the gloom into a weapon. Even if Alek had changed what that weapon stood for, it was still there; it was time to unsheathe it. Less than two seconds after the lights dropped, Alek was in motion; the sound of it was lost in the vocal confusion and concertation of the guards. Moments later, he was between them. The first man lost his chance to cry out in surprise when Alek's hand chopped a pressure point in his throat. The man dropped to the ground, breathing wheezily through a half-clenched windpipe. Nothing lethal, but it induced panic and prevented coherent action for several minutes. The other man was still turning around when Alek's foot slammed the back of his knee. In the darkness, Alek smiled in a way that might make a wolf nervous, as his hands slammed around the man's throat, and on the back of his shirt. The mercenary let out a barely-audible squeak of fear as he was lifted up, then slammed down into the first criminal. Rapid blows to pressure points rendered them both unconscious, and it was less than a minute's worth to tie them up so thoroughly in their "tactical gear" that it would likely the police a quarter-hour to free them. Their guns were kicked to one side, and Alek returned to his original position before quietly tapping out a sequence on his phone that returned the lights in the room. Acting as if he'd never moved, the young man opened his eyes and turned around. "Interesting. Everyone alright?"
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    Carson sagged a bit as they continued to talk. It was clearly a sign of further relief. "I realize that was probably a bit harsh toward them. I'm sorry. It's just....I've spent the last few days feeling worried, hearing everyone else being worried, and picking up non-verbal cues because, well, we all know how good I am at that these days. Makes it hard to unclench. Everyone's been a bit on edge." He frowned thoughtfully at Stesha's clarifications on the being. "Hm. Interesting. So definitely telepathic in some manner, and/or some measure of passive temporal ability. If it puts its target through the physically worst injury-memory, that rules out a lot of us. We'd need to talk to the rest of the League, see who we have that hasn't been as strongly injured as some of us-" Here he scratched his belly, where Stesha remembered horrific wounds nearly killing Gabriel years ago. "-or who have the ability to ignore or heal those wounds quickly. We can't assume that raw speed will stop it. Folks with strong resistance to psychics might help, but I don't want to bet the whole game on that. Once we get several folks put together, that's our hunting team." It was clear that sending Claremont students wasn't an option in Carson's mind.
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    Micah walked closer to one of the ice "statues" he had created. When he saw the mutilation of their bodies, the signs they'd been dead before ever stepping foot here, he blanched and stepped back. For a few moments he muttered a prayer of protection under his breath, before he spoke where Pan could hear him. "That's just completely messed up. And, like, I get that they were 'hooked', which is in theme with the Hooked Man. Aka Captain Hook. But....doesn't this seem a bit beyond a crazy sky-pirate captain? This is, like, freaking voodoo or necromancy or something. I never read about him having any wizards on his team." He looked around as the pixies came closer, and relaxed as Pan smiled. "Um, hi there, uh, Pixies. I'm Micah. I'm friends with Pan. I'm here to help."
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