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Oh, I like that angle, Rav. Corbin could be doing it as a sort of work study program (since he's technically still in college!).
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Corbin moved at a swift walk down the stairs into the cave headquarters, and by the time he was down there with the others he was wearing his signature armor and cape. He did give Cannonade a smirk when the other hero relented that they punched a lot of Nazis. "I like taking down Nazis. It's a feature, not a bug, as the kids say these days." He gave Nina a reassuring smile. "It's an honor to have you fighting by our side, Nina." And then the awkward question about just how many Erins there were came up, and Corbin scooted just slightly back in a distinctive "not it" gesture. Determined Leader Ring or no, some things weren't worth stepping into.
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Initiative: 17.
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Heh. Well, CT could either be following some historical thing or another, or catch wind of shenanigans or some such on his way to the West Coast to see Quo-Dis. As for Gabe, the only thing that comes to mind off-hand is either a motivational speaking engagement of some sort (Freedom League PR after the rather frightening events of the Incursion?), or some sort of negotiation or another (he's a pretty good diplomat!).
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Hm. Well, it's probably a long shot, but Cobalt Templar is a historian who knows at least a bit about magic. And Gabriel's great at talking to people to root out clues, and has a decent bit of arcane knowledge. I understand if they're either one a bit too high-PL for the adventure, though.
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The man with the monkey features simply gave a quick, slight bow, showing deep respect. Though as he straightened up, there might have been the ghost of a smirk on his face that quickly fell away. "Speak of what, good sir?" The arm is taken, and with surprising grace Arrowhawk found himself being carried on the back and shoulders of the somewhat furry man. The tail, which had previously been mostly wrapped around Sun Walker's waist, was placed around Arrowhawk not unlike a safety harness. "My apologies, but this is the closest I have to a safety belt at this time. I will endeavor to provide a smooth and safe ride for you." And suddenly they were moving as fast as a sports car across the desert sand, with Walker not even looking like he was putting forth much effort. Dust kicked up behind him in great plumes, and Arrowhawk was pretty sure he should have slipped more on some of those dunes, but it was no impediment to his speed. Over the rushing air, the overly-polite hero's voice carried back to the grumpy Scotsman. "I fear I am at a disadvantage, good sir. You know my name, or at least the one I use in this guise, but I am at a loss for yours." There is a pause, and a seasoned veteran like Arrowhawk can feel the embarrassment. "I am very new at being a hero and do not know many other "hero folks" just yet. I hope I have not provided offense." The guy had to be in the technical field somehow in his "day job"; he apologized with the mechanical precision of an engineer while still being 100% sincere about it!
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"We could." Corbin's voice is deep and serious now, his arms crossed over his chest. A few tiny tongues of blue flame lick about his person, burning nothing, while his eyes glow deep blue with power. He glances out the window then back to the television. "I can rig up a harness for everyone, or a capsule or something. It's a breeze to lift you all. I'd go sub-orbital but I can't necessarily make it airtight for all of you. Still. It'd take me..." He squints those fiery eyes a bit. "Call it about 12 minutes to get there, give or take." He glances at the room, his face showing a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. Trevor and Erin might be able to intuit that the football-player-sized ring-slinger is worried about his fiancé, whose team is not too far from Seattle and may end up in the line of fire. Joe probably couldn't read Corbin as well, same for Nina, and Mark was, well, Mark. "You all up for a tussle with space bad guys? It's not Nazis but it's a scrap at least."
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Well that, but running instead. Since Sun Walker can't fly. Yet. But he can casually jog as fast as a Corvette!
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The man who looks like a monkey sighs at the looming argument. "You all may call me Sun Walker. I would be glad to fight against a threat to others. I cannot say I truly appreciate deception, though. With that said, more infighting would be bad." The others begin moving quickly, and Sun Walker himself seems to gear up to leave...before pausing and turning to Arrowhawk. He seems...embarassed? "Pardon me sir, but, ah, will you require any assistance reaching the combat zone?"
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Anyone had any concrete ideas for a Claremont/Next-Gen joint Vignette? Again, Nevermore's going to be busy, but Thoughtspeed's open for one. I have a fallback if it doesn't materialize though.
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So, Ecal, how would Arrowhawk react to the idea and/or action of Sun Walker giving him a boost/ride? Since he's the only one who doesn't have something to boost movement.
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The distinctly ape-like man, who...no one there had likely really heard of before, tilted his head a bit to one side (a gesture pronounced a bit by his rather wild hairstyle). He then shrugged a bit as he returned it to its previous position. Clearly, he was called in as a favor, but not by whom he had thought. "I am willing to lend aid if there is a true crisis looming. I cannot promise the breadth of experience some may have, but I shall give you my best effort. With that said, why did you feel the need to put forth the misdirection that you did? And why did you choose this group of people in particular? Why do you need us?" There was no anger or condemnation in his voice. Just mild curiosity, and loads of politeness. He seemed like the sort who was difficult to "ruffle".
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Sun Walker has no relevant skill ranks, but I'm going to do an untrained Pop Culture roll. Here we go: 3. So clueless. Edit: Maybe Notice will be kinder: 19. Well, he'll see stuff, anyways.
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Over a few feet from the happy couple planning a dance-off, Corbin leaned back in his own (large and sturdy) chair. There was a smile on his face, but it had a bit of a melancholy air to it. Notable for her absence was Quo-dis, Corbin's fiance (there still wasn't a solid date set yet, but considering what his friends knew of the pair of them, that was perhaps to be expected). Corbin had laughed the matter off when asked, saying the Champions were on high alert, and they'd just be celebrating the New Year together. His folks had decided on a romantic getaway at a country bed&breakfast that was open over the holiday, so he'd had no reason to not come. Finally, when Joe finished, Corbin grinned and heaved his not inconsiderable mass up off the chair, walking slowly and purposefully toward the machine. "Looks like tonight I just gotta live up to the stereotypes...." What he meant was only confusing for about 15 seconds, until the music started and the Missouri born-and-bred young man started singing. "I keep a close watch on this heart of mine..."
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Gabriel as standing near where Frost sat, his hood pushed back, helmet on the table, and mask pulled down. Here in this place his identity was no true secret, and it made standing and watching and listening to the reports a bit more comfortable. Right now, he stood there, listening, arms over his shoulders, eyes closed, and mouth moving slightly and silently. Anyone who could read lips and cared to try would determine he was praying. The fact that he held a simple rosary in his right hand and was rolling it back and forth now and again only reinforced that. Earlier in the day, he'd been pacing, sometimes leaving the room to go to one of the "break rooms" with a large view window, or in one of the hydroponics gardens, enjoying the small bit of nature on the space station. Clearly being up there for longer stretches over the last couple of months was affecting him. For now, he knew that all he could do was wait, hope, and pray.
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Gabriel took a couple of steps forward, and struck the floor with the butt of his spear. The sound echoed more than it should have, especially with the blooming plants. He stood there, next to a woman many might consider a goddess of the forest, a man others might consider something of a god of stone and earth, a dragon who may or may not have had a cult or two spring up about her personage, and a vampire older than the combined ages of everyone but the dragon who could probably flash-freeze way more than he let on. There he stood, gleaming silver armor, thick leather coat blowing in what looked like a breeze, except there was no breeze to be felt, spear held in one hand with light pouring from the shining tip, and he locked eyes with the twisted thing that had once been a human being. "The way shall once again be shut. Your only choice is whether you flee through the door intact, or are reduced to ash in our wake." The words hung with an unnatural gravity in the air. Gabriel's eyes carried great anger within them, and he was as deadly-serious as any of his comrades had ever heard him. "So run now, run immediately, and run far. Or die. But we shall cleanse this world of your taint and bolt shut the door you forced open. Count yourself blessed by whatever passes for gods where you come from that we shall not be bringing such fury after you and yours that the pit from whence you spawned is reduced to ash and dust." He paused, then spoke again, a whisper as loud as a shout. "Run away. Now."
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I thought about just blasting the Queen, but I figure Gabriel has jjjjjjjuuuuuusssstttt enough self control to not do that. Instead, he's switching his Array to his super-Charisma mode. And then he's gonna burn a Hero Point for Ultimate Effort (Intimidate) for a total of 60 on the roll. Honestly I'm expecting this to initiate combat, but I can't really dice-roll easily while at work. So, something that I can do diceless wins out.
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Tagging with great determination.
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Tagging for great justice and possible inspirational speeches.
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Daniel considered the words of the other young man, before nodding. He recorded a short video and sent it back using the secondary email account the first email had arrived at. He was not incredibly well-known, but he had figured having one or two means of contact was not a bad idea for an up-and-coming superhero. He had been right. "Perhaps when this matter is finished we can meet in person and share a drink, to honor the friendship of our ancestors. And if the matter is as dire as you say, I will consider my favor to still be owed to yourself, as this may well be something I would have helped with regardless. I know the value of favors." With that, he sent off his own short video and stood, shucking the work overalls he had over simple jeans and a t-shirt. He took a moment there in his living room, breathing deeply, in and out, in and out. Then, in a flash of golden light, Daniel Jeremiah Lee was no more, and Sun Walker, the Exceedingly Prime Savant-Warrior stood in his place, tail twitching behind his personage, face still serene as he viewed the portal. With a resolute nod of his head, he stepped forward into the portal and toward what lay beyond.
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Tagging. I'm assuming there's an active portal for all of us? EDIT: haha, question answered above, I'm silly.
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MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! On this Christmas Eve I want to wish to all of you a Merry Christmas! God Bless you all! Safe travels, safe celebrations, and hearty good times to all! As our forum software doesn't allow direct showing of videos...
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Nevermore's gonna try that trick one more time. Melee Attack: 15. Screw it. Melee Attack Reroll: 11, which becomes 21. Which should hit. Grapple Check: 32, which is a nat 20, which I think means +5? If not, still a 32. Will wait on IC until I confirm if that worked.
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Nevermore >Apex Predators >Tales From the FCPD: Dirty Money >Actions Speak Gabriel (All post counts go to Nevermore, unless they would help round up someone else perfectly) >First Contact >Incursion: Holding the Fort >What's Eating You >Incursion: Stop-Thrust Thoughtspeed >A Little Friendly Competition >Welcome to Earth Cobalt Templar >Incursion: Drop the Needle Sun Walker >Incursion: God-Squad
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Finally, Thoughtspeed returned as more than a blur in the background. The young man was breathing heavily, and immediately leaned forward, hands on his knees, looking for all the world like an athlete who finished a two-mile run at a track meet. A quick shake of his head had the helmet folding back so he could run a hand through his sweat-streaked hair. "Gonna...whew...gonna need a shower after that one. Um." He took in the scene. No alien, no rock, but comparatively little damage. "Let's call this one a narrow win, hey folks? Uh. So, rock's gone. Should have known. Hope he ends up on some armpit of the galaxy or something. I can...um. Tell you what. I'll call some...people I know-" His parents. "-and hopefully the whole "losing a major display from the museum" thing can be smoothed over, amiright? Hey, plus side, the evac went smooth! And the cops and stuff are just now getting here. So...go us." In a slight blur he was sitting on the ground, leaning back and supporting himself on his arms as his legs sprawled out flat on the ground in front of him. "I'm officially taking my post-day-saving two minute break. FYI."