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Gabriel caught the poor old lady as she fainted, struggling a bit to get her to the safest place he could (right by the portal, ready to evacuate in a hurry). Then he turned and walked up to stand next to Frost, a frown on his face and his arms crossed over his chest. "Should we wait for Fleur to get back? Or try to slip in now?" Gabriel himself seemed to be of two minds on the subject. On a world infested with demon insects, there was safety in numbers. But getting information rapidly was also valuable. "I'm just worried about what happens if we accidentally raise the alarm while we're in there. This whole place could get really nasty really quickly." He clearly meant in the "actively hostile forces roaming the streets" sense, not the "it is nearly enough to make you want to vomit up in this hizz-ouse" sense.
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Right, so, honestly, at this point it looks like my posting ability is going to end up spotty as all get out for the next week and a half; my home PC's wireless receiver seems to be dead or near death. And of course, work looks like it's not necessarily going to be quiet this week. This coming weekend is going to be pretty full, between a bachelor party (for meeeeee) and a Thanksgiving party, and then other various things. And then after Wednesday next week, even if I work out a temporary solution for posting/internet/etc (which hopefully I can), I'm going to be pretty much out of contact because of, you know, final preparation for the wedding. And then the wedding (mine). And then the honeymoon. And then settling in afterwards. I'll do my best to post at least some in the next week and a half or so, but, you know, life.
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Gabriel came off the telporation platform smoothly, but his eyes were a bit shadowed. It was clear he had gotten some sleep, but was not at his peak. He gave Doctor Metropolis a big smile and a wave of greeting, though. His feet almost seemed to glide across the floor. Of course, any of his fellow Leaguers would probably be able to notice (if they took the time) that he was actually floating his person a half-inch above the ground, almost like reflex. It seemed to help him wake up and move more smoothly, a bit like stretching before a run. Still, the point was, Gabriel was there and awake. He gave the conference room a smile and a nod as he moved to the table with coffee cups and...oh, he had his own thermos, but was still grabbing a mug. He seemed to take a bit of care in how he held it once he had the top off and was pouring from the strongest, blackest pot of coffee into that thermos. It probably looked really odd when he put the cap back on and shook it for a moment as he found his seat, ending up in a seat next to Tiamat. He took the lid off and poured once more, twisting the cap back on said thermos even as he took a sip. Only then did he speak up. He sounded pretty well awake, and his voice had that natural calming effect that it pretty much always carried. "The timing makes it all a bit worrisome, yes." He must be tired; his Irish accent was peeking through.
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Gabriel's face was sympathetic as the woman recounted her plight, but inside, he was...displeased. A few fleeting seconds had him wishing his powers were more...flashy...in nature. His heart burned with a need for justice, vengeance even, and his normal shouts didn't feel sufficient against such terrible creatures. Instead, he spoke gently to the woman. "My name is Gabriel. I've been sent by angels to help you, ma'am. These people are my friends. We're here to..." He stopped, trying to decide how to say this. "We are here to help whoever we can however we can. Just stay calm. If you know of where any other living people are, that would help." He could not help himself at this point, and Frost, GK, and Tiamat would hear his voice in their ears, tight with leashed anger, even as his gentle smile graced his face, and the elderly woman didn't see his lips move for these words. "We're going to find whatever survivors we can, pull them out, and then grind as many of these accursed bugs to paste as we can."
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Will found himself wishing he wasn't on the trip all of the sudden. His burning competitive spirit erased that thought, but for a split second the antics of his fellow students brought the thought to his mind. He pondered his options. For all the distance they'd traveled, the time zone wasn't very different, so jet lag wasn't a huge factor. So instead, he followed another base need, especially for speedsters. "I'm starving. Grub time." With a jaunty, but still friendly, wave to some of the watching natives, he turned and shouldered his bags, heading for the cafeteria in the residence building. He just hoped they had halfway decent food. Certainly more than extruded soy paste or something else drab to go with the building!
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Int Check to aid: 13. Not sure that aids. Knowledge: Tactics: 15. For whatever that's worth.
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Nevermore Initiative: 4.
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ooc Tales From The FCPD: Dirty Money (OOC)
KnightDisciple replied to Brown Dynamite's topic in Archives
Right, so, Nevermore is gonna sneak-sneak-sneak around the house and look for power and phone lines. So as to, you know, cut them. Stealth check: 15. Search check: 14. Okay this boy needs some skill upgrades is what I'm seeing. -
The final guard had been a bit trickier than the others. Nevermore had opted to spend precious seconds observing him, to determine what, if any patterns his observation and movements had. Finally, he felt he had everything he could without taking too much time. He began creeping across the field directly behind the guard, stopping every few seconds so as to lessen the risk of detection. As the man moved about, Nevermore shifted his position, always staying behind him even as he drew closer. Finally, he was just behind the man. He fought the urge to grin. Instead, Nevermore opted to stand up and put one hand over the man's mouth while the other reached down and grabbed his trigger hand such that he nailed a couple nerve points. The trigger hand went slack and practically numb. The guard's eyes widened, and he dropped the gun, which was thankfully on a strap, as he tried to free himself. For his troubles, he earned a punch to each kidney before another arm snaked across his throat and cut off the air and bloodflow just enough to leave him insensate and slack. With that, Nevermore released his mouth and squeezed a bit more, taking him the rest of the way to la-la-land even as his free arm aimed and fired a quiet grapnel to a point just to the side of one of the cars. It took him brief seconds to zip into place and drag the final guard to rest there. A quick application of zip-tie cuffs (like with the other two unconscious men), and he was ready to make his way into the house. Or was he? Before making his way in, he decided scouting things out would be good...
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"Never been good at fletching or bowmaking." Wait how did he get behind both of them wasn't he just standing over there? The terse young man is sitting on a rock in the cave, looking over a couple of shorter sticks and one longer one. All of them are blunt. "Caves aren't so bad, though. Good shelter. If we stay back from the entrance, hard to spot us. Should probably work on making lots of rope; going to need it for navigation and snare traps." He suddenly looked up at both the older cyborg and the younger hero. "No lethal traps." He went back to judging the weight of the makeshift...the way he handled the shorter ones, probably was treating them like escrima sticks. The bigger piece, a quarterstaff. "Need to decide what time to be out and about. Probably best to not go out during the night or high noon. Latter too hot. Former too dangerous. They'll probably hunt in the morning, evening, or night; doubt they're the type to enjoy sweating buckets for fun."
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ooc Tales From The FCPD: Dirty Money (OOC)
KnightDisciple replied to Brown Dynamite's topic in Archives
Stealth Check: 19. -
Consolidated Character Building/Archetype Resource Index
KnightDisciple replied to April's topic in Character Building
Since we're doing fewer Sticky threads, I figure I'll link these here. >Common Ability and Superpower Benchmarks >How to Convert Anime (And Other) Archetypes/Characters to FCPBP -
Skill Mastery for Auto-30 Diplomacy to help the old lady calm down and tell us what's up buttercup.
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Gabriel's eyes widened a bit at really glimpsing the sheer scope of the problem here. And they then narrowed when he saw the death around them. When the old woman came along, he turned to speak to her...and was suddenly in front of her in a blur of motion, having tried to interpose his body in front of hers! But he was too slow for Super-Bee to resolve that problem. So instead, he opted to try and calm the woman down. "It's all right, ma'am. It's okay. We're here to help. Please calm down. You're safe. My name is Gabriel. What's your name? Can you tell us where we are?" He glanced at the others, hoping they would watch his back while he was occupied keeping the bystander calm and talking.
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Thoughtspeed >Next-Gen: Lor and Order: 1 IC Post >Welcome to Earth: 4 IC Posts Nevermore >Apex Predators: 4 IC Posts >Heavy Decisions: 1 IC Post >Actions Speak: 5 IC Posts >Tales From The FCPD: Dirty Money: 2 IC Posts Gabriel >Firestorm: 2 IC Posts >First Contact: 2 IC Posts >What's Eating You: 6 IC Posts Cobalt Templar >Night Rings: 1 IC Post EDIT: Give all of Gabriel's posts to Nevermore for PP total purposes.
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Nevermore just smirked, but had the good grace to nod at the Detective's warning before he slipped into the shadows. He'd taken his time making his way across the lawn, stopping now and again to make himself another motionless lump of shadow on the grass. He stopped, crouched behind a poorly-maintained classic muscle car, something that itself made him a bit sad inside. Removing a bit of that sliver of guilt he had about what he was about to do.... It took him only moments to see that no one was looking for Smokey The Thug, who was suddenly in a choke hold, dragged over the car, and quickly pushed into lala land. His smoke was stamped out, and his unconscious self shoved under the car, hidden by its shadow. Nevermore was on the clock, now. The third guard was doing his job, and so he'd notice his missing comrade eventually. Time for the second guy. The van provided good cover. Nevermore crouched just around the corner from it, waiting for the boots of the one by the tree to shift just a bit... And then like lightning he rushed over, shoved a hand over the guard's mouth, and gave him a good one-two nerve strike. Out like a light. His gun caught before it hit the ground, his dead weight dragged out of sight and leaned against a wheel of the van. The gun was safed, magazine pulled, cartridge ejected, and pulled apart in moments. Now for the last guy...
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Gabriel smiled, giving the Queen another bow of respect. "You have the manifold thanks of myself and my companions, Your Majesty. Rest assured, we wish to see truth prevail today." With a final bow, he turns to the other with a smile. Triakosia and Velocity hear his voice in their ears. "Right, keep an eye on the guards and the team with us. This whole thing seems odd. A passenger plane shouldn't have something that high-powered on it, I don't think. I'll go talk to the crew first, and work from there. We just need to play it cool." Then he spoke aloud (in English). "You all heard Her Majesty; let's head over and talk to these people, check on how they're doing." When next he spoke, the guards understood him, and could be understood. He gave a polite and professional nod to the guards as he passed, giving them a smile. "Thank you, ladies. Please pardon us." He quickly began making his way to where the plane crew and passengers were being held.
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Gabriel holds up his hands in a placating gesture. "Sorry, sorry! I mis-spoke. My point was, I'd like to help these folks win their home back if we can, rather than just evacuating them. But you're right, Tiamat. We could bring them to Earth-Prime. We won't know more until we try..." He watched as the Giant Dragon Bees lined up to go through the portal. He himself looked to take up a spot around the middle, as he was not required for opening or closing or maintaining the portal. He looked to the other human-sized heroes. "Any plan besides 'bust in and burn them all'? If not I'm fine with that, just want to check." Obviously Gabriel himself lacked the ability to catch enemies on fire, but it was the spirit of the comment that mattered.
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Nevermore hadn't really tried to start much conversation up, concentrating instead on getting there as quickly and efficiently as possible. Honestly the ride was a bit awkward; the Talon wasn't really designed for easily seating two, especially with how he rode on it, so it was not the most Kodak of moments. Still, they had both survived it, the bike was stashed, and they were scoping the place out. His eyes flitted between the guards, before turning to Detective Archer. "I've got a comm set in that compartment. Connects to my headset. I think I can take these guys. Layout's sloppy. Watch my back." He paused, giving a very slight grin and nod at the veteran policewoman. "Please?" Assuming she didn't notably object, Nevermore would begin the long and somewhat boring task of creeping across the dark ground to the cover provided by the nearest vehicle. From there, he would take time to observe the patterns (such as they might be) of the guard patrol. Watching and waiting. Looking for one of them to single himself out from the rest, isolated from their lines of sight. That would be the first one to take down. He had time, though. At least a little bit. Certainly enough to do this right.
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ooc Tales From The FCPD: Dirty Money (OOC)
KnightDisciple replied to Brown Dynamite's topic in Archives
Okay, so, this IC post Nevermore is going to sneak up to the house, and prepare to start going Silent Predator on these guards. I'll look over the IC again and flesh out exact tactics in the post. Once it's up, just tell me what, if any, rolls you want made. -
"Won't be the worst I've had." On the surface that was a challenge. But if The Guest had read anything about Aleksander's history he'd know it was a completely factual statement unless he was willing to do monstrous things. And if he had been, the Ravens would not have brought him here. The smile on the young Armenian's face showed it was a joke. Mostly. "Learned early on speculation about training was useless after a point. Still. Curious. Only guess that feels sufficient is something more than just fighting style."
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Thoughtspeed's eyes narrowed behind his helmet. "Wow. What a shock. I am shocked. So shocked at this turn of event. Hear the shock in my voice." Well, it could use work, but that was at least mildly scathing sarcasm. He definitely wasn't surprised. The other young heroes would hear his voice in their minds. --I'm going to start getting people out, but I'm also sending a warning to the Freedom League that we have an alien intruder threatening mass property destruction and death.-- He spoke one last time out loud. "Well, I guess the initial thought of mine that you were a thieving coward proved correct. Good to know my instincts were right." And with a *whoosh* of displaced error, he was gone, racing to help get people out of the building while also using his telepathy to send an urgent warning toward the HQ of the Freedom League, which shouldn't be overly far...
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I think at this point I'll opt out of Little Problems. All things considered I don't want to end up hanging up too many threads for 2-3ish weeks at the end of next month.
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Survival Check: 7. Because of course.
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The dark-clad young man scoffs at the apparent leader's words. "Think I'm hired help? Insulting." Without taking his gaze off the man trying to stand in their way, Nevermoe speaks such that Argonaut can tell he's addressing her. "Mind seeing if you can slow down or stop the others? Bit faster than me. Will be done here soon and catch up." And then suddenly he's zipping across the room and looking to barrel right into the Irishman standing in their way. Clearly he intends to rather directly clear a path.