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GM "I hope that manticore isn't your shapeshifting pal, Ghost GIrl! Wouldn't want to insult them by trying to cuddle them." The young man grinned "And as you wish Papercut. I do hope you agree to come-" "Just talk about magic?" Phoebus looking horrified at the other boy "I hope not! The point of the party is for people to get exposed to things they would never otherwise be, keeping a lid on the magic would destroy its purpose! Besides, how dumb would it be to expect us not to show off at a party?" He laughed aloud. Very suddenly adopting a more serious look he tucked the eagle-headed cane under his arm and went on crisply "Right, dress code: it's entirely up to you what you wear, if you want to wear a suit or flannel and jeans feel free. Mrs. Spannerman would prefer something more formal, I dare say, but mages come from every walk of life, and most of them simply can't afford or create what she would call 'respectable wear'. Just...you know, nothing too risque if you can help it" he said with a note of awkwardness flickering across his tanned face. Quickly banishing that moment of discomfort he went on "General conduct is at your discretion, but please be at least a little respectful of others and try not to antagonize anybody. We're there to learn, not to pick fights. Setting up games or magical contests is not only permitted but strongly encouraged! Especially if lets people strut their mystical stuff. Calling up spirits, reforming space, divining through objects, traversing to the Subdernal Realms, anything goes! Other than that? Speak your mind, make friends, do whatever you want, and be yourselves to the limits of your power!" Glancing back at Ghost Girl he smiled reassuringly "By "Chaperone" I mean only a very temporary guardian and guide. I'll answer your questions and keep you out of any really spectacular mistakes the witching world can lead to that you don't know about yet. Speaking with considerable bias, making deals with those whose Art draws from the fairy or infernal realms is...dumb."

Kazra was Unfriendly, that plus the +5 circumstance bonus of remembering her promise to the Claremonters makes her Friendly.

That hits. DC10 strength check: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4046222/]22. Hrm. Well then. That's stopped her from actually carrying out the attack, but an interaction skill would be needed to get her to outright stop trying to kill Goldhead for being a monster.

"Aw yeah! Who else-agh!" Heraldo had pumped his fist enthusiastically and instantly regretted it, clutching his side and grimacing in pain. Forcing that aside the well-built boy grinned and slapped Young Britannia on her tri-colored back "Great job, Why Be! I don't think i'd have been able to do that. You work as a vet once or some-" suddenly he trailed off, eyes growing distant as he caught the distant sirens mingled with cries of terror. Whipping around the Hispanic teen saw the near stampede for the exit, their cheering crowd a panicking mass! There was no time to lose. Almost before he realized it El Heraldo was placing the Banner over his heart, willing its healing might into the young paragon's bruised and battered body, filling himself with renewed vigor as he said quickly "Young Britannia, I'm going to stop that crush at the exit. There might be more people who've been hurt so I'll need your power to help heal them. But first, we need to get that snakey back to the reptile house." with a sharp clack the Banner struck the hard asphalt, golden power sealing his wounds and healing the crushes he'd got from the snake. Bending for a moment he added "I'll see you there!" and then shot off into the air, racing over the animal pens in a flash and dropping into the middle of the howling, desperate Freedonians. Raising the Banner high and turning the flag a deep blue he shouted "People of Freedom! Be at peace!" as he spoke the flag bathed the crowd in quiet and tranquility, their minds suddenly clear as crystal!

DC20 Intimidate save, done with Will : 20. Succeeded.

Rapping himself lightly on the skull for his rookie mistake, Marceau followed after Rene to the bathroom door. Before the manager left he called after her "Thank you very much! Don't worry, we're not entirely hapless!" Responding to his friend's comment with a barely-suppressed grin, the Frenchman nodded as he briefly took in the beautiful room, frowning as he mentally contrasted it with where he had lived for the last few years. This place wasn't crowded and dirty and smelly and...he quickly dropped that train of thought and squared his shoulders, blue eyes narrowing. He and Rene de Saens had a job to do, the Ministry of Powers, or at least one of their agents, was depending on them to work things out and make sure this man did nothing dangerous and unwise. Catching the artist's words at the tail end he smiled openly and added "Alucard, this is Mr. King. Me and Monsieur de Saens have no desire to fight. Please come out so we can talk more comfortably" as he spoke the tall young man closed the curtains with a whisk of fabric, on second thought he quickly took off his cape and draped it across the window to block out sunlight. "I've made things a little darker, if that helps." the King of Suits said hopefully.

Alright, using Healing from the Banner's Array to try and Recover from the Staggered, DC10 recovery check: 23. Spectacular! Okay, now Flying off and landing in the middle of the crowd, Stunting Emotion Control 10(Extras: Area(Burst); Flaws: Limited: One Emotion(Calm))[20 PP] and using it on the crowd. Using a HP(3 left) to recover from the Fatigue condition from the Power Stunt. They have to pass a DC20 Will save, or be Calmed. A terrible fate! Also, taking a chance to glance around to see what the threat is.

GM The Redcap rebel Rene punched didn't even flinch, though he glared at the artist and bared his teeth before turning back into the fray, rubbing a bruised shoulder ruefully. The tide of battle was now wholly against the Prince and his courtiers. The dozen or more of Parsinkle's party at the tables nearby were mostly rolling on the ground, howling and snapping their teeth as they clutched at jagged wounds left by the rebel weapons, who pressed the attack gleefully against the last few clustered on a table and laying about with all their might, the prince leaping around the dining hall, mostly avoided by those who his wrath hadn't turned on yet, slashing at the heads and hearts of his subjects ferociously! Despite all that, despite the horrors of war in miniature around them, the Fey seemed to almost be enjoying themselves. Even the ones lying on the floor and being trampled as they struggled to escape the chaos while navigating the crushed and ruined food, slipping on spilt drinks and getting torn by flailing weapons were far less upset than any wounded Rene had ever seen. Even the tone was different, with Parsinkle seemingly the only one taking the entire battle for the castle seriously. Marceau caught the offered cloth as he perfunctorily struck a passing Redcap in the sternum, his armored fist bouncing off the Fey with a peal of horrible laughter. "A very nice offer, my friend Rene!" he called happily over the din "Please take this magical cloth I just happened to also have!" so saying he bundled up the vivid length of fabric and lobbed it over to the older man. "Hey Rene! Did you notice? We just started what Parsinkle had been lying about! Haven't we done him just a wonderful turn?" he bawled with a wicked grin. He usually didn't enjoy treating anyone badly, but the fairy prince was a very big exception to that rule, and seeing the red-eyed prince's rage get fiercer and fiercer, his teeth grinding in frustration as everything fell apart, was very, very amusing.

It's revving up the tractor beams!

Does the one already rolled above not count?

GM As it happened, there weren't. The ship cruised into the massive docking bay without incident, blazing starlight only enough to cast the vague hanging machinery in even starker shadows, and the onboard sensors revealed an atmosphere at least moderately breathable in the immense gray bulk. The haggard doors remained open to space, so some kind of very advanced force-field tech was the only obvious reason. The high-flying American cyborg and the veteran of wars on Earth and beyond left first, to catch Phantasmagore's attention with two massive sources of energy. Even at their astounding speeds the two men had a lot of room to maneuver, the ship having remarkably few cramped corridors near the dock and plentiful enormous halls crowded with control panels and dim tech readout screens that whizzed by in flashes of blue. Most of them were smashed or melted by blaster-fire, and ancient corpses lay scattered on the floors. A thick patina of dust and grime lay over everything, and nearly masked the trio of towering robots that dropped gracelessly from the ceiling and blocked their path through a room scattered with . Focusing laser-like green eyes on the duo they ground out a distorted "Intruders! Power down and return to your ship at once, or be killed!" As they spoke heavy doors slammed up to seal them inside the room! Scholar made good time as she went in search of the Heart's reactor. Everything was dimly lit at best, but even in the gloom the lights of sensors were easy to pick up as they rolled back and forth across the walls. And the dark didn't mean a thing to them. The ways around the search were mostly small access shafts meant to let crew at delicate equipment without leaving it wholly exposed during a chaotic fight. The cramped and frustratingly narrow confines weren't helped by the slurping, whispering creatures that had taken up shop inside the superweapon's guts like worms in a corpse. They weren't much threat to a shapeshifter, but fighting them would risk sacrificing valuable time, and the sensors were the simplest of Jeny Frey's technical problems... "Captain!" the three-headed communications-cum-science advisor waved Silvia over, looking nervous "There's a buildup of power in the hull around us, It's not charging any weapons configurations, but whatever it is isn't good. Your orders ma'am?" they asked, one head tearing away from the screen to look at her.

He looked blank "Um...for a dramatic reveal? That's a good question though, they'd want the decor to fit with the exhibit. Nobody'd want an Egyptian coffin to be surrounded by graffiti." Stepping closer the suited boy inspected the suspicious statues, trying to make it look like the boy was just trying to stay next to Cerys. "D'you think these are gonna...wait." his eyes widened "Cerys, Vapeur just said she likes Art Deco, and earlier some crap about stealin' stuff through the Aether. These must be part of her evil plan!" In an instant the well-built boy had his hand over his heart, pulsing with invisible power "I can smash them in a second! But we need cover, you got anything?" he whispered hurriedly to his schoolmate, Subito having just enough presence of mind to appear to be whispering something very awkward in her ear.

And now for the first challenges! Victory/Solar Sentinel: They end up facing a trio of alien robots! Which mysteriously have similar numbers to the Foundry War Model. Make Initiative rolls please. Theirs: 14. Scholar: Stealth and Notice rolls would be good to keep out from the eye of the internal sensors and the more organic threats prowling the ship's innards, and a Knowledge(Technology) roll wouldn't go amiss. Stormbreaker doesn't have anything happen immediately, but the Ages Lost scanners pick up energy spikes in the hull nearby. DC15 Knowledge(Tech) to figure out what's up.

GM The crew froze, staring in terror by turns at the light-wielding alien and the patriotic paragon as they appeared and made their studied and very clear threat. The super was less obviously shaken, but he pursed his lips and replied <"Well then...that might take a little doing..."> Several minutes later... "This is much more spacious than I remember!" Protonik called out cheerfully over the ringing metal, carrying the man he'd just disarmed and winded over to the others, tearing off a strip of metal to deftly tie the Overthrow agent's arms behind his back. The dock indeed looked several feet higher and wider than it had appeared on the schematic, a square of windowless reinforced gray metal lit harshly from every angle. The submarine fit very neatly, standing a few feet above the rest of the cluttered deck filled with crates, control panels for the small yellow cranes lined neatly against the wall beside a broad staircase. "Alright, now I believe you were to go first, Mr. al-Misri? Shield us with your tremendous absorbing powers?" the nuclear man smiled pleasantly at Asad "I will be right behind you!" he let a burst of green energy curl up from his mouth "Let me know if anyone hurts you too badly, or if something looks unsteady. No need to take more risks than we have to." The way downstairs was as cramped as could be imagined, the path to Mr. Motley's sanctum running down unnervingly blind corridors, sharp corners and cushioned floors meaning it was all too easy to miss anyone lying in wait for them. Luckily nobody was quite that foolish, Gabriel detecting the frantic passage of several people away from them as they approached each bend. Always downward, though. None of them were going to give up the creator of Proteus without a fight. AEGIS's information held true, and Starlight easily found the emergency lockdown controls. A simple pull of the heavy lever started a deep klaxon that reverberated through the submerged structure, at the same time a recorded voice crisply began ordering everyone up to the docks, orders followed by approximately no-one. It was when the group of heroes marched into the open central hall of the living quarters that their luck fell hard. Right in front of them stood ten unarmed men and women, each of them visibly abnormal somehow, from fiery eyes to green, slimy skin to a head that looked very much like a black hole. Behind them stood as many Overthrow soldiers, their rifles aimed straight at Asad's red chest. <"Turn back"> said a man who seemed to be constantly vibrating <"You can't beat this many of us at once and you know it. We-we need him here, to give us the strength to overthrow the Old World Order!">

So DC28 Intimidate/Will save. The Soldiers can't make that, but the super might. 16. Nope. Will post IC shortly.

King of Suits uses a Free Action to catch the cloth, and toss his to Rene for a Move Action. Standard to Accurate Attack one of the Fey(+5 Attack, -5 Damage): 30. Also hits, what an amazement. Alright, Rebel Fey 1 and 3's rolls: #1 22. We got a badass over here! #3: 18. Another success, oh my goodness.

Alright TiffanyKorta, Raveled. Intimidate rolls might do good. Even if only to encourage the guys who don't have superpowers not to try their luck. Also, this has taken so much longer than i thought it would I'm just cutting to the base after the rolls are made.

GM Phoebus beamed at Kimber "Shape-changing is a rare art. Your friend is one? That's truly remarkable! I hope to meet them. Are they an animagus, or-" he turned with a surprised blink to Koshiro as the teen hero made his point. "Your magic is quite distinctive, Mr. Papercut" he said by way of explanation "I was told to come here because something like it was felt once several months back, quite by accident while one of the Seers was searching Bayview for some runaway. That and I have a little practice knowing a ghost by sight. Not many of them as powerful as you Miss Ghost Girl!. As for proof of our good faith and intentions..." Snapping his fingers and catching the pen and paper that fell from nowhere into them he went on "Let me write down some character witnesses for me and Mrs. Spannerman. Well, for the mystical side of our lives. Under the Light my name's Phoebus. In regular life I'm Jacob Merchant," he went on briskly, rapidly jotting down a long series of names and phone numbers "I go to FCU and am being ground under the heel of a mathematics degree with an internship in ASTRO Labs physics division. Mrs. Grace Spannerman is part of the city Chamber of Commerce and has been in government for the last eight years. I sleep at the campus dorms, you can find me very easily there. As could anyone else who wanted to find out about me. Ah! Here we go." With a flourish he offered the duo the paper, which was mostly covered by almost two dozen very neat names with impeccably traced phone directories beside them. "Feel free to ask anyone you like about them or us. "

Marceau shrugged "Eh, might as well be a little quieter" he said softly, sliding deeper into the well-cushioned seat, watching with wide eyes as the story went on. Besides grumbling a little as the hatmaker talked with her confectionist sister, mainly because the sight of all those boxes of sweets made his stomach grumble insistently, he remained almost silent. He also seemed to waver between chowing down on Philos' popcorn and muttering embarrassed apologies as he got deeper into the movie. The casting of the terrible witch's curse was punctuated by him somehow downing an entire handful in a couple of furious chomps as he stared in fascination. "Wait!" he blurted as she made her smug exit "Why would it matter if she tells anybody? Who-oh, of course. Magic's common in this world..." He frowned and leaned further against the chair, watching with considerable sympathy as the newly-old woman made the horrible realization. He cracked a slight smile when Sophie nearly jumped at her own reflection, but only for an instant. "Wonder what those blobby things are? Other people who've been cursed?" he hazarded to Philos. Glancing at his hand he pursed his lips and muttered "Guh, sorry..." as he brished it off vigorously on a paper towel, eyes glued to the screen.

Parsinkle: Unharmed-GM King of Suits: Unharmed, Geased, 4HP Rebels(x17): Unharmed-GM Loyalists(x7): Unharmed-GM Rene de Saens: Unharmed, Geased, 4HP DC14(!!!!!!!) TOU save for Rebel Fey #1: 11. Because a helpless old man punched him, he's Bruised and not taken down at once. Parsinkle attacks Rebel Fey #2: 24. Hits, DC23 TOU save: 21. Failed, so they're defeated. King of Suits Delays until after Rene. 1 and 3-7 Rebels attack Parsinkle: All miss! 8-17 attack the remaining Loyalist Fey 6 hits. Their DC21 TOU saves: All but 14-15 fail. The remaining Loyalists attack: All hit! Two regular hits and a critical, so two DC21 saves and one DC26 save: [url=http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4038237/]The DC21 saves succeed, the 26 save fails. Rene de Saens is up!

With a flash of blue light, Red Moon re-transferred herself from energy to mass once again, halting far above the rings of Jupiter. The Farsider peered out from the depths of her smoke-filled helmet, watching the elegant yet massive Leviathans with a dour look. Atraxia wasn't a true telepath, but she had gotten the same dreams as they on the same night, and like the psychics of her race had seen the bizarre creatures flashing into the system. She'd heard rumors about the majestic space whales and seen pictures taken by the Lor on their visits, but to see them spread out above her, large as life and glowing with energy, that was something to take her breath away. At least it would have if she had any breath to take. It hadn't taken long to figure out what planet was their destination, Farside City had sensors powerful enough to at least make educated guesses about how the Lor Blockade was faring. The Lunar Vampire knew that sooner or later some cruisers would come by to keep watch over the exotic animals, but just once, just this one time...'At least I can see them once, if only for a little while...Wait, who could that be?' she had suddenly caught sight of the blue-blazing Solar Sentinel. Sitting with crossed legs in the vacuum, the heroine settled in to keep watch. He was fast though, and in her heart she knew she couldn't catch him if he was there to make trouble. It didn't improve her mood any.

Twisting around in mid-flight El Heraldo bellowed at the crowd "Stay back! Keep away from the fight Freedonians! There's a risk to your very mind!" Landing next to the snake just as Young Britannia's fist slammed into the mighty beast, he ducked out of the way just as it lashed out with its tail to try and grab him. "Nice moves Why-Bee!" the boy added with a pained grin at the woman, wincing openly as the agony in his ribs burned at the sudden motion. Clutching his chest he glared vengefully at Madame Malaise's minion. "Hey Malaise! You remember me? Well I remember you! I got this for ya!" he shouted angrily, his hand shimmering with gold light as he drew it back, power coursing through his arm as he struck the serpent's body with a mighty punch!

Round 3, the kid heroes are about 20ft. from the door. The remaining robots are scattered around the catwalks, no longer in clusters. Warp: Unharmed, 3HP Morsa: Bruise(x2)-GM Net Fly: Bruise(x3), Dazed 0HP Artifizoids(x5): Unharmed-GM Warp is up.

Power Attacking(-3 Attack, +3 Damage) the Giant Snake: 15. Rerolling(3HP remaining): 23. That makes for a DC29 TOU save for El Snako.