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1) It's the address right down the street from Sue/Acinonyx's old apartment. 2) The stuff that had been asked about would make mostly low-voltage equipment, wholly unlike the mini public announcement or transformation gizmos. It requires a bare minimum current of 20 volts, can catch and transmit radio waves and microwave at a distance of six miles, or could redirect or block such transmissions along with other electric currents. Whatever it's for, it could potentially black out a significant area of the city. It would need to be physically connected to whatever the current's running through however. 3) ArcheTech has relatively little for such things as mass transformed humans. The Freedom League on the other hand has plenty of resources for holding people in such situations, including a small wing at the Hanover Zoo! 4) They can be helped same way as in #3. Dr. Simian has done some terrible things!

Alright, Round 13. Glow: Bruise(x2). Staggered, Pinned, Fatigued, 4HP Nephilim: Bruise(x1)-GM Warp: Bruise(x1), Dazed, 2HP Glow is up!

GM Nephilim was, for all of a second, truly surprised as Kat's foot slammed into him and her yell of fury rang through the air. Glancing back at her, Kat saw the strange, inviting gleam in his eyes flicker before he snickered at her in contempt. "Well, all right" he said in a voice dripping sarcasm as the towering small god removed one hand from the bundle of tentacles that covered Glow. "She needs some space. But you don't" he went on as he abruptly stepped backwards and slammed his powerful free arm into Warp's mouth, smashing the young mutant into the pavement! The impact cracked through the air, and turning to look at her fully the white-clad man thundered, the thin voices in her head shrieking echoes "You can't hurt me! You can't even fight me, and those peop-wait.You're too rattled for that to work" he said with a weary sigh as he passed a now blood-spattered hand over his face. His gloved fingers cracked open as a gray eye stared out at the telekinetic. It dropped away as Nephilim looked fondly at her "Now, where were we...ah yes! I was beating you to a pulp!" "Oh, looks like that other one came back" the fiery speedster paused to observe his boss for a moment, a faint clicking sound sent his attention right back to Nikki Hawthorne, who had paused with her hand on a drawer, smiled pleasantly up at him and offered "Stuck" "Get it open" the bald man snapped, leaning against the desk, ignoring everything but the woman searching through her files, unaware of what the click really had been. Mz. Hawthorne had retrieved a stun gun. Raising Glow high above him, Nephilim's gray eyes sparkled in the light reflecting from the shattered windows. "I can feel within you the grinding of bone, the slow leak of cut flesh. It is painful, isn't it?" he asked with an almost kindly look at the captive telekinetic "I know how that feels, let me ease that for you". The tentacles wound tightly around her suddenly shifted, loosening ever so little. As the inhuman limbs moved against Glow's shielded form, the deadening sensation of anesthesia began settling over her, the iron grip of the little god's arms fading along with the pain throbbing from her injuries. At the same moment, light around the three of them began to shrivel into a gray twilight that was swiftly turned to inky darkness. Something that suffocated and consumed the light blazing down from the pale winter sun. "Better you don't feel it, can't have you distracted from what's about to happen." the lovely man said as he glanced up at the incoming members of the FLI. A sudden look of irritation passed over his face "Marduk, you better not have forgotten how to cross dimensions again" he grumbled, crossing his arms and tapping a white-shod foot on the broken Plaza...

Round 12. Glow: Bruise(x2), Staggered, Dazed Pinned, Fatigued, 4HP Nephilim: Bruise(x1)-GM Warp: Unharmed, 3HP Nephilim frees an arm, and punches Warp: 28. Hits, DC28 Toughness save for her. Also using Intimidate as a Move Action 27. so a DC27 Will/Intimidate etc save to resist demoralization. EDIT: Actually, that's a DC23 save. Apologies.

After two hours of making his hurried way from tech store to consulting office and back again, the King of Suits returned to the intersection, swooping down with a swirl of his cape as he loped over to Jubatus. Watching with deep admiration as the altered man helped the newly-transfigured Freedonians go through the new steps of adjusting to their bodies, Marceau hesitated only a moment before approaching, calling out "My friend! I have made the rounds of your acquaintances! I must say they were quite helpful" smiling broadly he took off a glove and produced a small green notepad, inspecting it briefly as he muttered "If a little uninterested in saying more than what's necessary..." Looking back up the lean young man said, dodging a small band of canines walking crazily on their hinders with laughs and grunts of pain "783 Allen St. The person or persons asking about these parts apparently was deeply concerned with how customizable and modifiable they were, and their resistance to oxidation and submersion. Seems likely to indicate we're dealing with somebody who moves and works in the sewers, or perhaps something in the river" a roll of his eyes "Or else they just have a very bad time with their plumbing. Either way they must have a great many electronic and mechanical tools about the place." Glancing around the crowded streets at the cage, he gestured with a dark hand "What about them, Jubatus? Probably best to get everyone under care as quick as we can...ugh" he winced and rubbed his cowled forehead "Now I think of it? Spectacular. Anyway, yes, shall we call ASTRO Labs, the Atom Family? Freedom League?"

For his part Marceau was being much more discriminate about his eating and drinking habits in Faerie. He joined in with the games as they roiled past him, and sang the songs after a few bars had passed and he could follow the tune, but he had made sure not to let any bites of food or mouthfuls of wine past his lips. At the prince's exhortation however, he hastily seized at a platter of roast deer, neatly slicing off a(very small) portion of the beast and dropping it onto his plate along with a tangle of brilliant fruits and a several sheaves of delicate and hearty vegetables that glittered in the ruddy gloom. Setting vigorously into the spread, the lean Frenchman smiled a little gleefully at René's words. He was sure that soon Parsinkle would have the same feeling as one belatedly getting a joke. When he had a mouth mostly free of fairy food, the King of Suits added "If my friend doesn't want the gift, I'll take it! We've been having a wonderful time, your Grace. The rescue of our people, the chance to tour your mighty abode and to see the corners of your world too often ignored is one we won't forget." "Tell me, O prince" he added carefully, watching their host like a hawk "How did you get to be so powerful? Are you the only child your parents have?"

GM "That could be a good plan, boy!" Septissmerus agreed with his booming voice "Go forth, and do your thing!" Turning to the others he added "I am sorry for doubting you, children! And Princess of course" he added blithely to Kazra, who gritted her teeth. Gesturing to Myrmidon he called out "The Frumentarii will do their best to aid you in defeating this menace! Naturally I would beseech you to be discrete, but as this matter has progressed this far I can only ask that you cause as little panic as you can. Brothers, what do you think?" he asked the other senators brightly as the two who had carried the Serpent Man to the guards returned, wiping off the bloody water from their arms with their toga sleeves. After a brief huddle the Romans extended their arms and answered "Ave, Commilitones!*" "Well that settles it! We shall prepare to repel this savage invasion. Make what arrangements you need, your glowing boy has a speedy errand to do" he added, with a meaningful eyebrow waggle at the word 'speedy'. Waving a brawny arm the Princeps marched off for the exit. "I have things to attend to. Vale!" *"Hail, comrades!"

GM The bus arrived at the Claremont Academy bus stop just as the sun had sunk below the horizon. Kat and Subito were dropped off with minimal pomp by the driver, who gave them a brusque "G'night" before the doors folded neatly shut, and he sped off into the deepening twilight with the rest of his sleepy passengers. The gates were opened without delay for them, and soon the pair had trekked across the snow-dusted quad to the neat gravel path leading to their respective dorms. Parting quickly as they walked back to their rooms, darting up stairs and down wooden halls to reach their blessedly warm rooms and cozy beds, one fact rose to their minds before they drifted off to sleep, the evening's heroism having reminded both that for all the evils that had happened, they were still there. Still there to do what good could be done to make sure that evil would never truly win.

"Battles never end when you want them to, comrades!" gurgled Wave-Eye as the mighty triton let the conch fall at his side, beginning to run. His footfalls sent tremors through the ground, and his voice rose to a hissing roar as he ran into the warehouse "If you want, we'll leave these ones alive for a rematch Spider!" he called over to Silver Spider, leaping up into the sphere of water with a titanic splash, hurling his spined arm forward as he rocketed into the last conscious Deep One, and impacting it with an audible *WHAM*, leaving a series of fine cuts on their face and jaw. Carried forward by the momentum of his attack, Wave-Eye glanced in triumph at his foe...and shrugged as he saw them grip the side of their head and vigorously shake themselves. Laughing raucously, the triton clapped his hands, the blood caught on his fist dispersing through the water to join the red ribbons "Good! You're sturdy. Now, for that piece of Dread Leviathan you're trying to attack these surfacers with..." he turned his bottomless black eyes to the pool, claws grabbing for the conch. Every ropelike muscle in his red body tensed in anticipation.

"Can" doesn't mean they can do so painlessly, or without some other ill effect. Could be like an adrenaline rush in people, where it lets them go beyond their normal limits but has a lot of risks in the wild. Moya's(and other Leviathan's) starburst for example is totally unpredictable, so the crew couldn't use it to get out of all their problems. Maybe they have a powerful bond between them that discourages them from jumping away from the herd? Or they might be tricked like any animal into fighting a battle they can't win.

Maybe a little addition to make clear that she's dodging between mystic fireballs. Otherwise it's fine. No worries about the delay!

El Heraldo felt anxiety gnaw away at him as the land curved far below, and the vast Caribbean approached mile by slow mile. He had left as fast as he could, an attack like this meant there was no time to waste! Flying at top speed sent the wind roaring in his superpowered hearing. He slammed through clouds like gray ramparts and soared past fluffy white islands. At any other time he would have noticed them. The languid beauty of flight was replaced by a cold mechanism hurling him to where he needed to be. The cold high air that rustled his resplendent costume and streamed the magnificent Banner in his hand out behind him was impossible for him to feel anyway, but he paid it even less attention than usual. For a moment, as the patriotic paragon angled his flight to match the far-off rocks whose pattern he knew by heart, he wondered why the world around him felt so vague, so unreal...and scowled. The answer was obvious! Atlanteans were attacking the lands of his birth and might, storming the capital! Who wouldn't feel like the world was wrong? Shaking his head vigorously, he suddenly felt the hat on his head, stroked the brim and then evaporated it to gold mist. It wouldn't help him do his heroic duty, and now was the time for heroes! "I'll save you all. I'll stop them!" he whispered, doing his best to ignore the contemptuous whispers. Save them? Not if the Atlanteans use tactics, brute. Not if you're so weak. Not if you're so slow...

Starting backwards at the wet *crack* as the lizard man slammed into the wall and fell into a bloodied heap, the young paragon was momentarily lost for words. Blodeuwedd's skill at coming up with solutions to the seemingly impossible was something Subito deeply admired, but even he hadn't thought the serpentine spy would drop his disguise so fast! Quickly getting a hold of himself, the muscular teen stepped forward, waving a hand at the unveiled spy he proclaimed "Behold! One of the Serpent People in the highest place of your government! Do you still doubt our claims, Brotherhood? If so, just ask Mr. Snakeface!" he folded his powerful arms across his chest and looked challengingly at the Romans, neatly puffing a few stray curls from near his eyes. Glancing at Giang and Cerys he added with a sheepish grin on his handsome face "Thanks a lot. Next time I'll remember to just punch the bad guy when I see 'im, don't worry!" Turning to the Senators with especial attention to the Princeps he went on "We heard your army's been side-tracked, that they're stuck out in the jungle 'cause they saw a bunch of Incans? If you want, I can go get those guys for ya and bring back the horn of that ultra-dino that you think is a mirage. I can go fastest an' speak Latin," he pointed out to the others "we can't let a whole buncha Romans who want to attack Viracochasuyuns wander around, that'll totally screw everythin' up!" Blushing slightly and glancing out a nearby window he mumbled "And this conspiracy thing is pretty much over my head." With a flourish and distant shout of greeting, the Bandera appeared in his hand and he let the pommel drop to the stone floor. The flag of Puerto Rico rustled and flapped in an otherwise nonexistent wind, its strong young bearer glistening gold at the edges.

Giving the departing trio a quick wave Subito watched them go, saying "Seem like some great guys! Well, besides Gertrude who's a girl, I mean..you know what I mean!" he added hastily, remembering all too well what similar missteps had got him. Darren's smile was infectious even when diminished, and the muscular boy grinned eagerly as he plopped down onto a desk "You can't fool us, Darren. I've seen you, all the time workin' like an academic fiend. Three pages each seems pretty simple, yeah! Just gotta figure out what to focus on, and I bet those guys'll have tons of ideas!" Leaping back up and off the desk he set off down the hallway for the stairs "'Kay, I'm gonna go real quick and check out the library for stuff on space invasions. Got about fifteen minutes until next class, should be enough time to scan for somethin' good. I'm thinkin' the first time the Exodizers showed up and tried to con us out of Earth might be a good place to start, what d'you guys think?" He asked as he dropped in between them, beaming excitement.

So, Grans, how do you want to play this fight?

DC25 TOU save: 8! Knockback result is 12, so Goldenhead is sent crashing into the wall behind him. He is extremely unconscious right now.

"We're just glad to have been there and able to help!" King of Suits replied as he shook the captain's hand vigorously. He gestured respectfully to the haz-mat suited heroine nearby, adding "And Catalyst did most of the work. I just helped. Bon nuit, and see you later captain" he added with a friendly wave as the officer got in the truck and drove off. Looking around at the bright city streets, the vigilante thoughtfully dusted off his costume and relaxed visibly. With a rustle of rubber soles on the harsh asphalt sidewalk he walked over to Catalyst and nodded gravely. "So..." his face lit up with a brilliant smile "All's well! We won, rescued the prisoners, and saved God knows how many people from a toxic death! I hope those poor Grue get the help they need. I should try to visit Hunter sometime, it's awful being alone like that" he said with a momentary lapse of cheer. Offering Jasmine his hand after removing a glove he said "I hope we cross paths again, Catalyst. And that next time I can be of better help to you. Here," he handed her a small transmitter "just press that little button with the crown and I'll be alerted. It activates a tracer so I can go right to you. And yes I'll try to get a phone" he rolled his startling blue eyes "it might take a while before I can afford it though, maybe a few months. I have...a lot of expenses" Marceau glanced away for a second, more than a little sheepish. Squaring his shoulders and clearing his throat, the lean young man gave the Chemist Champion a brisk and polite hug, and took out his grapple gun. "A good night to you as well, Catalyst!"

Letting him go, Subito muttered "Sorry. I should stop talking." He waited for a while in silence, offering "Um...anything I can do to help? Shouldn't have talked about that." He didn't expect there would be much, especially because he hadn't much experience consoling people with deep scars. 'So. Any advice? Be quiet, gentle, and supportive. Be the kind of friend you would want right now Alright. I'll do my best I am sure you will' He rocked slightly back and forth on his heels, hands clasped behind his back, the sturdy boy looking suddenly very young.

GM Glow's powerful shield blazed like a green sun, forcing the inhuman limbs away inch by painstaking inch from her, getting a surprised grunt from Nephilim, who hadn't expected such a powerful mind in somebody so young. Casting aside a moment of doubt he narrowed his warm eyes, set his jaw and focused all his strength and the flawless bronzed body that housed it into regaining his monstrous grip! "You're nowhere near strong enough to beat me" he growled "How about you surrender? You can even stay in one piece..." Meanwhile, at the top of the Branson Building... "It's really quite simple, Miss Hawthorne" the bald man said monotonously, examining the unconscious form of the mistress of Rhoseus's secretary "While my superiors have been busy causing mayhem down below, searching for a piece of paper like the rank amateurs that they are, I decided that you would be the best bet of our finding it. You have..." he glanced out the window "...until Nephilim beats up that teenaged girl to tell me where those records are." Nikki Hawthorne remained perfectly compsed as she stared down the impeccably-dressed man, watching his eyes closely and ignoring the flames that slid between his fingers."I know where it is" she replied at last, cooly cutting his smile short by adding "but it will take me a little while to find it among the rest of the clutter" she waved a hand at her filing cabinets and the reams of paper that bulged out of them. The man pursed his lips, then nodded "Very well..." "Ha! Good effort!" with a shout of triumph the Australian heroine's shield collapsed back around her, once again the only thing between her and the godling's power! Leaping up into the air, Nephilim cried "Here's your reward, Glow!" as he brought his foot slamming into a space right over her sternum, the tentacles squirming aside right at the last second! As the impact's pain washed through her, he landed with a crack as the pavement broke beneath him. "Hey, this is fun!" he said with a vicious grin as the air crackled with madness "How about some more?!" The Freedom Leaguers visibly winced as the thudding noises rang out, racing past the news helicopter as the soared to the rescue! "Get ready Freedom League. I'll take the left!" Called the leader, an athletic young man in a form-fitting white and red bodysuit with a staff clenched in one hand and balancing on the back of a flying woman who looked like a living statue.

GM The heroes were under way, with Silver Spider and Omen zipping over the tossing waves in near silence, the hovercraft thrumming faintly up to the looming ruddy-gray flanks of the East. It was the work of a moment for the pair to slip aboard quietly and unseen. The decks were mostly deserted but for twelve of the crew relaxing on the walkway outside the bridge that sat on the stern, smoking and laughing cheerfully. Every now and then making exaggerated noises of terror, parodying one of the taller men in a poncho who laughed all the harder. All of them were armed with short carbines. The ship had a great deal of cargo. Enough shipping containers to hold a small village were placed in neat rows with avenues wide enough for two to walk abreast. At the bow a sky-blue(in contrast to the current sky-black) tarp covered six tall and broad barrels. Young Britannia materialized inside the sub with a flare of light, only a few meters from the frozen technician! From the rumbling bow a gruff voice barked in Russian <"Illy! Get those valves and come help us! We're surfacing in a moment, and I don't want us to have to bail because you didn't tighten a screw!"> The heavily bearded man tensed, and began to open his mouth for the shout of his life...

GM While the feline speedster dealt with the Circe-esque situation, the King of Suits hastened off to the locations on the card, waving a cheery goodbye before he swung off on his grapple line. He made excellent time thanks to his knowledge of the city and unconventional way of getting around, soon locating the people Jay had offered as sources. As it happened, most of them had been asked about just such parts over the last few months over the internet, with the caller always focused with laser-like intensity on the modular and modifiable aspects of the various pieces. "Yeah, I got a call about that just a couple months ago" Helmut Barven said with a slight narrowing of his beady gray eyes "They kept asking about the power supply and if they could modulate the sound-waves a few hertz south of ear busting. I hung up on them. They talked weird, bunch of electronic scratching into the cell..." "Not much else to say," admitted Jackie Chandler, shrugging her broad shoulders apologetically "They did seem really anxious about rusting and water-proofing, though. And got agitated when I mentioned what they wanted could be pretty fragile if put under stress." "That's not how wave-form generators work" Xian Beckham said flatly "And yes, they did have an address. This number" he scribbled out a number on Allen Street, handing it back with slightly singed fingers "just don't tell anyone about this, 'kay? I don't like cops." The Speak'R'Mind devices worked their magic, and soon the crowd of initially fearful and hesitant trans-animals were happily talking, exploring their newfound bodies with abandon. There were a few unfortunately chosen words, and one embarrassing accident, but all things considered it was going much better than before. The humans in the cage proved quite unable to use the small metal loops coherently, the things merely emitting a slow, fearful grumble.

Don't forget to include the roll url. Nephilim's opposed Grapple roll: 54. Okay. She is not escaping just yet. Another Attack, 24. Hits. DC28 TOU save. Feel free to take your action after IC has caught up to OOC, Freely!

No, in this case she doesn't.

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Another idea: The Freedom City Mob captures one or more heroes(preferably Batman-esque sorts)possibly with the help of Warden, so they can help solve an extraordinarily knotted problem. I'm thinking something that isn't a murder, at least not yet.