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DC23 TOU save: 8. ...Damn. Okay, #3 is outta here!

GM In contrast to the rather dirty and unkempt basement, all wood and strips of metal with a few old stout columns keeping the roof from collapsing, the area the opening(slowly, and with reluctance) door revealed was a 10ft. wide, 6ft. high, pristine and sterile corridor of smooth plates of steel, with a thick rubber walkway down the exact center leading to what could only be the sliding doors of an elevator. A single button on the right side of the door was transparent and emitted a soft green glow. A line of fluorescent lights ran down the ceiling and the corners of the walls. It was crisp, cold, and totally unfriendly. The whole place was done to a mirror-finish, and reflected itself into eternity.

Notice check for both of you, please. DC20.

DC23 TOU save: 19! A mere manful Bruise!(Thank God it wasn't an 18, that'd have been silly).

Subito looked at her blankly for a second before remembrance hit, when it did his eyes widened and he said very softly "Ohh, right, I forgot that part. Maybe this IS their wallowing? They could have just attacked folks who got too close, never really entering into the war? Yeah, we should look into this business, it feels off" "I and Agnes have complete confidence in you and your troops, Captain Yates" he said to their benefactor more loudly, with an incline of his behatted head. He remained as quiet as he could politely be during the remainder of the ride down to the camp. During that time, he never took his eyes off Lorenzo for longer than a few minutes.

Subito had begun gathering himself for a charge against the side of the chopper as the bullets whizzed past and onto him, only to watch as it was thrown to the ground by his telekinetic teammate. "You always get the cool attacks!" El Heraldo complained laughingly "Worry not, fair damsel!" he added, drawing in a breath "I'll take care of these..SMALL FRYOUgh!" he bellowed, a raging blast of air storming from his mouth and slamming into the soldiers(and...the cook? Why in the heck is the cook the traitor?) like the fist of Zephyrus himself, blowing any loose debris clean off the roof, not to mention the luckless cook's hat! Without waiting to see what the result was, El Heraldo swooped down onto the roof and landed with a metallic thud of his Banner on concrete, glowing with a golden light, standing ready to bring the hammer of justice down on whoever had come to steal away the refugees!

So sorry for skipping over this one! Anyway, Let's see if his Super-Breath can do anything about this: 26! Then a Move Action to move into their ranks.

"Tory Vetto?" echoed the King of Suits, who was scribbling this new factor into a slim book with red-lined pages "An odd name. But yes," he said with god cheer, closing the narrow book with a snap, depositing it in one of the myriad pockets of his belt "the name is a great help. I wish Voltage was here," he muttered as he got to his feet "he'd be able to find our man in seconds with that electro-brain or whatever it is he's got. Now then, all we need is to go meet him, ask him about this sorry business, and find out what we can" he turned back to Warren "If you find any further information that would be helpful, don't hesitate to" Oh right! No communicators... "speak into this" he concluded, placing a small flattened metal device on his desk, clicking a small bar on one side to show how it was activated and deactivated. "I will be able to pick it up what you say into it. A bon day to you, Mr. Stills" he added as he moved towards the window and its gangplank, "you have been a great help to us!" He waved captain Silvia ahead of himself, wondering if there was a specific protocol to getting on a space-galleon.

GM The Redcap smiled broadly "I know you will do us proud, brother. We welcome you to our company" he said, bringing the pike down with sharp, painful thuds on each of the seeming-Redcap's shoulders. The others surrounding the pair briefly swarmed about him, clapping him on the back and raucously greeting him into their rebellion, offering him frothing mugs of some rust-colored liquid, and hearty shanks of steaming meat to celebrate his admission. "Now," their apparent leader said "let us prepare to meet with our allies. Sharpen the spears, heap up the fires! New brother" he said to Marceau "tell us your name, and then take your place by that pine" he pointed to a towering and lofty tree on the edge of the clearing that could not have existed with terrestrial gravity "Watch for bright manes, and gleaming horns!" The other Fey had already begun breaking into small bands, trudging through the tall grass to their work. --------------------- "Three..hours" asked Janice with no little horror, staring aghast at Rene "B-but we..." she shook her head "I've never had any experience with this, I'll take your word for it" taking a seat on the ground she put a knee under her chin and looked closely at Rene after his question. "They don't seem to be in any hurry now" she said thoughtfully "Like I said, they seemed to just run out of energy when they got here. The cage took only a few hours to make...somehow, and they just feed and water us, they don't talk to us or jab us or anything" she frowned "Me and some of the others think they're waiting for allies to come, but who they might be, none of us have a single clue" she shrugged awkwardly "Don't know much else beyond that, mister."

Marceau watched the exchange with care, noting the approach of the old man towards the place the monster had come from, and briefly considered what to do. Silhouette has this under control he thought but so far this looks like it's going to turn into a confrontation with that messenger snake. Maybe.. "High priest!" he broke in, stepping forward as he spoke "That is indeed the case. Surrender, release your prisoners and give them back to their families of your own free will! They will remember this, and instead of being merely 'our captor' you shall be 'our captor, who saw reason and freed us of his own will!'" he looked imploringly at Andrews, a hand stretched out in supplication "Don't try to escape, you'll just bring misery to yourself and these others. After all, if by some miracle you manage to get away, do you think your followers won't be charged as accomplices all the same? Come with us, we'll escort you to the station and put an end to this before it gets out of hand."

Clearly he's simply ignorant of the law, and that kidnapping is a serious offense against the same. Kingy will try and persuade him to come peacefully, Diplomacy roll: 26. Target was Unfriendly, now is Friendly. He listens to reason, and does not do that thing he was totally not planning to do.

Per request, a Sense-Motive roll would have a DC of 14 to get wise to him, and know if he's speaking truthfully.

GM "Down the hall on your left, sixth door on the right" Jane answered softly, not taking her eyes off the two standing before the slowly rippling altar "It's not locked, but the cells are, only the High Priest has the key, though." She glanced at him for a second, looking puzzled "Why do you want to know? Your friend can most likely just cut through the doors anyway" she pointed out, turning back to watch the show. High Priest Fangspeaker Andrews blinked in surprise at learning that kidnapping was considered such a serious offense under the law. After considering her words, he said dubiously "Not all that much, no. I assumed we would be well-hidden enough to avoid detection, and could convince the trouble family members to stop trying to get some of us to recant before being found. But, if that's the case, I suppose there's not much use in doing much but surrendering" he said thoughtfully, drifting slowly over to the altar behind him "After all, if what you say is true(and I do not doubt it is), we face some pretty harsh penalties for this. No use in adding on more."

Sighing with relief at the newly-discovered hatch, the King of Suits began to make his way back through the tunnels We need to find the hostages, just in case that monstrous snake thing tries to pull something on us! he raced back to the temple-room, pausing for a few seconds to observe what Silhouette was doing before dropping to the ground into the center of the cultists. Leaning over to Jane he murmured with great intensity "Where are the prisoners? Tell me quickly, we need to free them as soon as we can" he glanced over at Silhouette and the high priest, but decided she had the situation well in hand, and said nothing, with an eye on Jane for her answer.

"Oh yeah, no doubt about it" Subito said cheerfully "Some of the other students are positive there's some bad voodoo going around here, but it's all just rumors and stuff..." he looked over at Cerys "...besides that door. Which is totally out to get me!" he said with a straight face, for all of ten seconds. Sobering up he said to Tona "So...yeah, if you want to try out the Doom Room," he spoke the name in a noticeably more hushed tone than most of the others did "you'll want to ask about admission to it at the administration building" he swatted away a roving fly with a lightning-quick hand, quietly humming a slow tune.

El Heraldo stared at captain Yates before hurriedly beginning "My wife? Captain, y-" He gave up immediately "...Yes, darling" he said resignedly, following Agnes into the carriage, shutting the door behind himself and leaning Lorenzo against it. To the captain he said "My name is Subito Stone. I and my relations are from an island just north of the Southern Americas" he added by way of explanation. Settling into the hard seat(which was still far better than walking) he glanced with a scow at the bound man "You can shut right up" he murmured darkly to the prisoner. He raised an eyebrow at the mention of "crazy mad happenings" in the swamps "What sort of happenings are you talking about, captain?"

Stalking away from the scene of the near-collision, Subito twisted his head around at the throngs of con-goers. Ugh, how am I gonna tell Cer-well, Blodeu, apart from the other people here? he stopped as realization struck him Wait...if nothing else, she's gonna look pretty different from most of the folks here. Yeah, I just need to focus on faces and...uh...wow he had found Cerys, and was busy being floored. Okay he thought seriously, unaware he was adjusting the hat keep it cool. We're all just friends here, don't make it weird and creepy thus bolstered, he set out across the floor, tapped Blodeuwedd on the shoulder, and when she turned bowing as gracefully as he could manage, sweeping the top hat off his curly head as he did so "Excuse me, m'lady" he said politely, vaguely remembering listening to Vicky talk about Victorian England "how are you and your..guv'nors?"

Six Days Ago... The world was looking fairly gray on that morning. Marceau had been hit in the ribs with a bullet that had sneaked past most of his armor by pure bad luck, run himself ragged chasing a would-be assassin through an abandoned factory, and sent through a window by an explosion that took out an entire floor. Also he had overtime tonight. He woke up with a snarl as a ray of graceful sunlight shone into his eyes, groping for the pillow to pull over his head when he realized belatedly that it had long migrated over to the dingy sofa on the other side of the room. Simply dragging up the blanket was infeasible, due to it being weighed down by several other bodies slumped in various states of unconsciousness. "I hate this pile sometimes" he grumbled under his breath, maneuvering his lean limbs out from underneath the covers and into the fresh pair of socks positioned in his boots beside the bed , the carpeted floor being a lost cause, as far as he and his feet were concerned. Rubbing his stinging eyes as he wandered over to the small table placed roughly in the center of the room, he took stock of the day's clutter that he would need to clear off, realizing bitterly that anything salvageable was buried among the dirty cardboard, broken glass and other detritus. While carrying the garbage down to the containers in the alley behind the apartment building(with a few razor cards up his sleeves, just in case), Marceau happened to pass the newspaper dispenser, and a casual glance was arrested by the enormous words : "COUNTESS PAINTING TO BE EXHIBITED". He stared at it for several seconds, snorted and passed by. On the return though, his curiosity piqued, he dropped the quarters into the payslot(a rarity in the Fens), and started to idly read it on the way back to his room, rolling his eyes at the exaggerated description of the painting... Bursting into the room with a bang that woke almost everyone else in it with a jolt, the Frenchman strode purposefully over to a clear wall, grabbing a small hammer and a spare nail on the way from a drawer in the miniscule kitchenette. With a single strike, he nailed the newspaper to the wall and circled a date in one of the articles, turned to the groggy people he shared his home with, and said in a crystal clear voice "Nobody. Touches. This" with that, he returned the hammer to its rightful place, and after donning his costume he left once again, the dawn bright once more. July 14th He had waited for days for this time, and as he walked up the grand steps he could barely contain his glee at getting to represent France at the unveiling of this mystery. He was saddened that none of his compatriots had managed to crack it before, but that lay in the past. Walking with a swoosh of his grand cape as he entered the room, he glanced around at the various dignitaries and high-ranking souls, frowning at some as some well-hidden misdeed of theirs bubbled up into his memory. Aloysius, my friend he thought as he looked around the room I wish you could be here! Spotting Rene de Saens, he speedily walked over to the man, calling over to him "<Good painter, are YOU the mystery master behind the day's subject?>" he asked with a cheeky grin.

Meanwhile, outside the enclosure, Marceau had uncertainly knelt before the other Redcap, hoping nobody would notice how high his head and shoulders still were from the ground. "Proceed, brother" he said grimly "I am prepared to take my place among you, and strive for our freedom!" the words came out easily enough, as from what he figured people like Parsinkle would be fairly awful rulers. He hoped fervently he wouldn't have to be cut by the sharp blade of the pike for a blood oath, it looked to be in questionably sanitary condition.

GM High Priest Fangspeaker Andrews was ready for many things, but not for his own shadow to walk up behind him and touch his shoulder. Staring in momentary horror at this apparition, his face briefly contorted with fear before he mastered himself. "They are entirely within our rights!" he exclaimed, batting her hand away and standing to his full height, which was incidentally a few inches short of hers. "We have full right to expressing our religious freedom in this nation, and especially in this city! We had no intention of harming them," he added furiously, glancing dagger-like at Jane, who seemed baffled by the look "merely in dissuading them from trying to draw some of us away from the worship of Apep the All-Embracing!" None of the other worshipers moved an inch, and in the room a vague feeling of tension was building.

KoS-tagging, pour la France!

Free Action to take the weapon, Full-Round Action to Move All-Out and go a-runnin' back up the stairs.

Wave-Eye managed to keep up a fearsome look for as long as the soldiers could see him, dropping the assumed facial contortions with a sigh of relief as they rounded the corner. Entering the armory with all speed, his eyes flicked around the room, taking in the dizzying array of implements humans had recently perfected for the task of obliterating each other. It was easy to pick out the Omegadrone pike, its design and technology a radical departure from everything else in the room, not to mention how the blade glowed dully with entropic power. Taking it with care from its place, he briefly marveled at the balance, and fought the urge to try a few swings as he dashed up the stairs, taking the flights in leaps of his powerful scaled legs, heedless of the danger from the dripping water as he charged to Harrier's aid!

W-E Tagging action!(Maybe with kung-fu grip?)

El Heraldo was by now tired to the bone. The novelty of being in the past had by now worn off entirely now that he knew that they still had miserable days. He was sick of the man on his back, of the gloomy, oppressive world they had found themselves in, and of the fact that the Blue Dame was tight-lipped about what to expect in this time. As a result, he was brusque, and not a little impatient. "We're fine, just travelers going to see a mutual acquaintance" he snapped, adding grouchily "And no, he's not a spy. He's a dangerous man though, and I can't in good conscience turn him over to the authorities yet. He'd escape in hours," he added by way of explanation "We're taking him to a city where he can be tried" He glanced at Young Britannia, wondering what they could safely say. Deciding to risk it he said "Where are you marching, sir? And can we join you, at least for a little while?"