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GM Heraldo: The question at least had an effect. Staring blankly at the young paragon Strongarm said hesitantly "...Yes. I have, several times around the coast of Finland, it's why I never work there any more if I can avoid it" he looked closely at the boy, but Subito appeared guileless(and foolish) enough to not raise any immediate suspicions. His demeanor shaken out of its cool interrogative mode, with slightly-raised eyebrows and a slight upturn to the lips, he now looked positively bemused "What about you kid? Fly into anything?" he grip didn't slacken any. Net Fly: With an ominous groan, the various clamps, drills and refining equipment began to shift in their moorings, dragging themselves towards the harbor of their very being, metal limbs and implements of mining raised to commence destruction. As they approached the walls and floors however, a shudder ran through them, the engines in them roared and squealed with effort, and most of them halted just short of their intended targets. Three of the drills and an ore-shaker did manage to connect with their aims, tearing asunder half a deck between them, sending much of the lower levels of the ship into utter chaos! The comms were soon filled with messages, warnings, and directions on resolving this attack as swiftly and decisively as possible and the interconnected nature of their system meant that the least disruption could be disastrous...

Thinder King! You're up! Please post post-haste.

Giving a cheeky bow before leaping into the air, EL Heraldo soared elegantly through the crisp sea-smelling air over towards Lady Mamba. Landing with a neat(if heavy) thud of boots on concrete, he smiled at her, saying brightly while pulling back an arm "Now, madam, prepare yourself for a sensation like no other...a punch!" and he stepped forward, swinging his heavy fist directly at her sternum! Alright, just need to land the hit, if I can do that I ca- Beware! Cottonmouth approaches! "What?!" blurted Subito aloud turning his head just in time to completely miss the witch, and found himself staring up at the fearsome bulk of the snake-man. "Oh no." was all he managed to say after that, as the monster's head whipped towards him, fangs tearing through his blue and gold jacket, piercing his skin under the white shirt, and sending their poison deep into his bloodstream. Opening his mouth in a desperate attempt to call out, the young man found himself unable to move, his jaws frozen, his limbs stiff even as he felt the agonizing pain spread through his body, the poison of the Cottonmouth doing its fell work...

DC18 Fortitude save: 10. Paralyzed due to failing by 5 or more.

...Totally forgot about this, sorry. 19. Yay.

There was an icy silence following Harrier's words. The triton stared at the mutilated human, his scarred face slowly contorting into a rictus of perfect disgust. "'Dagon'?" he echoed "You dare insult me by calling that loathsome wretch my father? Conflating me with those slimy Deep Ones is almost more than I can bear by now. I," he said flatly, his voice echoing through the water "am a child of Chalchiuhtlicue, She of the Jade Skirt, the matchless mistress of oceans and one of her human lovers, adopted by the mighty Tlaloc himself upon his marriage to her. I am a triton, not one of those warped Atlanteans." He darted towards his target "You speak amazingly well and fairly, and know a smattering of the deeper matters, unheard of in drones from what others tell me" he peered closely at Harrier, and the suspicion surfaced again, edging him towards trying to find out more about what was going on "Before we start tearing each other open over that ship, tell me: do you have a name, and who sent you?" he glanced for a second at the iron bulk in the distance, uncertainty gnawing at him.

Wave-Eye's immense black eyes tracked the freed Omegadrone with great care, gauging the distance between the two with delicacy until he was certain they were close enough. With a swipe of his tail he halted in a whirl of displaced water and a swirl of bubbles, and drawing a deep breath through his gills, he sent a booming roar through the conch still at his lips. The blast shuddered throughout the water surrounding Harrier, and from seemingly nowhere, long red ribbons were around him, swirling the water around him into a powerful current, trying to imprison him in a watery cage! Or it would, if Wave-Eye's aim hadn't been off by several dozen yard. Instead of capturing him, a few arms of the whirlpool happened to pass through him, with the powerful core far enough away to leave him entirely unhindered. It did discomfort several fish who had been fleeing desperately from what they recognized as a herald of their doom, however. Slapping his forehead with a gurgling sigh, Nochehuatl bent himself once more to the task, hurtling on an intercept course for the red and black figure. Yelling out irritably "Be still, drone! I know you can understand me, turn and fight so I can find out what's on that ship and get back to my lunch!"

Going to try for a Grapple with the Move Object power of the Device. Attack roll: 9. Welp. Not going to blow my only HP on a re-roll so...Move Action to more or less start intercepting Harrier, Free Action to yell out to him.

For the last few days, Marceau had been on his feet almost constantly, going from one end of the Fens to the other searching for people the wave of sickness had laid low, and hadn't the strength to get themselves to a hospital. Of course, as he knew all too well, many of the invalids he discovered shivering in the damp rooms of decaying hotels, or huddled in alleyways, would never have dreamed of going to one anyway, fearing that if they did they would need to pay some exorbitant fee. Many of them were effectively destitute, and none could have afforded to pay more than a tenth of whatever their care would cost if they had been charged. Leaning against a wall currently not blocked by gurneys, the King of Suits took a moment to rest, and reflect on what areas of the poverty-stricken district still needed checking. Thankfully, the number of cases had been much lower than he had expected(living in the worst part of the city had taught him more than he realized), and he had even had time to do some detective work since the outbreak. However most of the leads he had followed, from rumors of mystery men dumping things into the water supply to a report of alien space-craft dispersing a gas over the city, had been wholly unsupportable, and had come from single witnesses of...dubious trustworthiness. With a shrug, Marceau smoothly began to follow another train of thought, this one striking a little closer to home: most of the people that shared his apartment with had fallen ill, and while he luckily had been away for two nights straight and thus(as far as he knew) hadn't contracted it from them, the issue of disinfecting the place loomed large on the horizon. Maybe I should head down to the patent office he thought distractedly I bet at least a couple of my inventions could be useful to people...

Marceau had been just about to reply to the officers when the chaos began. Staring in mute bafflement at the bizarre scene, he only regained his tongue after the red-clothed rider( and his..guards?) appeared before them. Smiling as largely as he could manage, he gave a slight bow to the prince and in his deep, rumbling voice said as accompaniment to Rene's words "I assure your..majesty that this man's words are founded upon truth!"(If a little exaggerated he commented internally) and carefully sliding his hands away from the weapons beneath his coveralls he added casually "My friend is also extraordinarily capable in some areas of art, art I dare say would be a great pleasure for your majesty to witness. But I digress from the captives. I will gladly attempt a rescue, if this has happened to them they must be recovered whatever the risk" said gravely "But I fear we are, while both capable in our own ways, unfamiliar with the realms you hail from" he turned the tail of a gleaming blue eye upon Rene questioningly "and thus will need a guide, information about current events, maybe even a map so we don't get hopelessly lost. It would do them no good if we die due to simple ignorance" he said, walking slowly closer as he spoke, looking Parsinkle dead in the eye "will it?"

Tagged with adroitness.

The brightly-dressed young man listened with care to Mr. Cloak's speech, nodding every now and again to show he was listening. Once the lawyer had finished, he said at once "Well, that's understandable, but I think you would be remiss in forgetting how many incredible things exist in this world" said the teenager powered by a genius loci "Besides, if you desire unmistakable proof that they have suffered under the thumb of a crime lord, surely you could, say, send a couple of heroes to investigate their claims? I mean no disrespect to the Mexican authorities" he added quickly "I merely wish to suggest alternate routes of finding out the truth" Standing a little at ease he continued "You say they are to be deported tomorrow? Well then, how about you put out a call for somebody to accompany them, say that while it isn't known to be true there is a possible risk to their lives and rights upon their return? I am certain you would be swamped with applicants for such a task!" he proclaimed cheerfully.

"Indeed? I will have to see this for myself" Wave-Eye replied blandly "Perhaps it will have enough wit to surrender" Starting at the sudden alarms being raised, he glanced around in confusion before realizing where the wails were coming from. Feeling a little sheepish at this(nobody wants to look like ignorant in front of a human), he bowed politely when the admiral declared them to be in his hands, saying "I promise you, if the drone gets past me, it will not be for want of trying." So saying he leaped out of the room and soared elegantly over the side, his legs transforming into his dragon's tail with a flare of light as he slid down into the murky depths. Taking an instant to get his bearings, Wave-Eye felt the reverberations of the water around him, quickly detecting the roiling created by Harrier's blazing flight. With a slight chuckle and a flick of his tail, the triton shot towards the oncoming figure, fin-like hair plastered to his skull, his spines making trails in his passage, and the conch raised to his lips in preparation of their meeting.

DC26 TOU save: 21, fails by 5 so Bruised and Dazed Rerolling: 17+10=27, withstood. For his turn, going to just fly over next to Lady Mamba and attempt to punch her. Attack roll: 16. I think that misses badly.

Why do so many humans call me 'son'? wondered Wave-Eye grumpily, looking over the commander with a cold and very black eye. So far this whole situation had seemed suspicious, from the summons to the revelation that this man somehow knew about him, and the triton was ill-pleased at the idea of some kind of loyalty test. At least I don't have to cut somebody's head this time he reminded himself dourly, a small comfort at best. After a few seonds thinking Admiral Chambers' words over, the fishman replied "So, this ship safegaurds some new weapon or tool that will defend agaisnt the Terminus? In that case I am amazed you would call on me. I have already heard of several powerful entities who could protect this ship far better than I. That said," he added, stroking his scarred and heavily tattooed chin "it is a single Omegadrone, I do not think it will prove much of a challenge even to me" he grinned in a thoroughly unpleasant manner "I am undoubtedly with you, so long as this loyalty test is not a cover for some dirty work you do not wish revealed" Rolling his heavy shoulders he rocked back on his heels, glancing down at admiral Chambers "Show me where it is, admiral, and I will dispatch them for you, though I confess you are timid for a leader of war" he remarked casually "why you do not wish to shoot it down yourself baffles me" a sudden suspicion shot across his mind, which he kept a tight grip on as he observed the mna in front of him.

"Sorry, I don't" admitted Heraldo, flying back into the church(cringing at its state upon re-entry) "the Blue Dame hasn't been able to teach me how to alter my sight yet, just my hearing. I can detect stuff going on about...1000ft. away, or around 300 meters," he added, remembering Agnes' British origin "Let me try and find him, if he's here that is." Landing at where he estimated the rough center of the church to be, Subito closed his eyes and concentrated fully on his surroundings, listening for the tell-tale thud of a human heart nearby. The several townsfolk without made the search a little more difficult than he would have wanted, besides that he couldn't hear anything except the scuttling of insects and arachnids, the tip-toeing of rodents and the labored breath of the recently-defeated. That and birds chattering and chriping, the stealthy movements of deer deep in the forest, and someone's goats ramming a far-off barn wall. After several minutes of fruitless harkening, Subito shook his head, opened his eyes and said to Young Britannia "I can't hear anyone in here. But that rapscallion who seemed their leader mentioned he "Hadn't come out", I vote we start looking around for secret passages, as that's the case. There's bound to be a couple somewhere in this church" he stated with utmost certainty "even just for hiding places."

At any other time, Wave-Eye would have gazed in wonder at the magnificent flying machines the humans had learned to wage war with. Right now, he was too angry to care about such things. Looking at the humans with undisguised irritation, Nochehuatl gurgled "Yes, that is my name. I am eager to know why he would summon me, with so little information and no danger in sight!" he stalked past them, glaring at the one who had asked if he was 'ready for a war' "I have seen more wars than you have hairs on your forehead, stripling, and I tell you this: no-one is ever ready for war when it comes. You just absorb it more or less painfully" he snarled in answer, thudding moodily to where the leader of this floating fortress was held, knocking on the door with a spined hand.

Hefting the card, an odd look came over Marceau's face, and his quietly slid it back intot he pack it came from. In the same movement he unhooked an odd-looking but identifiable flash-bang grenade from a lineup of them on the back of his belt. Removing the bottom half and tossing that into a pocket in his cape, he slung it with impeccable aim at the slowly waving mass of shadow coating the ventilation tunnel. Turning his head aside and deactivating his goggles, he held up a portion of his cape to block out the flash of light that exploded from the small device. The 'bang' was nigh-nonexistant, a necessary precaution in those close quarters, his ears thanked him for it. Dropping the mass of fabric with a slight smile of triumph, he reactivated his goggles and surveyed the damage. To his shock, he beheld the writhing mass exactly as it had been before, though with ripples passing through it at the point of impact. Turning to Silhouette he said apologetically "I'm really most dreadfully sorry. If it's alright by you I will try again, but with this:" with a rasp the card he had been holding before was in hsi hand "I must ask, however, that you shield your nose if your mask doesn't provide protection from that already."

I'm not sure I could really justify a Stunt of X-Ray Vision from his Super-Hearing(not unless I go with something like "And then the Dame briefly granted him the power to see THROUGH WALLS!"), so instead I'll have EH float over into the church and start up his Super-Hearing Notice. As it seems there is no pressure, I'm going to assume he can take 20 on the check? If so, it's a result of 24.

The ship was vast, a monument of iron to the ingenuity and resources of the humans that dwelt in this age, and while Wave-Eye was busy climbing it like a scaly spider he had plenty of time to think over the message. So far, the place seemed to be in order. He could feel the steps of terrestrial soldiers marching, orders being shouted filtered down to his ears, and idle talk of men of war on and off duty chatting above. What he couldn't hear or feel was something wrong. There is no panic, no dangerous quiet. No trouble seems to have put anyone on edge. I would almost say I have been lied to. He felt vaguely annoyed at the idea, mainly because he wanted to gain at least a little notoriety and going on eel hunts, dashing from one potential area of danger to another trying to find a suitable task, wasn't his idea of a good plan. Thus absorbed, he quite forgot to keep up even the least accoutrements of stealth and secrecy about him, and swinging himself over the edge he slammed heavily to the deck with a crash and a torrent of furious, incoherent curses and snarls. Regaining his feet he glared about himself, in the heat of the moment giving no thought whatsoever to hiding.

Awesome! Dc15 Stealth check: 11, makes sense to me. I should get him Wall-Crawling...

"No need to apologize," Wave-Eye replied with a rare burst of kindness(and more than a little pity at what fate the dolphin was likely to suffer) "you have done as asked, retreat to the cove a little south from here. Many fish live there" he added as he swam quickly towards the towering bulk of the Centurion "help yourself." Nearing the surface, he quickly made a sweep of the hull, checking if anything was obviously wrong with it. Once that was done, he surfaced without so much as a ripple on the tossing grey sea. Digging his hard nails into the tough steel, he began the laborious process of climbing aboard.

She has blue eyes too? Huh, shouldn't be so surprised about it I suppose... At the phrase 'dancing on his grave', the King of Suits shook his head after a moment's thought "I didn't want him dead. I wanted to stop what he was doing, yes, but I didn't want to kill him to do that. Deaths like this do nobody any good" clearing his throat a little he quietly began his questions. "Had he recieved any threats against his life in the last few weeks? If so, I might be able to gather a list of suspects, based on the content of such threats. Did he mention being followed in the last few days to you? Did a..business partner vanish on him that you know of?" shifting into a slightly more comfortable position he continued "Any new associates that he knew to have some connection to mystical forces, or super-science?"

Well, might as well try the persuasion thing thought Heraldo solemnly to himself. He didn't know why, but recently a slight..distaste or even slight manipulation of people had taken root. The more he had started reading about the ways diplomacy worked on a national scale, the more he felt that just the mild encouragements, kindly words and casual insinuations he was getting more and more used to were just plain wrong. It wasn't a rational thing, and thus not something he could persuade himself out of through an application of logic. This time though...at least it was in a good cause. Leaning against the table, tucking one leg behind the other and turning a warm and gallant smile on the receptionist he said "Ah, but Ms. Grady" he said as smoothly as he could, noting the name on the small stand "we can't possibly not see him. A great peril lurks for a group of people who Mr. Cloak is partially responisble for, and unless we speak with him, we may lose our only hope of averting it!" taking one of her hands gently in his he asked gravely "Ms. Grady, will you help us stop this evil? Prevent a plot of villainy from being fulfilled?"

Sure, make the guy who wants to be a diplomat talk to people, I'm sure that will turn out well. Alrighty then, the roll: 19.