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As established in Chat, the DC was 15, so success!

GM Glow: "I'm Lucy" the other student said promptly, wincing at the cut on Kristin's leg "I've been here for about a week now, I was captured along with Frank in the other cell" she nodded at the wall "when we stumbled upon this lair hidden under an old church. It seems pretty small, but I only saw about ten rooms before we were both captured" she picked up the spork(her hands noticeably lacked power cuffs) and sketched a rude map on the polished floor. "There are three 'main' rooms, a barracks and armory over here" she carved a vaguely rectangular shape "joined by two passageways at the north and east sides to this hall, the surveillance room, and room filled with communication stuff, I think there's a teleporter too. The others are stuff like closets and a few robot holding rooms" she pulled a face at the mention of the synthetics "I hate those things" Lucy looked closely at Glow "Do you have any idea of how to get out of here? I don't think they'll be back for a few hours or so, we've got some time!" Arcturus: Waker looked puzzled, evidently still under the impression Arcturus had come looking for person upstairs through the island he called home. That they had found his home by seemingly total accident was an utter mystery. Shrugging his mighty shoulders he began at once "I am one of a king's twelve children appointed with a portion of his power. My immediate elder was granted the Kingdoms of Red Damask, I was granted his mystical artifacts and this small island filled with terrible beasts. A few months back I offered to instruct my brother's nephew on his wife's side(they have no children of their own yet) in the use of magic. This I have done, but I did not state what I wished in return until the messenger came to retrieve him: one of his Demon artifacts" he noted the look crossing Marcus' face and quickly clarified "I do not mean fiends, but the people who live in Demongard, a continent to the north of my brother's domains, they horns, curled beards, and have been good friends to our people ever since we helped them best the Warlocks several decades ago. Anyway my brother refused, and things have gone on from there" He sighed, and real regret came into his eyes "I placed a spell on the boy so he cannot call upon the forces I have taught him to use to speak beyond this tower, and now I'm trying to figure out a way to intimidate my brother into letting me have what is rightfully mine, both the artifact and a throne on the Chamber of Kings"

Nochehuatl was at a loss for words, but supplemented that with a habit of silence around touchy subjects. He placed Skull Face on a high rock, at an angle that gave him an unimpeded view of the grey Atlantic. Trudging heavily over to the corpse, he surveyed it with pursed lips, a mistake that caused him to jerk them apart with a slight hiss of pain and a trickle of blood. He took on the bulk of the heavy lifting and arranging of the body, as well as any needed muscle to cut through the tough hide of the squid. Wherever the autopsy expert needed a third hand to keep a fleshy sack from collapsing around his knife, it was there. He noted with surprise that the human needed little correction about the anatomy of the beast They grow quickly he mused to himself, with no little admiration.

You succeed in detecting the network of small cameras on the walls and floors. It is the work of a moment to disable them by re-routing their observation commands to switch 180 degrees.

Your interest is appreciated Rav, Supercape, but be warned that if anyone newer and/or more obscure wants in they get precedent. Not going to be putting KoS in this.

Subito had soon learned by proxy about the Myrmidon's devotion to combat efficiency, which truth be told hadn't really affected his earlier impression in the slightest. He admired John for his clear thinking, and while a little weirded-out by the fellow student's occasional single-mindedness, it didn't diminish that respect. He had to scowl at the mention of not taking guns seriously "Really? People around here not taking those things seriously is pretty hard t'believe" he tugged off the sweatband, as the partial shade of the gradually warming tree made it fairly unnecessary, and wound it about his left arm. "Then again, lately there's been a lot of talk even from guys with less experience than me about how they could totally take several dozen guys with guns at once, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised" he rubbed his hair vigorously, a vague feeling of annoyance surfacing. it hadn't taken him long to figure out that his own powers were anything but really useful, and that he was improving them and their use with maddening slowness. It didn't show past his normal behavior though. "Say John!" he called abruptly, eyes alight win an idea "Maybe we should show Cerys around campus? Show her the hangout spots, good places to find things she might need, usual stuff like that? Where should we start..." he scanned the nearby buildings, eyes narrowing against the light glare from the sun. Swinging a muscular arm in the direction of the library he asked Cerys "How about there? Lots of really useful things in there, not hard to find once you know 'em"

Random thought. >.>

Recruiting at least one other(at most two) players for a thread: WHERE: Set in the Wading Way, random skyscraper where an expo of new technologies is being held. WHAT: A predominantly combat-heavy thread with additional emphasis on Skills. HOW: A villain encloses a skyscraper owned by a pharmaceuticals company in a force-field, trapping the workers and visitors inside. Demands a heavy ransom for their lives, which the city is unable to pay in the method the villain demands. As the field is largely impervious to outside attacks and interferes with teleportation, not to mention methods of going 'around' it dimensionally are thwarted, the heroes trapped inside must destroy it from within, and defeat the forces that stand in their way. WHO: Anyone fits, really. I'd prefer newer heroes though, or ones that don't get much play. PL preferred is 10-12.

"For your race? Yes, I think I am somewhat like one. But I didn't really catch it, I killed it and dragged it here" he shrugged gloomily "I didn't even try to find out if it was the right giant squid, or if it had ever killed a human. That it approached like it was going to attack struck me as suspicious enough" he sighed and sat on a rock, a flash announcing his tail returning to a bipedal configuration. His teeth clicking against each other as he mock chewed in thought, a habit he had long ago begun and never had any reason to stop. To Skull Face he said a little more lightheartedly "At least this was simple, and didn't get any other humans injured in the process. Not what i would have hoped but also not a terrible first try at serving your people, eh Skull Face?"

They are little things that cover her hands and the first few inches of her arm just past her wrist. She could totally use an Escape Artist check to get them in a more convenient position. Useful stuff in the cell? There's a shelf on the rear wall that halves the distance to the ventilator in the ceiling, a plate with a spork under the student's bed, and a loose bit of metal on the left-hand wall. It would be easy to remove it from the wall.

King of Suits Rat Sinkin'... March 13th, 2012, 1.23 P.M. The King of Suits pulled the other end of the line taut, sending the entangled spidery man to the ground with a vicious crack. He delivered a savage punch to the man's sternum that knocked the breath out of him, and secured him to the traffic light beside himself. He took a moment to sit down, lungs aching from the constant strain, smoke and strange gasses that so often now flooded the city. He peered around the drifting murk, checking off the members of the latest super-gang that had come prowling around the Fens looking for easy pickings. He gave a sigh of relief as all were accounted for, meaning he wouldn't need to go hunting down any stragglers, the worst part of the latest crisis to his mind. As one of the few who patrolled the rundown district, he often felt a twinge of jealousy at those that lived and operated in wealthier parts of the city, but he didn't feel that way now. From all over reports had come about the horrors even the Riverside and Hanover districts had been suffering. He almost wished they had happened around his area, so he could have helped...he pushed that thought away, he couldn't have done anything about those. What can I do? he thought glumly I'm not exactly keeping the streets safe around here as much as I need to, they sneak in no matter how careful I am he got back to his feet and began collecting the bizarre melange of supers who had tried to barge into a warehouse rumored to contain food. Marceau had stopped them because he knew it did, and who it was meant for. A stabbing pain on his face reminded him about the horrifyingly close shave he had evaded, and the swordbushes slowly dying around him were an eerie reminder of what had almost happened. It took more than a couple of minutes to bind them and put the sleeping gas capsules in place, time he cursed as he took to the rooftops again to hunt for the new problems that doubtless had sprung up in the meanwhile. He wished he had time to take a shower or drink anything other than milk, which he hated. But the water supply to Monkey Towers had been having difficulties for the last few weeks, and was unlikely to get fixed anytime soon. Then again he thought as he leaped over a chasm between two stores without missing a beat I might have just used that time to go to the park, instead of tinkering with my stuff all this month. And would it kill me to not wear gloves so much? It gets on peopl- he took the fiery purple blast right in the white diamond on his chest, and was sent hurtling into a dumpster, from which he observed his newest, flaring opponent. A well-dressed young man named Octavian Hiarrision from his neighborhood, who seemed more just the bullying type than really a threat. "Ha! You can't do anything to me, Kingy!" crowed the youth, pumping a fist in the air "Why don't you go home to your momm-" I am really getting sick of this Marceau growled internally, sending a coil-card around the young man's face and pulling him to melee range with his grapple gun but someone... he swung back his fist as they accelerated ..has to.. he stepped forward, bringing his fist into contact with David's jaw with a retort audible throughout the street ...DO IT! The blow proved more than the young man's field could withstand, and he collapsed into a heap on the ground. Removing the card the King of Suits 'cuffed him and set off for the police station, where he could get some power cuffs and a more solid method of containment for the would-be villain. Aloud he pondered "Just what the Hell am I doing, anyway? Need to get with the encouraging people to try out the life of a hero thing, or this is going nowhere"

GM Glow: With a hissing thud, the kinetic blasts from the strange rifles fired a second salvo at the slightly numbed heroine, one of the blasts missing by a mile and warranting its owner a smack upside the head. As it had knocked her temporarily senseless, the three agents took this golden opportunity to grab her by her arms and toss her unceremoniously into the closer of the two cells, the third putting a pair of power-'cuffs on her forearms behind her back. They were hardly gentle, nicking her left leg on a broken fragment of artillery robot as they dragged her into the containment cell. With a clank the door shut smoothly, and the agents dashed to a door marked 'ARMORY', which opened before and closed after them noiselessly. The other student, a stocky girl with close-set features, hurried to Glow's side, carefully turning her over, the soldiers of OVERTHROW having tossed her to the floor face-down. "Are you gonna be alright?" she asked nervously. Arcturus: "Thank you so much, young man" whispered Waker, eyes craning up at the ceiling, tensed in case the imperious voice called again "I can scarcely keep the wretch from trying to wander the monster-infested woods as it is. That they're mine and they might not eat him is a chance I don't want to take" he stepped slowly over to one of the bursting shelves full of books that lined the room, which had those and a podium, three chairs arranged at a small table set for tea, and a heavy carpet by way of decoration and furnishing. Turning a few leaves Waker passed his finger down a row of numbers, stopping suddenly with a worried look. He stepped back quickly to Arcturus "I apologize for my quick words young man, I shall not broach the subject again: it leads to mutual distress. How may I assist you? I cannot let the boy go, before you ask" Net Fly: Serge found the inlet he was hoping for: a small network connected through the ship's navigation computers that allowed unrestricted access to every other system, subroutine and exe.-equivalent on the vessel. So long as he timed his attempts right, he could easily slip things into not only every single ship-board but also crew-board computer he wished! It was almost too easy...

With the help of the translator, she quickly finds the 'off' switch for the security on that level. Flipping it is child's play after that.

GM "Oh come now!" exclaimed the energy being, rumbling wheezes now accompanying its words "If such a peril existed, the Preservers would have informed me of it, I do believe you're exaggerating the threat this 'Terminus' poses. Rest assured I have taken all necessary precautions to prevent anything from encroaching into ou-your(beg pardon) dimension. There is some minor difficulty with its corrosive tendencies, but I'm confident I've managed to refine it to the point that is no longer a problem. Sorry for inferring you were contraband, by the way" it added apologetically "I haven't met very many of your kind, and only recognized you weren't Lor because of the Preserver technology that altered you emits a signal that makes their technology recognize you" it examined a flat panel previously hidden on the wall, somewhere behind its myriad of tubes "Huh! Looks like your comrades are doing quite well! One of them has made some kind of shield, looks to be repelling the new energy quite well! Extraordinary" it muttered, clearly fascinated more by how the Quantum Mover's power was defending against the corrosive Terminus energy than the fact that the two humans were still in grave danger... Ironclad's suit, assisted by the Lor's translation device, had no difficulty navigating the computer systems of the Preservers, who appeared to have a knack for incredibly efficient software design. The security system was controlled by an array of easily-discerned programs that monitored a signal sent from the center of the base. If that signal were cut, it would activate the security on that floor. The 'off' switch might as well have been marked as such. The flashing alarm died instantly, and a shimmer in the air was followed by a message sent to Ironcald's armor: "unable to comply. deactivating ship-board infiltration countermeasures" The feeling of being worn away also dissipated, something not noticed until it ceased. It had even been felt through Supercape's shield...

Sure. History: 6. Arcane: 8. That totally will let him know the name of the Lemurian who first invented the magic staff, right?

"Very kind of you Mz. Stone, but I'm afraid I'll have to decline the burger part, my family's still on Lent, you see" he explained casually "and not consuming meat happens to be one of the restrictions we've placed upon ourselves" he was more than a little surprised at the cover story, remarking "That'd certainly be good for sheer unexpectedness, nobody's ever made so much as a piece about 1800's American cults to my knowledge" Which is pretty darned sparse on that front he thought drily to himself. He still needed something for Rodrigo, however... "I'll be right back, I just need to get a few other books while I'm here" he smiled politely and went rapidly off to find something by one of those writers his cousin liked... Returning with a stack of hardcover books that reached up to his shoulders, he placed them with care on the bench next to the self-checkout scanner and began the serene process of checking them out.

A shame. Agents' actions: Move to Glow and make a Grapple Attempt. Grapple attack rolls: 11, 22, 18. Two get past her Defense, so I'll rule that means one doesn't manage to keep their grip on Glow. They drag her into the cell on the left facing from the surveillance room across the hall. HP awarded for the setback,

El Heraldo quickly explained what had happened, not leaving out any details that wouldn't hint at them being students from the recently arrived Claremont troupe, concluding with "...I regret to say I have no explanation for what the possessor might have been; I only know it was some kind of energy-based entity, was in a fury the entire time it dwelt on the replica, and could make terrible roars like the howls of damned things. My comrade, Crow, will no doubt soon have an answer to the larger mysteries about this case" He had left out what he had done largely because as far as he could tell it wasn't worth telling. He wondered if there were any cameras around this part of the museum, and abruptly felt like some kind of criminal. I wonder if anyone else ever feels that way in this business? he pondered silently.

"Huh, I need to look this up" said the track-suited teen thoughtfully "this is a lot more..." he heard the approaching footfalls of the disciplined John Smith from long off, but gave no through to it before his crisp voice sounded. Turning to him quickly he said eagerly "Hello Mr. Smith! Glad to see you! This is the new student Cerys Pfer, and don't worry about the flaming sword, it only burns people, and then if they're not worthy to wield it" he glanced at it and added uncertainly "It seems to be okay with me. At any rate, it won't burn down the tree or anything" he looked with interest at the rucksacks, but surprisingly held his tongue. Questions about things like that would be answered sooner or later, often of their own accord.

Subito gave a start at the voice, Nah, it's a coincidence, she just sounds like Ms. Avebury he told himself, he turned and opened his mouth to say something politely about how he really needed this book for an assignment, and perhaps they could find it somewhere else? It was bound to have a copy somewhere. What he actually said was "Really? I'm sor-Annice Avebury!" he gasped, blushing as he realized that he had almost shouted in a library, something cultural osmosis had ironed into his head as a Bad Thing. Coughing slightly he spoke in a much quieter tone "I beg your pardon, Ms. Avebury, go right ahead. With any luck another library will have it" he added, stepping aside from the desk. Curiosity nagged at him: was she in school around here? Was she a history buff? Was this book really popular in some circle? Was she in a cult herself and had heard that hers was chronicled in the book and she wanted to see how it had been treated by the author? The buzz of questions was thankfully centered around one specific fact: she wanted the book, and he had no real reason to begrudge her its use but even so... "I don't mean t'pry, Ms. Avebury" he said "but I must admit I never could have guessed you were interested in 19th century cults in America"

Knowledge(Popular Culture) roll to know who Annice/Agnes is: 23.

GM FIating Glow rerolls the second check. As she isn't here, Scuffles can do it for her.

Okay, round two. 1. OVERTHROW agents. 2. Glow: Bruise 2, Dazed, 1 HP Agents will attack again. 24, 20, 9. So two DC25 TOU checks please.

Okay, that hits..all of them! Rolling Agents first. Using the Soldier archetype, as previous, with PL8 caps instead of PL5 ones. Their 6 DC21 TOU checks: 19, 26, 22, 20, 14, 26. 3 down, three up. The Bot's rolls: 18, 20. Both dropped. THe three still standing make a Move Action down the hall and unleash hellfire on Glow's location. 27, 12, 18. If any of those happen to hit, a DC23 TOU check please.

Subito Sondo, current wielder of the might of the Blue Dame of Puerto Rico, did not normally frequent libraries. The Claremont student used his school's library facilities often enough, but he didn't go to them in his spare time, and never had. He had a lingering notion that people 'like' him weren't supposed to go to bookish places, which he decided must be so that the bookish could read in peace without blunderers like him charging around. So it was with no little nervousness that he walked into the city library, doffing his Claremont school baseball cap, in answer of the summons by his spiritual patron. "Mebbe get Rodrigo something while I'm here" he muttered, eyes rapidly scanning the unfamiliar interior, twirling his cousin's library card around his forefinger. His moody cousin had been quite amenable to lending the card to Subito, surprisingly so, and he felt an urge to repay that generosity. Walking quickly up to the front desk he suddenly felt very conspicuous, something that rarely happened. With his battered running shoes(beaten from randomly running through some positively hellish terrain in the city), carefully repaired blue jeans, and bright yellow t-shirt. Approaching what looked like the front desk he smiled politely and asked "'Scuse me, I'm looking for a book called "The cults of the American Civil War" by a Prof. James Bottle, is it available"