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GM Other-Scion kept her distance, eyeing her counterpart warily. "Well," she began in a more guarded voice, "I guess you can't be me if you don't know the answer to that." She began circling slowly towards the same side of the falling chunk of debris as Moira was on. As she carefully approached, she kept talking, eyes never wavering from her mirror image. "Pantheon's a bunch of freaks, idiots and monsters all gathered together so we can look down on anyone else. Especially the poor saps who come to us for help. I thought I was different, because I'd do longer-term fulfillment of wishes instead of just snapping my fingers and giving them something my sponsors picked out, but it was all crap." Other-Scion shrugged irritably "Only realized this week I was picking prayers based on if I'd get to fight something." "And...Olympus?" She frowned deeply "That's just one of the culture echos in the Imageria. The gods aren't real, we made them up. Like I did for me." She ran a hand through her hair, looking suddenly thoughtful. "Hey...what would...if your powers srarted to go, how would you get them back?"

@Moira Morley I can take it that Prime-Scion is taking herself out of combat? You're not contesting the Bluff check or making a counter-check with Diplomacy or the like?

GM In the angry red void of raw stone and howling emptiness, the two quasi-goddesses wrestled furiously. Despite lacking the steely hide of her duplicate, the armored Scion twisted and kicked savagely to grab a moment's respite in Moira's unyielding grip. With a blow that jarred them both to the bone, the other-Scion tore herself out of her twin's arms. She flung herself to the edge, panting and glaring, trembling as her nerves flooded her with adrenaline. Gulping down what was theoretically air, she whispered, in a voice that cut across the wailing winds "Please. I need to live." Other-Scion stared into Moira's eyes. Her blood-red hair was coming undone from the tight, businesslike bun at the back of her head, there was a widening cut on her lip and her left foot was favored gingerly. "You're just a dream, right? That's why you're so tough? I'm fighting my...my thanatos, my wish for self-destruction." She slipped her good foot out and against the edge of the falling asteroid. Her eyes never left Moira's "You know I won't last outside the Pantheon for a week, right? You know what's after me? I need this, I need this far more than you." With a sudden rush she kicked off and hurtled onto the highest of the rocks screaming towards the distant red spires, landing in an awkward roll.

DC27 Toughness: 24. Bruised DC25 Grapple opposition exchequer: 34. She busts on outta there. And taking it that the narrated jump took up Prime-Scion's Move Action. Paragons-Scion will use her Standard Action to use Distract(Bluff) to try and goad Prime-Scion into arguing over fighting for a moment: 15. Rerolling (+1 HP to Prime-Scion) 26. DC26 check to not be Dazed for a turn(not from damage, but from dropping her guard for a moment). Move Action to retreat again. Running out of platforms within safe jumping distance.

12000% nope.

GM Other-Scion's eyes widened in surprise "Hey, wha-! Get off!" but words alone wouldn't stop muscles driven by otherworldly might, claws like steel and tendons like adamant. The armor rent and crumpled under Moira's hands, the roaring lions and snarling tigers decorating it watching as if open-mouthed as the harness buckled and was at last torn asunder! The vulture's wings that had propelled the armor's owner flapped once to stir the dust, then were still. Stumbling backwards, the other-Scion glanced in horror at the blue-green jumpsuit she'd been wearing under the harness. It looked tough, but nowhere near as strong as the suit she'd just lost. Apparently the other-Scion came to the same conclusion, as she began backing away from her doppelganger, speaking quickly. "Alright, I'm sorry, you're a lot stronger than I expected, but this doesn't have to be violent, we can be anything, maybe even friends!" As she spoke, a familiar haze slipped from one of her hands and flew into Moira's eyes. Suddenly, fighting began to sound like an awful way to treat this strange duplicate. Maybe they could work something out... Without taking her eyes off of Moira, the other-Scion hurled herself backwards, landing lightly on another floating rock tumbling through empty air.

DC27 Toughness. Armor has a Device Rank of 4, so 14. Failed by 13. Destroyed, it is now unable to provide full protection to other-Scion, and she loses its +5 to Toughness, +2 to Defence. Paragons-Scion will use Aphrodite's Charm to try and keep Prime-Scion from attacking: 20. Hits. DC20 Will save to avoid temporarily not being able to attack Paragons-Scion. Move Action of Leaping to another rock floating in space. Round 3: Scion-Prime: Unharmed, 0HP Scion-Paragons: Unharmed, -5 Tou, -2 Def

I have a PL7 Magmin that could fit there pretty easily. Or a PL9 armored minotaur who could easily fit with a few changes to Descriptors.

Damn. Sorry to hear that, Moira. Hope laptop arrives on time if not before.

@Azuth65 Failed by 6, Bruised, Injured and Dazed. Next two shots discounted. @Thunder King Attack hits, overcomes Defense by 12, +5 to damage DC, DC30 TOU save: 13. Failed by 17. Evaporated. So next order is Redshift: Unharmed-GM Prism: Unharmed,1HP Gauss: Bruised(x1), Injured(x1), Dazed, 3HP Redshift for their next three moves will move the convoy towards the South River, moving at around 50MPH per round. They're doing the running a cyclone thing to keep it in the air. Right now they don't think the heroes are a threat to them. @Thunder King Prism is up again. Next three rounds' worth of actions please.

Stunting Nullify 10 (All Flame/Heat Effects; Extras: Area(Cone); Flaws: Action(Full-Round), Range(Touch); Feats: Progression(Size)4(100ft per rank))[14PP] off of her main Array. Using it to try and Nullify the fires at the second and third houses.

Grating the plates of her jaws together in frustration Mag-Might leaned against a burning balcony and tried to figure what all this was leading up to, hersized glassy face screwing up in concentration. A whole bunch of homes sparking to life, someone taking things out of them(apparently? It kind of looked that way, the manses looked like someone had been rifling through them, from what she could recall Mo talking about crime scenes from work), with no apparent main target. Were they just going to burn down all of the wood houses? That aside, it was hard to be in a burning building and not feel hungry. Surely they wouldn't mind, if it stopped the houses being destroyed. Leaping from her perch to the driveway, Mag-Might turned to face the house, the coils of orange-red flames beginning to spill out of the upper windows. Her jaws unhinged to reveal the furnace of incandescent blue-green fire that gave all magmin life. Her eyes shone, and the flames in the house answered her unspoken call. Like some slithering thing from the black seas of Sub-Terra, the fire dragged itself out of the house, curling into a stream that flowed into Mag-Might's mouth and spreading channels of light and heat through her semi-translucent body and limbs. A final tongue of blue fire licked against her lips, and with that Maggy turned and barreled for the newest fire. Maybe the criminal is still there! Or, at least, some sign of them. The fire clears their tracks, but they must leave something...

A very happy birthday to you, Phoenix. 32? Well, another several dozen to go.

"Graaaaaaugk!" In a shower of wood, glass and plaster, a human-like creature made of some quasi-translucent substance crashed through the mansion's stately front doors. Landing in a roll, they leaped ungainly to their heavy feet and stared up at the flames. "I already said nobody was in there!" screamed someone from what Maggy assumed was some kind of servant class? They all wore the same kind of clothes and lived in an adjoining, much more modest structure. Whoever they were they didn't seem to understand that the rocky woman had gone in to look for the arsonist. It had made perfect sense at the time, Maggy reflected as she stumped away towards the new blaze, humans couldn't live for long in flames, and setting an empty house on fire could only have meant that someone like her must have been using the fire as cover for a robbery. In her defence, Silver City Sentinels had made a pretty solid case for this kind of interpretation. And it wasn't like whoever lived there couldn't afford a new door, or stairs, or helicopter. Gurgling in irritation at the wasted time, Mag-Might raced through the gloom of Elysian Forest. Even with her inner fire, the green-black magmin passed like a cumbersome, brush-obliterating shadow under the trees, pounding closer to the new fire. If this was some kind of fire spirit, she could just eat it. If it was just a fire, she could eat that too. She had to admit, it was a relief Mo wasn't there to come up with any other ideas. Some things didn't need complication.

GM Black Diamond waited until the last possible millisecond, tensing as the baseball rocketed for the plate, crouching just a hairs-breadth to gather that much more force. Suddenly, with seemingly no transitional moment, the bat of black diamond was scything the air before him, a furious roar and "Strike two! That's it!" Itachi shook his head, flashing a polite smile to Curveball as the crowd above let loose the exhilaration of the moment, cheering for the four-armed mutant with unironic glee. He turned to go, only to find himself face to face with the catcher. The catcher looked a lot taller than Curveball remembered, and the glove on her left arm was a lot bulkier, more metallic and robotic than it had appeared behind the plate. "You failed, Tachi." she said. But the voice wasn't right, too deep and masculine. Black Diamond took a step back, his smile a little more confused, "Oh, I wouldn't say that. Curveball won, but nobody lost-" "You failed, you little brat! Just like you did when you broke my arm!" The catcher threw off their heavy padding and the facemask, revealing a furious, athletic man in the white and blue of the Emerald City Ospreys, a robotic glove covering his left arm and cybernetics wiring through the right side of his face! Black Diamond's crystalline skin paled, and he took and involuntary step backward "Wait...you were that pitcher last year, Randall...?" "Yes! It's me, Randall Calder, here to take my revenge!" With that, the man jumped, and a hoverboard lanced out of nowhere to swoop up under his feet, carrying him aloft as his glove deposited a round grenade-like device into his organic hand. "Batter up, punk!"

DC17 Dexterity check: 9. Also, Initiative check please. Disgruntled Baseball Player in a Robot Suit, Randall Calder's Initiative: 3. Black Diamond, Noga Itachi's Initiative: 19. After Curveball's Initiative roll, Randall gets a surprise round.

Okay, moving on. Round 7. Redshift: Unharmed-GM Prism: Unharmed, 2HP Omegadrone(x1): Unharmed-GM Gauss: Unharmed, 3HP Redshift appears and starts racing around the convoy's lead section, slowly raising it into the air. Prism skipped for this. Omegadrone shoots at Gauss: 18. Hit, @Azuth65 DC23 Toughness Save.

Thanks Tiff!

@Tiffany Korta Yes.

@Tiffany Korta Hey Tiff, how about Spider and Mag-Might having a time dealing with some fire-related crimes against the rich and powerful?

What: First-response and life-saving in the aftermath of a container ship's nagivation equipment malfunctioning, sending the several-hundred thousand tonnes of ship and cargo into the half-built MarsTech wave-power generator just off the coast. Hundreds of people need rescue, both in the ship and around the power generator. Who: Anyone, really. Max of four people, Maximum PL of 12. Where: Emerald City, Oregon coastline. When: August 2nd, Late night. @Jander-Prime Here you go, Jander. How's this?

GM The crowd drew a breath. The ball spun. Black Diamond tensed. And struck like black lightning. The crak that resounded in the stadium was like a gunshot, sparking a booming chorus of whoops and cheers from the crowd, the half-flattened ball winging away into the stands where it became the focus for an amiable wrestling match. Tachi relaxed a little, but he nodded seriously to Curveball, seeming to see her properly for the first time. "And Black Diamond evens the score! Double or nothing, folks, this is the moment of truth! One last shot to determine which coast has the better arms!" Diamond slipped into stance, eyes like obsidian bores.

DC19 Dexterity check: 23. Success.

GM Black Diamond's eyes momentarily widened as he processed, with admirable speed, what had changed. Shifting out of the loose, casual stance he'd taken, the lean young man swung with tremendous power, his silicate skin glittering in the soft Pacific sun...at where the ball had been a mili-second before. The ball slammed into the catcher's mitt like a rocket, nearly bowling over the stocky woman who had been, for understandable reasons, a little distracted as she crouched behind Black Diamond. The umpire, startled out of some reverie, barked out "Strike on-! Oh...yeah, strike one!" A gale of enthusiastic cheers rained down from visitors and Munchkins alike. "What a shot, folks! Looks like our glittering guest has a little more against him than he expected!" Kaloke's jovial tone was entirely unforced, though he did have to glance at the small, darkened box reserved for the sponsor supervisors, trying to divine what the mood in the high seats was. "Can Curveball continue this counterplay?!"

GM Whoever they had been before, the 'drones were now deaf to other voices. Though the two supers couldn't hear it, the VOICE drowned out all else. Even without Omega to personally extend his will into their churning circuits, the mechanisms that made the 'drones what they were could do a passable facsimile of the searing, overpowering authority that directed them like a puppeteer's strings. Lumbering to its feet, the downed 'drone ignored the convoy, the vehicles and people on foot desperately trying to get away from the armored monster. Under other circumstances the 'drone would have had rocks, clubs and guns brought to bear on it. In any other time the humans, faced with an isolated figure of the horror sweeping through their home, would have happily attacked. But if they stopped they might get caught by the swarm, and nobody wanted to be the one left behind to the mercy of the Terminus. So as it sighted down its power pike, letting fly with a coursing stream of destruction's essence, its failure to hit was entire its own. That was one question many had asked over the years: how could the footsoldiers of the Terminus possibly miss? Some suggested it was a remnant of the person within, fighting against what had been made of them. Others would have it that an army that used technology fueled by utter molecular dissipation was going to face constant technical problems. Or perhaps it was sheer blind luck. Whatever the reason, it didn't affect the next few slicing lashes as they swept through the car with eerie lack of resistance, taking another of the wheels out from under it, hacking a corner off of the car and grinding it to a screeching halt for a perilous few seconds. However, a very bright red, white and black suit of armor wasn't much camoflague. An instant later, as the 'drone on the ground started to make its way closer to the screaming passengers, Gauss's barrage smashed its smoking, crackling body apart in a spray of meat and metal. As the rest of the lane behind it began to back up, honks and frantic shouts began to fill the air as a distant thrumming grew rapidly closer...