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That makes two of us. The explosion caught Spectra by surprise--not enough for her to break her train of thought or concentration, but enough that she briefly looked up. It seemed that there was still conflict happening and not the quiet hostage situation she had envisioned. She hadn't figured out if that was a good thing yet. Spectra quickly weighed her options. Calling for assistance might have been a viable idea until the explosion. We should get up there. There was real urgency now, and enemy numbers were less of a concern.
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Round 2: Lament [13] : Uninjured Unknown Wolf Thing [8] : Uninjured, Shaken [-2 to attack/defense/checks] Lament is up!
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GM The beast recoiled, though only for a moment. It straightened up as best it could, Still looking somewhat hunchbcked in its stance. Hollow red lights where its eyes should have been glared at Lament, and its jaws parted as it spoke. Its voice was dry, raspy, and carried a creepy echo. "WhY... GiVe Us GwEn..." The sense of urgency in its tone was apparent. It was laced with desperation. It lunched forward, swinging one unnaturally long arm at Lament. "YoU wiLl NoT... KeEp HeR fRoM uS!"
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Will Save: 1d20+7 16 So, not quite good enough! The beast is now Shaken, but that isn't going to stop it from trying to claw its way past Lament. Literally. Attack: 1d20+10 20 (-2 for being Shaken; missed that!) GM post to follow!
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Arcturus had, admittedly, not give a lot of thought to what would happen if he surprised the Doctor. Now that it was a distinct possibility, , he wasn't completely sure how to proceed. Sucker punching him seemed almost wrong. Of course, that was Marcus's thinking; Animust didn't harbor any such hang-ups. We could ask him to surrender. ...that wasn't a joke, was it? No. I mean...its an opion Does that man LOOK like he can be reasoned with? Who knows what unnatural filth is in that man's system. Just change forms. Unleash the Tiger. Run in and snaphis neck. What?! ...okay fine. Just snap his neck a little bit. Why do I even bother... He wondered what Lobisomem would do. It wasn't as if he was going to stop the creature if it decided to just run in there and knock him senseless. Arcturus was probably going to have to be the one to haul him back to the surface anyhow, and he looked pretty heavy.
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Well. That brings back memories. Arcturus stared at the gator as it contemplated life in general; eventually it chose to take the path of least resistance and walk away. That was probably for the best had Marcus chosen to conserve magic and return to his natural form, it might have actually tried to eat him. The possibility of that hadn't completely passed though; Arc made sure to keep that in mind. That wasn't an alligator. That was nearly a dinosaur. The perversion of nature was something both Marcus and the Beast Rune actually agreed on. That, in and of itself, was more dangerous than anyone knew. "Before this gets any further out of hand," he commented, keeping his voice down... "...you're not one of this doctor's experiments, are you?" For a solid half an hour, Arcturus had been trying to figure out how to categorize Lobisomem. "Not Actively Trying To Eat People" was really the best he could come up with, but then again, Filth and Vermin also fit that very broad category. And he was certain at least one of them would try to clock him one if they were a little bit bigger.
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Initiative: 1d20+4 8 So Lament is 1st up then! (Apologies for the delay. Things happening. x_x)
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Initiative: 1d20 5
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Liora didn't usually startle easily but Hyperslice managed to catch her off guard. She couldn't help but laugh. The enthusiastic handshake nearly made her drop her book. "Skirris, right? Nice to finally meet you. By all mans, join us!" For a moment, Liora pondered what she meant by having seen her work. In hindsight, that could really have meant anything. Just speculating on the specifics was amusing on its own; she decided not to question it. "Oh, I'm sure something is happening somewhere. Certainly no sense looking for trouble... I have a feeling it will find its mark sooner or later. But until then..."
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Definitely easier to spot now. While Queenie engaged the Zultasian, Spectra kept watching for the situation to change. She couldn't tell what was going on inside the tower; the next best thing was to see if skirmish drew any unnecessary attention. Already, she was looking around for a way inside with minimal detection. Whatever armed assault had gone before, Spectra didn't want to take any unnecessary risks, proverbial and literal guns blazing. If she could finesse an infiltration without having to put Queenie or herself in danger, she would find a way to make it happen.
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Well now. It looks like someone doesn't want to be seen. Queenie? There's someone keeping watch in front of the tower and an Assembly officer down. We should definitely get in there and see what's going on. In hindsight, Spectra was glad she didn't simply portal into the tower. She kept her extended sight fixed on the Zultasian. She wasn't about to act before Queenie did. Not that she couldn't, of course, but the Earth woman seemed very comfortable taking charge, and Liora was content to let her. In this particular situation, it worked out--Spectra was going to have to be the spotter, something the was more than used to doing. Be careful, she warned. I don't know if you can see him and I can't tell what he's armed with. Safe to assume he's taken the Assembly guard's weapon.
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Notice: 1d20+6 23 Steath: 1d20+7 20
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Sorry, I've been sick for a bit, and dealing with some stuff... I owe a Stealth and a Notice check though. I'll start up as soon as I'm home (I'm in a dentist's chair as we speak)
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I think this would be a good spot for an Initiative roll!
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GM The figure didn't move, at least not at first. After a few steps forward, Luther could make its features out, but not by much. It was maybe less than five feet tall, and its arms hung at its sides. They were unusually long, and they really did look more like tendrils than anything else. It seemed to either not notice Luther or it dismissed his presence entirely, because when when it it moved,, it was with clear, unfiltered purpose. Its movement was accompanied by an eerie hissing, something akin to an echoed exhale, it zigzagged a little as it moved, but its general direction was forward, and it almost seemed like it was going right for Luther. Its focus, however, seemed to be the room next to him. And it didn'tseem like it was going to stop voluntarily.
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Well. That doesn't look good. Spectra put her mask on as she mentally commented to the others. There was definitely some sort of conflict, one large enough that it didn't really look like the security on-hand was going to be able to keep things civil if things got especially out of hand "Of course, Officer," she said, nodding politely. "We're here if you need anything." She wasn't about to jump in and do his job for him; that just seemed like a rude thing to do unsolicited. I agree. But I want to see how this plays out first... we may not have to do anything. Once the offer was out in the air, she focused on watching and studying the conflict as it occurred, as well as the vast underground chamber they found themselves in. The latter was more out of curiosity than anything else, allowing the pause to give her a more intimate look than their descent had.
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Arcturus wasn't a particularly stealthy person. He could be... but he had been using magic more steadily than he had in a while. It was what his training and rehabilitation had centered around, sure, and he could handle his bear form without any trouble, but most everything else he tried on the same scale caused... issues. It was probably better not to go that route unless he absolutely had to do so. "If he didn't hear the subway car accident, I think we'll be fine," he muttered. There was really no way he could be sure of that. His mind turned to the survivors of the crash; keeping the rats at bay with the warding coin was an even better decision than he'd thought after encountering the mutant rats. He had to remember to make more of those any time he had to come down here again.
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GM The parking lot was eerily quiet. The fog was thick, but there was nothing about it to suggest that it was unnatural. Nevertheless, it was a little unnerving when Luther noticed that he couldn't even clearly see the bus. Most of the light was from the sparse light bulbs lining the front of each hotel room. Naturally, most of them didn't work. Just beyond the bus, however, there was something vaguely humanoid in the distance. It didn't respond to Luther's call, directly, it did straighten up at hearing it. It paused, as if unsure if it was advancing or leaving... For the time being, it seemed like whatever it was hadn't caught anyone else's attention.
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"As much as I'd like to say that I've come to terms with how much things change and how different things are... that wouldn't be very honest." Liora smiled and shifted her book to both hands. "Moving forward, one step at a time... harder than it sounds, but I suppose that's the way they would have wanted. I certainly wouldn't be where I am now if it wasn't for them." She absently realized that statement didn't end with the fallen Praetorians. Her parents, as well, were long gone, but it felt more recent, than it actually was.Finally embracing her gift, seeking revenge for her parents' murder and the attack on Caldor... She caught herself mid-thought, realizing her grip on her book was tightening. "Enough of that. I feel like I've been cooped up reading for days. Food seems like an excellent distraction!"
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She wasn't sure why, but the massive crater made her nervous. Unlike Cavalier, she hadn't really seen many mining facilities, and even then, it was all earth and no fire. It was both breathtaking and terrifying at the same time, and it lent an ominous feel to thought of the ravaged equipment and 'missing' miners. Spectra took the offered mask; after having been out in the planet's air without one, she decided that repeating that was unnecessary if she had the option to avoid it. She stepped onto the turbolift behind Moon-Moth casually closing off her own thoughts. She wasn't a particular fan of closed spaces, something she often forgot until it was actually happening. Tetragenesis III had very little in the way of underground anything, ; while it wasn't a full on phobia, it was certainly a little inconveniencing. "I will say," she commented idly, "this is a pretty sprawling operation...Just how many corporations are running on this planet anyway?"
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The quiet hit Liora before anything else. it was rare, after all, for her to be able to hear her portals close; it was a soft and subtle ping that barely registered when she was doing other things. Still.. that wasn't he odd part. "Actually, not a lot of people come here. There usually isn't much traffic really... the strange part is the fact that such a call would come from here. Still..." Spectra smiled faintly at Queenie's ring and shook her head. "Oh, I don't carry one of those." There's no need. It was a gentle, mental nudge, and definitely more secure than tech frequencies. She breathed deeply, eyes closed. When she exhaled, slowly, all three of her eyes opened, filled with a subtle, violet glow as she extended her vision psychically.She looked to the main gate first, then the main entrance.
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Spectra's Notice checks! Notice (front gate): 1d20+14 18 Notice (main entrance): 1d20+14 21
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"I know exactly what they did to you. Calm down." It was easy for Arcturus to say in the moment. When it happened to him, he was hardly as level-headed about it. His gaze turned to Vermin, his eyes narrowed. "Your 'friend', huh? Hm. We'll see." Arcturus couldn't say that he particularly liked demons. They weren't evil exactly just... morally flexible in ways he didn't agree with. Even then, most lesser demons seemed pretty harmless. Vermin was just a schemer, and Filth was a pawn. THAT was the part he didn't like. As the conflict died down, he tore away at the balled up pipes, allowing the few trapped mutant rats left to escape. He shook his head and followed Filth afterward, keeping his bear form for the time being.
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GM February 5, 2018, 9:15 am Fires weren't an altogether unusual occurence. Accidents happened all over the city, and with a population as large as Freedom City's, they were bound to occur at some point or another. The Hampstead Apartments weren't exactly trouble magnets--a high rise apartment complex with several hundred tenants, it mostly went unnoticed by most who didn't already live there. Today, however, things were different. The fire started at around 9 am. In a matter of 15 minutes, however, the 3rd, 4th, and 5th floors of the ten story building were spewing thick, black smoke from broken windows, the flames raging inside enough for even Jessica to see it from a block away. The iire department was doing its best to combat the flames, but they only seemed to be spreading by the second, and it seemed that not everyone was out of the building yet...
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"Whoa! Hey!" Arcturus immediately moved to grab Filth; the instinct was less about protecting the mutant rats than it was that he didn't fully trust his aim. Despite the fact that Arcturus healed pretty quickly when the Beast Rune was cooperating, pain was pain. Bullets still hurt. the fact that Arcturus was much bigger than Filth wasn't lost on him. He was careful enough that he grabbed for Filth's gun arm and held it above his head. He couldn't even say that he blamed the kid for the way he reacted. Vermin's gloating didn't go unnoticed. "I swear I will put you in a box and drop you off in a monastery somewhere."YOU said you'd call off your army. Pretty sure the kid is part of your army. Or did I get that wrong?"