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"Sorry Sam but not really. My powers aren't much to write home about compared to yours or Kris'. I can alter my personal orientation with gravity allowing me to walk on walls like they were the ground or to jump fifteen feet straight up." Playing an action card allowing her to draw a pair of cards she added, "Still, I've been experimenting and pushing my limits on what I can do but no, I can barely lift a handful of cards without sending the whole deck into the ceiling yet. Sending fifty kilograms over six kilometers is a bit beyond my reach. Though, give me twenty minutes in Radio Shack and I can have said weight pulling donuts in the soccer field." After playing a minion and drawing the two cards to end her turn she leaned back and gave a playful grin, "No Benz rides? What about the Tesla?"

Apologies for my absence. Just when I acclimate to full-time overnight work, I pick up a part-time day job. Because I'm a masochist...

When the depthshade came in swinging for the acrobatic heroine's face again she was able to duck a powerful, if clumsy, blow before delivering a heel-kick to the creature's own jaws while back-flipping away, using a webline and a lower gravity field to pull herself onto a nearby wall out of easy retribution range. Landing in a crouch she was just able to see Wave-Eye deliver his own strike to the creature's face. Tritons don't have a 'kid gloves' setting when it comes to combat, do they? she thought to herself.

Ref: 1d20+8=15 Fort: 1d20+9=10...

Sorry for the tardiness, picked up a second job adding an extra 26 hours to my work week... Done nothing but work and sleep for two weeks now. Sense motive: 1d20+9=12, yeesh... K. Tech rolls: 1d20+9=12 and 27 Wow IC hates me tonight.

Silver Spider blinked back the sting of the light she narrowly avoided being blinded by and looked back out the vent. Seeing Towers, she sighed and gave the covering two solid kicks, causing it to fall to the floor with a clatter before she followed suit. With a slight surge of her gravitational control, she slowed her decent enough she was able to land gently on her feet. She had to restrain herself from slugging the goon who had reached for his grenade, instead settling for offhandedly webbing him further as she made her way towards the broken windows. As she neared Glow, "Shameless advertising or not, at least he isn't tearing up sporting goods stores anymore."

I see no reason to take a swing at him. IC post within 12 hours...

Gonna take a swing at Depthshade 2, 1d20+11=26.

Just be sure, is anyone still up and an active threat or are the mooks all currently grappled/blinded/webbed?

"To be fair Kris, I was a little busy struggling into my body armor to stop and take in the show," Jen replied to her girlfriend with a wink. In reply to Sam gave back a similar grin. "It was one part dress code for where we were going and another part of this Vicky friend of hers. I understand threats of being teleported sizable distances were involved but when I asked Kristin just gets this sulky look on her face and says," Jen's voice puts an approximation of her telekinetic girlfriend's accent, " 'I don't want to talk about it'." Jen allowed Sam to pick two cards from her hand after she shuffled them, losing a pair of steampunk cards. The young woman then played her enchantress again and drew a pair of cards to end her turn. "That depends Sam. My last bet involved driving lessons in my Benz against a kiss. That particular wager just isn't feasible for this game," she answered before continuing with well disguised false confidence, "But if you were thinking of a cash bet..."

Silver Spider Wisp

"First date quickly devolved into a fight in the middle of Saint Geogre's Cathedral thanks to a bunch of jerks trying to steal some holy relics they have stored there. Second date was a lot more normal, just bowling with a couple wagers to make things interesting," Jennifer said as she placed the escape hatch action card to cancel out Sam's flame trap before she placed an enchantress next to it. Drawing her card from the minion and putting the minion back in her hand she reached for her two cards to finish her turn. Leaning back in her seat she smiled, "Car surfing does sound pretty awesome. Usually, when I'm not driving one I'm working under it."

The shadowy limb connected with the scientist, directly in the jaw, snapping her teeth together with an audible click of ivory. Between the unearthly powerful swing and the water that began dripping onto her mask's lenses, the young scientist was having a difficult time both focusing her mind and her eyes as she tried to wipe the streaks of water from her view. Blinking behind her mask and shaking her head to try and clear her rung bells, she assumed a slightly more defensive stance, waiting for the shadowed creature to take another shot.

1d20+9=18, bruised and dazed. IC soon

Vicky hauled an almost full-to-bursting trash bag over to the steadily growing pile of them not far from the table with the snacks and drinks. While she was there she grabbed a bottle of water, cracked the top off and guzzled nearly half the contents down in a matter of seconds. Just as she was about to screw the cap back on and stick the bottle in her pocket, she noticed some light shining across the lake. Looking over at the organizer she asked, "Hey, any idea what's causing that light?" By the time she was able to point it out though, it was gone.

1d20+6=26 Dazzle successfully dodged.

As the nearest one of the terrorist reached for his belt, presumably going to pull the grenade hanging from it to throw at Glow, Silver Spider took careful aim from her hiding spot behind an air vent. With just the minimal amount of web stream to lock the criminal in place she let loose her blast, trapping his hands to his sides, his feet to the floor and his mouth shut. Good thing he hadn't pulled the pin yet... she thought as she tried to quietly untangle herself to move to a new firing position.

26 and 24 respectively.

Well, they're minions so should be easy enough to power-attack -2 atk/+2 DC and take 10 to web-up the nearest one (makes it a DC 20 Ref to avoid entangling/binding), assuming an 18 hits of course.

Silver Spider moved to the front of the bank as well, pulling some splinters of the fan she had destroyed and some chair padding that had flown up and stuck to her costume when one of the other heroes beat the stuffing out of it, literally, when she had tried to help one of the civilians out the door. Moving to lean against the teller's counter she heard the scraping of glass coming from her boot and sighed, I'm going to be pulling shrapnel from this costume for days. She stood next to Foreshadow as she pulled the shard from her boot's heel, "Certainly a new spin on a cliched heist." Dusting her hand on her pants she held it out, "Silver Spider, I don't believe we've met."

Silver Spider >Automated Withdrawl >A Deck Built for Two >I Crush Everything Wisp >Clean Up On Lake MacKenie >No Tern Unstoned

1d20+9=19

Jen gave her girlfriend a wink, "I can't believe you still won't fess up to using your powers on that last pin. I've run the numbers, it is physically impossible for that hit to have knocked over the pin let alone have taken the other one." At the other girls' looks the scientist gave a somewhat embarrassed shrug, "Sometimes long flights are a good place to run physics equations. I can't really practice messing with gravity while tens of thousands of feet in the air." Setting her now shuffled deck on the table and holding her hand out over the stack, the African-American closed her green eyes and concentrated. After most of a minute the topmost cards began to haltingly move upwards into her hand, as if the cards couldn't tell if they wanted to move up or down. "Still working on that trick," she said, taking her starting hand and letting the extras fall back onto the pile.

Seeing that the Deep One's Watersinger-turned-spy had managed to fire off an attack before her webbing had struck home, Silver Spider dropped down, light as a feather and rushed up towards his struggling form. "Or we can do this the hard way," she sighed. Before he could take his attention from breaking his bonds, the young adventurer grabbed a fistful of web and robe in her left hand and drove her right squarely into his face. She was rewarded by his eyes briefly losing focus before rolling back and him going limp. Wiping the residue of her webbing off her glove she started to walk away. Over her shoulder she muttered, "Nighty night. Jerk."

Jennifer looked at her own set of cards, the wizard and steampunks decks as she shuffled the two. She had originally suggested they play Pandemic but Sam had suggested this card game instead and always being up for learning a new game, she agreed. She had really wanted to bring Star Trek Cataan but the game tended to take too long to teach to new players. Watching her girlfriend shuffle her own cards, she noticed the modest ring she had bought the girl for her birthday and absently touched the matching ear cuff. "I just hope Steampunks and Wizards mix nicely, though I blame my little brother for my picking these two. James just won't stop going on and on about this high fantasy steampunk game he's working on," the African-American girl said.