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Wisp looked on as the monster, for no other word could adequately describe what she saw rising from the water. Acting on instinct, and more than a little bit of primal, instinctual fear, she tried to focus to create a blast of crackling energy between her palms. With an effort of will, she launched the sphere at Dagon. His sudden roar as she launched the attack however knocked her off balance, causing the attack to just barely miss it's misshapen head. "Damn it!" she muttered as she watched the blast sail clean past.

Finally getting her breath back, Vicky took the opportunity of Kristin's distraction to shimmy backwards and out of immediate sight before focusing her concentration on the raging storm of emotions in her mind. Breathing in and out slowly she focused them into something useful, a blast of crackling light-blue and black energy of her own. With hardly a sound she shot the sphere at the pink and black clad witch. "You know Klara," she said after it impacted in a small explosion of cascading energy," I never liked when you called me, or my ex that. I'll give you one chance to back down and leave Freedom City." As the smoke cleared, the look on Wisp's face as her tormentor stood, all indications showing her unharmed, was one of near defeat.

Hide: 1d20+15=27 Attack: 1d20+10=14 Klara's notice: 1d20+10=22 Klara's save: 1d20+10=30 ...Seems IC kinda likes Klara.

As the green force began to wrap around her, the young woman flexed her arms, revealing a level of strength far beyond what her frame would suggest she was capable of, shattering the coalescing hold she was in. Switching to English flavored with just a hint of a Russian accent she replied, "And you, bitch, should mind your own business. Or are you this stupid lesbo's girlfriend?" With that the attacker flew forward, arm cocked back to deliver a devastating backhand to Kristin.

1d20+24=31 Yep, she's only annoyed now... 1d20+10=17 in her attempt to backhand the Wonder from Downunder.

Before Vicky could respond, the former cheerleader raised her left hand and unleashed another blast of light blue energy from her palm. The blast caught the white haired girl just shy of her shoulder, spinning her in place and knocking the air from her lungs. It was just by pure luck the strike had missed her bag's cross-body strap but it left a hole in her shirt revealing the ruined bra strap and angry red flesh beneath. As the hero tried to regain her breath, the flesh quickly began healing, the only sign of impact being the clothes damage.

Vicky gets an HP for an old foe returning, one that knows he secret ID no less. Kris gets one too as now another villain knows who she is. 21, Klara: Unharmed 19, Wisp: Unharmed, HP x5 16, Glow: Unharmed, HP x3 Well, Klara's a vindictive bitch so, she's going to attack Wisp again. 1d20+10=28Ouchies... Wisp's save, 1d20+9=19 Failed by six so bruised, dazed. During her action, Vicky's regen heals the bruise but that's all she can do. 21, Klara: Unharmed 19, Wisp: Unharmed, Dazed, HP x5 16, Glow: Unharmed, HP x3

Floating above the statue's head, her long brown hair flowing in the soft breeze, was a face Vicky hadn't seen in almost a year and a half. Deep down, while she knew she wasn't a victim anymore, the face of her chief tormentor from her school back in Chicago still filled her with a vague sense of dread and unease. The black and pink costume flowed smoothly as the young woman lowered her clenched right fist, wisps of blue energy still crackling around her knuckles. "Hello Victoria," she said in flawless Russian, "I believe you broke my jaw then skipped town before we could finish our chat. I'd like to pick up where we left off..."

"Note I said complain, not whine or bitch about. The first one, at least in my mind, is just venting because it's annoying. The latter two are cries for attention," Vicky said comfortingly. "I can't promise what you share for publication will always be in my hands. Lou and Mona are good folks and know what it's like to live without the safety of a mask. And given the influx of convention requests everyone's been getting, I fear my time being able to keep my identities separate is drawing to a close." "They can be expensive but that's why you aren't technically being paid. I was banking on you saying yes to swing the new threads honestly," she said with a sheepish grin. "My paycheck isn't that spectacular, given the house is just getting rolling." Packing her tablet and water the young artist rose to her feet and was about to offer to teleport them both to her office to talk with Mona about making everything official when a bolt of light blue energy, similar to her own zipped past her shoulder.

And now the fun begins. Klara will be played by AA's Ultiman Exile build. Surprise round: Klara goes to blast Wisp in the back. 1d20+10=13, dang. Init! Klara: 1d20+2=21 Vicky: 1d20+11=19

Right, too used to thinking in D&D terms again (buddies are trying to get the band back together) so when I look at the defense, I was thinking that was the target number not 10 + number... IC coming soonTM.

Just checking but looking at the sheet, shouldn't it's defense be a total of 9 since it's been lowered a PL?

"I do. Since I recall you complaining about reporters on a regular basis I thought we'd give you a chance to take control of the situation instead of the media being the ones calling the shots," Vicky stated, leaning back a little herself. "Thanks, I spent most of last weekend working on it. It's just the design, but I know a pretty awesome tailor who can probably have this made in a matter of hours or, at most, days, depending on if you go for the morphic molecule treated fabrics or not. Still, I'm glad you like it," she said.

Wisp, not wanting to actually touch the eldritch abomination, is going to blast the bitch. 1d20+10=18

"Scary was what I was going for. Pack hunters with corrosive drool, more intelligence than the typical wolf, enough muscle to make the UFC look like a bunch of pencil necked geeks, and razor sharp claws. They provide one heck of a challenge for now. And I haven't even brought in their pack alpha yet," the artists says with a glint in her eyes. "People love reading about heroes, they want to get to know who they are both the adventures not covered by the local news, like things happening in other dimensions or on other planets, and in their personal lives. And, to the best of my knowledge, until you've signed an exclusivity contract with somebody, anybody can write you into their work." "Which brings me back to why we're here. Fulcrum asked me to offer you such a deal. It gets you some good press, both from adventures you've had and from charitable donations made in your name from the revenue," Vicky explained, tapping her computer and switching windows in the art program. "Whether you accept or not, the offer also comes with a new costume."

Vicky turned the screen to face her friend. "It's the last few pages for the next issue. These Doomhounds have been pretty fun to draw but the detailing on their scales and fangs is taking a toll on my poor pen," she said holding up the worn down nib on the stylus. "Actually, it's a little of 'A' and a little of 'B' as to why I asked you out here to this, as you put it, 'pain-in-the-butt spot'. My boss is looking to see if any local heroes are interested in having their adventures published by Archemedia. I figure you'd be a good start, before the folks at Castle notice you on YouTube and don't bother asking before the comicbook version of you has used your likeness in plots you might not care for."

Catching Crow's hand signals she nodded and gave the boy a quick wink and a smile with her own thumbs up. Wisp watched from her perch as the bear demon tried to get back to its feet, "Oh no you don't," she muttered. In a plume of her distinctive smoke she vanished from where she stood only to reappear several times randomly around her ursine enemy. The appearance of each plume was punctuated by a powerful punch or bone jarring kick. Returning to her original location she watched through the quickly dissipating smoke as the bear wobble and then fall over, unconscious.

Thursday, June 14th, 11:45am The sun down on the Sentry Statue overlooking the bay. Sitting on top of the head of the statue a white haired young woman in a black polo shirt fiddled with a tablet computer, adding detailing to a drawing of creatures somewhere between wolf and lizard fighting an archer and a wizard. Saving her work she checked the computer's clock before reaching into her messenger bag and pulling out a bottle of water. Taking a long pull she wondered silently if Kristin would be able to make the meeting. She'd asked to meet here simple because it was fairly secluded, at least outside the statue was, and the business she wanted to discuss was fairly sensitive.

"Committing I can do, as much as my schoolwork will allow anyway," Vicky said before poofing from one side of the room to the other to check out the offices. "Well, I'm not exactly a contractor but I can, at the very least, help with the heavy lifting of the materials," she said looking over the rooms before glancing at her new coworkers and adding with a grin, "Then again, that's a tad redudant, isn't it?" Returning to where she had started she took a sip of her coffee, "You have a phone book? I can give him a call and see if we can set up a meeting."

1d20+11=13 Speedster fail...

Siphon rushed forward, his hands balled into fists as he stepped into the office and took a quick assessment of what was going on. In his power and adrenaline fueled rush he spotted Finnegan and his henchman attacking Starlight almost before the door had opened fully. Running forward, his muscles singing with the motions, the power-thief pulled back and swung at Finnegan's goon. Unfortunately for the former football player, his hand to hand skills were somewhat lacking and the hired muscle was able to roll with the blow, virtually negating the impact. Okay, note to self, start taking lessons when we get home he mentally groused.

All-Out and Power Attack shifting her to +13 atk, +12 damage (plus autofire), +8 defense. 1d20+13=15 Well... crap. Since it's final combat, HP! 1d20+13=18+10=28. That should knock Booboo out.

1d20+7=20 to punch mr. remaining mook in the face.

After surveying her work, making sure none of the monsters were getting back up she turned towards her boyfriend and gave a little smirk and with a slight laugh said, "Oh sure, now you notice." Jumping down off the roof of the car she'd landed on she moved over to the one Crow stood upon. Noting the trident laying on the ground, part of her wanted to pick the thing up and snap it in half. But given the runes running along its length she could clearly see that this was a very bad idea. Wisp surveyed the various cars, looking for anyone who might be in need of her 'ambulance special', a quick teleport to nearby EMTs.

With a slight jerking of her right fist towards herself, Wisp's energy blast, still moving down the tunnel after missing the Deep-One suddenly reversed its direction. "You know, you shouldn't have taken your eye off the ball," she said with a smirk just before the crackling sphere of energy crashed into her foe's back. Glancing around as the water rushed out of the tunnel and the look of shock far too familiar on the alien faces of the Cthuloid horrors, the teleporter focused her mind and in a series of smokey bursts threw an overwhelming assault on the monsters. A few seconds after she started, the smoke cleared to show four unconscious hydromancers and one white haired teen soaked with tunnel water, breathing hard as she maintained a defensive posture.