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Adam got Chinese. A huge, heaping plate of it. He was a bit self-conscious, but he assumed Lulu understood. He could put away a lot of food, and generally needed to. It wasn't like he was overweight. "Glad we got something to eat, first. My parents hired a dietitian to keep my nutrient intake up. I can burn through more than three thousand calories without even doing anything. Now that I'm doing intensive training, I eat more than two or three grown men." He winced, slightly. "Sorry, sorry. I'm used to very...frank discussions on my physiology and my psychology. Parents are doctors, so naturally I grew up knowing, well everything. That and they wanted me to know as much about me as I could. I think the term is TMI?"
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"Sounds like a plan. Most stores don't carry my sizes." He smiled at her as they walked into the mall. "I'd like to get some lunch too. I feel like I'm always hungry lately." He hoped he wasn't growing again. He was already very tall, any taller and it would be impossible to find clothes if he got much bigger. Then again, he could always pick up sewing or something. He took a deep breath and sighed. He was actually pretty happy for once. He wasn't too worried about homework. He was ahead in all his classes, anyway. Best to enjoy the moment.
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"We've got all day. We can hit a few more stores after the movie." Adam shrugged. Those stores sounded fine, especially the game store. "More time with you is hardly a bad thing." He felt a lot more comfortable saying things like that than he ever had before. Lulu liked him for him, and that was enough. This wasn't just 'hanging out', it was a date. She was clever, certainly clever enough to keep his interest. Plus, she cared about what he had to say. He worried about talking over her, 'mansplaining' to her and generally being an idiot, but she seemed to like him. He couldn't help it, he was grinning from ear to ear.
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April 13th, 11:30 AM It was a crisp New Jersey morning, and Adam was dressed for the part. He didn't enjoy the cold much. He could handle it, but he wasn't fond of it at all. He imagined Lulu would be less so. However, he wanted to get out and stretch his legs a bit, especially since they were close to Spring break. He hadn't been able to get out much, recently. He wore a jacket, jeans and long-sleeved shirt, along with his wig and false eyebrows. Like usual, he covered his entire body. He hated his scars and didn't want to be gawked at. At his height, that was already hard to avoid. "Shall we explore the mall a bit, first? Our show isn't until 12:30." He asked, smiling
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John had to admit, that made him flinch a bit. Whatever the 'officer' was, he suspected it wasn't quite unique. Bedlam, it seemed, was full of far more freaks and oddballs than he suspected. That was not a good thing by any measure. He could handle normal thugs with relative ease thanks to his powers, but beings like that strange 'cop' would be a very different thing. "There are a few honest cops in Bedlam." John said, gazing up at the buildings, gauging his jump. "Just not enough." He looked at the other two. He was strangely glad to have met the two of them tonight. Not that he wanted to make any long term plans (he preferred to operate solo) but if he ever ran across them, he imagined they'd be allies and not enemies. "If I ever run into either of you two again, you can count on me to help out." He said. He crouched slightly and leaped up at the nearest building. He was only visible to the naked eye for a moment, before he began running across the rooftops. He'd need to rest up at his safe house for a bit to let his wounds heal, but he'd be back out tomorrow night.
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"I used to think Bedlam didn't have these kinds of things." John said, bending over, his breath ragged. "I've never seen anything like that before. Have you?" He looked down at the fallen man in white. "He did get back up before." John said. "I wouldn't be surprised if he did again." He looked over at Arrowhawk. "Back when I was a cop, the criminals were a bit more ordinary." He looked up to the sky. "I have no idea what's been happening to this city lately."
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The man in white was dead, but he'd survived something bad before, John saw. John jumped straight up to avoid the car. He was surprised at his own reflexes, and took the opportunity to bring both fists down on top of the creature's head. It had no finesse, but John didn't need finesse. As soon as he recovered from landing, he reared back and kicked the buckled over 'officer' in the head as hard as he could. He stumbled back. Something flashed in his mind. A football field, bleachers, the smell of autumn leaves in the air and a pair of uprights in front of him. Was that Stephen's memory? Someone else's? It vanished as he cleared his head. "...the hell was that?" It was a valid question, either the about the creature or the flash of memory.
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Reflex save; 9 ...Imma say no HP to reroll, and; 26 Gonna power attack all out and use extra effort; 13 Surge for a second hit, also power attack 21 That's 2 DC28 TOU saves
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I know I've been in chat recently, but it's obvious that I haven't really returned to posting. I've been living in Louisiana for a while now, and I think I've gotten a good rhythm down. I'd like to begin a return to posting regularly. Apologies to anyone who was relying on me when I made my admittedly abrupt lifestyle change.
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John avoided the creature's attempt to grab him, ducking back before swinging wild at it's head. He could feel the impact, he could tell it was a solid hit. This person or thing was refusing to go down, and it was beginning to piss him off. John could tell that they'd hit it more than a couple of times, so why wasn't it slowing down. "What the hell are you?" John roared, stepping back into a ready stance. "Bedlam is just full of weirdos nowadays."
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20 For the opposed grapple check, not good. Gonna burn an HP for a reroll. 34 Much better I believe it's John's turn, so he's gonna haul off and punch this guy. 23
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John stepped forward quickly, closing distance in a blur. His was a practical fighting style, with basic punches, each one strong enough to crack concrete. He pivoted and swung hard at the 'officer' slamming his fist into the side of his head. John had no idea what this guy was or what his deal was, but punches seemed to affect him at least somewhat.
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23 on an attack. John is going to move in and try to punch Officer Friendly.
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Okay, toughness roll; 10 haha, no. That's death. Try that again. Burning an HP to not die. 27 Boom!
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John jumped to his feet like a shot. He cracked his neck and stretched a bit even as he started walking towards the car. He looked far less injured than someone hit by a car should. His gait was almost casual, deliberately underselling the danger he could be in. This enemy was unnatural, and he knew it. Arrowhawk got the worst of it, he could tell. "Thanks for cracking my back for me." He said, stretching a couple more times as he closed the distance to stand next to Mr. Strix. "Been bugging me for days. Must have slept on it wrong." His stance and mannerisms changed completely, and he practically growled out. "So you gonna come out and get your ass handed to you, or what?"
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Just move towards the car.
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23 For Acrobatics, to Instant Up. With that taken care of, John is gonna go for intimidate, maybe seeing him get up after being hit by a car will help the attempt; 26 This is to demoralize the driver
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Option 2, try to tank the car. 21 For the initial impact 14 Ehh, gonna burn an HP to save that; 9 That becomes a 19 then. 16 For Initiative, too
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Adam would have blushed, but he couldn't. Instead he did look bashful. "Thank you." He said. He offered his hand. "Would you like to dance?" Adam was not graceful, but he could manage to at least pretend to not be totally awful. Or at least, he hoped not to be that much more awful than anyone else. She was beautiful, and he felt incredibly self-conscious. He knew, distantly, that they didn't look bad together. His face was relatively scar and blemish free, but she was something else. He needed to keep his head on straight and his eyes on hers. Be polite, he thought to himself. Be polite.
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"Must be a supernatural cause, otherwise, this makes no sense." John said, looking at the scene intently. He knew of superheroes, of course. Bedlam had it's own supernatural residents, visible beneath the surface. He wondered how the gangs and thugs would feel, knowing that people like the man in white were in town. He could not, however, puzzle this out. So he began to search for yet more clues. You had to exhaust all evidence at the scene of the crime first, after all. Specifically, he focused on the tracks, and the wall. He didn't question how the man in white knew who's blood it was. Probably a side effect of his own strange abilities.
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Girlfriend is coming in for Thanksgiving as of Tuesday. Probably won't be on Discord until Saturday at the earliest. If anyone needs to reach me, please send me a PM here on site so I'll get it.
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"The killer was pale, possibly pure white, with a massive, inhuman mouth." John said. "I don't know what kind of thing it was." He paced, briefly, looking around. He was trying to piece something sane together out of all of this. He shook his head. "Hits are usually cold, brutal, but quick. Don't want to linger, don't want to be seen. Whoever did this didn't care. May have been trying to send a message. This doesn't look like anything I've seen before." He couldn't wrap his head around a motive, or a killer. Not yet, at least. "Canvas the area? That sounds like a good idea." He looked around the area. "Someone probably saw something. Here's hoping they're inclined to talk."
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Adam kept his thoughts to himself. Leroy was a lot better at negotiations and discussions than he was. He was not the diplomatic one. He hoped Pan and Jack could find the book, because Adam was at a loss for words. He needed to confer with the others about what was happening, what was going to happen and what needed to happen. He felt mostly useless, struggling to think of something to do in this unusual situation. Ah, well, he'd lend his muscle or mind to whatever effort they needed.
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"Deaths produce powerful spiritual impressions." John said. "I can enter a sort of trance-like state, giving me visions of the death. Those visions are the impressions left by someone, either killer or victim. They're usually pretty scrambled, making it hard to figure out what's happening in them." He was certain that would raise more questions than he was prepared to answer, but he didn't care. This case was a strange one, and he could use some cooperation. Frankly, neither of them were quite in the range of human ability anyway. He had his own questions about their behavior.
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Adam Adam was late. Not excessively, just slightly. He hated any sort of lateness. A lifetime of living on a schedule had given him a unique appreciation for promptness. He'd been reading in his tux and totally forgot when the dance started. Luckily, he was fast. So as Monica wandered in after her rather abrupt entrance, Adam walked meekly in behind her. He was wearing a tuxedo. Nothing fancy or outlandish, with a silver vest and bow tie. His hair, or, rather, wig, was combed neatly for once. With that said, the tux was effective. He looked trim, sharp, and well put together. He felt a lot less self conscious than normal, and was very glad that there was no scarring visible on his face. He felt confident, assured and calm. Then he saw Lulu, and he swore his mind hit a glitch. There she was, sweet, kind, and beautiful. She was always beautiful, of course, but in the light of the dance, his feet rooted in place. "Screw it, fortune favors the bold." He mumbled to himself before stepping towards Lulu. He smiled his best smile and hoped it was his best, then inclined his head, doing his level best not to scan her from head to toe. "You look beautiful tonight." He managed, hoping not to sound as awkward as he felt.