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Same attack bonus; 23, same damage DC, 22, same target,
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Mali kept to the shadows until she didn't have to. She popped out of seemingly nowhere and blindsided the first enemy she saw, slamming her elbow into his face and sending him sprawling to the ground. She turned and kicked the next man square in the midsection, but something must have gone wrong, because he didn't drop, or flinch, or care. Oops.
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17 for initiative
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While Mali doesn't benefit from sneak attack, she does benefit from being in her enemies faces before they can try to shoot her, so another stealth, taking 10 for 23, and a DC22 toughness save. Takedown attack until I run out of minions or someone passes a save.
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I think Mali will wait for the perfect moment to strike....if you want Terrifica to catch up first, of course.
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Mali has wall crawling with her grapple gun
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22 on stealth (Skill Mastery) to approach the helicopter before they take off. I assume Terrifica can spot her on account of knowing she's there
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Hannah chuckled at that. Her rainbows would certainly prove interesting. "Yeah, if someone in a movie trips out on drugs I could really help. I can control the shapes, the force, the hardness, but not the colors." She shrugged. "Kinda sucks, but, I live with it. This place was pretty good." She smiled, feeling full and, actually, pretty good. Corinne was weird, but not in an invasive, mean, aggressive way. She felt like she could retreat if she needed to, and that breathing room made her feel unwilling to.
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Mali considered that. She liked Claremont, and she found herself using meditation to quell her more dangerous urges. It was self therapy, but it helped, a lot. She didn't like to admit that she enjoyed violence. She sometimes felt like she was holding her own leash. Yet, the awareness of that feeling was how she kept it at bay. She knew she could get bad, so, she didn't. Reaching out to someone with powers and helping them might help. She was feeling a bit restless, she needed a bit more. "Okay." She said. "I mean, sure. Probably do some phone conversations, get some things down, but I see what you're saying. I'm not that much older than her, she might talk to me."
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Mali chuckled. It was not her style. Yet, it was cute, she couldn't deny it. She might even wear it from time to time. But, she did recognize the branding. It was high quality, and one of her usual brand. "Thank you." She said, sincerely. It was a nice helmet. Cute, she'd probably wear it occasionally. It was an odd contrast to her normal wear, but, that wasn't too bad of a thing. "I'll wear it....with one of my other riding jackets." Because, of course, she owned more than one.
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Crimson Tiger decided to follow the people who had bought the guns, rather than the sellers. She realized there was little she could do to stop the sellers at this point, she didn't even have any proper evidence. The buyers, though, if she could just get the guns out of the way, maybe she could stop things here. The corporation was in some dirty business, but she wasn't sure she had the know how to stop it. So, she stalked the buyers. Carefully.
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"Oh, um, I've been here since last year. I think same as you." She had seen him before, a few times, out of the corner of her eye. But, she figured she herself was a lot less noticeable. "Oh, sorry, you, probably weren't talking to me." She blushed and buried her nose in a book for a few moments, trying her very best to be even smaller. Gah, open mouth, insert foot.
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"OH, um, hey." Hannah gave a little wave. She recognized him, vaguely. "Thanks for the heads up." She definitely sounded sincere. She had probably seen Riley before. He was cute, tough looking, probably totally uninterested in her. The fact that he was climbing down a tree from a rope barely fazed her. Claremont was full of enough weird where she learned to let things slide, even if questions itched at the back of her head. Like, why was he in a tree?
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Hannah smiled and waved. She was not unwilling to interact with Robin, she had nothing against her. However, Robin's presence was a little disruptive. Hannah stopped trying to fall back, and went back to get a drink from her water bottle. "I don't mind." She said, trying her best to look like she was taking a break because she as thirsty, and not because she was suddenly a hell of a lot more self-conscious.
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She laughed. "I have five siblings." She shook her head. "It's....why I'm not noticed much. I'm fourth in line." She shrugged, somewhat bashful. "So, yeah, that's why I get overlooked. My parents love me, but, I mean, I'm the least remarkable, the least pretty, the least talented, the least....least. Guess the rainbows are my subconscious' way of lashing out." She paused, there was a potential element of truth to that. Though she had to admit, she liked the rainbows.
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It really wasn't detective work that brought Crimson Tiger to the building. It was more like following a trail. A trail of groaning, unconscious thugs whom she caught with the bad sort of weapons. It was really happenstance that she overheard the right conversation. She wasn't as prepared as Terrifica, though. She really just wanted to see if she could follow the trail somewhere else, figure out what was going on. She couldn't believe her dumb luck when she found out this was a major weapons deal. An illegal, major weapons deal. So, here she was, in the rafters, watching and waiting to see what happened. A frontal assault was probably not the best move on a bunch of armed guys.
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Hannah smiled, nodded. "You've seen me. I'm small, I keep out of the way. I mean, I'm mostly overlooked, especially in a place like that. Here I am, shooting rainbows. It's tough, sometimes. I wish I didn't have them sometimes, or that they were less big, less obvious. Why couldn't I have the power to turn invisible or shrink or something, you know?" She took a deep breath. "But, this is what I have, so, I'm using it." "I compartmentalize it. People know what I can do, but I'm not a show off, so I'm only noticed when I use them." She shrugged, and took a drink.
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John spotted Vassily with his gun, and growled. He ran forward, charging as fast as he could, closing distance quickly. He smashed his hand into Vassily's chest, sending him sprawling back. "This isn't going well, for you, Blowfish." John said, looking at the assembled goons, sprawled and trying to stand. "Cut your losses."
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23 on that notice roll Attacking, got a 10, going to reroll that 17 since this is a charge, this is a 19 Going to try to hit Vassily who's just reappeared, he's currently armed, so John's going to go after the guy with his gun out. EDIT: This is a charge, so he's going to be getting +2 to attack and -2 on his defense next round.
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Tagging
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Mali took the box and gave Amir a look, but, it wasn't an angry one. She was curious, confused, but, she accepted it graciously. "Okay, well, cool." She smiled. "Thanks." She held it for a moment. Amir was, well, even richer than she was, even richer than her dad. The temptation to tear into the box was easily overrode by her self control. She would handle it graciously, and politely. So, she opened it.
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Hannah nodded, slowly. This was helping. She felt a bit better. She was self-conscious when she felt Corinne adjust her pants, but since Corinne didn't mention it, the moment passed. She fell back, again, and felt good. The distribution of weight meant she didn't feel any pain from the impact. She wondered if being more top heavy than Corinne would affect her ability to do some of the things Corinne was teaching her. She let the thought pass from her head. She chuckled. "I'm kinda pudgy, but I'm not totally out of shape." she said. It was true, she was at least average, and proud of it.
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Hannah watched, and managed to repeat it, somewhat. She understood the idea of weight distribution, and impact, and all that. She managed not to hurt herself, though she wondered if she looked stupid She didn't think Corinne would judge her for that. Judging didn't seem her style at all, that was something Hannah was grateful for. "Like this?" She asked, laying on the floor a moment before getting herself back up. She winced slightly, not from pain, but from general discomfort. Her pants weren't well fitted for this.
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Hannah was tearing into her tamales, perhaps, not as fast or as aggressively as Corinne, but she was quite hungry. Hannah listened, quietly, and nodded. "Lots of people have trouble getting control. That's half of what it's all about. Education, and control. You're probably not the only person who eats more after using powers either. I'm not a scientist, but energy is energy, and maybe some people burn through it more than others." She could tell Corinne was struggling more than she was even letting on. Hannah had no intention on judging her for it.
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Hannah was dressed considerably more modestly. Baggy, ill fitting sweat pants and a loose fitting t-shirt. The t-shirt was bought for her, but the pants were not. She had a little bit of softness around her midsection that she was not comfortable with, and kept her tops loose fitting. She was, however, grateful that the hand-me-downs didn't consist of her entire wardrobe. What little athletic ability she had, however, was based on her having decent coordination. She wasn't a klutz on top of everything. She did the stretches she knew, which were basic and effective. "I'd have to do way more working out than I'm used to then." She half-joked