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Kat "Well, er, I don't want you to lag behind, but I could carry you. I think." She says with a quick estimation of Rachel's weight, though the main thing that sticks in her mind is well, the heat. "I'm not sure though, it would be a bit rough and tumble, also kind of hot... not too hot though. I do carry things around when I jump sometimes. I'm not sure if that is a, um issue?" Kat says wondering if she is made of ice or frozen or something. With people you couldn't just assume, just like Kat wouldn't want people to assume she could have a cold shower.
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Rachel "err, The docs only said I was immune to extreme cold. They didn't say anything about heat." Rachel says thoughtfully. "Still I had a hot shower this morning and it didn't seem to do any harm so as long as you don't make it too hot it should be fine. If it gets too hot I'll let you know before I melt." "oh and thanks for the offer"
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Jeffery Estoc wrests himself from the grasp of his ape companion, clattering to the pavement with a groan. "And I thought running in this armour sucked. No offense Tim, but that was horrible." He heaves himself to his knees and then up. Estoc summons one of his namesake swords, before noticing absolutely nothing. "Isn't there a little more, I don't know, action at most crime scenes?" He goes to help Sprite up, saying as he works "Should I summon all of the swords I'll need, or... what?" Jade Mage fucked around with this message at 02:16 on Mar 12, 2014 |
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Kat "Nevermind , it is too dangerous, and a stupid idea. Thinking on it now, sorry- Just sorry." She said and looked down thinking it over more closely. "I've never tried it with a person you see, and well, I don't know if it would work or not." Axe-man fucked around with this message at 04:26 on Mar 12, 2014 |
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Sprite Lydia isn't sure how she does it, exactly. It isn't a matter of the copper or fiber being a single, continuous medium, because neither are, and it doesn't have anything to do with cable length either. A few miles as the crow flies might have several multiples in phone line between points A and B. And even if any of that explained things, there's the matter of how she gets the phone to go off the hook from the inside. She tries not to think about it too much. There's a payphone around the corner from the bank, and Molly is ready to hang up the phone here for her once she's gone. Sprite stares down the rosette pattern on the mouthpiece for a few seconds and there is a sensation of speed, like being a fluid forced down a dark, warm pipe then a bright flash as she returns to a much less constrained subset of three dimensions and falls out of the phone shelter. "Thanks," Sprite says, taking Estoc's hand and hoisting herself up. "It's not quite one-dimensional in there, but it's close enough. Coming back out is disorienting. Like someone turning the lights on when you've got them turned off for a reason." She pauses. He's right. There's no spinny lights, no gunfire or shouting. "Could be someone pulling a fast one. Gimme a second." Opening her senses wider than usual, Sprite rotates in a slow circle, looking and listening for anything amiss. --- Wallhack! Specifically the bits where she can look through walls (Vision Penetrates Concealment) and perceive radio transmissions (Radio). Insight +9, Perception +10, if either might help or be applicable.
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Tim winces as the Knightly Hero falls to the ground like a noble sack of potatoes. "Hey, it wasn't all that much fun for me either, Kid, that suit of yours pinches something fierce. We need to get you a horse..." He pauses politely for a moment while Sprite spins about scanning the immediate area, "...Or at least a bike." Probably not all that useful, considering the present company, but I've got Ultra-Hearing and Acute Smell with Perception +6
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Herschel Langley Memorial Park - Ascalon Gardens District The kitten stares blankly back up at Match as she slowly descends towards the kitty. Unfortunately for her though, the kitten was a little ways into tree so there were a few branches and a lot of leaves in her way. It was a bit tricky getting both hands in close enough to pick up the poor kitty~! oh no! roll acrobatics to get around the branch! Outside of the Fist National Back of Delaware - Downtown Ascalon *Good afternoon Ascalon, this is Heather Jones with your hourly traffic report. As usual, the gardens district is a parking lot, not a lot of movemen-* Nope, nothing on the local radio transmissions. Peeking through the wall and taking in a big sniff respectively, Sprite and Tim try to scope the Back out from the front. Sprite's sight into the building is limited, but even so she doesn't see anything out of the usual. Tellers, customers lining up and being impatient, several small offices inside occupied by managers trying to coax long term loans from low income earners. Scummy stuff, maybe, but this was no robbery. And Time couldn't small anything that indicated a break in. No gunpowder, or singeing from laser beams, or explosives or exhaust from a mobile drill to get into the safe. Only a hotdog and coffee cart on the corner. Nothing out of the ordinary. This may require further investigation! Assuming Molly was on the ball, that is. you both got 17's whaaaaaaat
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The Revenger Herschel Langley Memorial Park; 1 > 0 Hero Points At the sight of the well kept, but parking lot free park blocking their way, Roy drew his head inside the car. He'd been leaning out the window the whole drive there, and encouraged Garret to go faster. "Well dang..." Roy sighed, scratching under his cowl. They began circling around the outer perimeter of the park, searching for a spot, but it was futile. "No, you know what? Not dang. Not dang at all! I have an idea Italian guy," Roy said, suddenly grasping the wheel and turning it sharply to the left, leaving the car to shudder and vault into the parks green grass, "Hold on! There is a kitten that needs us, and it is a Garfield." Law be damned, Roy would never shy away from committing crimes to save small animals. Never. ~*~*~*~ Spending a hero point and using Beginner’s Luck to give Roy an extra +5 to his Drive, leaving him with a total +9 Drive! to safely navigate the park in the fancy car and get to the kitten.
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Silverback - Fist National Back of Delaware's Parking Lot Tim sighs a bit. He'd missed his coffee this morning, because "Monkeys don't drink coffee," and the strong scent wafting through the air only served as a bitter reminder. "Well, I don't see or smell anything fishy out here. Maybe we're early?" He caught the scent of coffee again. Ah geeze, it'll only take a second. "Listen, you two keep an eye peeled. I'm gonna go investigate that coffee stand, see if they know anything." Gorilla need coffee badly
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Herschel Langley Memorial Park - Ascalon Gardens District Mounting the curb, Roy drives the Lamborghini straight at a tree. But at the last second weaves out of the way, only to end up in front of another tree! But then Roy swerves again! With the reflexes of a fighter pilot, Roy slaloms across the park and in between every tree on the way to the kitty. Which tree had the kitty in it was difficult to tell from inside a car going a hundred miles an hour across grass, but that just meant Roy had some more time to show off his killer driving skills. Eventually the pair spot Julie hovering above one of the trees, and a quick leap of logic suggests that was the tree they were looking for. Slamming on the hand break, Roy powerslides up to the kitten trapping tree. Though it looks like they were going to crash and take both tree and kitten down with them, Roy manages to pull up just inches away from the trunk.  [3:48pm] Robodog: !r 1d20+9 [3:48pm] Maidbot: Robodog, 20+9 = 29 So, rolling a twenty is a critical success. In general, critical successes mean that whatever crazy bullshit you were trying to do works, though there are situations where it still needs to beat a set DC to work. In the case of skills, a critical success means that you manage to get done whatever it is you were trying to do. Bears, you loving lucked out. Outside of the Fist National Back of Delaware - Downtown Ascalon There's a little bit of a line at the stand, but in sheer deference to the gorilla approaching they stand aside for Tim. The hotdog and coffee stand operator didn't quite know what to do. "Ummm. Sorry sir… or ma'am. We don't serve bananas." He settles on after a few awkward moments of silence between the two.
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Sprite Aaand... hm. Lydia stops and frowns. "Weird. There's nothing on the police band, and nothing obvious going on inside that I can see." She taps a temple. "Wallhacking sight. Fortunately won't get me VAC banned in real life." "Maybe it's an old-fashioned robbery, or someone's using mind control." She thinks. "I wonder if they have, like, two panic buttons. One for regular robbers, one for super-powered ones. 'Cause it's kind of funny we'd get a call and the cops wouldn't get boo."
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Silverback - Outside the Fist National Back of Delaware Tim fights the urge to roll his eyes. At least his 7 year old had an excuse for her ignorance. "I'll settle for a cup of your finest then, boss." He rumbles genially reaching for his wallet, kept in a small black pouch at his waist. Some days more than others, he missed having pants. How would you feel about me using Expertise: Rent-a-Cop +2 to make friends with people in a crappy retail situation? Assuming they aren't Ape-Racist, that is.
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Julie Man, even the cat is getting her name wrong. Julie circles the tree and twists, eying and peering in, looking closely. It's tough to get in there, with all the branches. Sadly, Mr. Tree Cat doesn't feel like getting out on a far branch. Julie angles herself sideways and tries to slip in close for a kitty grab. <Platonicsolid> !roll 1d20+2 <Maidbot> Platonicsolid, 15+2 = 17
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Garrett M. Blazington III – In Pursuit of Parking Somewhere Near Herschel Langley Memorial Park "Italian? I am not Ita—WHAT IN THE NAME OF ACHETIA'S ACCURSED ARSE ARE YOU DOING!" shouts the devil when Roy takes over and plunges his precious, expensive car straight into the tree–riddled expanse of the park. What follows is all a blur to Garrett until, finally, the Diablo and its occupants have come to a stop, and one that doesn't involve anybody getting horribly mangled or the car's paint getting scratched, either! "Roy," breathes Garrett, closing his eyes and taking a moment to collect himself, "I am torn between telling you to never, ever do that again, and asking you to show me how the Hell you did that." He glances out the window, up at the hovering Julie. "But for now, I believe we have a cat to rescue, no?" Getting out of the car, Garrett walks round the tree once, then looks up at the continuing spectacle of superheroine versus kitten. "Do you need a hand?" he calls up to her—not that he himself is going to lend one, of course, but should the kitten prove especially reluctant to vacate the arboreal premises, he could call in his…associates.
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Kat "You know wait a minute here." She walked quickly back into the headquarters in search for some sort of transportation that wouldn't kill someone. Kat if nothing was a realist, and knew it was the only way to do it for sure not hurt someone.
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Herschel Langley Memorial Park - Ascalon Gardens District Mach is closing in on the kitty, slowly working her way through the branches to get a good vector on grabbing the feisty feline. She takes her time, not wanting to spook the kitty, and moving in so that she was just inches away from grabbing that kitten. Then some idiots almost crash a car into the tree. The kitty freaks the eff out! Hissing, the kitty lashes out and swipes at Mach. Her hands, so close to picking the kitten up, are both hit. Wracked with the kind of pain only a kitten with razor sharp claws and a lack of self control can provide, Mach quickly yanks her hands back. Catless. And also loses her concentration and drops from the sky. Breaking a couple branches on her way down, a Lamborghini Diablo breaks her fall. oh no this kitten has claws! Outside of the Fist National Back of Delaware - Downtown Ascalon "Sure thing, pal." The decidedly un-ape racist hotdog guy says, gladly taking Tim's money in exchange for one steaming hot cup of his finest. Presumably coffee. It looked and smelt like coffee, anyway. Safe bet it was. But you know these hotdog vendors, they can be a shady bunch sometimes. "So, how about those road works huh?" He makes small talk, handing Tim his free biscotti. "Backing up traffic from here to the freeway. And noisy as anything or what! I can't hear myself think when they have that hammer whatsits going, I'm telling ya. But I don't know, maybe to a big fella like you it ain't so bad. What with those tiny ears an' all." From up high, Jeffery has prime views of downtown Ascalon. Just about all the way down to the gardens district. And of the surrounding roads and building to the Back, which just may reveal to him what this robbery was all about! Looking for anything suspicious or out of the ordinary, Jeffery comes up with pretty much jack squat. On top of the roof there was no sign of entry, just a rather flat roof with a water tower and some air conditioning ducts poking out. And around the building there were people tooing and frowing as they scurry about their busy day, offices filled with workers for an all manner of top companies using Delaware's low corporate tax rate to their advantage, backed up traffic from some construction or something further down the block, a hotdog vendor on the corner, some big ape guy, a girl who looked straight out of Tron. No bank robbers… oh no this back has claws! Central Agency - Central Avenue Molly umms and ahhs for a little bit while thinking about Kat's quandary. "Ah-hah!" She snaps her fingers in a pure eureka moment. "I know what you can use!  Death's Domain - Harbourside After a gruelling twenty minute tandem bike ride, team Doctor Death arrive outside of Death's Domain. Which was obviously the place because, really, villains loved tis sort of thing. Egomanics, most of them. Frankly, they'd be better off naming things something like 'Daisy's Bouquet Flower Outlet', keep things discrete. But then those people would be villains, would they? And if there was any doubt that this wasn't the right place, it was soon dispelled when two people burst out of the saloon style doors and run out onto the street. Covering their mouths, they both still manage loud, terrified screams as they run away from Death's Domain as fast as their legs could carry them. And from inside the building a deep, evil laugh echoes out from none other than the bad doctor himself. Just what was that fiend doing to those all comers!? oh no this death has claws! Robodog fucked around with this message at 00:09 on Mar 16, 2014 |
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Mach Herschel Langley Memorial Park Slow, careful, turn just so. "Come on, kitty," Mach says with her biggest smile and a soft, cooing voice. She knows from kittens, having had roommates with them. Three! Rachel always argued that didn't make them crazy cat ladies, because it was only 1.5 cats for each of them. It's going well, with the little kitten giving her a cautious sniff and a slow approach, almost ready to leap into her hands. Nope, nothing's going to screw this up. *CRASH!* The cat hits the tree, startling both cat and superhero. The kitten lashes out with its claws, slicing across Mach's hands with claws sharp enough to pierce Julie's touch skin. "The...." she cries out, as the pain and surprise breaks her focus and sends her crashing down, snapping a few trees on her way down and landing on the Diablo with a metallic crunch.
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Kat She looks over the masked wrestler skeptically and then looks to Rachael, the ride here had taken a lot longer than she expected, but she guessed that next time they split up they would go by forms of transportation first. It only seemed to make sense, Kat bet Julie didn't have this sort of trouble. It was a cat in the tree, she bet that it was already taken care of. With a bit of a sigh, she says, "That does make a certain sense to ask, but basically you, know. I'm made of lava, I make my fists hard as rock and punch things. Sometimes burn things. I can also grab pretty well." She holds out her hands and they glow with white hot heat before she lets them cool down.
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El Mago Death's Domain - Harbourside "Ha! Im glad to hear you are both are little luchadores yourself!" El Mago will then to rush through the double doors and announce his presence. "Senior Death, your days of Evil are over! Turn yourself in to the police or I will have to show you the justice of El Mago, and his new friends, the Fire and Ice Senoritas!"
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Kat She shakes her head and walks in after the wrestler, unsure what this was going to cause. Stepping into after the loud wrestler announced himself, she says simply, "Hello, Doctor Death? Come on, lets just talk this over." Kat knew there wasn't much chance of that, but maybe, just maybe they could reason with the man. Have a bit of light conversation he hands himself over to the cops ten years from now he is apologizing about being an idiot.
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Julie Mach sits up with a crunching and crinkling of metal. She tosses her hair out, sending a flurry of safety glass and leaves out of it. "I'm fine," she says, wiping her face and groaning. Julie looks at the Devil as he continues stroke the car, setting her to an instant frown. "Just fine," she adds, her tone tenser and more annoyed. Another series of metallic crunches accompanies a slide of her heroine off the roof, drops to the ground and then brushes her hands off to free them of glass. "I'd have had it if it weren't for somebody's horribly distracting driving."
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Jeffrey Estoc hesitates a moment, glancing over at his companions. He sighs, wondering how much paperwork he's going to have for doing what he was about to do. Around 30 longswords with varying designs appear around Estoc, floating with their points pointing towards the manhole cover. "Sir, I'm here on HIREUS business, regarding a recent robbery. I have reason to suspect suspects may have entered the sewers. I would urge, even go so far as to pray, that you stop obstructing the path of the righteous, and let me and my metal friends descend." Estoc says, mustering his most formal yet imposing tone. He hates the voice but it sometimes works. Trying to intimidate the blokes, 16 in intimidate. Also, aesthetic use of Create.
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Silverback - Outside the Fist National Back of Delaware Tim nods in polite outrage at the Weiniesmith. Jackhammers today, amirite? "That's just like those bigshots, I bet they can't even here that racket from their cushy offices. Listen, this joe was fantastic, but I gotta run. Maybe get some banana bread for next time, eh buddy?" The ape chuckles at his own joke as he drops a couple bucks in the tip jar and turns around to see... A pink lazergirl floating through the ground and the better part of a Renaissance Faire floating above a manhole cover. "So much for good old gumshoe stuff..." Tim casually knucklewalks up to the commotion, "Don't worry pal, just some routine heroics. With any luck we'll be outta your hair in a few minutes." He rumbles, then as a whispered aside to Estoc/Jefferey "Hey careful kid, you'll put someone's eye out with those things." Sizing up the manhole. Is it big enough, or will I have to seek a Gorillahole?
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El Mago - Deaths Divebar "That looks like Sister Wanda's Famous chili con chili. I... never liked that dish. It is hard to wrestle on an upset stomach." Turning to face the other heros, he whispers. "I think Senorita Kat should eat the peppers. Maybe we can leave here with nobody getting hurt and a robot being tragically un-bodyslammed."
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Outside of the Fist National Back of Delaware - Downtown Ascalon "Woah, look who we have here!" The construction worker turns his head and calls to his work-mates. "Somebody on HIREUS business! A couple of routine heroic types!" His friends down tools and make their way over, the array of swords Estoc had summoned not doing much to scare them off. "Well listen up. We're here on civic construction business, permits right from City Hall. They want this road fixed up and I'm getting sick an' tired of people getting in the way. So why don't you and your fuzzy pal beat it already!" His colleagues nod and murmur in agreement, cross their burly arms and staring down the knight and ape. Tim's sharp, homo-apien eyes measure up the manhole. And it was indeed sized for a man, not a gorilla! He'd need to find a larger entry point. jade mage, you rolled a 2. 18 isnt enough to intimidate union construction workers! Underground Outside of the Fist National Back of Delaware - Downtown Ascalon Sprite sees that, under her very feet, lay a very wide and spacious sewer system. If Ascalon was famous for anything, it was for how big the sewer system was. Put Paris to shame, it did, though it served little practical purpose. Sprite also sees that there was a rather large hole busted into the side of the sewer, in the general direction of the Fist National Back.
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Jeffery Frothing with anger, Estoc is thankful to be wearing a helmet to mask his glare of contempt. He makes the swords float above him as he steps away from the construction worker. "And I thought the Round Table was a tough union, gently caress. Any ideas, Tim?"
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Tim - outside the Back "Hmmm" Tim thought for a moment, stroking his massive chin. "Yeah, I got one." Tim is going to use his massive ape-strength to hopefully punch the manhole cover down through the manhole.
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