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Black Cat Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 1; Stress: none The brown haired, bespectacled, woman in pinstriped black office wear had been sitting in the lobby for hours, just as she had done every morning for the past week. It had been more than a bit difficult getting into the building today, what with the mob, but Stark security were doing a fantastic job escorting personnel in and out. And that's exactly what Jeanine Marlow, Stark industries newest accounting secretary, was counting on. It was always a lot easier to get into places with an invitation, even if it was meant for someone else. She'd been keeping a close eye on the security staff in the lobby every morning, while she ate her breakfast. Jeanine liked to arrive for work as early as possible, to help her "acclimate to the work environment," she'd explained to anyone who asked. After two days, they stopped bothering her. Watching the guards' movements, and noting their patterns, she was relieved for the distraction the protest was creating. She'd need to get at their main terminal in the security room down the hall, gain access to the system, and covertly grant herself security permissions for the 11th floor labs. The passive electronic security measures would only be a problem so long as Jeanine wasn't authorized to be there. Stark had designed his security with computers and hackers in mind. The human element was always his weak point. Speaking of which, and right on cue, the weakest of human elements took his seat at the lobby security desk. Hector Luntz, a sweet, moderately overweight, balding man, with an interest in 70's cop shows rivaled only by Jeanine's. She'd spent plenty of time chatting with him the past few days, building up a nice rapport, dropping the occasional subtle flirtation, and she could tell the poor man was desperately interested in her. Exactly as she'd planned. Today things were going to go a little differently. Today Hector and Jeanine were going to need some privacy… Unseemly as it is, Black Cat needs a weak link to get into the security room, and with so much going on outside, nobody will notice if poor Hector is away from his desk for a few minutes. Using her feminine charms, Black Cat will attempt to lure Mr. Luntz to the maintenance closet down the hall, next to the security room. I'd like to spend my initial PP to create a Covert Expert resource, to reflect the cover identity I've set up. Assuming that either this is a transition scene, or there was an imaginary one just before this of course. I'd also like to voluntarily activate my limit, shutting down my Cat Suit power set to gain 1PP. This is an undercover op for now. Let me know if any of this isn't okay so I can make changes. Dice pool is: Solo d10 = 10, Dangerously Alluring d8 = 3, Cover Identity Resource d6 = 6, and Psych Expert d8 = 5. Total 16, effect d8. pre:Black Cat Felicia Hardy (Secret) Danger-Pumpkin fucked around with this message at 23:35 on Nov 18, 2013 |
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Black Cat Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 1; Stress: none Jeanine was waiting for Hector, as she'd promised, but before he could say anything, she had already sidled over to the door, closing it gently behind him. She guided him with her hand on his shoulder to the spare desk she'd been sitting on. Hector's excitement was evident from the sweat on his rapidly reddening face, but as he tried to speak, Jeanine pressed a finger to his lips. "Shhhh… Close your eyes, Hector. I have a surprise for you…" Unfortunately for Hector, that surprise was a Judo chop to the neck that could knock out a horse. Assuming that Hector is some sort of specialist character, and that I should roll for this. Dice pool: Nerve chopping poor Hector: Solo d10, Dangerously Alluring d8, Cover Identity Resource d6, and Combat Expert d8.: Total is 13, d8 effect. If this knocks him out (assuming he's a specialty character and a rookie at that) Black Cat is going to swipe his access card and head across the hall to the security station. Also, I totally just lied to somebody who trusts me, so that’s 1xp!
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Black Cat XP: 1; Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 1; Stress: none; "Poor, sweet, gullible Hector." Jeanine thought, as she dragged his limp body behind the desk. "You made this almost too easy!" After snatching the keyring and security pass from Hector's belt, and an unassuming black attaché case from behind a shelf, Jeanine made her way confidently across to the security room. As she predicted, it was empty. All the staff who'd ordinarily be watching the first-floor monitors were outside dealing with protestors. With Hector's access card, it was simple enough to log into the system, and from there to grant Ms. Marlowe maximum sector one security clearance. Every door from here to the 11th floor was open for business. Then it was just a matter of destroying the evidence. Stark security monitored everything electronically, and kept those records in a digital format, uploaded to a primary security database once a week. Disabling the sector one security grid would erase all recorded evidence that Jeanine Marlowe had ever been in the building. Jeanine removed a powerful electro-magnetic "bomb" from her attaché case and planted it among the server stacks. In five seconds time, all of the previous week's security data would be silently erased, and any new data captured by sector one monitors would simply fail to record. Jeanine was going to have to write a thank you letter to The Tinkerer when this was over. A quick and discreet elevator trip to the ordinarily inaccessible 11th floor labs later, and Jeanine was almost set. Getting in was simple, since she belonged there now. Finding a way into the core infrastructure shafts of the building should be a piece of cake... Danger-Pumpkin fucked around with this message at 19:57 on May 5, 2013 |
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Black Cat XP: 1; Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 1; Stress: none; Jeanine slipped past a few wandering technicians, who seemed too preoccupied to notice her. Once she was sure nobody was watching, she pried open a large metal maintenance panel on the wall of a sleek chrome corridor, and slid in quietly. It was a bit dark and cramped inside, but the pulsing blue LEDs of innumerable meters and control panels provided enough illumination to see that she had quite the climb ahead of her. Dropping to a knee, she popped open the attaché again, and quickly went about suiting up. Jeanine's part in this plan was over for now. It was time for Felicia to play. Taking an action against the doom pool to reactivate my Cat Suit powers. I'll see about making the climb as an update to this action, once I know if this worked, because the suit makes a big difference to my chances. Dicepool is: Dice pool is: Solo d10 = 6, World-Class Thief d8 = 5, and Covert Expert 2d6 = 3 and 1. Total 11, effect d6.
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May 5, 2013 21:58
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Black Cat XP: 1; Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 0; Stress: none; "Feeling more like myself already." She said, as she lowered her mask into place. "Now, let's see where this will take me…" Black Cat needed only a moment to work out a good route through the core of the building. It was a twisty, awkward climb, and clearly designed to be worked on primarily by robots, or at least people with flight capability, but that was hardly a deterrence for someone like her. "Aaand, that's the spot, she said, pointing to a clear plastic tube encasing thousands of wires sticking out from the wall. A flick of her wrist, and her grappling cable was locked in place, allowing her to swing over with ease. "Just a few dozen more floors worth of this and I'll be in." A few stories higher, as she come to a relatively open section with few hand holds, she paused to consider how best to move forward. "Well, there's nothing wrong with a little risk in life." She said, withdrawing and unfolding a device not entirely dissimilar to a skateboard from the attaché case. "Now, let's see if this was even worth stealing." Stepping onto the machine activated it, and her equilibrium earrings (another brilliant bit of Tinkerer's tech) helped her keep perfect balance as the device rose shakily into the air. "So far so good. Now, forward!"Shifting her weight slightly, the board began easing it's way up toward the narrowing section of the superstructure twenty stories above her. Feeling a little impatient with the relatively slow ascent Black Cat thought to herself that it was time to put the Rocket Racer name to the test. Crouching down, and angling the board ever more steeply, she pressed a series of buttons on the center of the board, not fully expecting the suddenness of the result. In a split second she was on a high speed collision course with the ceiling, and had only one option: abandon ship! Leveling out the rocket powered board, as much as possible, she leapt towards the gap with precision timing, and with luck, she'd catch onto something before she fell all the way back down... Black Cat is going to spend a PP to perform a Cat Suit stunt which I'll call, "Rocket Racer's Prototype Hover Board," to aid in her harrowing ascent through the innards of Stark Tower. Rocket to the Top!: Dice Pool: Solo d10, World-Class Thief d8, Multipower SFX: Leaping d4* and Wall Crawling d4*, and Acrobatic Expert d8. (*stepped back) Total is 10, with d8 effect.
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May 5, 2013 23:38
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Black Cat XP: 1; Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 0; Stress: none; Once the force of the impact had settled, Black Cat began pulling herself up as she laughed. "Oh boy, what a ride! Shame I'll probably never find that rocket board again." Sitting on the large steel beam, she took stock of her surroundings. "Wow, I must have gone a lot higher up than I figured." she mused. She spent a moment reading the serial numbers and construction codes printed on the building components surrounding her, before she noticed a hatch just up above her labeled RESDEV-TS002A "Ha! Well, I guess I've always have been a lucky one!" She scrambled up into the narrow duct, and pushed the hatch open with some minor resistance. Inside was a darkened concrete room, lined with metal work benches, high-tech tools, advanced computer equipment, and row after row of prototype and experimental Stark Tech armor components and suits. "Jackpot!" She thought with a mischievous smile. Most of this stuff was worth a fortune on it's own, as the right kind of people would pay almost anything just to see what Tony Stark was thinking about tinkering with, but Cat's client was after one very specific thing. Somewhere in this wing of the tower was a file containing all of Mr. Stark's notes on the Extremis Virus, and whatever the hell that was, they were willing to pay the Earth for it. The search was on.
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Black Cat XP: 1; Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 0; Stress: none; OOC: SOUTH! That liquid nitrogen must be coolant for Stark's personal ultra-computer! Danger-Pumpkin fucked around with this message at 11:27 on May 6, 2013 |
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Black Cat XP: 1; Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 0; Stress: none; Black Cat, rarely one to be taken by surprise, slipped immediately into "honey" mode upon realizing she'd been discovered. "Hey there, Whitney! Don't mind me, I'm just a friend of Tony's. Maybe he's mentioned me? The Heavenly Hellcat?" Her eyes scanned around the room as she slowly ventured in, trying to locate the source of the voice. Even if she was talking to a disembodied AI (a distinct possibility in Stark Tower,) it was still always nice to put a face to the name. "Anyway, I just came down because Tony wanted me to grab something from the labs. Only he didn't exactly tell me where is was. It's a lot bigger down here than I remember! ...Say, I don't suppose you could help me look, could you?"
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Black Cat XP: 1; Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 0; Stress: none; Cautious that this could go very wrong just as easily as it could go very right, Black Cat pushed her luck. "That would be great Whitney! I'm looking for Tony's files on something called Extremis? A hard copy, that is. He wanted to pass it along to some of us New Avengers, just to get caught up on. Do you know where he might keep something like that?" The key to selling a lie was to say what the other person wanted to hear, and to say it like you believed it. Playing dumb was simple, and almost always excusable if you were friendly and sweet about it. Cat was hoping that whoever Whitney was, she'd be just as susceptible to her charm as anyone else. Rolling to sweet-talk a machine: Solo d10, World-Class Thief d8, Psych Expert d8. Total is 13, d10 Effect.
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Black Cat XP: 1; Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 0; Stress: none; "No hard feelings, Whitney." Cat said, as she rolled into action. "This would have been too easy otherwise, I suppose." she mentally added as she ran halfway up the wall, bounded to the top of a large computer bank, and jumped from there to grab a chrome-plated beam on the ceiling. She swiftly pulled herself up into the tangle of pipes and wires above the room, hidden from view. Though she had hopped to find another maintenance duct or a vent to climb into, none of the ones she saw were quite suitable for making an escape. "Plan B, then." Stark security would respond quickly; too quickly for her to change course and leave the way she'd come in, plus Whitney would know she was up in the rafters, and with no means of escape, hiding was out of the question. Time for an ambush. With luck, she could neutralize the response quick enough to vanish, and regroup. At the very least, she knew what she was looking for now, thanks to Whitney, and there were only so many places the inconspicuously named STARK-1 drive could be. All she'd need was a way in, or the physical hard-drive itself. Bonus if she could get any other valuable data while she was there. Cat's plotting was interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps, and a head peeking around the doorframe now directly below her. "Just one guy? Too easy. Too easy by far, Mr. Stark." "Head's up, handsome!" With the grace of her namesake, Black Cat dropped off the exceptionally narrow ledge she'd been perched on, twisted in mid air, grabbed the lip of the doorframe, and swung herself toward the man's face to deliver a powerful double kick! Activating my Multipower SFX to use two Cat Suit powers. Kicking the security officer in the face!: Dice pool is Solo d10, I'm no Hero d8, Enhanced Reflexes d6, Enhanced Strength d6, and Acrobatic Expert d8. Blurg. Total is 14, with d6 effect, and I rolled two opportunities. Danger-Pumpkin fucked around with this message at 07:50 on May 8, 2013 |
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Black Cat XP: 1; Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 1; Stress: none; "Ohf! This guy not only has police training, he has actual experience from the look of things." Black Cat mused as they tumbled to the ground. "But he clearly doesn't know who he's tangling with!" reaction roll: Solo d10, I'm no Hero d8, Enhanced Reflexes d8, Combat Expert 2d6. Total is 11, effect d10. Unfortunately for Cat, he was good enough to block her attempt at exploiting their momentum to toss him up and over her head with her knee. "Well you know how it is, I was with the tour group and I stopped to take a picture, but when I looked up they'd already left!" Cat struggled against the security officer, attempting to free an arm, or gain enough leverage to reverse or throw the hold… Black Cat, in lieu of a better option, is going to attempt to break free of the grapple. Break grapple: Solo d10, World-Class Thief d4 (she's been caught, and her escape isn't going as smoothly as she figured,) Enhanced Strength d8, Combat Expert d8. Total is 9, effect d10. Welp.
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Black Cat XP: 1; Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 0; Stress: d10 Emotional; Cybernetics? Or maybe just a robot? Either way, he was liable to break her arm. "It's times like this I wish I could shoot lasers out of my eyes, or something. Maybe I could find a way to restore my bad-luck powers?" she thought, as the robo-rent-a-cop twisted her arm both literally and figuratively. Spending a PP to use two Specialty traits against the Menace attack! Getting yelled at: Solo d10, World-Class Thief d4 (the situation is really going south), Crime Expert d8, Psych Expert d8. Total is 11, effect d4, and an opportunity. The dice friggin' hate Cat these days. Cat's calm demeanor was breaking under the stress. Sure it had been a while since she'd pulled off this big a score, but wasn't everything going so well before this… man got in the way!? Ooh, she could kill him! And he had that same smug goatee like Tony Stark, too! Finally, Black Cat managed to free one arm from the vice-like grip of her would-be captor, and with a minute flick of the wrist, her retractable claws came out. "Alright, pal, the kid gloves are coming off!" She hissed. Activating Multipower and Cat Claws SFX, and I'm going to claw his face off! Face, meet claws!: Solo d8*, I'm no Hero d8, Enhanced Speed d6, Enhanced Strength d6, Cat Claws d6, Combat Expert d8. Spending my other PP to add a die to the total, for Total 14, effect d10** (*stepped back) (**stepped up)
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Black Cat XP: 1; Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 0; Stress: Emotionally Stressed Out!; Live to fight another day?: Solo d10, World-Class Thief d8 (this is make or break time!), Psych Expert d8. Total is 5, with d4 effect, and 2 opportunities.  "You disgusting pig!" She spat. She was really beginning to see why Stark hired him. Or built him. Or whatever. Despite her anger, she knew she was beaten here. "This creep wouldn't really use those blades against me, I'm sure of it! Still, if I keep fighting, and if I start winning, all bets are off. I am going to get him for this… and Stark, too!" "Alright, cyber-man, I give!" She relented. "But mark my words: you will rue the day the Black Cat crossed your path!" Cat has no choice but to surrender, since she's been stressed out. Oh well, I gave it my best. Too bad the dice didn't!
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Black Cat XP: 1; Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 0; Stress: Emotionally Stressed Out!; Black Cat reluctantly allowed herself to be cuffed and lead away to the nearest security station. Mad as she was, she kept her mouth shut even as Dan Mesjean, King of the Mall-Cops, berated her with questions and subtle threats. "Alright, Danny-boy, here's the scoop." She announced, rather suddenly breaking her silence. "You know Spider-Man? Friend of your boss? Helped him beat up Dr. Doom a few weeks ago? I assume you read the papers." She paused for a moment, adjusting her posture. "Spidey is a good friend of mine also, and that's why he asked me to come here. You see, word on the wing is, Mr. Stark has a big piece of interesting tech on his hands, the sort of thing every Tom, Dick, and Vulture would kill for. Maybe Tony's mentioned it? The Extremis Virus?" "No point in lying about that. I already told Whitney after all, so the cat's out of the bag…" Felicia thought. She took another second, fluttered her lashes, and savored the look on Dan's face. He was trying real hard to remain impassive, but she could tell the words Extremis Virus were setting off alarms in his head. She let him stew in it for a moment before she continued. "Spidey got a hot tip that our old chum The Chameleon was involved in a plan to steal Tony's data on the Extremis Virus, and of course being Tony Stark's head of security, you'd obviously know his MO. He could be anywhere in the building, even as we speak. And the second he knows someone's on to him, he'll change face and vanish again. So given how much less conspicuous I am compared to him, or you, for that matter, he called in a little favor. A bit of counter espionage if you will. I was getting close enough to head Chameleon off, but you decided to get in the way." She finished with a flat and irate tone. Dan continued to stare at her in implacable silence for a few seconds. "What? You can call Spider-Man if you don't believe me!" Cat added with exaggerated indignation. Truth told, she didn't care if he bought the lie, just as long as he actually did summon Spider-Man. She could always count on poor sweet Pete to help her out of a bind. She'd just have to be persuasive when he got here. Black Cat is going to tell a terrific lie, not that she expects or cares if Dan believes it. At the very least, he might call Spider-Man in to verify the story, and there's no way Peter "Push-Over" Parker would just abandon a friend in need. If questioned further, she's sticking to the story, and probably insinuating that Chameleon is getting closer and closer to the tech while they waste time talking in circles. Telling Lies: Solo d10, Dangerously Alluring d8, Psych Expert 2d6. Total is 14, with d8. Yeah, NOW I roll okay. I see how it is, Orokos.
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Black Cat XP: 1; Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 0; Stress: Emotionally Stressed Out!; Felicia contained her smile. Even if Spider-Man didn't back up her story, he'd at least find a way to help her out of this situation. "Well, Dan, there's not much to tell. At least there's not much that isn't already in your files, I suppose. And there's nothing that will help you stop Chameleon any sooner. So, here's the short version: I'm the Bodacious Black Cat, world renowned ex-cat burglar, sometime super-hero and freelance private investigator. And you are really very lucky that I underestimated you, because that doesn't happen very often." Black Cat's pride was still wounded from the fight before, but she felt she had gained the upper hand now that they were sparring verbally.
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Black Cat XP: 1; Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 0; Stress: d6 Emotional; Black Cat's face lit up upon seeing Spider-Man. "Spidey! Glad to see you! Hey, can you help me set Mr. Roboto here straight? You know, about the Chameleon situation you asked me to look into?" She stressed the key words subtly, hoping Spider-Man would pick up on her meaning. This wasn't the first time they'd been through this. "I was so close to finding the Extremis data, and I don't think Chameleon has made it this far yet. We still might be ahead of the game if we work quickly!" She was fairly confident that nabbing the data was out of the question at this point (for now) but at least she might get out unscathed. And if she happened to leave with a repulsor gauntlet in her purse then she'd at least break even.
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Black Cat XP: 1; Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 0; Stress: d6 Emotional; "Oh, Pete, sometimes you're just no fun at all." Cat thought, as Spider-Man excused her. As Dan removed the zip-cuffs, (Not that she couldn't have gotten out of them anytime she wanted, mind you,) she added in reluctantly, "Uhm, yeah, sure thing. Just don't be too hard on Mr. Luntz. It's not his fault I'm so charming." Black Cat filled Dan in on the security hole she'd exploited, omitting a few key details, just in case. She wished him luck apprehending Chameleon as she and Spider-Man exited onto a balcony through the lounge in the nearby living quarters. The place had a hollow sense of modern elegance which showed that Mr. Stark wanted to be perceived as a man of refinement, but also that he had more money than class. The stack of AC/DC CDs near the $10,000 stereo system made the point very clear. "So, thanks for the bail-out, hot-shot. I'll have to think of a way to pay you back. And look, before you say anything, I already know 'stealing is wrong' and all that. I'm sorry to use you like this, Pete, it's just not as easy for me to blend in to the humdrum of civilian life as it is for you. And my particular set of skills tends to attract a very specific sort of client. So yes, I took a break from following the rules to try and make ends meet. I guess that was wrong of me. It won't happen again, I promise." It felt good to get that off her chest, even if she didn't really mean all of it. But heroics just don't pay out, and the fact of the matter was Felicia Hardy and the Black Cat were the same person, unlike Peter Parker and Spider-Man. He never did quite understand that, but then again, she never understood him either. With a look of genuine regret for dragging him out here, Felicia waited for Peter to respond.
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Black Cat XP: 1; Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 0; Stress: d6 Emotional; "Work with S.H.I.E.L.D. huh, Spidey? I'll do you one better…" Cat thought as she reentered the lounge with a devious grin. She approached the son of Olympus, and delicately offered her hand and a curtsy. "It's truly an honor to meet you, Hercules! It's not everyday I meet a god after all." With a mischievous glance over her shoulder at Spider-Man, she introduced herself. "You can call me Black Cat. I'm the latest addition to the Avengers team..."
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May 14, 2013 21:40
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Black Cat XP: 2; Affiliation: Team d6; PP: 0; Stress: d6 Emotional; Black Cat was about to take offense to being called a villain alongside the likes of Purple Man, when Beast's stern pronouncement hit her in the panic center of the stomach. "Standards? What standards? What did I just get myself into?" Before she could voice any of her concerns (or inquire about the stipend and benefits package) four more guests entered the party. "Looks like we're going to have to break open a second case of Amontillado. Welcome to the party, Mesdames et Messieurs." She said with a grand gesture of courtesy. "If nothing else," she thought "This might be good for a laugh." (I apparently also gained an XP for meeting Spider-Man, earlier. Huzzah!)
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May 16, 2013 20:26
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Black Cat XP: 2; Affiliation: Team d6; PP: 0; Stress: d6 Emotional; "How about Dr. Strange? If he'd have the position that is. He's certainly impressed me with his wisdom and incite in the past. And he's lead the Defenders plenty of times!" Cat wasn't so sure why Stephen had voluntarily covered her earlier, but one good turn deserved another, and if Strange was on her side, then having him in charge could prove beneficial.
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May 18, 2013 06:49
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Black Cat XP: 2; Affiliation: Team d6; PP: 0; Stress: d6 Emotional; "Great! So, I think we can all assume who Tony is voting for, but do you have anything to add, Spidey? Beast? Or should we hand Dr. Strange his badge and gun? Or does this make it Captain Strange now? Commander Strange?" Black Cat was having a good time with this lark so far, but she honestly had no idea what being an Avenger actually meant. She secretly hopped she'd never really have to find out.
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May 19, 2013 19:02
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Black Cat XP: 2; Affiliation: Team d6; PP: 0; Stress: d6 Emotional; "Break a leg, Steve." Cat said, jokingly, as she adjusted her hair ever so delicately. "And remember; try to downplay the burglar angle, and yes, I am available for photo shoots."
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Black Cat XP: 2; Affiliation: Team d6; PP: 0; Stress: d8 physical, d6 Emotional; Teleporting into the middle of a firefight was not the Black Cat's typical MO. Neither was fighting a swarm of insect monsters with a phalanx of super-humans. Regardless, Felicia's catlike reflexes took over, as she dived and rolled to avoid the incoming fire. Activating Multipower to use two Cat Suit dice, and using I'm No Hero at a d4, because this is well out of Cat's comfort zone. Dodging some laser beams: pool is Team d6, I'm No Hero d4, Enhanced Speed d6, Enhanced Reflexes d6, Combat Expert d8. Result is 10, with d6 effect, and I rolled a 1. And I think the stress gets stepped up from my total being 5 lower than the attack? "Well this is all a bit sudden," Cat remarked as she cartwheeled out of the cluster of heroes. "I figured we'd at least have some team building exercises before we jumped into ac-OHWF!" Black Cat was grazed mid-tumble by a blast from the alien weaponry, sending her to the ground. Quickly checking the wound, she noted it was mostly superficial, melting a hole in the leg of her surprisingly resilient Cat Suit, and leaving a very painful burn just above her knee. "Hey, these threads aren't cheap, you overgrown insect!" She hissed, as she leapt from her prone position toward the attackers. "How about you point those things somewhere else?" she suggested, as she attempted to wrench the blaster from the creature's grip and turn it against it's master. Black Cat is going to use her brand new PP to activate one of the opportunities and create a d10 "Point Blank Blast" stunt which she'll use in her attack against one of the weaker Alien mobs. Incinerating a bug with his own gun: Dice pool is Team d6, I'm No Hero d8, Enhanced Strength d8, Point Blank Blast d10, Combat Expert d8. Total result was 11, with a d8 effect. I guess I'll let a regular mob go next, if they still have any turns. Otherwise, let Dust show 'em what she can do!
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Black Cat XP: 2; Affiliation: Team d6; PP: 0; Stress: d8 physical, d6 Emotional; Cat fired three blasts into the bug's torso before the blaster simply stopped working. Though the creature was down an arm, and leaking from the abdomen, it was seemingly still alive, as evidenced by it's scrambling away from the front lines. Cat dropped the blaster, uncertain how to reload the thing, and needing to move quickly yet again as more Arthrosians swarmed into the fight. As she turned to prevent herself from being overwhelmed in melee, she saw the mighty mace of Hercules begin it's thunderous descent. "Oh, boy." She sighed with some surprise. Only a split second before impact, Black Cat leapt from the ground and grabbed onto the back of one of the many H.E.R.B.I.E. robots buzzing around, ineffectually trying to stem the tide of invaders. -=Adjusting for weight. Passenger, be advised this is a high threat zone! Your safety cannot be ensured!=- The robot chirped as it attempted to acclimate it's hover modules. Cat paused for a moment to take in the scene. Waves of nasty aliens, a fleet of robots, a mob of super-humans causing millions of dollars in property damage, and kicking up a hell of a lot of debris in what was probably the least expansive space in the whole Baxter Building. And then there was Felica Hardy, cat burglar extraordinaire, completely out of her element. Would her claws even scratch these bugs? What the hell was she thinking, joining up with Avengers on whim? "Hey, uhhh… little robot-friend? Do you think you can take us out of here? Like, out that window?" She asked, pointing to the broken panes left behind by Herc's impressive blow. "I think we need a different perspective on this 'alien bug invasion' problem. Whaddaya say?" Not sure if I need to roll anything, but Cat is going to try and ride a H.E.R.B.I.E. outside the building, and maybe investigate a little bit, or at least not get crushed/blasted/pulverized by falling debris and extra-dimensional space lasers. And I'll tag Mystique. Us black-clad, provisional, anti-heroines have to stick together, afterall.
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Black Cat XP: 2; Affiliation: Buddy d8; PP: 0; Stress: d8 physical, d6 Emotional; Uncertain what to do with herself, Cat was caught by surprise when the winged alien dove towards her. Activating Multipower, and ill-advisedly trying to maximize the number of dice in my pool to make this dodge. aerial evasion: Buddy d8, World-Class Thief d8, Enhanced Reflexes d6, Leaping d4, Vehicle Expert 2d6. Total of 11, d8 effect. Sorry H.E.R.B.I.E. Somersaulting off the little robot's back, she was just in time to avoid being skewered along with him. Mourning would have to wait until she had safely managed to not plummet to her death. Sailing through the air above the diving bug in seeming slow motion, Cat almost reflexively cast out her swingline at the creature in passing. Grabbing on to that H.E.R.B.I.E. murdering jerk. Latching on in mid-air: Dice pool is Buddy d8, World-Class Thief d8, Swingline d6, Acrobatic Expert d8. Result is 11, d8 effect.
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Black Cat XP: 2; Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 0; Stress: d8 physical, d6 Emotional; Picking herself up off the floor, cat detached the grappling line from her wrist, and took a quick stock of the new new situation. Here was a lot of space here. Good for her. Probably also good for the winged horror. The robots on this floor were operating some seriously high tech equipment. Some kind of factory? Or a lab maybe? "What kind of price would this stuff fetch?…" she found herself pondering before she could help it. "Nope. Superhero. Job to do." "Well, this is sort of the opposite of what I was hoping for, but I have to say, I like these odds a little better." Cat edged around the Lancer as it raised itself uneasily to it's feet, and frantically attempted to sever the cord wrapped around it's thorax. Turning to face her, Cat extended her claws and took up a fighting stance. "Alright, now that you're ready for me. My name is Felicia Hardy. You killed my robot. Prepare to die!" Cat ran straight at the monster bug, flipping up into the air over the creature's waiting guard, her aim to land with thunderous force on whatever passed for it's shoulders. Activating Multipower for the extra die. Up, jump, attack!: Pool is Solo d10, World-Class Thief d8, Enhanced Strength d6, Leaping d4, Acrobatic Expert d8. Huzzah! Result is 18, with d8 effect. Danger-Pumpkin fucked around with this message at 00:59 on Jun 2, 2013 |
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Black Cat XP: 2; Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 0; Stress: d8 physical, d6 Emotional; Having somersaulted off the attacker's shoulders, and landed a few choice slashes and kicks to his back and wings, Felicia performed a gymnastic roundoff and a back handspring, putting plenty of distance between the two, before the bug could counter attack or defend itself properly. She waited for the creature to turn and face her, knowing it would have to come to her this time. Judging by it's staggering, and general agitation, Black Cat could tell it was both very angry, and very injured. Still, it didn't seem to have the good sense to lay down and quit, or to attack in a less direct manner than a full on charge. Delicate Dodge: Dice Pool is Solo d10, World-Class Thief d8, Enhanced Reflexes d8, Combat Expert d8, Lancer's Stress d12. Total is 20, d8 effect, and an opportunity. Cat took the smallest of sidesteps, allowing the lancer to pass harmlessly by her, accidentally feeding his weapon into the hungry jaws of the Baxter Building machinery. If she had wanted to, She could easily have tripped or thrown him in after it. But the Black Cat was a thief, not a killer. "I don't know if they have mercy where you come from, but this is probably the most you'll ever see on Earth." She informed the Arthrosian, right before she threw a jump spinning hook kick right between it's eyes. Tae Kwon drat, Son!: Dice pool Solo d10, World-Class Thief d8, Enhanced Strength d6, Leaping d4, Combat Expert d8, Lancer's Stress d12 Result of 13 (meh) with d12 effect. If you buy the earlier opportunity, then I'll spend the PP to add a 4 to my total.
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Black Cat XP: 2; Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 0; Stress: d6 physical, d4 Emotional; "Now let's see…" From where she was standing right now, Black Cat had a few dozen ideas running through her head. She could try climbing out the way she came in, and head down to the street and… run away? No. Up? And help Iron Man? Of course, she can't fly, so no saying how helpful she'd actually be. Probably not very. She could head up a few floors and try to rejoin the main gaggle of superhumans wrecking their way through the building. But then, she did leave the group for a reason. Too crowded, and far too messy. Fighting alien space-bugs was a lot different than taking down gun-runners and petty crime lords. "There sure is a lot of nice looking stuff around here. And such a huge distraction going on. Nobody would even notice, probably… But, I guess they might get a little suspicious if I just vanished from the team during our first call to action. Spider-Man would probably be furious…" Her thoughts were fairly well conflicted, as she paced around the massive manufactory floor. Until she came upon a large and impressive computer terminal, clearly marked as a central control unit. "Maybe I can have my cake and eat it too?" Taking a seat at the console, she noticed that it wasn't much different hardware wise from the machines at Stark tower. In fact, the same I.C.E. Pick device worked nearly as well at getting her in. It was really handy having technically inclined friends to build her this stuff. Cat quickly brought up on the jumble of holo-screens in front of her the following queries: Surveillance System Remote-Monitoring, Current Manufacturing Projects, and the word Extremis. With luck, she'd get something out of this, and maybe just maybe still manage to lend a hand to the Avengers.
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Jun 6, 2013 22:33
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Black Cat XP: 2; Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 0; Stress: d6 physical, d4 Emotional; "So, extremis really is a virus, and Tony's been infected. Interesting…" Black Cat downloaded all the available info (not that there was much) to a thumb drive. "Looks like anything else Reed has on the subject isn't on his system though. Pity. Now let's see…" Cat turned her attention to the other info she'd brought up. The Avengers were smashing their way through the alien hoard alright, and the whole building seemed to have locked down the invaders. There was no sign of trouble anywhere else. She considered that they might be after the space station Reed was apparently building, but that was really just speculation. After watching Strange materialize and dismantle a strange portal, she decided to contact the team. "Hey everyone," she spoke into the PA broadcast system, "Just a heads up: there don't appear to be any unaccounted for aliens in the rest of the building. Iron Man might need a hand outside though. I can't see him on the monitors. I'm alive and well, by the way, so thanks for asking." Just then, she saw Iron Fist and a giant bladed beast go crashing through another floor, and then things started to look grim. "Oh my." She said to herself. "Maybe they could use my help?" With that, she bolted to the nearest stairwell, aiming to rejoin the group and lend whatever aid she could from there. Guess I'll tag... Hercules? If I'm tagging, that is.
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Jun 12, 2013 22:32
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Black Cat XP: 2; Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 0; Stress: d6 physical, d4 Emotional; "I'm here, Shell-Head. A few floors down, in a manufacturing wing. Should I just wait for you lot? I've got a… prisoner? What do we even do with these guys?" Cat responded, relieved to hear that things were under control.
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Black Cat Black Cat audibly began snickering following Mystique's tirade. Between murmuring insincere apologies to her teammates for her conduct, she may have been overheard to say softly "...I couldn't have said it better."
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Black Cat Black Cat smirks again before replying with a silent but confident "We'll show 'em"
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Black Cat XP: 2; Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 0; Stress: d4 physical; "Well, I've got some experience dealing with Venom, and I'm fairly sure I still owe him for a couple of things. I'd be happy to lend a hand apprehending him." Felicia almost added "For the right price" before remembering that the Avengers didn't work that way. "Give me a little time to patch up my gear, and I'll be ready to go." Making an off camera recovery roll for my d4 physical stress Recovery at Avengers Tower: Dice pool is Solo d10, World Class Thief d8, Avengers Medical Wing d10. Triple 7's! JACKPOT! Result is 14 with d8 effect.
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Black Cat "Nothing from me. You up for some alien slime wrangling, Ik?"
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Black Cat XP: 2; Affiliation: Buddy d8; PP: 1; Stress: N/A; Felicia awoke calmly from her nap. "Miles. He could be almost to Lichtenstein by now, assuming he's following the roads and headed for Zurich. Otherwise, he's probably in the country by now." She took a sip of cocoa, and checked the geo-comp map. "I recommend we sweep the area of the border, from Liechtenstein south to the Swiss National Park and back. I'm sure he'll make his presence known soon enough." Danger-Pumpkin fucked around with this message at 15:16 on Jul 10, 2013 |
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Black Cat XP: 2; Affiliation: Buddy d8; PP: 1; Stress: N/A; "Oh, drat." Felicia said, looking up from the map. "That's our monster." She had to think for a second. As the more experienced of the two, she was sort of responsible for this mission, wasn't she? If things went wrong, it'd be her that got blamed. So Cat decided that she couldn't afford to leave any possible survivors behind, but she also couldn't afford to let Venom escape. "Zaya, I'm going to keep on Venom's trail in the jet. I need you to check that chalet for any survivors. When you can, try to catch up. I'll be in contact if you need me. Does that sound like a plan?" Cat tried to sound confident, but giving orders wasn't really her style. Still, the kid could handle herself. Probably.
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Black Cat XP: 2; Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 1; Stress: N/A; "How inconspicuous." Thought the Black Cat, as she cautiously approached the door. "Now let's see if we can't get this open. As sure as I am that there are other ways in and out of… whatever's behind here, I don't have time to go searching" She readied a few of her standard thieving tools, as she moved to check the doorway. Cat is going to attempt to open the door, but only after checking for traps and locking mechanisms that may need to be bypassed. Poppin' a lock: Pool is Solo d10, World Class Thief d8, Enhanced Senses d8, Crime Expert d8 Result 14, with a d10 effect.
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Black Cat XP: 2; Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 0; Stress: N/A; Cat reached for one of her many hidden gadgets, in this case a tiny remote controlled flash bomb, and stuck it to the side of the container she was leaning against, even as she quietly slipped around the corner, hoping to avoid detection. "just got to time it right…" she thought with a smile, but before she could finish that plan, Ikzayal's telepathic message intruded. Not being certain how to respond to that mode of communication, she tried to concentrate and reply "Now is as good a time as any. The coast is clear." She hadn't necessarily meant to tell Zaya that, what with it being the opposite of the truth, but Cat's instincts said she needed a distraction. Ix would understand. First, I am buying that opportunity to create a d10 Remote Flash Bomb stunt, that I'll save for right now. Second, Cat is going to do her best to remain unseen. Hiding from someone, or someTHING...: Dice pool is Solo d10, World-Class Thief and Enhanced Senses (to try and figure out where THEY are, and thus where I need to be to avoid them) at d10 with my Focus SFX, and Covert Expert 2d6 Result is 15, with a d10 result! Also, assuming Ikzayal A. Trusts me, and B. Didn't overhear Cat thinking about how she just lied to her, I get 1 xp for lying to someone who trusts me.
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Black Cat XP: 3; Affiliation: Solo d10; PP: 0; Stress: N/A; d10 Remote Flash Bomb stunt readied "False alarm. Where's Zaya, anyway?" Cat thought as the probable symbiote stalked past her position. "No reason to force myself to fight in the dark here. Let's see if we can't just slip a bit deeper into this place, and shed some light on a few things." she added, detaching the *Flash Bomb from the metal container, and slinking off into the shadows. Not fighting a symbiote in the dark if I can help it. I'm not She-Hulk here! Going to try and stealthily navigate my way deeper into the complex, because what's the worst that could happen? Sneaking around: My pool is Solo d10, World-Class Thief d8 and Enhanced Reflexes d8 (Using Focus to combine these into a d10 again), and Covert Expert at 2d6 13 result, d10 effect. *I can hang onto a stunt for awhile, can't I? Or does it have to be used more or less immediately after the plot point is spent?
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Black Cat Doing this methodically. West to start with.
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