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Garrett M. Blazington III – Central Agency Having arrived just in time for the Receptionist's announcement, Garrett gives her a coolly understated smile, his expression and gaze both lingering on the door for a few moments after she has withdrawn from the room; then, blinking and shaking his head a little, the impeccably dressed devil takes a seat next to the oddly–garbed girl that just wandered in, whereupon he crosses his legs with practised ease and precision. Garrett is to crossing legs what the Swiss are to making watches, and he's actually a little proud of it, as proud as he is of his firm deal–closer handshakes. "The King of All Fish," he repeats, slightly incredulous, in a smooth bass voice that is entirely at odds with his almost impossibly slender frame, regarding the young woman with his eyebrows raised just a tiny bit. "A metaphor for the pervasive marketing schemes perpetrated by the producers of confectionery such as this, I take it?" He pulls out a slender smartphone from his pocket, unlocks it, stares at the loathsome display on its screen. There is candy there, too, but arranged in a diabolical configuration that has withstood his every attempt to untangle it. In a way, he almost feels like it is mocking him, the progress of these humble cherries forever barred by pieces that simply will not fall into place as they should, their behaviour devised in ways that surely are as cunning as they're cruel. "I wonder if they outsourced this to us," Garrett mutters, replacing the device with a kind of disgusted finality and glancing at the armoured fellow. "Young man, whatever gives you the idea that we all share your apparent propensity to charge into any plain mêlée that offers itself up to us?" Truthfully, looking down the line of seats, at least a few of them do look like they just might—and just as truthfully, Garrett had not really considered the possibility of being personally attacked like that. The infernal one barely even thinks himself of a combatant, really; he's more of a legal first responder, a paramedic who wields interim injunctions rather than tourniquets. To try and lay hands on him would violate so many statutes, conventions, and directives…oh, he could and would have a field day with that. Assuming he survived, of course. That'd admittedly be a bit of a snag. "Incidentally, my name is Garrett M. Blazington," he adds a little belatedly, to no one in particular. The devil's hand is in his breast pocket, having gone without much conscious thought for his business card wallet, but after a moment he withdraws it again, reasoning that while there is a time, place, and crowd for business cards, these really are none of them. pre:Code Name: The Devil's Advocate
Real Name: Garrett M. Blazington III
Real Real Name: Gár'marchosiàsabnô–Sëerel!Igos, Third Son of The Blazing One Who Forever Devours the Wretched Dead
Age: 581
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 114 lb.
Eyes: Solid sulphuric yellow, with tiny black pupils
Hair: Jet black
Skin: Fiery crimson
PL: 9
PP: 133/135
Abilities 16 points Defences: 19 points
STR -2 -4 points FGT -1 -2 points Toughness 4 + 0 = 4
STA 4 8 points INT 2 4 points Fortitude 4 + 4 = 8
AGL 1 2 points AWE 4 8 points Dodge 1 + 5 = 6
DEX 0 0 points PRE 0 0 points Parry -1 + 4 = 3
Will 4 + 6 = 10
Initiative 1 + 4 = 5
Offence: Advantages: 5 points
Hellfire Blast: Ranged, +10 attack, +8 damage Attractive 1
Fire and Brimstone: Perception, +8 damage Benefit (well–off) 1
Binding Contract: Ranged, +10 Attack Contacts 1
Fearless 1
Improved Initiative 1
Ritualist 1
Skills: 35 points
Name Ranks PP Total Name Ranks PP Total
Deception 10 5 10 Investigation 12 6 14
Expertise: Law 14 6 16 Perception 4 2 8
Expertise: Magic 13 6.5 15 Persuasion 12 6 12
Insight 4 2 8 Vehicles 1 .5 1
Powers: 58 points
Summon Imps 25 points Hellish Resilience 10 points
Total Cost: 3 pp/rank Base Cost: 2 pp/rank Total Cost: 1 rank/pp Base Cost: 1 pp/rank
Action: Standard Resistance: n/a Action: n/a Resistance: n/a
Range: Close Duration: Sustained Range: Personal Duration: Permanent
Extras: Horde, Flaws: Attitude (indifferent), Extras: – Flaws: –
Mult. Minions x1 Resistible Flat Extras: – Descriptor: Infernal
Flat Extras: Sacrifice Descriptor: Infernal Flat Flaws: –
Flat Flaws: –
Effects: Garrett summons a pair of hellspawned imps to do Effects: Native to the burning depths of Hell itself, Garrett
his bidding. At least, that's the ideal scenario; being isn't terribly bothered by fire. Having gotten a
bound to his service by contract only, and constantly firmer grip on the nature of this earthly realm,
looking for loopholes and excuses to neglect what they metaphysically speaking, he now benefits from his
consider their highly ignoble duties, their assistance (super)natural immunity to everything fiery on this
is unreliable at the best of times. plane as well.
[Summon 8] [Immunity 10]
Hellfire Blast 24 points Fire and Brimstone 20 points (AE #1)
Total Cost: 2 pp/rank Base Cost: 1 pp/rank Total Cost: 3 pp/rank Base Cost: 1 pp/rank
Action: Standard Resistance: Toughness Action: Standard Resistance: Toughness
Range: Ranged Duration: Instant Range: Ranged Duration: Instant
Extras: Incr. Range 1 Flaws: – Extras: Incr. Range 1, Flaws: Limited (doesn't work
Flat Extras: Accurate 5, Descriptor: Fire, Infernal Magic Area Cloud 1 indoors)
Alt. Eff. 3 Flat Extras: Incurable Descriptor: Fire, Infernal Magic
Flat Flaws: – Flat Flaws: –
Effects: Garrett hurls a blast of hellfire at a foe. Which Effects: Garrett calls a rain of sulphury flame down on
really is a lot like regular fire for all intents his enemies, which burns them with hellish pain,
and purposes, except "hellfire" sounds much more leaves wounds that will not heal, and all that.
sinister. Unfortunately it is also very easily foiled by
[Damage 8] not venturing out of doors, owing to the need
for a direct connection to the third negative
celestial pole to unleash the brimstone downpour.
[Damage 9]
Shard of Hell 18 points (AE #2) Binding Contract 21 points (AE #3)
Total Cost: 6 pp/rank Base Cost: 6 pp/rank Total Cost: 2 pp/rank Base Cost: 1 pp/rank
Action: Standard Resistance: n/a Action: Standard Resistance: Will
Range: Rank Duration: Sustained Range: Ranged Duration: Instant
Extras: Selective Flaws: – Extras: Extra Condition, Flaws: Limited Degree
Flat Extras: – Descriptor: Fire, Infernal Magic Incr. Range 1 Descriptor: Infernal Magic
Flat Flaws: – Flat Extras: Accurate 5 Degrees: Dazed/Vulnerable,
Compelled/Defenceless
Effects: Garrett twists a small portion of this plane's Effects: Garrett invokes a paragraph from the Codex
reality into a dreadfully accurate simulacrum of Hellish Law, 667th ed., aiming to
of the Burning Hells. The air becomes too hot trick his target into doing his bidding.
to breathe, the ground turns into melting, It's not quite mind control, but an opponent
sludge–like rock, and boiling vapours obscure befuddled by the seemingly contradictory
the vision of those unfortunate enough to be intricacies of Hell's law still beats a
caught within it. perfectly lucid opponent any day of the week.
[Environment Control 3: Intense/Extreme Heat, [Affliction 8]
Impeded Movement 2, Visibility 1]
pre:Imps!
Height: 1' 7" – 2' 0"
Weight: 70 - 100 lb.
Eyes: Coal black
Hair: Not in any places you want to look
Skin: Dirty crimson
PL: 5
PP: 75/75
Abilities 28 points Defences: 5 points
STR 4 8 points FGT 4 8 points Toughness 4 + 2 = 6
STA 4 8 points INT -1 -2 points Fortitude 4 + 1 = 5
AGL 2 4 points AWE 2 4 points Dodge 2 + 1 = 3
DEX 1 2 points PRE -2 -4 points Parry 4 + 0 = 4
Will 2 + 3 = 5
Initiative 2 + 0 = 2
Offence: Advantages: 4 points
Shinkicking: Close, +5 attack, +5 damage Close Combat 1 1
Anklebiting: Close, +5 attack (requires grab) Fast Grab 1
Improved Grab 1
Improved Hold 1
Skills: 6 points
Name Ranks PP Total Name Ranks PP Total
Athletics 4 2 9 Stealth 8 4 9
Powers: 32 points
Shinkicking 11 points Anklebiting 10 points (AE #1)
Total Cost: 2 pp/rank Base Cost: 1 pp/rank Total Cost: 2 pp/rank Base Cost: 1 pp/rank
Action: Standard Resistance: Toughness Action: Standard Resistance: Fortitude
Range: Close Duration: Instant Range: Close Duration: Instant
Extras: Secondary Effect Flaws: – Extras: Progressive Flaws: Grab–based
Flat Extras: Altern. Eff. Descriptor: Infernal Flat Extras: – Descriptor: Infernal
Flat Flaws: – Flat Flaws: – Degrees: Hindered, Prone,
Incapacitated
Effects: The imp kicks an opponent where it really smarts. Effects: Having latched on to the leg (or whatver bit of anatomy
It knows where to kick so well, in fact, that the is readily available) of an opponent, the imp chows
kick actually double–smarts. It smarts now, and it down with gusto. Its teeth being sharp as hell, this
smarts all over again some time later. Such is the is both really painful for and highly inconveniences the
nature of an imp's kick fu. victim, who is likely to pass out before long if he or
[Damage 5] she can't get the imp to stop snacking on their tender
flesh.
[Affliction 5]
On Tiny Leather Wings 4 points Hellish Resilience 11 points
Total Cost: .5 pp/rank Base Cost: 2 pp/rank Total Cost: 1 pp/rank Base Cost: 1 pp/rank
Action: Free Resistance: – Action: – Resistance: –
Range: Close Duration: Sustained Range: Personal Duration: Permanent
Extras: – Flaws: Distracting, Wings Extras: Innate Flaws: –
Flat Extras: Innate, Descriptor: Infernal Flat Extras: – Descriptor: Infernal
Subtle 2 Flat Flaws: –
Flat Flaws: –
Effects: The imp possesses tiny, bat–like wings that somehow Effects: Like most any creature native to the Burning Hells,
enable it to fly. Slowly and unsteadily, granted, but the humble imp too is unperturbed by the exothermic
still, flight! It won't be wheeling and soaring and chemical process of combustion.
swinging exactly, but it'll take every opportunity [Immunity 10 (fire)]
to gloat and generally exult whenever it's in Garrett's
presence because it can fly and he can't.
[Flight 2]
Hellish Resilience, Pt 2 2 points It Does Lift, Actually 4 points
Total Cost: 1 pp/rank Base Cost: 1 pp/rank Total Cost: 1 pp/rank Base Cost: 2 pp/rank
Action: – Resistance: – Action: Free Resistance: –
Range: Personal Duration: Permanent Range: Personal Duration: Sustained
Extras: – Flaws: – Extras: – Flaws: Limited to Lifting
Flat Extras: – Descriptor: Infernal Flat Extras: – Descriptor: Infernal
Flat Flaws: – Flat Flaws: –
Effects: An imp's sturdy hide makes it a little more adept at Effects: In spite of its diminutive stature, the imp is
withstanding whatever endeavours of bodily violence capable of picking up and carrying considerable
are visited upon it. amounts of weight. Imps that especially excel at
[Protection 2] lugging around preposterous quantities of junk
soon find themselves in the entourage of Achetia,
Devil Queen of Consumerism, to accompany her on
her many shopping trips to the Hellmall.
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Garrett M. Blazington III – Central Agency He gives a thin smile. "Are you also suggesting that all that armour of yours is not for wading into the fray, then?" Garrett carefully strokes his long, pointed goatee. "At first, HIREUS voiced a number of compunctions quite similar to yours, but I managed to…alleviate their concerns. Suffice it to say that my aims and the agency's happen to align; think of it as my being the enemy of your enemy, if you prefer. I do not expect us to become friends, certainly, but productive associates? That should be in the cards, no?" Garrett then tilts his head a little, looking confused. "Though I must confess that I am unsure where the earplugs come in."
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Garrett M. Blazington III – Central Agency "Insults? I haven't encountered any especially egregious epithets so far, I must say. Most people, when they notice that I am not merely wearing a particularly elaborate Hallowe'en costume, come to realise it is unwise to be rude to someone of my…nature, if they value the continued well–being of their soul." He smiles innocently. "But, speaking of insults, in case anything I've said might be construed as an insult I do apologise," Garrett declares with a little bow of his head. The gesture seems sincere enough, one supposes. "You see, where I come from, bulky armour generally signifies the willingness and aptitude to slam screaming into the enemy lines with a blazing blade in your hand and a blasphemous battlecry on your lips. It is the mark of merciless assault troops rather than noble protectors, in short." His eyes narrow as he scrutinises Jeffery's suit of metal. "Though come to think of it, your armour is rather lacking in blood–encrusted spikes or pauldrons moulded in the shape of screaming, hornéd skulls, isn't it? That should have been something of a giveaway, I think." The devil smiles again. "Silly me." Garrett then turns to Julie, though the sight of her brings him up short for the briefest of moments. "You did some work on that alien invasion a few years ago, didn't you? Blew up most of Cleveland?" he asks, clapping his hands together. "Quite the hit back home, that was! Ah. Be that as it may, I believe that being proactive about squabbling—if you can even call it that, really—does actually have its merits. Why not address any misgivings and compunctions straight away, before there is any time for them to take root and rankle?" Again with that toothy, if slightly practiced smile. "I know a thing or two about that, you see."
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Garrett M. Blazington III – Central Agency Garrett scrutinises the various assignments, eyeing the tree–thwarted kitten especially closely. Thinking back to one of his HIREUS interviews, he then quite gravely addresses the girl: "Miss Molly, are there any additional details to go with these missions? This kitten, in particular…it wouldn't happen to belong to a little old lady, would it? And slash or be a scratching, hissing monstrosity driven by nothing but utter loathing for all humankind?" The devil looks at his fellow heroes. "I should like to be present when this is dealt with, if at all possible. Kittens are not always what they seem to be," he informs them just as gravely, "nor are little old ladies." Garrett sighs a little wistfully. "If I am to be doing good, I should at least like to do it properly."
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Garrett M. Blazington III – Central Agency "Cheeseburgers, yes," the devil intones, "one of the Forbidden Foods. They are to kittens, as you call them, what water was to those…goblins? Kobolds? The name escapes me, but you remember that movie, don't you?" He smiles. "It was quite clever of them to engineer such a meme; and now, unwittingly, you are all playing right into their hands. Or paws, as that may be." There is a vaguely admiring look on his face as he says this. Garrett looks at Katrina, raising one eyebrow. Silent for a time, he taps a black–nailed finger against his chin, thoughtful, until finally giving the young woman a devious smile. "Indeed," is his simple, murmured response. "Although property values are bound to take a hit wherever such evil–doers as those two clash, make no mistake."
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Garrett M. Blazington III – Central Agency "The kitten it is, then," Garrett agrees with a nod, "which I hope will not turn out to be Felis catus daemonicus after all, or anything of the sort." Looking at his teammates Julie and Roy, he produces a key fob from his pocket. "I can give one of you a ride, if you'd like. Just one, though; there isn't room for more." He smiles. "Unless the tree in question is just around the corner to begin with, I suppose." One cannot quite help but get the impression that Garrett might just drive there anyway, not being much of one for such lowly means of transportation as walking if he can help it. The devil's choice of car turns out to be a little predictable, perhaps, and almost uninspired in a way. But then, what are those low–hanging fruit for if one won't indulge oneself and make a grab for them every once in a while? The Benefit of being Well–off. 
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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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Garrett M. Blazington III – In a) a State of Abject Shock and b) Herschel Langley Memorial Park Garrett just…stares. His mouth opens then closes again a couple of times in quick succession, a look of barely suppressed horror on his face. Finally, he turns to Roy, mouth open still. "Did she…did she just…land…on my car?" He takes a few steps towards the vehicle, a man afraid that he might not like what he's going to find. "Are you alright?" the devil gently enquires, taking in tree and kitten and Diablo and fallen superheroine. "That…that looked painful. Nothing is broken…is it?" Garrett puts his hand on the vehicle's roof, stroking it soothingly. "She didn't scratch your paintjob, did she?" His expression darkens as he then gazes up to where the recalcitrant kitten still is perching. "I have had it with that little monster already," he grimly announces and pulls out a sheet of paper that looks rather like a largely pre–printed contract of some sort. "Let's see," Garrett adds, producing a fountain pen as well and beginning to fill in the blanks, "what time is it, precisely? Today is March the…in Herschel Langley Memorial Park…non–lethal relocation as per paragraphs…sign here…very good!" Putting the pen away again, the devil holds out the contract, whereupon it spontaneously bursts into flame and is altogether incinerated in a matter of moments, not so much as a speck of ash remaining of it. Rubbing his hands with grim anticipation, Garrett looks around, clearly expecting something to happen. (Trying to) Summon the imps! They get a DC 18 Will (?) resistance check to weasel out of it.
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Garrett M. Blazington III – Herschel Langley Memorial Park "Somebody's distracting, uncalled–for, invasive driving, yes," Garrett agrees, staring a dagger or two at Roy. "Fine?" he then repeats, looking blankly at Julie. "Oh, you. Fine. Yes, of course," Garrett nods absent-mindedly, wincing a little at the sounds that accompany the human's extricating herself from the wreckage. "I expect it would take a lot more than falling out of a tree to put a dent in you." His tone wistful, he gives his poor car a look of pure melancholy. "Minions!" the devil exclaims when his hellspawned underlings have arrived, rubbing his hands together in an appropriately diabolical fashion. Getting to order two hapless imps around, as listless as they obviously are when it comes to the whole affair, at least appears to take Garrett's mind off his semi–wrecked car. "I require your services! A vicious, clawed beast lurks in yonder tree, and thus far it has withstood our…not inconsiderable efforts to apprehend it! What I ask of you is but to retrieve the creature for us—unharmed, I should add!" he declares with a toothy if somewhat sly smile. "My report shall make express mention of your…determination and pluck in this endeavour, of course," Garrett adds wheedlingly. "Perhaps you might consider flanking the creature along with Miss Mach here? Three of you versus one of it—it should hardly be a contest!" I need to get these guys into a suitably cooperative mood first, I understand, so that's Persuasion 12 to attempt just that, I think? The imps have Flight 2 and can use Grab at +5, as well as possessing the Improved Grab/Hold advantages.
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Garrett M. Blazington III – Herschel Langley Memorial Park "It is the art of delegating, minions," Garrett informs the imps. "And trust me, I hope to be moving on to more…substantial endeavours before long. Until then, however, we shall give it our all! Shan't we?" Watching the kitten disappear among the leaves like a tiny feline ninja, Garrett covers his face with his hand, sighing softly. "Whom does this…animal belong to, anyway?" the devil eventually asks wearily. "Perhaps someone abandoned it in that tree to get rid of it? Liable though the creature is to create a public disturbance before long, I cannot help but sympathise with whoever its unfortunate owner may be." He watches Julie as she prepares for another attack run. "Minions!" Garrett then addresses his underlings. "Circle around the tree! Cover any potential escape routes left open by Miss Mach's vector of approach! We need but corner the beast, and it shall be able to evade our grasp no more!" The devil's theatricality is becoming a little strained, one won't have too much difficulty noticing. It is difficult to muster much energy when a task that seemed so trivial turns out to be so irritating, after all. The imps shall attempt to AID Julie! Attack check against DC 10, she gets a +2 circumstance bonus on her attack roll if they succeed. Or do I need to talk them into it first again? 
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Garrett M. Blazington III – Herschel Langley Memorial Park "Commendable!" Garrett exclaims, clapping his hands a couple of times. It's not applause exactly, but as a more general gesture of moderate appreciation it…serves its purpose. "I shall be sure to mention your performance in my report, minions!" "No collar? I wonder why," the devil responds, obviously not wondering in the slightest. Nevertheless, he proceeds to walk somewhat casually round the tree, hands in his pockets, looking here and there for a sign of the elusive collar. "Maybe it's still dangling off some branch up there?" he adds with a glance at his hellspawned underlings, apparently expecting them to take a cursory look there at least. That should be Perception 8; the imps only have Perception 2.
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Garrett M. Blazington III – Herschel Langley Memorial Park Looking at his Diablo, Garrett sighs. "This is not the way I expected this day to turn out." If the car's damaged so badly that he'd, like, get pulled over just for driving it then I guess he's gonna call a tow truck, yeah.
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Garrett M. Blazington III – Herschel Langley Memorial Park "Perhaps we should go and find out whether this Doctor Death actually lives up to his name," the devil says to no one in particular, seating himself behind the wheel once again. A few moments later, though, he snaps his fingers and peers out of the window. "Oh, by the way: exemplary job, minions! Consider yourselves dismissed until further notice; you shall be in receipt of a copy of your performance report once it has been processed by the relevant administrative bodies. For now, as they say, toodles!" And with that, Garrett starts to maneouve his battered vehicle out of Herschel Langley Memorial Park, only too happy to leave that damned tree behind at last. Unsummoning the imps, then joining the Chili Crew! If Garrett doesn't know exactly where they're at I suppose he'll first swing by the HIREUS place and talk to Molly, I'm sure she'll tell him! Completely, unequivocally sure. Yep.
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Garrett M. Blazington III – Death's Domain Terrified people pouring from a burning building brings a light to Garrett's eye (the sheer legal possibilities!), and he is sure to hand out business cards to as many of them as possible while making his way inside. Once there, the devil takes a moment to take in the curious sight of the magma lady, Kat, wrestling with a fellow in metal armour, whom he supposes to be none other than the villainous Doctor Death! It's not that Garrett is unfavourably disposed towards the man—no doubt he has his reasons for whatever it is he's doing—, but HIREUS wants the good Doctor brought in and Garrett wants HIREUS to be happy with him, so his next course of action seems pretty clear. "Perhaps your metal shell is impervious to earthly fire, Doctor Death," the infernal one intones, wiggling his fingers in the general direction of the villain, "but what of HELLFIRE?" And, even as Garrett cackles devilishly, a blast of hellish flame springs from the tips of his fingers, surging towards the Doctor! And hopefully not hitting Kat. Maybe she wouldn't mind too much, but then again she might. And the hamming up. Was the hamming up really necessary? Garrett decides that it wasn't, but sometimes one must play to the stereotype! Garrett's initiative is +1! And also that's a Hellfire Blast (Damage 8, Fire/Infernal Magic), at what I think is (8-2) +6 to–hit and +8 damage. pre:Defences Advantages Toughness 4 Fearless Fortitude 6 Dodge 5 Ongoing Effects/Bonuses/Penalties Parry 2 None! Will 8
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Garrett M. Blazington III – Death's Domain "Whoa. Whoa whoa whoa," Garrett exclaims at the sight of Doctor Death being subjected to an extremely thorough beating even after he's well out of the fight. "Some legal advice, free of charge: don't do that." He glances over his shoulder, looking a little nervous. "Anyone catches wind of this, the lot of us might just end up cellmates with the good Doctor. If he recovers. Do we want that? I think not. Us to end up in prison, I mean. I'm all for the man suffering no permanent injuries or damage from this, needless to say." The devil eyes the rather ruined bar around him. "Alright, damage control. Did anyone happen to catch sight of any surveillance cameras in this place? If so, we need to make sure none of…that ended up on tape." He nods at Kat. "Phone it in as soon as we've taken care of our remaining business here. It won't take long, I hope. If you'll excuse me…" Garrett then prepares to leave the establishment and deal with whatever witnesses there may be, to make sure there were no other casualties as much as determine whether anyone has seen anything they shouldn't have. Perception 8 to look for cameras, but if anyone else's Perception is better I'll assist them if they want to check instead.
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Garrett M. Blazington III – Central Agency The devil applauds politely. It's no slow clap, certainly, but he hardly is being the picture of exuberance either. That just isn't his style in any case, to be fair – especially when the extent of his personal involvement in the day's events was helping to coax a cat out of a tree; not something likely to impress future clients, even if the cat was a tiny, furry menace. But then, a job's a job…
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Garrett M. Blazington III – Central Agency After staring at it for a bit, Garrett holds the drawing of the monsters at arm's length, squinting. "…You mean those aren't to scale?" he finally asks, looking a little daunted. Just a little. "Because fighting Godzilla and Friends might be a – really, I shouldn't say this, but I will, so I just want you all to know that I didn't actually mean to and I am very sorry – might be a tall order." The devil utters a joyless heh, then frowns. "I could hit the books, but I fear there is little to be achieved here, legally speaking. Then again, there was that Yog the Devourer v. Quaker Oats Corporation case…"
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Garrett M. Blazington III – Central Agency "The conspicuous lack of buildings noisily collapsing, relay stations exploding, and people screaming in terror might account for that," the devil offers as he joins Katja and Jeffery at the window, peering outside.
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Garrett M. Blazington III – Central Agency "Huh," Garrett utters when he finds himself confronted with a giant mutated reptile face outside the window, and takes a step back. Just to be on the safe side, of course. Better take a step back than risk offending the creature somehow and be annihilated by a blast of atomic energy, it should go without saying. When Tim starts talking to Godzilla like it is a perfectly normal thing to do, the devil thoughtfully strokes his goatee for a moment, then lightly taps the gorilla on the shoulder to get his attention. "Tim, do you think you could tell him that we all really hated that '98 movie? Don't want to get off on the wrong foot here with him. Build rapport right from the start, and all that."
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Garrett M. Blazington III – Ascalon Esplanade "Now I don't take any particular interest in those movies, but isn't his weakness getting the crap beaten out of him by the big fella here?" the devil offers. "In which case all we would have to do is distract him a little. Somehow." Not that he has any particularly brilliant notions of how to accomplish this. "Anything I can conjure up on short notice would hardly even tickle him, so…" Garrett adjusts his tie. "I can't help but feel I am a little out of my element right about now."
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Garrett M. Blazington III – Ascalon Esplanade "Fire?" he repeats, perking up. "You know, I can do that too. If you want me." Garrett eyes the stunned dragon. "As tempting as it is to try to fling a bolt of hellfire up his nostril, though, I think I'll settle for something that doesn't require so much effort to hit with," he muses, remembering what happened the last time he used magic that required actual aiming. Staring at Ghidorah with narrowed eyes, the devil points at the sky above the massive monster and begins to incant, the syllables of some warbling, unknown language flowing from his lips in fits and starts – and slowly, vaguely similar to the interdimensional portal in that one giant monster movie except up in the sky and not down in the ocean, a fiery crack opens out of nowhere, belching forth thick clouds of sulphur from which drops and chunks of genuine brimstone begin to rain ere long, burning the three–headed dragon creature! Chipping in on the team attack with Fire and Brimstone! pre:Fire and Brimstone 20 points (AE #1)
Total Cost: 3 pp/rank Base Cost: 1 pp/rank
Action: Standard Resistance: Toughness
Range: Ranged Duration: Instant
Extras: Incr. Range 1, Flaws: Limited (doesn't work
Area Cloud 1 indoors)
Flat Extras: Incurable Descriptor: Fire, Infernal Magic
Flat Flaws: –
[Damage 9]
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Garrett M. Blazington III – Ascalon Esplanade Watching the team's combined attacks actually begin to bring the monster down, Garrett raises an eyebrow. "Huh. That went surprisingly well." A pause. "You know, I think I am going to try and fling a bolt of hellfire up his nostril." Which he does. Will it work? No one knows just yet, but in a display of cold logic the devil goes for the simplest way of finding out! I presume that, with the previous attack over and resolved and everything, I can now use this power (of which Fire and Brimstone was an alternate effect) just fine! It is +10 attack, +8 damage if I'm not mistaken. pre:Hellfire Blast 24 points
Total Cost: 2 pp/rank Base Cost: 1 pp/rank
Action: Standard Resistance: Toughness
Range: Ranged Duration: Instant
Extras: Incr. Range 1 Flaws: –
Flat Extras: Accurate 5, Descriptor: Fire, Infernal Magic
Alt. Eff. 3
Flat Flaws: –
[Damage 8]
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Garrett M. Blazington III – Ascalon Esplanade "You punched one of his heads off," Garrett notes in a flat voice. "I…suppose that if that does not merit a high five, nothing does." So he gives Mach one, trying not to show that he's actually enjoying himself. Just a little.
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Garrett M. Blazington III – Ascalon Esplanade First adjusting his tie, the devil very seriously returns Godzilla's thumbs-up. He's not one to ever do anything in a sloppy manner, but sharing a moment with a mutated, radioactive dinosaur calls for a special degree of gravity, in his not at all humble opinion. "They will most likely expect us to write a report on what happened," he muses. "Which is, I suppose, only a more impressive term for 'paperwork'. But it's paperwork that involves taking down a giant, triple-headed dragon…alien…thing, which is rather an improvement over the kind of paperwork I usually have to file, so I shall not complain."
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Oct 17, 2014 02:27
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Garrett M. Blazington III – Central Agency "Well, they certainly pulled out all the stops here," Garrett remarks dryly. "But after getting a thumbs-up from Godzilla, well, it's all downhill from there on out, isn't it?" He smiles politely at the Receptionist as he starts to walk past her desk; then, stopping on a whim (even as a small voice at the back of his mind tells him that between what he's about to attempt and fighting King Ghidorah, taking on the giant three-headed dragon probably was the safer thing to do by far), he flashes his most winning grin at her, accompanied by an equally winning thumbs-up. It is just like the kind of perfect deal-sealing handshake everyone always speaks of so highly: not too overbearing and strong, nor too timid and weak, but just right. The Goldilocks handshake, in a manner of speaking. Except as a thumbs-up, obviously. Garrett likes to think he can pull it off, anyway. He has won over juries and judges aplenty, and what should all that experience be good for if not this, the pièce de résistance of applying his devilish charm? Persuasion +12 to try and defrost the Receptionist's icy demeanour! Garrett also is Attractive, so maybe that's a +14? Clearly the most perilous roll to make in the entire game, but I'm cold going there.
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Oct 25, 2014 05:58
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Garrett M. Blazington III – Central Agency The devil looks self-satisfied almost to the point of smugness as he enters the office, studying its grand furnishings with an approving eye; Garrett is in so good a mood that he even smiles at Molly's exuberance as he picks up his contract. "Thank you, Miss Molly," he says seriously. "Whatever HIREUS has in store for us, we will give it our all. Even if it's giant dragon monsters." A pause. "Maybe especially when it's giant dragon monsters."
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He's the coolest sentient ape I've encountered in quite some time, so I'm totally down with that. Uh, Tim, I mean. Not Yamtaggler. Who I assume merely pretended to be a sentient ape, although he was pretty good at that! I think I'll stop talking now.
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