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Gambit "Merde," he cursed under his breath. He wasn't sure who he was really mad at, this AIM amateur asking point-blank about sources he had or Taskmaster's total indifference after what was a pretty impressive dropdown strike. He climbed off the back of the Hornet who had so graciously broken his fall, but kept his staff at the ready to crack the AIM Ace upside the skull if they made any sudden moves. "I knew you were coming because you basically the least subtle dudes to ever put on a helmet. I don't know what you got going on outside, but a diversion like this, roping all those people into it? Low-class, man. Just low-class."
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Taskmaster "Oh, I'm familiar with his work." Taskmaster nods, eyeing Gambit and Jubilee. "Decent execution today, too. Very nice." He tends to prefer Spider-Man and Daredevil for acrobatics, but anything to mix it up can be handy. With signs exchanged, it's best to get the work done sooner rather than later, so he can bug out if the girl needs him. Taskmaster reaches into his belt, pulling out a small bag. "I believe this is yours, and you have something of mine." Payment for the package. Once the exchange is made, he'll just need an exit strategy... The girl seems to be doing well. Taskmaster pauses, turning towards the X-Men. "My people on the outside have no idea what's going on with the demonstration, either." Which is to say, he's not hearing anything by bug, but always better to imply someone knows what you're doing and will be watching out for you. "My guess? Something hosed up, and big. These idiots just got caught up in it. What were you after, anyway? This is an art museum. Last I heard you lot were in the tech business, and the science demonstration was happening outside." Pause, touch to ear. "Oh, by the way, your backup's been neutralized."
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Gambit "I also know that AIM consults with anyone for the right price and that Ireland was neutral during World War II," Remy told her. "But you're indignant enough that even if you were working with them, your bosses probably didn't tell you. It's rough being on the bottom, no?" He slowly stepped back from the Hornet and collapsed his staff back up. "Whatever's going on out there sounds pretty bad," he announced. "I guess we should take a peek, at least."
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 Dr. Jeffery Andrew Millman Jeremy sighs as his foam does nothing weaken the crowd. The H.E.S. wasn't the tool of jackbooted thugs, it isn't designed to cause harm to others, its only purpose is to keep him safe from harm! However, it is harm he sees right further in the crowd as they begin to converge on someone. Leave it to a crowd to pick on one solitary individual and to leave the guy in the big robot suit alone. Was he really that non-threatening? He only has one option, he has to go over and shield this person from the crowd. Okay, going to try and make my way over to help out Viola. That's a d10 solo, d8 I do my best work alone, d8 reflexes, and d8 vehicle expert. Coming to aid: 1d10+3d8 19 Okay, that's a 13, with a d8 effect die and one complication/opportunity thing. drat this game system has complex rules. I want to make the effect an asset to give to Viola to not get curb stomped?
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PP: 2 | XP: 1 “Protip!", Gwen exclaims, holding up a finger. "Find a new line of work. Do you know what happened to the first A.I.M. guys?” Gwen gets a pained look on her face, gesturing with open hands. “They were killed by their own androids, and not like, in a clean way, they got trampled to death by big, stinky android feet. I mean, if you have to be a bad guy, at least be a bad guy in Boise or some place there the Punisher doesn’t hang around in his creepy stalker van." Looking at the chanting people around, she frowns. "Um, do you mind, I'm trying to teach a valuable life lesson here..." She ducks back into the van. "C'mon, tell me you at least have some rare drops." She's looking for some cool stuff, just let me know if you want me to roll or drop a PP or whatever. Oh, and she's probably earning 1 XP for "You Come Right Out of a Comic Book!".
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Jubilee looks out the window overlooking the crowd outside. "I'll say!" she replies to Gambit. "It looks like they're going to kill that girl down there!" She forces the window open (which sounds an alarm, but she doesn't really care about that) and wiggles through it to jump down and help! (That's her entire action for the panel, I'm pretty sure. It sounds like it would be.)
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Meanwhile, on the streets... Ferrus Manus Pain receptors no! (team, negative thinking as one for +1d6 doom, mental resistance): 6d6+1d4 11 effect d6 - that's a critical success, upping your effect die to d10, knocking out one of the team die which gets added to the doom pool. You also have 3 opportunities to play with. Like thunder through water, the work on the pain receptors spreads through the rioters like wildfire. The forced hydra feel a life time of dirty work run through their system, with some going into unconsciousness in order to avoid the pain - in so doing, they free themselves from the hive mind. V107-A Do they feel insulted? (team dice, mental resistance, crowded commuter streets): 5d6+1d8 12 effect d8 - take 2 pp and I'll add d8 to the doom pool from your opportunities. d10 stress is more than enough to knock out a die, so they're down to 3d6. The words find little resistance under the shock therapy (of sorts), and ricochet through the minds like an echo in a cavern. Various bad memories also seem to surge upwards - perhaps you are lucky to have been above the hive mind. But perhaps, by searching those memories, you may find something there... A new unlockable has been found! More details will be given after the scene ends. H.E.S If you look to create an asset, I just need to roll with the doom die -if I don't beat your roll, the asset is made with size equal to the effect size - so if you succeed, you'll create a d8 sized asset V107-A (or someone else at the scene, as narratively appropriate) can add to their die rolls. Incidentally, taking into account the current doom pool: Asset reaction: 2d8+3d6 11 effect d6, granting 2 oppurtunities. Since and then I'll use your opportunity to add d6 to the pool, so have another pp. Broken and battered, the crowd does little to resist you moving through the crowd. The foam rests uneasily as you part the waves of people, you can't help but wander - who was behind this? Aim? Hydra? The factors that would recreate this situation are 1 in six figures, at least - could they rely on a malfunction of... something? Would they rely on it? The potential victim is safe now - that is what matters. Rioters Though there aren't as many as there were before, there are still some who serve the cause. A contingent breaks off into the daylight, looking to exit the sordid scene before them. Attempting to escape: 2d8+1d8+1d8 11 effect d8 - you can pursue or choose not too, your choice. Both will effect the outcome of the story in different ways. Rioters stress/dice: team dice 3d6, emotional stress d10 New assets: V107-A: Bodyshield d8 Unknown timer: d4 [4 ticks] Police arrival timer: d6 [3 ticks] Meanwhile, by the van... Gwenpool "That was like thirteen years ago and- wait, how'd you know about that? Are you one of our vets or something? I mean, poo poo, if you are you must have joined pretty early and..." As the attention is turned to the hydra group, the front man laughs a little and coughs. "Y-yeah, it's kinda distracting. Wander what it's about, though. Listen -" He pulls out his pocket one of J.Jonah Jameson's business cards as he says this - "I know the bugle is looking for caped reporters of some kind - I don't know if it's as a mascot or whatever, but if you let me and the guys go I'll vouch for you if you want the job considering your pizza van is, well..." He decides to continue on, rather than let the conversation lie. "If you have some other kind of work lined up, I'm willing to bet a few of us would be willing to jump ship - we don't exactly carry resumes around, because, y'know." The stragglers begin making their way to the van. Yeah, the XP is yours. Are you going to let them go or not? If you do, a new unlockable will be made available. If you don't, you might get something else instead. Meanwhile, up in the gallery... Taskmaster: "And I believe this is yours, you left it at the restaurant last night." Cassedy says, handing over a small usb marked "Project Ben" and an unmarked cassette tape - exactly what the doctor (at least, that's what the client called himself) ordered. "In any case, it-" Jubilee Exiting the scene via window, you hear the beats in your ears as the sandstone steps appear below you. Using an easily accessed pipe you slide down to the scene to find the following scene - a small girl being protected by a large suit, several people on the floor in various states of disarray, some destroyed public property and is that a radiation alarm going off? And what's with the foam? Did someone set off a fire extinguisher? You notice the group with the large bags from before are watching in the distance - just what are they planning? Yeah - you're now officially within the streets section of the scene. Taskmaster again, and Gambit "...Alright then. That... Happened. ...Sir," She says, turning to Gambit. "Would you like to continue upon your niece's return or perhaps we should arrange for another time?" -- As the pressure is placed off her back, Hornet sits up against one of the pillars, and begins to perform a scan on her systems. Beeps and pips come out of her suit, but she seems uninterested in fighting any further. "Feck me, some days..." Doom dice: 2d8+4d6 Scene distinctions:
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Taskmaster Taskmaster looks at the cassette and the USB. His client didn't instruct him not to look at them...and while he's a professional, he also likes to know who he's loving with, since revenge can be such a pain. He makes a note to check the data out later. "Thanks." He pockets them, looking over at the broken window. "She's jumpy, huh? Capes, man." He shakes his head sympathetically at Gambit. He looks over at the AIM agent. "So, what exactly were you guys after here? Explain this plan to me like I'm twelve. You come in, guns blazing, and plan to steal...what? A painting of Campbell's soup cans?"
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PP: 2 | XP: 2 "My pizza van? Oh yeah. Mine. My pizza van." Gwenpool says as she pops out of the back of the van, taking the card and looking at it. "Jonah. Oh, man, hahahaha. I could do that, hahahahaa..." A slight pause, and her smile vanishes. "I mean I would take that job seriously, totally seriously, Jonah is a great man and I wouldn't even mention his Hitler mustache.", she deadpans. "Go ahead and recommend me!", she says with a grin. "And hey, give me your e-mail on the other side, I'll see if I can hook you up." She hops out of the van with a small duffel of things she's nabbed. Including the duffel. "Right now you should probably make sure none of these guys bleed out, though. Oh, and give me your name. Maybe you'll be a recurring character!" She grins, shouldering the bag, letting that statement remain enigmatic. Totally enigmatic. Play it cool, Gwen.
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Gambit "No, that's all right," Remy assured her, having slipped the tape into the inside of his pant leg. "Just take care of it, will you? These are my details and preferred people for delivery." He handed her a folded slip of paper with payment information and, more importantly, an account number for a shipping company. When the transaction went through, it would tell the newbies he was supposed to be casing the place for to hold off. Whatever brought AIM in, he didn't want those kids getting tangled up in. His first impulse was to, of course, bolt and let things settle down... but Jubilee was out there and she was just a kid. The least he could do was to make sure she got out okay and had a place to wait for things to die down. Remy quickly made himself scarce, appearing beside Jubilee without a sound. "So what's your play, petite?" He asked, scanning the crowd. "Think we oughtta get outta here before things get too hot."
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Ferrus Manus I am still here but I am waiting to see what H.E.S does first before I act myself. And then this post will have actual stuff in it.
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PP: 2 | XP: 2 "Gwen Poole.", she replies honestly, because seriously, that is her name as she steps into the van. "And sure!", she says, not really thinking through the consequences of being stopped in a van of evil A.I.M. agents bent on terrorism or at least one of the bad -isms. "So, who's in charge these days? Monica Rappaccini? Andrew Forson? M.O.D.O.K.?" How does she know all these names? "Good thing nobody's recording this, this'd be really incriminating! Ha ha." Pulling out her phone, she texts to Cecil: [u r gettin ll this y/n? ] The roll to notice Taskmaster's bug is a Solo d10 + Trained by Youtube d8 + Covert Expert d8 = 5 with a d8 effect, no opportunities.
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Taskmaster Taskmaster shakes his head. "I don't mind you keeping it a secret. I would, too. But then, I'm not a company man, either. Honestly, the pay's better if you go it alone...at least once you have the skills. Tell you what." He pulls out a business card and writes a bar's address down on the back. He flicks it over to the woman. "Meet me here for a drink. My treat. You can tell me about this job, I'll give you some pointers on going it alone and...ah, what the hell, a discount on my school. You seem like you've got a good head on your shoulders when you're not, you know..." He gestures at the machine gun. "...doing stupid poo poo. Just need some good tactical training, probably training in how to better pick your fights...but this is all, you know, if you want to go it solo. You stick with the company, there's not a lot I can do besides...well, give you better survival skills." He nods, then pauses as he listens to his bug. Gwen Poole? Really? Well, at least she didn't say 'Wilson', even if he'd bet money the name is fake anyway. Shouldn't be too hard to look her up anyway, since...well, it sounds like she might be onto the bug.
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Dr. Jeffery Andrew Millman PP:2 XP:0 H.E.S. intercedes on the woman's behalf, shielding her from the crowd. As they break up and some start to flee, he looks at the strange woman, "Whatever do you mean? Do not go after them, if they are fleeing, then let them go. Law enforcement should be here..." He is unable to finish as the woman just vanishes from sight. The giant form of H.E.S. shrugs, and stands in position by this Mr. Fletcher. He was more than glad to save this woman's life, but if she was going to go off chasing those hoodlums down, then she only had herself to blame for whatever happened next. The good scientist is waiting for the cops if the crowd has pretty much died down.
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Meanwhile, on the streets... V107-A Rioters seek to escape (d6 doom die boost): 4d8+1d6 15 effect d8, 1 opportunity. That turns the d10 emotional stress to d8 emotional trauma, more than enough to diffuse the mob. The last 2d8 are added to the doom die. As the words reverberate through the link, you fell the bonds snap. Like the strings of a puppet, the crowd seems to fall to its knees, before entering various positions of disarray. It appears as if it would be possible to lower one's self without reaction into the heart of the crowd - it is strange, almost. After so many minutes as one, despite the fighting, it is interesting to be alone again... Gambit, Jubilee With 14 to 13, Jubilee can keep up with Gambit. It's good to see Jubilee keep pace - for better or worse, it's almost like the team was back together. As you run together, you eventually come to an interesting scene - with most of the crowd knocked out, the woman whom they were after earlier looking on at them, seemingly unharmed. But there's no further signs of a conflict on the rioters either... H.E.S You notice a couple of things - for one, Mr Fletcher isn't breathing, Another, his hands are currently over his chest, and the third is that his skin is still relatively coloured. This is not a good sign. You overhear someone next to him on the phone, seeming to call the police - through the confusion and blubbering, it appears In the distance, a woman can be spotted with a sprained ankle. Confused and distraught. "Is anyone here a doctor?!" Ferrus Manus It appears as if the unifying force has been broken - throughout the crowd, people wake up confused and distraught. A couple remember your time within the link and shy away, but mostly they look around at the metal scrap and relatively small damage with confusion. You notice the agents in a nearby van drive off in response to a call from someone else. Just what was supposed to go down today? Meanwhile, by the Van... GwenPool As the van drives, the few in the back finally take a chance to relax and actually eat some of the pizza. Within the front, codename Sam drives up towards the side of the gallery. You notice a broken window, and from the window appears the Iron Hornet with a couple of folks. "Currently this is M.O.D.O.K's crew but I don't recognize the last two names - I take it they were before my time? I do have to ask, though - why are you letting us go?" [Whats your plan?] is the reply Cecil texts back. Meanwhile, in the Gallery... Taskmaster: Taskmaster, I'll need a reaction roll for you having hidden the bug - if you win, she doesn't find it until later, otherwise she finds it. "That's... awful kind of yer. Yeah, yeah." She takes the card, taking a second to rub her eyes underneath the visor before grabbing the card. "Does this time next week work for yer? I'm kinda booked for this week - well, if I don't get jailed an' all." She asks as she grabs her comrades, looking to the van below the window they entered from. "Well uh, heheh, gotta run?" Doom dice: 4d8+3d6 Scene distinctions:
Timer 1: Fletcher timer >d6 (3 ticks remaining) Timer 2: Police arrival >d8 (2 ticks remaining) Everyone, what do you do?
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PP: 2 | XP: 2 "Well, you guys are always getting written by so many... I mean there are always splinter cells and rogue factions and metal gears and stuff. It's hard to keep track.", Gwenpool replies. "Let you go? Well, I mean, you're foiled, aren't you? There'll be more of you anyway. Except for Sam! He's Sam now." She points to Sam as if, previously, he had not been. Nodding to herself firmly, she then looks back to her phone, texting back with one thumb. [ um, plan? ] That's to be expected at this point, really.
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Jun 4, 2016 02:04
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Taskmaster PP: 3, XP: 1 First up, my roll: D10 asset from my original planting, d4 and a PP from Top-Rank Mercenary since Gwen's read my poo poo and knows what I use, Covert Master d10. 5 and a d4 effect die, plus an opportunity. Gwen finds that bug. Taskmaster tosses off a casual, two-finger salute. "No problem. Like I said, you seem smart, just...doing stupid poo poo. Talk to you later." Step one, now: get out, deliver the package. Step two: Make contact with...'Gwen Poole.' With luck she'll be like Wade and dumb enough to be in the phonebook.
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Jun 4, 2016 03:44
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Ferrus Manus PP: 0, XP: 2? (I've used it to copy some physical stats, and Viola's Telepathy, I think that's two on 'Always Read to Learn') That's one thing gone, the text can wait it's probably from Cage or something. Dell heads over to H.E.S. "Afternoon Doctor, good speech you did" he said nodding at him, and kneels down next to the Mr Fletcher. "Give him a little space please" He said to the man on the phone, "I'll see what I can do." Right, right, basic CPR, they taught that in his former workplace at least. Go through the motions, find out what is wrong with Mr Fletcher. He looked around to see if no one was watching, he didn't mind an audience so much but well he felt a bit better if no one saw. He took off the gloves and revealed the shiny metallic flesh beneath, and went through the motions of emergency aid. Dell's gonna administer some Medical aid to Mr Fletcher, to at least find out what is currently wrong with him, probably administer some CPR. H.E.S is right there so I think I can use my Buddy Dice d8, with Multi-disciplined Expert d8 and Medical Expert d8 for a pool of 3d8 total. 3d8 = (5, 2, 5) Hmmm, not bad, that's a total of 10 and a d8 effect dice
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Jun 5, 2016 13:21
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Looking right behind him, Gambit saw that Jubilee was close behind. Kid clearly had been working out or something. He pointed down to the mysterious woman and put a finger to his lips as he watched from a nearby rooftop.
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Jun 7, 2016 02:06
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Dr. Jeffery Andrew Millman PP:2 XP:0 The man had no pulse, this wasn't good at all. Jeffery presses a button and soon the H.E.S. opens up around him, letting him out; the work he was bout to do would be too delicate for the H.E.S. He kneels down next to the man and checks his vitals again. He wanted to make a mcCoy like joke, "I'm an engineer, not an M.D.!" but decides not to. Instead he tries his best at C.P.R. Okay, dice pool is 1d10 solo, 1d8 for "I do my best work alone" and 1d10 for science master. CPR: 2d10+1d8 18 That's 14 with a d10 effect die.
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XP: 1 (I assume seeing as I did make that emotional appeal early on. And forgot about it.) PP: 1 Stress: Physical d6 Whew... Crisis averted, and with only minor damages! Wait...damages...[Viewing objective list..."Protect Mr Fletcher."] A "gasp" escapes her as she heads back to his side, alongside the doctor. Scans show no breathing, and dropping vital signs. This is bad. But not as bad as the fact that her Empathy Drive needed a reboot, lest horrible things happen should she try to help. She takes a moment and slumps over, beginning the reboot process. I'd like to take a recovery action to clear out my Hivemind complication. [Restarting OS in 3...2...1............] Her body goes limp and looks not unlike a depowered animatronic. [Main Power restored. System check initiated. V107-A Empathic Droid Shell v0.8.4.2. Main CPU: Online. Targeting system: Online. Scanning systems: Online. Threat Detection Suite: Online. Empathy Drive: Online. All systems nominal. Opening photo receptors and accepting input in 3...2...1....] And just like that, color returns to her eyes and her body snaps back into position. Time to check on Mr Fletcher.
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Jubilee nods, staying quiet. At some point she'll have to corner him and ask how he's been, and what he's been up to that won't make her an accessory for hearing about.
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Meanwhile, with Mr. Fletcher... Ferrus Manus and H.E.S. Doom die against prevention (reduced die used due to ????): 2d8+1d6 9 effect d8.Therefore, the fletcher timer steps back to d4. CPR - Assisted, doom die reduced by ?!: 2d8+1d6 9 effect d8, + oppurtunityA crit success! That clears the timer entirely. Between the two of you, the blockage seems to be sorted and the old man breathes life once more. Though he slow to realign himself with reality, when he does he shares symptoms with the others - uncertainty, obliviousness, and a distinct feeling that he's forgotten something important... "W-where am I?" Viola As your system reboots, you find yourself reaching a digital calm, as a sea of binary washes over your empathy drive. Once reset to neutral, you notice the memories of what happened organize themselves into a subfolder-which turns into an executable? What? It's icon takes the form of a smile... Perhaps this can be investigated later. It appears your client is back up on his feet - or at least alive - thanks to the help of the suit wearer and the gentleman from earlier. Gambit and Jubilee: Taking point above the chaos, you can observe whatever the others do and react accordingly. While you're perched, you also find an old cassette player which can fit the tape you stole from Miss Joint. Meanwhile, at the gallery... Gwenpool Hold on... There's a bug! If it was one of those spider-tracers Peter uses, it would be easier to identify. As is isn't, you're not too sure, but you may have suspicions. As the bug is discovered, Sam stops outside the gallery and calls up. "Just below!" [Bug them, sell info? Play it cool? Try and break the van? ur call] comes the reply. Taskmaster Offering a short courtesy, the AIM Hornet takes the two out of it agents and flies the group into the van waiting below, leaving behind a few small scorch marks. Perhaps it was a good thing the client was filling out paperwork for a delivery, rather than seeing this. The cost for the academy wouldn't be pretty, however. But, perhaps that's for another time - mission accomplished, now for deliverance. And then, if everything went to plan, pay. Returning to Gwenpool Once inside the van, the group closes the doors behinds them and begins to settle back down. As they take seats, the Hornet gives Sam an odd look "How come she's ridin' with us?" "Veteran AIM, we're giving her a ride. Knew a bunch of old directors before MODOK, you know?" "Are you sure? She looks kinda green-" "And she handed our asses to us, let it go." An awkward silence fills the car before the engine starts. [Anything you need me do on my end?] Doom dice: 4d8+3d6 Scene distinctions:
Police Arrival timer > d10 (1 tick remaining - unless there's anything major people want to do, I'll be fine with ending the scene after this tick and moving to the transition scenes.) Everyone, what do you do?
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Ferrus Manus PP: 0, XP: 2 The scene was clear all problems were dealt with and there were no more visible threats. He could hear sirens in the distance however and decided that, maybe he didn't want attention from the police right at this moment. They might ask questions he couldn't answer He nodded to Doctor Millman, "Thank you for helping me with this doctor." He got up and dusted himself off, retrieved his groceries that amazingly weren't stolen in the intervening drama. And then he ran like buggery. Leaving the scene, do I have to roll at all?
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XP: 1 PP: 1 Stress: Physical d6 The world regains its color, and with it, clarity. Clarity to be aware of her client suddenly breathing again. She approaches his side almost immediately. "Mister Fletcher. How glad I am that you're alright. We have much to discuss, although I understand if you require rest." She looks back over at the man's savior. "Doctor, I cannot thank you enough for your work. I apologize for hijacking your presentation equipment, but it was necessary to divert the crowd's attention." Police sirens from afar begin entering her audio sensor range. Evidently there'd be a lot of questions needing answers, but she'd rather not get involved in that at the moment. Not when she's got a VIP. "It would seem our time alone here is short. If you require transportation, Mister Fletcher, I can provide it." She offers a hand and a smile to her client. If he knows of her, then he'd know of her capabilities. If not, it'll simply be a pleasant surprise that they're no longer around when things get heated.
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PP: 2 | XP: 2 [ i was going to see who their boss and secret hideout was, but modok lol nope ] "You can just drop me off at the Daily Pla- er. I mean. Um. Bugle. And good luck with the ruthless terrorism and trying to take over the world!", she says, scratching her back and pulling out the bug surreptitiously, peeking at it before just folding it into her hand. "And yeah, I totally remember Lyle Getz before he got MODOK'd. Did you know MODOK used to have a C in it, for Computing? But he didn't like being labelled, and well. Pro experiment there." "But yeah, just let me out partway and I'll go see the DB. Thanks, guys!" [ yeah, got a mission for you ] [ a serious mission only you can handle ] [ find out why jonah named his paper after a corn snack ]
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