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 Freak: +2 | Danger: +3 | Trouble: -2 | Superior: +0 | Menace: +0 Curses! 4/5 | Infamy! 2 | Conditions: Angry | Location: The Louvre Immediately, Naomi came to a halt mid-air. If Liberty Belle was here, then Uncle Sam wouldn't be far behind. And that meant... Expatriot. There was no time for some mere bauble, no time to further her own ends. This was more important. If he wanted to butt heads with Betsy, he'd have to go through her first. She'd need to make good time, though, and that would require red-lining her drive again. Risky, but not as risky as leaving that situation alone any longer. It was done with but a thought. The low purr of the gravity drive transformed into a loud roar as she split the air with her passage. There was no time for subtlety. Not anymore. Soon enough, she found them. Expatriot was already looking rough, her arms limp at her sides. And Sam... Sam was looking elsewhere. Seemingly at nothing. A fatal mistake, one that Breaking Point was surprised he would make. The thrusters on her arms roared to life, sending her spiraling forward towards his back. He was faster to react than she expected, sliding out of the way at the last second. Breaking Point's other hand reshaped itself into a drill and stabbed towards the patriotic hero. The man danced out of the way again. Breaking Point couldn't imagine what it was like for Expatriot. Seeing the man who had cost her so much in front of her. If it was one of the men from Variable Reduction... If she was in Expatriot's situation... Her voice, distorted with rage, echoed through the room, "Stay away from MY FRIEND!" Marking Angry from Dehumanize Yourself And Face To Bloodshed. Before he could strike back, she jetted backwards and a number of panels slid back along her arms. Her face shifted into a feral grin as countless missiles scattered forth into the hall and spiraled towards Sam. With BP-X acting as her onboard munitions factory in the depths of her chassis, she could afford to be a little more liberal with these matters. Quantity and quality, a perfect pair. He was slippery, but could he evade hundreds of missiles? And, of course, what assault would be complete without... "This is it! BREAKER CANNON, FIRE!" Breaking Point's mouth opened impossibly widely as energy visibly coalesced into a crackling yellow mass inside it, then it was expelled as an intensely destructive beam. The beam scythed through the air, cutting a deep furrow into the floor and walls as she followed Sam's movements. quote:10:27 AM <Tricky> BP is going to follow-up with a mighty sucker punch! And possibly a drill arm. And maybe some missiles. You know. Just to be sure. (Direct Engage)
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 Freak: +1 | Curses!: 0/5 | Conditions: Afraid | Location: The Louvre How long had it been since someone had gotten the drop on her? Between her heightened senses, enhanced reflexes, and combat training it didn’t happen often. As the sharp jab of a knife hand compressed her ribs, she wondered if maybe she’d gotten complacent somewhere along the way. She staggered back, forcing herself to breathe, though the clatter of steel on polished stone told her the knife had slipped from her fingers. “You must be getting senile, old man.” She growled back, summoning up the same stubborn pride she’d inherited from her predecessor, “I don’t answer to you anymore.” She was happy for the rigid impassiveness of her mask, trying to ignore the creeping drop of sweat crawling down the back of her neck. Her arms were numb and unresponsive … she tried to draw up a guard position but the only thing she could manage was getting the tips of her fingers to curl into a uselessly loose fist. It wasn’t just a nerve strike, her regeneration usually let her shrug off those quickly enough … this was some of that metaphysical hoopla he’d picked up in the seventies. Even in top shape and armed, fighting her father was an uphill battle. Down to just her legs … well, it wasn’t going to be the reunion battle she’d fantasized about, that much was sure. Admittedly, Whisperwind literally riding to her rescue was the sort of thing she’d never have imagined. She saw her old mentor’s head turn towards the sound of the sound of roaring engines and rubber squealing as tires scrambled to grip the polished floor, his body tensing to move. Expatriot growled a command code into her mask, her right arm swaying slightly as the bracer hidden under her jacket sleeve began to unfold and expand, a heavy metallic gauntlet encasing her fist … the weapon of last resort, the trophy she’d taken after the train job, the armored slab covering her forearm having been smoothed down and adorned with the broken star emblem on her jacket as red and white bands strapped it tightly into place. It was heavy, and her fingers barely moved under it … but there was one trick she’d worked out that might do the trick. Then Breaking Point burst onto the scene. Violent force wasn’t enough to catch Sam, Expatriot knew that, even with rockets involved. From the moment her shoulders moved, he’s know where the punch was leaning and there was far too much weight behind those blows to redirect them … apparently Naomi realized that as well as she vectored back and opened up her missile bays. …Phantom Thief is going to be pissed…, she dimly considered, but her feet were finally moving again. She’d seen Sinclaire Industrial’s micro-missile tracking algorithm enough times to be fairly confident how this barrage was going to play out, and Sam was the one who’d taught her how to avoid missiles and automatic fire, you didn’t have time to think, you just had to evaluate and move all at once. Which meant his eyes weren’t on her, and she knew where he was going to be. She crossed behind Naomi, feeling the wash of her gravity drive tousle her hair as the missiles started curving after Sam’s twisting leaps and bounds. The old man always had favored dodging to the left. Explosions as micromunitions slammed into the walls and floor sent scattered stone shrapnel flying across the hall, and Expat vaulted a statue to get into position. Finally, she was in position, the armored gauntlet hanging low and propped against her knee to position the palm upwards. “Open Gate.” She spoke the command into her mask, the need to depriving her the chance of spouting a pithy one-liner. Flexing her fingers as far as they would go, a tiny black pin-prick floated off of the palm of the gauntlet, violet vortices swirling around it. The tiny singularity reached out, clawing at everything around her, snatching her father out of the air where he’d rebounded off the wall to try and get above the sweeping energy beam and beyond the swarming missiles, abruptly jerking him sideways. The missiles had more propulsion to fight the gravitational pull, but significantly less and so they were drawn in as well. 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Her cheek pressed against the stone, she muttered something French under her breath. “<Section 7-3, close emergency shutter, authorization Rembrant-Zero-Two>” there was a metal clank of a lock releasing as the shutter rolled down to close off the exhibit her father was half-in from the main hall. It wasn’t heavy enough to crush him, she wouldn’t have triggered it if it was, but it should keep him pinned there long enough for them to make their escape. [13:52] <JusticeGrieves> Expat attempts to Exploit her old man's Weakness, wagering the Gravity Gauntlet along the way [13:53] <JusticeGrieves> !r 2d6+1 [13:53] <Krysmbot> JusticeGrieves, 8+1 = 9 Add +1 from the Condition caused by BP to bring that to a 10, Sam can take one choice from the Exploit Weakness move list.
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 Fre: +0 | Dan: +2 | Tro: +1 | Sup: -2 | Men: +2 Curses! 3/5 | Conditions: Angry | Infamy: 2 Netherwrath kinda wanted to see if she could take Uncle Sam in an up close brawl, but she had an objective of her own to fulfil now that Expat and the others had their hands full. She jogged off towards Room 6 - she still had the PVC pipe on her back and needed to offload it before they made her getaway. As she arrived in she saw someone had already replaced the Mona Lisa with a crude facsimile of Whisperwind. Fun, but she had bigger fish to fry. She casually knocked it off its perch, then showing far more care, gingerly opened up her length of pipe and unrolled a small painting. Moving quickly, so as to not tarnish it, she pulled out a staple gun, and with four *chunks* attached it to the wall where the Mona Lisa had hung. She took a step back to admire her work, but between the paint splotches and the rave-style lights, it was impossible to see much of anything. Frowning, she looked over at the far wall, which according to her vague remembrance of the floor plans led to the outside. Perfect. Netherwrath strode over, and without any apparent effort, punched a massive hole in the side of the wall, letting daylight shine down on her masterwork, a years-old watercolour she'd done of one of her buddies for art class. It was...well, generously speaking, it was unmistakably the work of an amateur teenager with a bit of talent and not a lot of training. But to Netherwrath, it was probably the last thing she'd put effort into that wasn't some level of incredibly illegal, and she wanted it plastered all over the headlines for the next week. Of course, knocking down a wall meant she got a good look at what forces of good were assembling. It was a small army of police, backed up by a few colourfully dressed superheroes. As she took off for the car, Netherwrath was satisfied that they'd drawn a suitably heavy response from authorities - how else would you know they respected you? Before she could get too smug, though she made a connection between a robed figure she'd seen on BRANCH's briefing documents, Atlantes, the wizard of the Pyrenees. She hadn't bothered to read his actual file, but wizards tended to have vague ill-defined powers that were a pain to fight. She commed Whisperwind. "Just a head's up, it looks like they've got a wizard on site. Dunno if he can stop or track your car, but that might come up when we leave." Then, she pulled out a burner phone and texted <go tiem> to a preprogrammed number. On the receiving end were two small-time crooks in a rented chopper with briefcases full of American dollars, hovering above the scene and blending in with the news choppers. 99% of the time, you couldn't trust a bunch of petty crooks with a massive quantity of unmarked, non-sequential bills, but Netherwrath had been very clear about what she'd do to people who stole from her, so when the text came in, they started dumping bills into the milling crowds on scene. There was a bit of chaos, but probably not enough to distract any serious pursuers.... [17:56] Green_Bean snatching victory, wagering my pile of cash [17:57] Green_Bean .roll 2d6+1 [17:57] Platonibot Green_Bean: 6 (2d6+1=2, 3)
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Anarchy.Exe Ahahahaha! Liberty Belle is attacking Uncle Sam! That's hilarious. You should make a video of it. Breaking Point For just a second, you've seen his real feelings. As he dodged and weaved, for that one second, you've seen a look of terror on his face. His movements are getting slower, and he's having more and more trouble not getting hit by your missiles every single time. None of them connect, but he's clearly winded... And that's when Liberty Belle attacks him. ... Wait, what? Ex-Patriot Of all the people you'd expect to come distract Uncle Sam from you... you'd never have expected Liberty Belle. "I have seen through your tricks, Whisperwind!" she yells at Uncle Sam as she punches him in the back. Huh... Must be one of Whisperwinds suggestion. As much as you want to laugh at the scene, this is the perfect opportunity to bail. Phantom Thief Come on! First Anarchy, and now freaking BP is joining in on destroying your cultural heritage. Granted, Breaking Point has a very, very good reason for it, unlike Anarchy, but jeez. Netherwrath Well, time to bail. Are you going to use Mongo, or hitch a ride in Whisperwinds car? Or did you have something else in mind? Whisperwind Everyone's back together, and it's time to bail! There's no time to lose, not with Uncle Sam looming overhead. Even your tricks are unlikely to hold him that long. The man just has too much experience. ... That's actually really annoying, isn't it? He just isn't falling for your magic! Everyone You make good headway escaping before suddenly you here an old man speak. "[Dimensional Lock]"! It's Atlantes, the wizard Netherwrath spoke off. "You aren't getting away from me!" He smugly exclaims, floating above you. Well, time to prove him wrong! Yami Fenrir fucked around with this message at 20:06 on Feb 3, 2017 |
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Freak: +1 | Danger: -1 | Trouble: +1 | Superior: 0 | Menace: +2 Curses!: 3/5 | Infamy: 1 | Conditions: Insecure, Afraid | Location: Louvre of le DOOM Whisperwind cast Anarchy a leering sort of side-eye as he careened through The Louvre picking up the team. They had to scram sooner rather than later, since those gifted with excessive amounts of will were far less affected by his powers than the feeble minded. And if there was something Sam had in spades, it was pure, unadulterated grit. No way would he tango with that guy. "Haha." "That's a funny joke, honey." "I drive you all across Europe in my car, ferry you from place that you want to visit to place that you want to visit, even though that barely leaves me any time to do this one thing I need to do in Europe that's actually important." The tires screeched as Whisperwind turned a corner. "But even then I go out of my way to make a thing for you just so we could spend some time together." Flickerwisp was accelerated to completely unsafe speeds through a long stretch of corridor. "Got to say. You asking me to rob my cool and good pal Pee-Tee even after all that as if it's you who's been snubbed through all this was a pretty good punchline." "Ha", There was a bitter sort of hue to Whisperwind's usually mocking laugh "ha." quote:Theantero: WW Rebukes Anarchy (-2 for Afraid but +1 for Influence) Curse your thoughtlessness Anarchy! You were meant to feel bad but instead WW just comes off as kinda whiny. Theantero fucked around with this message at 23:11 on Feb 3, 2017 |
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Fre: +0 | Dan: +2 | Tro: +1 | Sup: -2 | Men: +2 Curses! 3/5 | Conditions: Angry | Infamy: 2 Netherwrath sprinted down the halls of the Louvre, sacrificing that cool 'unstoppable juggernaut' pace she liked for pure speed. After all, it was hard to maintain your brand from behind bars in international super-prison. Mongo would be really helpful around now, but she didn't want to risk the poor guy running the hero blockade surrounding the museum unless Whisperwind's escape route went tits up. Which still could happen. She slid around the corner to see BP's thrusters starting up, and the back of that robed schmuck from outside. She had no idea if he could stop their escape plan, but if some squishy wizard wants to make his stand directly in-between two of the top 50 heaviest hitters in the world (obviously, BP was somewhere in the 40-50 range, while Netherwrath herself was top 10), she couldn't not oblige him. She met BP's eyes, and then leapt into the air. As the rocket punch sent the wizard flying, Netherwrath met him in mid-air with two fists intertwined for a maximum power overhand blow. "Non-Rocket....PUNNNNCH!" Then she spiked the wizard into the ground like a volleyball. [17:24] Green_Bean Directly Engage Atlantes [17:24] Green_Bean !r 2d6+2 [17:24] Krysmbot Green_Bean, 7+2 = 9 As per IRC, it's boosted to a 10 because it help the Boss. Netherwrath will resist blows and create an opportunity for her allies. Netherwrath also spends 1 Plan to boost Breaking Point's Engage up to 10.
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Freak: +1 | Danger: -2 | Trouble: 0 | Superior: +2 | Menace: +2 Curses!: 5/5 | Infamy: 2 | Conditions: | Location: The Car Cards: 3 Anarchy narrows her eyes and smiles. But there's something wrong with her grin this time. She's not smiling, as she usually does, like a mad genius wrapped up in her own grandeur. This time, it almost seems more like... a predator bearing their fangs. "Did you just say..." Her eyes narrow a little bit more. Her smile grows a little bit more dangerous. "The one thing in Europe that's... 'Actually Important'..?" And then something in Anarchy cracks. Her face just instantly cracks into a look of pure outrage. Her mouth twists into a messed-up snarl almost as big as her biggest grins, and her eyes widen and focus on Whisper like he's prey. And her pupils even dilate, like her body has started pumping some new, experimental form of anger into her bloodstream. She does not. look. happy. "Oh, WHAT?! Am I not IMPORTANT?! Is NOTHING I CARE ABOUT IMPORTANT?!" She turns so that she's sitting sideways in the front passenger seat, directly facing Whisper. Not exactly the safest way to sit in a car, but it allows her to focus her look of anger at him even more. "I GUESS I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT MY ART THEN! When I want to do something it's SNUBBING you, but when YOU want to do something it's THE ONLY IMPORTANT THING IN EUROPE?! HUH?!" Anarchy pulls her legs up and starts kicking and pushing Whisperwind around with her feet. Also not the safest thing to do in a car. "The TRUTH! comes OUT! Now we know how you REALLY feel!" Anarchy takes advantage of her Influence on Whisperwind to inflict a condition upon him. I'll say it's either Angry or Paranoid. Your choice exactly how you want to take it, Theantero. Anarchy loses her influence on him. Takanago fucked around with this message at 01:06 on Feb 4, 2017 |
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Freak: +1 | Curses!: 0/5 | Conditions: Afraid | Location: The Teleporting Getaway Car Expatriot grunted as the car swerved hard in response to the lover’s quarrel in the front of the car, her face smashing against the back of the seat. Lacking the functional use of her arms meant she hadn’t been able to use a seatbelt, not that the Flickwisp had much of a back seat to start with. “Please God,” she muttered under her breath, “Don’t let me die in friggin’ France.” She dug one knee into the back of Anarchy.exe’s seat and pushed against the floor of the car with her other foot, trying to wedge herself uncomfortably in place, gritting her teeth against a car wreck she was sure was imminent. Justice Grieves fucked around with this message at 18:27 on Feb 9, 2017 |
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Freak: +1 | Danger: -1 | Trouble: +1 | Superior: 0 | Menace: +2 Curses!: 4/5 | Infamy: 1 | Conditions: Insecure, Afraid, Angry | Location: Louvre of le DOOM "What?" For once, Whisperwind seemed genuinely flabbergasted. "No- that's obviously not what I meant with 'important'. I meant 'important' as in work stuff that I needed to get done." "Like you know I'm a spellsinger, right? What, you think I don't want to have a cool and good time in music festivals with my gi-" Whisperwind's eyes flickered as his hood ate boot, "stop kicking me while I'm trying to drive you crazy..." Whisperwind's voice faded into a sort of inaudible hiss. Apparently this is what happens when he tries to raise his voice. Marking Angry due to Anarchy's thing This lasts for a while as WW continues to get pelted by a furious avalanche of punches and kicks. "..." "You realize I can't see where we're going because of you, right?" "..." "Haha." quote:Theantero: I guess we should Abscond. WW! Abscond with the team in your COOL CAR while being Angry because your GF is being unreasonable and also kicking you while you're trying to drive Curse the self-destructive insanity of my girlfriend!
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Freak: +2 | Danger: +3 | Trouble: -2 | Superior: +0 | Menace: +0 Curses! 4/5 | Infamy! 2 | Conditions: Angry | Location: The Louvre The impact of the boulder against the reinforced cranial armor was little more than a minor annoyance. The more pressing issue was the ongoing argument in the seats in front of her. Naomi's anger against Anarchy had largely cooled over the course of the mission, but it was most frustrating that they were choosing to have it out now. In the middle of their escape. In front of her. Her teeth ground together, sparks flying, as she tried not to butt in. It wasn't any of her business. It wasn't her problem. A particularly vicious kick from Anarchy caused the car to swerve, narrowly missing a pillar in the... wherever they were. GPS hadn't gotten a fix yet. That was it! These idiots were going to get them all killed! quote:11:54 AM <Tricky> BP takes a powerful blow! Her head swiveled fully around and stared blankly at Whisperwind and Anarchy. In a carefully flat voice she suggested, "It seems you have much to discuss. Perhaps you can stop the goddamn magic car and figure your poo poo out before you get us killed. Other than me, of course, and Netherwrath. I'll destroy this wizard in the mean time. You in, 'Wrath?" quote:1:16 PM <Tricky> I kind of want to do a foolhardy provoke as my Powerful Blow option. Maybe tell Anarchy to just kill the car until they can figure their poo poo out? :v Without waiting for an answer, Naomi engaged her gravity drive and watched as the car sped away as she rose into the air. Hopefully they wouldn't be fighting by the time they got back to the safehouse. It was so frustrating to have it all shoved in her face like that. Her sensors indicated that the wizard had clambered back to his feet. Excellent. He may be an old man, but she wasn't above causing him some grievous bodily harm to calm down. She scanned through her list of armaments. The missiles were still restocking, naturally, and wouldn't be quite as viscerally satisfying in any case. It seemed that fisticuffs were the natural solution. Plus it might drown out any attempts at romantic reconciliation in the background. The thrusters on her fists engaged as she cut through the air toward the increasingly beleaguered wizard. Breaking Point hissed, "You have some interesting spells, old man. I have a few of my own." Her fist snatched the man from the ground and held him over her head. The large rod of her pneumatic driver pulled back and, with a shockingly loud report, slammed home into his torso. It seemed he had some protective magics in place, as he didn't immediately explode into a cloud of blood and gore. How long could his defenses last? She intended to find out. With a dismissive sniff, she tossed him to the ground, "I'm disappointed." quote:1:49 PM <Tricky> BP is also going to punch the old man again, because that's her thing now.
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Freak: +1 | Danger: -2 | Trouble: 0 | Superior: +2 | Menace: +2 Curses!: 0/5 | Infamy: 2 | Conditions: | Location: The Car "Oh, I'm SORRY!" Anarchy exclaims sarcastically, without a hint of genuine sorriness in her voice. "I guess you never TOLD ME! Maybe I should have READ YOUR MIND!" She rolls her eyes pretty dang hard, crosses her arms, and keeps kicking. "Oh, and what'd you say? 'You crazy whaaat...?'" When Whisperwind's whisper just breaks into a weird hiss, Anarchy leans in and tilts her head to try to listen better. But then after a bit she starts to grin again like something's really funny and bursts out laughing. "Pfffft-ha ha ha ha ha! Is this what you like when you're actually mad? Wow, it's actually kind of cute!"
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Freak: +1 | Danger: -1 | Trouble: +1 | Superior: 0 | Menace: +2 Curses!: 4/5 | Infamy: 1 | Conditions: Insecure, Afraid, Angry | Location: Louvre of le DOOM "Haha." "Yeah Manhands, that sounds like a super great idea. Stopping our getaway vehicle when actively chased." "I'd give you my screwdriver to fix that loose bolt in your mecha brain but alas I already gave it away to someone in need." "Haha." Marking Doubting due to not complying with the Provoke. Immediately clearing it due to succeeding on my Known Unknown roll. His brief interlude over, Whisperwind turned back to her girlfriend. "Not as cute as you though~" He changed his illusionary expression to a kissy face for just a second before turning it back, "But yes there are actual things I need to get done in Europe even if it means we can't be together literally all the time. We can do that afterwards." "Unless of course you don't stop kicking me in which case I'll legit throw you out to the cops. That might get in the way of us having a good time." "Haha." Despite his laugh, it didn't seem like Whisperwind was bluffing in this particular instance. quote:Theantero: WW, Known Unknown BP! I use my hit to Clear a Condition.
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Freak: +1 | Curses!: 1/5 | Conditions: Afraid | Location: The Teleporting Getaway Car Expatriot swayed slightly in the back seat as the runoff from Breaking Point’s sudden evacuation rocked the car. She took steady breaths, trying to work feeling back into her hands by trying to clench and unclench her fists, harder to manage than you might think when you couldn’t actually feel your hands. She was trying to work out exactly when she could stop being a useless lump and start contributing to this getaway again. Annoying as it was to admit, Whisperwind might have had a point earlier. She was indulging her physical abilities recklessly lately. She hadn’t been picking the jobs so far because she was dangerous, compared to the likes of Breaking Point and Netherwind she was barely on the news’s radar as a threat after all. No, her value was from her planning, her ability to gather and sift through data rapidly to glean the important bits. Still, with her relegated to voice commands, she wasn’t working at her fastest either. “TacVisor: activate GPS, traffic, police band.” She growled, her vision of the interior of the vehicle blanking out just as Anarchy planted her canvas sneaker directly through the shadowy mask under her boyfriend’s hood. Tense seconds ticked down as her mask looked for an appropriate satellite connection, terse French words reporting in her ears. She could almost be grateful for the hypnotically induced education she’d received while being grown under her creator’s care, being fluent in thirteen languages was a handy talent whether you were moonlighting as a mercenary or a globe-trotting superhero. [15:28] <JusticeGrieves> Expat tries to Assess a lousy Situation [15:28] <JusticeGrieves> !r 2d6+0 [15:28] <Krysmbot> JusticeGrieves, 7+0 = 7 How could we best end this quickly? “Would you two can it!?” she growled, “I can barely make out the interceptor positions over your drat Honeymooners impression!” [15:29] <JusticeGrieves> And then shouts at Whisperwind, because it comes naturally [15:29] <JusticeGrieves> !r 2d6+0 [15:29] <Krysmbot> JusticeGrieves, 5+0 = 5 Curse my inability to physically intercede here
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Fre: +0 | Dan: +2 | Tro: +1 | Sup: -2 | Men: +2 Curses! 4/5 | Conditions: Angry | Infamy: 2 Netherwrath ran forward as Atlantes fell to the ground, winding up to really put the boot in. But as her foot is about to connect with him, the room around her blurred and shifted as BP's attack broke the illusion Netherwrath's senses had been clouded with. As it turned out, she wasn't standing next to the old wizard; she was actually right next to the driver's side of the Flickerwisp. And also about to put a super-strength propelled combat boot through the side of Whisperwind's head. Or worse, the car! [15:31] Green_Bean Netherwrath directly engages wizard-man! [15:32] Green_Bean .roll 2d6+2 [15:32] Platonibot Green_Bean: 5 (2d6+2=2, 1)
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Freak: +1 | Danger: -1 | Trouble: +1 | Superior: 0 | Menace: +2 Curses!: 4/5 | Infamy: 1 | Conditions: Insecure, Afraid, Angry | Location: Louvre of le DOOM "Haha." "That's some nice chatter there Expat, but maybe wait until you get some feeling back into your limp noodles before trying to strong-arm me into doing jack poo poo?" "Seriously tho-" Whisperwind whipped his head to the side in what you surmise is clear alarm. What follows is a nauseating set of quick teleports and drifts as Whisperwind moves his car first to avoid the flying Netherwrath, and then to intercept her. And to give credit to his driving skills, he does manage to pick the girl up, now laying on the backseat on the laps of Expatriot and Phantom Thief. "Haha." "Nice going Nethers", his tone was almost casual, "Watch out for illusions next time though." He turned to face the back seat, his face flickering. "I suppose I have to pay you too, huh? Well, I got some pretty sweet haul this time around, so I can probably wrench a magic item or two from my contacts. If you've got something particular in mind you'd like feel free to tell me." quote:Theantero: Unleashing to SAVE Nethers (also myself and my ride but clearly my good pal is more important) (+1 for having Influence on Netherwrath) Flickerwisp lives 
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Everyone With Breaking Points last attack, the wizard gets knocked out, as his protective barrier gives in and he takes the full force of her punch. With the other heroes lagging too far behind, you've won! Caper over! Everyone, do your end of issue rolls! If you make it into the news, write up a nice little newspaper article about your exploits! Feel free to have a chat with the other characters too, before the next issue starts - you'll be back in New Genesis at that point. Whisperwind Ouch! Due to a combination of a particularily hard kick from Anarchy, and you having to lean into it due to being the driver, she just kicked you in the head pretty drat hard. Take a powerful blow. Netherwrath Ugh. Freaking Illusions. maybe you should step back, relax, and let BP do it. She's probably got techno-wazzits to see through illusions, and it isn't worth breaking WW's car. Mark Doubting. Ex-Patriot Fucks sake, can either of these two just start being professional? Any time now?! Mark Angry. Breaking Point (later that day) BP-X informs you of being able to access some alien tech -- oh, it's the weird glowing crate you picked up at the mansion. It might be able to disarm and open it?
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Freak: +2 | Danger: +3 | Trouble: -2 | Superior: -1 | Menace: +1 Curses! 4/5 | Infamy! 1 | Conditions: Angry | Location: The Workshop -> The Penthouse Several days later... Naomi lounged in a large chair, chatting with her support team. It had been pretty crazy since she had gotten back. They had needed to get readings on BP-X, naturally, to attempt to design a new chassis that wouldn't be as prone to invasion and coercion by alien technology. Time would tell if that panned out. Almost as exciting to them was the New Core Harmonization System that she had removed from the New Flyer and the technical readings from the component vehicles. More than a few of the team were big Protectotron fanboys, so it was like Christmas and their birthdays for about fifteen years all rolled into one. Despite the bags under their eyes and the tell-tale twitches of illicit — and company-provided — stimulants, she hadn't seen them this excited since... Well, ever. The initial runs at her battle chassis had come close, but they kept saying something about how giant robots were a man's romance? What a bunch of weirdos. Naomi smiled slightly. They were her weirdos, though, and that meant a lot. Loyalty was something she'd not put much stock in. Not til lately, anyways. Expat — Betsy — was someone that she had come to rely on quite a bit. More than she'd admit, anyways. That moment in the Louvre when she'd realized how much danger Betsy was in... Well, it had outweighed all other considerations. Even the promise of some sort of lucrative prize hadn't held up. Perhaps that was why Anarchy's betrayal, as minor as it was in hindsight, had galled her so badly. It was a pale reflection of the events that had made her more than simply Naomi Sinclair. The events that had made her Breaking Point. She looked over and saw the so-called Infiltration Chassis finishing its fabrication cycle. As much as she hated the idea of stripping away any of the sheer power that her battle chassis afforded, Expatriot had been correct. There were times where a more subtle touch was necessary. When it might be nice to spend time with her fellow villains. Besides, with the flexibility of BP-X, she should be well-protected even if matters got out of hand. Well enough to maintain effectiveness until the additional components for the battle chassis could be brought in. Speaking of which... Her eyes turned towards the Combat Translocator prototype. The technical data on the completed model had been lost when Variable Reduction attacked, but the prototype should allow her to update her equipment on the fly. When the component vehicles for their new model Kaiju Buster — code name 'Rabbit King' — were completed, she should be able to bring them in anywhere on the planet. Cross-dimension shenanigans might present an issue, but that was highly unlikely. She was, after all, much more aware of the dangers of tearing time and space apart now. If they were to run across a threat like BP-X at its full power? Well, this might just be the edge that would keep the team safe. It'd be a fair sight less dangerous than some foolish attempt at self-sacrifice, in any case. An alert flashed over her HUD. There had been a few articles published revealing that she was alive, but none had hit major media outlets in New Genesis. Not until now. It seemed that Liberty Belle and Uncle Sam had finally broken their silence. New Genesis Times posted:BREAKING POINT implicated in LOUVRE ATTACK! New Genesis Economist posted:Sales of BREAKING POINT merchandise continue to climb! quote:2:16 PM <Tricky> End of Caper Roll (+4 Heat) Spending a point of infamy on the Infiltration Chassis asset, another on the Combat Translocator asset, and the third will remain banked. The pending asset from the manor is revealed to be the 'Rabbit King' Kaiju Buster. Breaking Point spends her post-caper downtime defining her own image. +Menace/-Superior. --- Back at the Penthouse... Naomi shifted uncomfortably in her chair. She was putting the infiltration chassis through its paces and it was meeting her expectations, but she felt so... vulnerable. She looked around at the others. Waiting for someone to comment on her change in appearance. Hoping, for whatever reason, that they'd like it. Why did she care what they thought, anyways? She was strong. She was invincible. She was above such matters. Wasn't she? A short query from BP-X scrolled across her HUD. It had taken interest in the box they had found from the manor. It wasn't as if she wasn't curious, but that manor had caused the team all sorts of trouble. She needed to check in with Expat, at the least, before she made a decision on whether to risk opening it. Of course, it did promise to be quite the technological marvel... Tricky fucked around with this message at 18:26 on Feb 27, 2017 |
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Freak: +1 | Danger: -1 | Trouble: +1 | Superior: 0 | Menace: +2 Curses!: 5/5 | Infamy: 2 | Conditions: Insecure, Afraid, Angry | Location: Louvre of le DOOM "Goddam-" Anarchy's garish shoe impacted Whisperwind on the side of the head particularly hard, "Wi-" there's a hiss as Whisperwind tried to yell again, "Will you just quit it? I'm driving." As his girlfriend readied for another kick, Whisperwind grabbed her leg and stared her straight in the eyes. Well, you think. The illusionary face was gone, leaving nothing but a black void. "No. No more." "You know what? I am getting sick and tired of your bullshit. I went this with the best of intentions. I carried you across Europe just so that you could have a good time. I went out of my way here to try and have a good time with you, as well." ~~Agenda reveal: Try and make up to Anarchy for not spending time with her/get her to forgive WW (yeah that panned out great didn't it  ), which is close enough to Anarchy's guess that she gets Influence on me~~He lets go of her leg, and sighs, in the sort of way that a person who's totally given up might. "Whatever." "Let's just go." There was no laugh this time. ______________________________________ Whisperwind flipped lazily through a newsfeed on his tablet, checking out the reporting. 'Young French heroes unable to properly explain strange rave compulsion. Experts convinced villain Whisperwind to blame due to MO.' Haha, yeah. That was the stuff. He continued his ego boosting trip unabated, until a dry voice interrupted him. "The Mona Lisa?" Whisperwind raised his hooded head, and shot Jack (whether he was in France by coincidence or because he had followed him, Whisperwind knew not) a grin. They were currently sitting in a cozy little french cafe, their combined powers making them safe from being noticed even while fencing priceless artwork. Jack went over the painting with an appraising eye. "You know of course that the government of France is very protective of its artistic treasure, and has a high level heroic agency just for their retrieval due to the rate they get stolen? The fact that this is almost definitely going to get taken back soon is going to severely reduce the amount of money anyone is willing to pay for it. Even then however", Jack stared at Whisperwind with his eerie glowing eyes, "It is worth a lot. Good work." "Hey it's me. What did you expect?" "Haha." "But yeah, I actually have a couple of things in mind I'd like for you to retrieve for me..." quote:Theantero: WW! You're getting a Mighty Blow from you girlfriend! I give ground, Anarchy gains an opportunity. An opportunity to yell some more I guess. I'm rapidly running out of ideas on how to elongate this convo quote:Theantero: WW! Are you in the news? Also, WW is scuttling his Infamy for Assets, one of which will be payment for Nethers so if I could get some hint on what she'd want that would be great.
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Fre: +0 | Dan: +2 | Tro: +1 | Sup: -2 | Men: +2 Curses! 4/5 | Conditions: Angry, Doubting | Infamy: 3 Netherwrath was uncharacteristically silent in the Flickerwisp on the way back to base. She felt unappreciated and unrecognised for her efforts, but for the first time she found herself wondering if it actually was her fault, that she was the one blowing it. No, it was everyone else, clearly. She was the one carrying this team. She was Queen poo poo of gently caress Mountain, and if the world had a problem with it, the world could take it up with her fists. By the time they arrived, she was back to her old self, kicking open doors and totally not overcompensating at all! Nuh uh! Unusually enough, her days in the aftermath of the heist were actually pretty busy. Netherwrath was not a strategic genius, nor a great mastermind, nor skilled at aspects of supervillainy not revolving around physical violence or making a scene. But, she had a decade of life experience and mentorship in petty crime, and she had known this would be the perfect opportunity for a fun little scam. See, normally you can't sell fakes of the really famous paintings on the black market, because everyone knows they're hanging in a museum. But what if, say, they were stolen? And what if someone, say her old fixer Rob, knew they were going to be stolen some time in advance, and therefore commissioned a bunch of counterfeit paintings? And what if you took those counterfeits, and then sold the Mona Lisa five or six times to various wealthy art collectors and split the profits? As Netherwrath discovered, what would happen is you'd make a ton of untraceable cash from a bunch of rich art snobs who couldn't even go to the cops. What a fun experiment! Of course, Netherwrath already had more cash that she cared to spend from the heist proper, so she reinvested it instead, picking up some new underworld contacts and making friends with some legitimate business men. And when she got bored with that, she went on a shopping spree, finding herself a new, more flashy outfit so that next time they were on the job, she'd stand out more. quote:[14:33] Green_Bean end of caper roll quote:Netherwrath is spending her 3 infamy on the following Assets: Palette Magazine posted:Art World Divided Over "Boy In Minecraft T-Shirt" A few days later... Netherwrath barged her way into the penthouse (not for any particular reason, she was just the barging type), typing a text for Whisperwind as she went (u got any brass knuks that'll punch spels?). There was an odd tension in her shoulders. She'd send PT a message telling him that today was the day they'd go out for dinner, and he was to meet her here. She was a little early - for unrelated reasons, of course. She started for a moment, seeing an unfamiliar figure, but relaxed when she realized who it was. "Oh, it's you, BP. You look different. Well, I guess if you're gonna be the permanent runner-up in the kicking rear end department, you might as well look good doing it, right?" She went back to her phone, very pointedly not looking at the door.
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Freak: +1 | Danger: -2 | Trouble: 0 | Superior: +2 | Menace: +2 Curses!: 0/5 | Infamy: 3 | Conditions: | Location: The Car "...Hee hee." Anarchy stares at Whisperwind with a strange, smug look. She almost looks like a predator toying with its prey. Even when Whisper seems to have an uncharacteristically earnest moment, she still holds the same maniacal grin. "Awww, did I make Whisperwind upset? Hee hee hee..." Finally, she pulls back her legs from out of Whisperwind's face and sits normally again. "GOSH, Whisper, I didn't know you were so sensitive! Who would have known there was such a precious and sensitive boy under that hood! I guess I should have guessed it when I saw how ADORABLE you are under there. You should show it off, y'know! So much less boring than your usual self..." "He he he hee!" --- <Takanago> Anarchy rolls for end of caper <Takanago> !r 2d6+4 <Krysmbot> Takanago, 8+4 = 12 Anarchy holds 1 infamy (now 3), and gains +1 forward Trending Today posted:Check out the HOT NEW MEME: ANARCHYWAVE. . . . "WAS-SUP!" Anarchy shouts, at full volume, as she slides into the main room of the penthouse. "YOUR MAIN MEME-LADY BACK IN THE HIZ-ZOUSE! ANARCHY DOT EE-EX-EE! WOOOO!" If things were supposed to be weird since her last, very public argument with Whisperwind, she certainly has not seemed to notice. "Oh hey Bee-Pee! Nice bod!" Anarchy smiles as she walks from the living room area to the kitchen. Then she suddenly gasps as an idea seems to cross her mind. "Wait! Does that mean you're not using your old one anymore?! CAN I HAVE IT?!" "He he he HEE!" she laughs. Her energy suddenly seems to fade though, when she opens the fridge door to reveal a very noticeable lack of horrible junk food and hell-smoothie ingredients inside. Right. She was supposed to start her "life-saving" training and diet regimen with Ex-Patriot now that she's back in New Genesis. "EX-PEE!" Anarchy shouts, like a demanding child. "I'M HUNGRYYYY! MAKE ME SOME FOOD!"
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Fre: -2 | Dan: +1 | Tro: +3 | Sup: +1 | Men: 0 Curses! 2/5 | Conditions: Doubting | Location: penthouse of friendship and love | Infamy: 3 quote:10:33 Deltasquid PT rolls for end of caper infamy It had been several days since the attack on the Louvre. Arsène lay in bed with his brand-new smartphone in hand, scrolling along the news ticker, and smiled. He'd read the news tickers before, of course, but sometimes he went back to the news of a caper days or even weeks ago to read them all again. The awe-struck journalism made him feel warm and fuzzy on the inside, without fail. Le Cottidien Parisien had run a 3-day special recreating the events of the caper as more events and witnesses came to light. They even put in a little graph and timeline and everything. For days after that, they ran articles on the poor security at the Louvre, and several schmucks took the fall and lost their jobs. The French hero association and its role in society was even being discussed in the Parlement, and the ministers of interior and of culture had both resigned in shame. "Le Cambrioleur fantôme, véritable icone de culte sur les résaux sociaux..." He chuckled, and linked the article on his website with a poll. 81% "Wow!" ratings. 11% "Not bad!" ratings. And 8% "Meh" ratings. Perhaps one of the better hauls, publicity-wise. His European fans in particular were thrilled with his escapades in Paris, and Arsène wondered whether he could figure out a special treat for his Japanese fans in the near future. He looked over to the corner of his room, where the Silver Witch's staff was more or less hidden behind a closet. To his surprise, nobody had tried to wrest it from him. They probably all knew it was useless to try and out-thief the master thief himself. But, enough rubbing his own ego. Time to get dressed. --- Phantom Thief walked into the kitchen and gave everyone a cheerful "Bonjour!" Just for Netherwrath, he added a wink. Upon noticing BP's new chassis, he noted: "Oh, a new chassis! It's stylish." "Boy, did I sleep well tonight. Look at the time! Perhaps a brunch is in order." As he said this, he moved towards the fridge, checked for ingredients with the intention of making a continental breakfast, but the lack of bacon sank that idea. "Hmm, anyone up for some crêpes? I can make them sweet or salty, if you like. Anarchy?" Asking the hungry child-thing was an unfortunate slip-up that PT instantly regretted. He couldn't hold back when he was in a good mood. He still had to learn that a true villain is petty and selfish, even when things went right for him. Now Anarchy was going to demand he put Redbull into the crêpe mix or something, or maybe she'd want hers sprinkled with slices of Mars bars. With dreadful anticipation, PT put two bowls on the table; one for her mixture, and one for everybody else's. "Oh, Netherwrath, about tonight. Sushi or Italian?" Deltasquid fucked around with this message at 11:38 on Feb 28, 2017 |
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Fre: +0 | Dan: +2 | Tro: +1 | Sup: -2 | Men: +2 Curses! 4/5 | Conditions: Angry, Doubting | Infamy: 0 Netherwrath gave Phantom Thief a non-committal shrug in acknowledgement. "Sushi, I guess. But you better believe I'm not dressing up." Despite her dismissive tone, the tension in her posture disappeared a little. Maybe it was because she just really loving loved wasabi?
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Fre: +0 | Dan: +2 | Tro: +1 | Sup: -2 | Men: +2 Curses! 4/5 | Conditions: Angry, Doubting | Infamy: 0 Netherwrath's fancy dress perhaps doesn't meet Wabi Sabi's normal dress code standards, but after the look she gives the seating attendant, somehow the objections don't materialise. She breezes through the curtains, giving Phantom Thief a moment to appreciate her dress before plopping herself down and grabbing the menu. Dang, these were crazy prices, thank god there was a 100% supervillain discount. She wrote down the six most expensive rolls on the little ordering sheet before looking across the table at Phantom Thief. "So, how often do you do this sort of thing?" Netherwrath figured Phantom Thief was the kind of guy who was fighting off ladies with a stick in the dating department, whereas she was the kind of girl who fought guys off with a stick in a much less metaphorical sense.
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Fre: -2 | Dan: +1 | Tro: +3 | Sup: +1 | Men: 0 Curses! 2/5 | Conditions: Doubting | Location: penthouse of friendship and love | Infamy: 3 Phantom Thief swallowed when Netherwrath walked through the curtain. On anybody else, this dress would have been laughworthy or vulgar. However, nobody would dare laugh at Netherwrath, and her genuine lack of fashion sense gave the outfit a certain sense of endearing naiveness. "Mon Dieu, Netherwrath, you look, uh, stunning." He winced a little bit when she jotted down her orders, and made a mental note to send Expatriot a text and demand recognition for the brutal assaults his wallet was willing to take for team cohesion. In turn, he jotted down a few middle-of-the-line items. "I like tuna," he said, feeling that some justification was necessary. Regarding her question, he tried to handwave it away. It was uncouth to mention your many conquests to a lady you were trying to sire, even if she happened to be a bully who picked on you from time to time. "Well, I can't deny that I'm popular. Haha. I think maybe..." He had lost count of the exact number. As a matter of fact he couldn't remember how many girls he'd been on dates with this month. Well, there was Prisma, and K'Lyathi, wherever she was, and that one French girl... What was her name? Also, that girl at Starbucks the other day? Does it count if you start chatting up a girl while her actual date is going to the bathrooms and you sit on his spot? "... Several. Yeah, several girls every... Few months." Before she could press the issue, he threw the question right back at her: "What about you? You're certainly confident and grab everyone's attention."
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Fre: +0 | Dan: +2 | Tro: +1 | Sup: -2 | Men: +2 Curses! 4/5 | Conditions: Angry, Doubting | Infamy: 0 "Really..." Netherwrath wasn't really sure how she felt about being one of the many, many girls Phantom Thief had dated. Eventually she settled on making sure that, one way or another, he'd be remembering this date for a long time to come. Of course, then his question made her consider her own dating history. She was too young to really care for 90% of the time she was in foster care, so there wasn't anything in there. When she was doing petty crimes, she hung around with some older guys and even flirted a bit, but nothing ever came of it (and she'd later learned that Rob had had words with them to make sure nothing happened). Then there were her early supervillain days when she was sleeping in old warehouses (and smelled like it too). And since joining BRANCH, she kept meaning to take advantage of her small but devoted group of weird internet fans, but she'd been too busy doing actual supervillainy to really give it a shot. "You know...one or two...I'm picky. Most guys can't keep up." Netherwrath looked around, hoping for the distracting arrival of a waiter - she wasn't a super great liar. When no such waiter appeared, she tried to change the subject to the villain equivalent of asking about the weather. "So I gotta ask, why the supervillan thing? Someone like BP or Expat, I get it, but I know you've got enough cash you could just walk away tomorrow and be set for life."
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Fre: -2 | Dan: +1 | Tro: +3 | Sup: +1 | Men: 0 Curses! 2/5 | Conditions: Doubting | Wabi Sabi Sushi | Infamy: 3 "Ooh, picky, you say?" Phantom Thief liked picky. He smiled at her question about villainy. "I get that a lot. Long story short, I once stole a thing from the teacher's lounge and the whole school loved me for it. Except the staff, of course. And then another thing... And another... And I found it thrilling. Between the admiration of the people, who were happy to see their superiors taken down a notch, the challenge of it all, the mental games, ramping up the ridiculousness as I went along... Always more, always better... It's addicting, you know?" "As for the money, well, yeah. But it's my parents' money. It feels rather lazy to just ask them to buy me something, right? Besides, it's the perfect front. Who suspects a rich kid from nicking stuff?" The waiter delivered their orders. Phantom Thief poured soy sauce in the saucers and snapped his chopsticks, and mingled some wasabi into his soy. "You know," he began, "people in Japan never eat their wasabi raw on their sushi. They also don't actually use chopsticks to eat sushi. Rather, you use your fingers. It's bad form to get soy on your rice, so you pick it up and turn it around and dip the fish in the soy only." Naturally, he was handy enough with chopsticks to not require his fingers' dexterity for this movement, and enough of a show-off that he did just that. But he wanted Netherwrath to know she could eat with her hands if she wanted to. "So, how about you? Why the villainy?"
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Fre: +0 | Dan: +2 | Tro: +1 | Sup: -2 | Men: +2 Curses! 4/5 | Conditions: Angry, Doubting | Infamy: 0 "Yeah, kind of figured you were a rich kid. No offence." There was a little offense in there, but that was just because Netherwrath was a naturally offensive person. She dumped a bunch of wasabi into a little bit of soy; she liked strong flavours because they didn't fade as fast when she was around them. Plus, it bought a little extra time for her to consider her answer. "Eh, I grew up in a bunch of group homes; they kept moving me around for behavioural junk. I did petty theft, too, but not like your Robin Hood stuff - more shoplifting, stealing other kids' smartphones, that sort of thing. I wanted the money, mostly." "I slowed down a bit after I got adopted, didn't want to mess up a good thing. Then one day New Dad slips me a roofie and I wake up on a blood altar with demon powers and both Mom and Dad are dead. So, you know, at that point I figure, gently caress it. The straight life doesn't want me, I don't want it, might as well make 'em regret it."
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Fre: -2 | Dan: +1 | Tro: +3 | Sup: +1 | Men: 0 Curses! 3/5 | Conditions: Doubting | Wabi Sabi Sushi | Infamy: 3 "Ah, I'm sorry for that." Dead parents were never a good topic of discussion. They ate in silence for a while. Then, Phantom Thief put his hand on Netherwrath's. Cling to the safety that others can bring when you are vulnerable, nursing your wounds and indignities until vengeance is yours. Describe to whom you seek succor from, and how they can give it to you. Give them Influence over you, and either clear a condition or mark Curses! Phantom Thief has a pleasant (?) date with Netherwrath. She gains influence over him, he marks curses, and she can shift his labels as she already had influence.
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Fre: +0 | Dan: +2 | Tro: +1 | Sup: -2 | Men: +2 Curses! 4/5 | Conditions: Angry, Doubting | Infamy: 0 "Whatever..." Netherwrath wasn't exactly looking for an apology, but she let it slide and ate her wasabi. Until he put his hand on Netherwrath's. She half smiled for a moment, but then in a single horrible instant, she seemed to realise something. She stood bolt upright, flipping the table onto Phantom Thief's lap and momentarily pinning his legs to the chair. She grabbed the table in the middle with both hands, then tore it in two like a phonebook, tossing the halves aside as she reached over and picked up Phantom Thief by his collar with one hand, the other hand rearing back into a fist. "Don't you ever ever EVER pity me again, do you understand!? Or so help me, I will throttle the life out of you and give your bag of tricks to someone less irritating! I don't want your sympathy, I don't want your condolences, I don't want your condescension! As far as you are concerned, I am the perfect poo poo queen of the Underworld, and the only feelings I want to see from you about me from now one are 1) fear or 2) gratitude that I, in any given moment, decided not to kick your rear end! Capisce?" [18:37] Green_Bean Cow or Rebuke Phantom Thief [18:38] Green_Bean !r 2d6+3 [18:38] Krysmbot Green_Bean, 6+3 = 9 PT marks Curses!, clears a condition, or shifts labels if they respond
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Freak: +1 | Danger: +2 | Trouble: -1 | Superior: +0 | Menace: +2 Curses!: 1/5 | Conditions: Afraid | Location: The Penthouse of DOOM! *WHUD* *TH-TH-THUD* *WHUMP* Betsy’s fists hammered away into the heavy bag she’d set up in the living room, the leather bag swaying from its thick chain as she put her full force into each blow. Since she’d taken up her role in couching Anarchy.exe for the interdepartmental athletic meet, she’d brought some of her equipment back from the base. Supposedly it was for Anarchy.exe’s use … in fact, however, Betsy was getting much more use out of it. It was just the way of things, Anarchy.exe just tended to hit her limit just when Betsy was hitting her stride. She’d started wearing weights for the morning exercises to try and make things more even, and she was always insisting that it would get easier as they went. Of course, then she’d remind her that Velociraptors could hit speeds of forty miles an hour, a full twelve mph higher than the fastest unenhanced human on record. They tire much faster, and recover much slower than a human being however, so learning to run the long race was her best chance, not just for victory but survival. Really, being able to focus on Anarchy.exe’s training was a godsend. Showing up in her room with a loudspeaker to get her up and moving in the predawn hours provided a bit of an outlet for her irritation. She’d been running through the possibilities of what she’d say and do when she ran into her old man again for months … the actual event hadn’t even come close to living up to the ideal in her head. Sure, that was largely because of the fact that she hadn’t expected to see him in France. Maybe she’d let herself get a little overconfident, she should’ve been prepared for a sucker punch like that … if Breaking Point hadn’t been there to blunt his advantage she’d have been in real trouble. [14:01] <JusticeGrieves> Infamy Check for Expat [14:01] <JusticeGrieves> !r 2d6+4 [14:01] <Krysmbot> JusticeGrieves, 10+4 = 14 Hold 1 Infamy, and take +1 Forward At least the news was having fun with the confrontation. In the press coverage that followed, her claim that she didn’t answer to him anymore had lead to the official statement that Expatriot was indeed the same person as the American Dream. Furthermore, her old man had outed her as a distaff clone of him created by the Biomancer. The media was eating it up, people love a good grudge match after all, especially one involving figures as public as her old man. *whup-THUD!* Her baby blue eyes burned slightly as she drove a knee into the bag then pivoted at the hips to throw a kick into it from the side. That pissed her off more than she cared to admit. Now that her origin was out, people were speculating that it was Biomancer’s influence that was driving her towards villainy, that he’d built her with ramped up aggression to be a better weapon. Wouldn’t that be convenient? A chance to absolve Sam for his part in raising her, and paint her as something less than human in the space of a single sentence. The more romantic members of the press even posited that her actions weren’t her fault, that she could be “fixed” if she could just be brought in. *FWUMP!* An overhead blow swung the bag back until it was parallel with the floor. To hell with that! She wasn’t anyone’s goddamn product. She’d made her own choices! She took full responsibility for her actions. She didn’t want pity, or “understanding”. She wanted respect, fear, emancipation from her past, and she was going to get it. Anarchy.exe’s piercing voice broke her out of her internal revelations for a moment. She stepped forward and caught the two hundred pound sack that was swinging back at her in obedience to Newton’s laws. “Dinner’s not for another hour, the chicken breasts are still thawing.” She said, giving the bag a slight push as she stepped back, “If you’re hungry now, grab an apple out of the bowl.” She said, nodding her head towards the wide patterned glass bowl she’d picked up while they were still in Paris. It was kitschy, but she felt like she wanted something to remember the city with other than the news clippings of her scuffling with local heroes. “Hey, Naomi.” She said, bending over to grab a towel from where she’d left it on a chair, taking a moment to wipe the layer of sweat away. “New body, huh? It’s cute, kind of doll-like.” [14:04] <JusticeGrieves> Expat's Birthright Roll (new special End of Issue Edition) [14:05] <JusticeGrieves> !r 2d6+1 [14:05] <Krysmbot> JusticeGrieves, 9+1 = 10 [14:05] <JusticeGrieves> F*CK Seems like Sam and I aren’t done just yet
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